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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nalfeshnee" data-source="post: 3022313" data-attributes="member: 27130">You take up your travels through the Hive once more, taking more care notice of your surroundings than before. The air is dark and the dim glow of the opposite side of the Ring provides barely enough illumination with which to navigate. The place reeks of excrement and stale bub and bodies both dead and unwashed. Sporadically, you spot small groups of cutters huddled around bonfires that burn with strange aromas; those of whatever fuel used to feed them. They look at you peerily, but otherwise ignore you, unless the mumblings of the homeless and barmy can be classed as attention. Though it is not what you see up close that is of concern while in the Hive… oh no. Sinister sounds – muffled screams, twisted laughter, or just a rat quarrelling with one of its peers – pepper the night sounds of the Hive. Indeed, some would say that those are the night sounds of the Hive. Finding a dead body is no problem - a bit of rooting around some random ruins yeilds some corpses. The first, however is too far gone to be of any help - and is more a skeleton than anything else. Rubious regards the body and utters blessing of some sort before you move on to another building. Before long you have found the body of an old man lying in a pool of dry blood that's washing away in the abating rain. The sight is somehwat disturbing, but nothing short of surprising while travelling through the Hive. Rubious takes the body and hauls into the cart with the skill of a man used to doing such things. He mutters a prayer as he does so and covers the body in a heavy tarp when done. He turns to Tyrjon, his face grim. 'I hope this plan of yours works.' In the shadows beyond a few burnt out shells, you spy a fiendish figure, the silhouette of a large halberd in its hands. Struggling to keep up with the figure are perhaps a half-dozen shapeless creatures. Whatever they are, whatever their agenda is, it seems not to include you, and they pass by quickly, ignoring your presence altogether. You follow the hobgoblins' directions, finding yourselves in an unfamiliar area, not far from the Shattered Temploe, but nnetheless far from any or notable structures or features. The land here looks more like a shattered battlezone than anything else, and as you see the ruins in near-darkness, some of them look like engines of war - centurie old perhaps... no, it must be light showing the ruined buildings off in that way. Hidden beneath the rubble and after-rain sludge is a sewer cover. For all the ruins and debris and garbage in the area, the cover looks as though it has been used recently, with scratches on the ground around it. None of this would be noticable to the undiscerning eye, however. The hobgoblin stops there, and nods his head towards the cover.</blockquote>

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