"Helping a friend," Blade says simply, handing the map quickly over to Flaust before her spiked hands can shred it.
[Planescape] Squaring the Circle Redux - IC
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deadestdai
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On the spur of the moment Flaust blurts out, Nope! We're pest control officers. Brain Rats, everywhere. My mother's best friend's half sister lives there see and well, she'll die of fright if she see's another pink brain and Bella here, she jerks her thumb at Blade is right good at rat extermination - we just rolls her up in a ball and push her onto 'em! Squish! At this point Flaust takes a deep breath, her face having taken a bit of a purple tinge after her tirade and grins at Bella, I mean - Blade!
Sephiroth no Miko
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The old woman stares at Flaust expressionlessly for a moment, then suddenly begins to cackle loudly, her fits of laughter sounding like harsh caws. The cheerful expression softens the severe lines of her face considerably. "Right. Pest control," she says wryly, lips still twitching in amusement. "None 'o my business, more like. Well, you bloods look like you can take care 'o yourselves... so old Rithonis won't bother with her usual platitudes. Just a word of advice for brightening a decrepit old bird's day." She nods at Blade and Flaust, momentarily serious. "Stay away from the thieves' guilds... they'd just as soon as put you in the dead book for a handful of jinx as spit at you. What's theirs is theirs, and what's yours is theirs too."
As you leave the little shop, you can hear Rithonis still snorting under her breath. "Heh... pest control officers!"
As you leave the little shop, you can hear Rithonis still snorting under her breath. "Heh... pest control officers!"
Serpenteye
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Kiaros leans his flesh against the wall of the store, passing the time. After a while he gets bored and tries to start up a conversation with Donner. "So, Don, have you ever been to Torch? What do you know about..." He interrupts himself when the ladies come out and turns to them, "Are we ready?"
Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
Vlad and Hrothgeat look at Blade and Flaust blandly. The dwarf clears his throat. "Yes, are we ready to go?"
Sephiroth no Miko
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With key and map in hand, it seems that the group is ready. The portal crackles to life even as the tiny iron rod vanishes in a bright flare of planar energy as Blade leads the way through the arch. The hazy red landscape beyond solidifies into an altogether disagreeable reality as you all tumble through the gate, aware that it won't stay open for long. On the other side, you find yourselves stepping out from an overhang of natural volcanic rock as noxious puddles of mud sucks eagerly at your boots.
Welcome to Torch-- the gate-town to Gehenna. As you adjust to your new surroundings, you're buffeted by sights, sounds, and odors, and all of them are foul.
The city is built on three volcanic spires that rise up out of a stinking, blood-red marsh. The lower portion of town, which sprawls out in front of you, is unbounded by walls or gates. But the upper sections of Torch, rising high on each blackened peak, are walled in separately, connected by huge bridges stretching far overhead. Higher still is the gate to Gehenna itself, the Fourfold Furnaces, a glowing carnelian portal that hangs hundreds of feet in midair like a baleful, unblinking eye.
One of the volcanoes is still active, blanketing the entire town in an unhealthy ruddy light and spewing forth strange gases from various fissures that ignite with the air. They fill the breath an acrid, sulfurous taste and a gritty feel that collects on your tongue and teeth. Looking around, you see that the people of the lower town are poor, malnourished, and diseased. They stare at you with sullenly, with little other than avarice and spite in their gaze. The conditions of the dilapidated buildings around them tell you that these folks are exposed to frequent flooding-- as well as other horrors sure to come from the fetid swamp that surrounds the spires.
Despite all the volcanic activity, the wind blows cold in Torch, causing you to shiver involuntarily.
Welcome to Torch-- the gate-town to Gehenna. As you adjust to your new surroundings, you're buffeted by sights, sounds, and odors, and all of them are foul.
The city is built on three volcanic spires that rise up out of a stinking, blood-red marsh. The lower portion of town, which sprawls out in front of you, is unbounded by walls or gates. But the upper sections of Torch, rising high on each blackened peak, are walled in separately, connected by huge bridges stretching far overhead. Higher still is the gate to Gehenna itself, the Fourfold Furnaces, a glowing carnelian portal that hangs hundreds of feet in midair like a baleful, unblinking eye.
One of the volcanoes is still active, blanketing the entire town in an unhealthy ruddy light and spewing forth strange gases from various fissures that ignite with the air. They fill the breath an acrid, sulfurous taste and a gritty feel that collects on your tongue and teeth. Looking around, you see that the people of the lower town are poor, malnourished, and diseased. They stare at you with sullenly, with little other than avarice and spite in their gaze. The conditions of the dilapidated buildings around them tell you that these folks are exposed to frequent flooding-- as well as other horrors sure to come from the fetid swamp that surrounds the spires.
Despite all the volcanic activity, the wind blows cold in Torch, causing you to shiver involuntarily.
Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
Vlad shakes his head. It's one thing to work and live around zombies and skeletons, another entirely to see living creatures in such pain. Hrothgeat, perched on the dwarf's right shoulder, whimpers.
Serpenteye
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Kiaros' eyes sweep over the spectacular view around him. A quiet impressed whistle escapes his lips. "Spectacular... Horrid, disgusting, oppressive, yet there is a grotesque beauty to this place. It's too bad we won't be staying long." He breathes deeply of the polluted air and sighs, the atmosphere of the town awakening a familiar harmony in the body of his host. "I just have to find a good place to die," he finishes quietly, crushing a pang of panic from the flesh.
"Your morbidity is fascinating as it is disturbing, Kiaros. Come, we need to find Daubei's estate," Blade says quickly, her gaze clouded as she looks around Torch. Such squallor and pain... if they all just worked together it wouldn't have to be this way... "Shall we try the market, perhaps? I believe an estate would be on higher ground."
Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
"That sounds like a good plan to me. The sooner we find it, the sooner we can leave." Vlad starts to head towards the market. He tries his hardest to ignore the citizens of Torch as he moves through the crowds.
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