The Astronecrotic Heresy [Chapter 1] The Tempest Street Irregulars

[Inez Hull]

Honour eh? Last thing I would have expected to find in this rat's nest, but these other gangers seem willing enough to trust in it. Oh well, hang it then I need a drink and this bar'll do as well as any other.

Drehluk strides into the tavern, orders an ale and takes a seat near Isaac. "Bit of history to tonight eh?" He then braces himself for the onslaught of Isaac's hiver cant, not being a native Valoran.

 

[apocalypstick]

"At's so, eh?" Edwin grins. "Well - s' somethin' ta keep in me mind, then." With that he walks out of the Grin and into the night.

The lady's expression softens a little as she studies your faces, your mannerisms - and she warily takes Alex's arm. "Aye; 'tis true, and you have my thanks - so long as you try to take nothing more," she says meaningfully.

"I must admit that I do not know the streets of South Ward as well as I should. Let us go from here, then, and find a place where we may sit and drink unmolested."

 

[apocalypstick]

The Grin is a ragged and low-ceilinged establishment, its every surface thick and yellowed with old pipe-smoke. It smells like something halfway between a midden heap and a mushroom patch - not that the locals seem to mind overly much. What meager light is available comes from oil lanterns, hanging from crooked nails driven into the support pillars. The corners and the rafters are thick with shadows.

Latham, the sole barkeep and proprietor of the Hangman's Grin, pours murky, sluggish beer into a chipped ceramic mug and passes it across the unsanded bar to Drehluk. "Be four silver pence, lad."

 

[Tear44]

/ooc Farrel is still near death. So he is going to rest and recouperate in his apartment. I mean a standard action would start him bleeding to death.

 

[Zerth]

"Alex, Isaac, let's go. We better do as the lady says and leave this place. The Irregulars might return with bigger numbers."

Dan turns to Drehluk. "Hey stranger, I wouldn't stay drinkin' here if I was you. You're as deep in this as the rest of us. Those bastards kill first, ask questions later."

Dan turns to the woman they rescued. "Pleased to meet you ma'aam. My name is Daniel Nova, but you can call me Dan, everybody does."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"One moment My lady." alex says to the woman. He will look around for the mook who got hit by the magic misslies. "Hey you. We're getting out of here. Your in no shape to stand on your own. Come with us and we'll see you get to a Chiurgion." He says to Farrel. holding out his hand.

"Oh and forgive my ignorance. I'm Alexander Starbuck. you can call me Alex or Lex."

 

[Kamard]

Isaac grumbles but says nothing. He clearly is very angry with the woman, but is willing to go with his friends.

"Ey, I needs to go back to me squat if we're to go far. I've a sticky-pole oi found on a guard's corpse I need to retrieve."

He runs to the wall and recovers his dagger, then runs to the garbage heap he calls his bed to dig up his guisarme.

 

[Inez Hull]

Drehluk looks down at the ale and shudders, "No thanks, I'll leave that 'ere for the cat to reclaim."

He then heads out the door following the motley crew he's just drawn steel alongside.

Not sure if this lot is the sort of company I should be throwing my lot in with, but strange times make for strange company.

 

[apocalypstick]

"Thank you, Lex... Dan," the lass says as the company leaves the pub. "You'll forgive my abruptness, I pray, but understand that there are few here who can claim either honor or decency as traits of their character." She shoots Isaac a brief, but dirty, look from the corner of her eye as he goes to retrieve his dagger and guisarme.

Walking across Sparrow Road, flanked between Daniel and Alexander, she gasps when she sees Farrel, bloodied and bruised and thoroughly pummeled from Edwin's magic missiles.

{Dan gets the feeling that she is acting a bit melodramatic when she gasps.}

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From the corner across Hangman's Alley, Clive the pusher watches the five of you with undisguised interest in his beady black eyes. The burly boy lies crumpled on the sidewalk beneath the eaves of the Grin, his body already growing cold.

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"Hey!" the barkeep shouts at the departing Drehluk. "You gots to pay for what I poured you, ya lice-ridden bastard! Get back 'ere!"

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{OOC: I have been making some skill rolls for your characters, but should any of you wish to call for a roll at any time, just make a mention of it in parentheses and I'll let you know what the results are.}

 

[Inez Hull]

Drehluk ignores the barkeep's cry and saunters over to the downed Irregular. He crouches and retrieves the dead mans boots and tosses them over to the doorway Isaac has just entered into, then looks disdainfully at the barkeep and gestures to the body. Take what you will leech.

"Let's get out of this neighbourhood eh? I'm sure we can find another just as unaccommodating in this cesspool of a city."