Planescape - Dead God Rising

[Nalfeshnee]

Rubious
'That was the idea, yes,' he says to Tyrjon, then turning to Kyran; 'Another sod to carry around with us? I really have no sympathy for one who would do such a thing to these cutters, but if you feel we must bring him with us. I am sure we can carry him up.'

 

[A'koss]

Tyrjon

[sblock]OOC: Ah... okay, I misunderstood. I thought we had to meet Rubious' contact tonight, but if we can do that tomorrow then all the better. We can heal up and come back fresh.

Maybe Tyrjon can pick up a couple of healing potions while were at it...[/sblock]

 

[Nalfeshnee]

Rubious
'Good idea.'

He turns to Noch and points to the trapdoor, 'Think you can scout down there, see if theres a way out that doesnt pass from those cranium rats? Or do you think we could bypass them if we went the way we came in?'

[sblock=OOC]You wouldnt actually pass the rats if you went out the way you came in, though you would pass in full sight of them.[/sblock]

 

[Dire Lemming]

Kyran stares at Rubious for a while, his attitude had certainly changed since they encountered those kidnappers. "What would you do with him then, hm?"

 

[Nalfeshnee]

Rubious
'I would have him dead, though i fear your morale objections would be to great to restrain. Anyone who puts faith in dark gods like Tenebrous will never have my respect. That he was keeping these poor sods down here does little to warm my feeligns.'

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Noch the Shadowswyft

In answer, Noch simply points towards the way they came, takes point, and waits for them to follow. He will keep them from going down the cranium rat tunnel.

 

[Thanee]

Llyra

“I have no need for a rest yet, but if you prefer that route, I'm fine with that. It's certainly better to lead these folks out of here as soon as possible. There are bigger things at work here, apparantly.”

 

[A'koss]

Tyrjon

Sheathing his blade, the swordsage silently moves from Rubious' side as he and Kyran discuss the disposition of their prisoner. With soothing words and slow gestures, Tyrjon gently helps the barmies to their feet and leads them carefully down the corridor after Noch...

 

[Nalfeshnee]

you move quickly through the uninviting passages of the sewers, following the shadowswyft, who takes you to the manhole cover through which you came down earlier on.

The space where you left the cart is now empty, the daint trail of its wheels leading away in the congealing mud. The sky has exhausted its waters, and is clear, as far a clear night in Sigil go. The lights on the other side of the torus twinkle through the smog, and the distant dound of the night life fills the air.

Not far from the manhole is the pile of rubble in which Tyrjon buried the hobgoblin. The creatures' body is exposed to the elements, - all possessions and clothing gone. slabwounds cover the body; testament to those who stripped it bare.

Theres no giviong the laugh to the Hive, Berks

 

[Dire Lemming]

Kyran sighs and turns away from the scene of another senseless killing, cursing silently, he should have seen this coming. "Everyone stay close."

He turns to Rubious, "What is so different about him from the kidnappers we fought before? He's a berk that made a bad choice."