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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 5220454" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Session 31, Part 2</p><p></p><p> Harold awoke to the smell of sewage, the sight of moldering stone, and the tightness of a stiff back from sleeping on a wooden bench. He stood and stretched, looking around the large, drained tunnel that was apparently the Black Rat's hideout. Dozens of other figures were waking up too, several already gathered around a burning barrel to cook rats on charred wooden poles. </p><p></p><p>Harold normally wouldn't have gone near undercooked rat for breakfast, but today he was so hungry he might eat it raw.</p><p> </p><p>The weary-looking outlaws glanced up at him with brief interest, then returned their gazes to the slowly cooking rats.</p><p></p><p> “So, when does the Black Rat get here?” Harold said, warming his hands over the fire.</p><p></p><p> Just then Kent, the man who had led Harold to this miserable place the night before, walked in and looked about quickly, jogging over to Harold when he spotted him. “Sleep well?”</p><p></p><p> “Marginally better than in prison.”</p><p></p><p> “Well, at least you have the option of leaving here,” the man said with a curt laugh. “Anyway, I told the Black Rat about you and he's interested. He wants to know a little bit more about you before he comes to meet you in person though. Namely, how could you be of use to the Resistance?”</p><p></p><p> “How? Something like this.”</p><p></p><p> Harold ceased to be in front of Kent and reappeared behind him. His new trick didn't have the effect he desired.</p><p></p><p> “Fae Bent!” Kent screamed at the top of his lungs, running away from Harold so fast he slipped and scrambled on all fours away as he got back to his feet. There was more shouting and screaming and a few minutes later Harold had the place to himself.</p><p></p><p> Harold stood there shaking his head and sighed, then walked over to the burning barrel and grabbed one of the discarded rats. He was just finishing it off when three Fae Hunters showed up in their elaborate silver-runed uniforms, armed to the teeth with exotic and obviously magical weaponry. </p><p></p><p>He squinted at them, wondering if he could take one down before the others dispatched him. Judging from his earlier experience in the jail, he wasn't sure - perhaps caution was the wiser choice. <em>It's time to go.</em></p><p> </p><p>When he re-formed he immediately fell, landing hard in the street amidst a crowded marketplace. His sudden appearance had a similar effect in the densely-packed market as it had in the hideout, but there were a hundred times more panicked people around him now and he already spotted Fae Hunters pushing towards him through the fleeing crowds when he <em>stepped</em> elsewhere.</p><p></p><p> He reappeared on a the roof of a massive building with a dozen brick smoke-stacks billowing heavy clouds of black soot. In spite of the cover of smoke, a Fae Hunter riding a griffin spotted him and waved as he banked his griffin towards Harold.</p><p></p><p> The gesture took Harold back and he waited warily, ready to <em>step</em> away if the Fae Hunter proved hostile. The griffin landed with a final flap of its strong wings, its claws digging deep into the tarred shingles of the roof. The Fae Hunter was a woman with long blond hair, a silver rune glowing on her cheek. “You must be the foreigner, the Huntmaster would like to speak to you.”</p><p></p><p> Harold pointed his sword at the woman. “How do I know you aren't sent by Tondron?”</p><p></p><p> “Tondron?” the woman said, blinking in surprise. “You really are a foreigner. The Hunters are independent of the Houses, the Bank, the Council, all of it. The Huntmaster will tell you more. All you need to do is drop that weapon, give me your hand, and we'll be off. There's even a warm bath, food, and clean sheets in it.”</p><p></p><p> “Last time I was offered food and a bath, I was poisoned and ambushed.”</p><p></p><p> “Well, if you don't come we'll be forced to hunt you down and take you alive for questioning anyway. This way is much easier for all involved. Honestly, I'd rather be out hunting the Fae beasts that slipped into the city and tracking down whatever bastard opened the Quartertown gate than wasting my time chasing you. Decide quickly.” She placed her hand on a silver-runed weapon he'd heard called a pistol that sat holstered on her leg.</p><p></p><p> Harold thought hard for a minute, then tossed his blade off the building, and reached for the woman's hand.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 5220454, member: 60965"] Session 31, Part 2 Harold awoke to the smell of sewage, the sight of moldering stone, and the tightness of a stiff back from sleeping on a wooden bench. He stood and stretched, looking around the large, drained tunnel that was apparently the Black Rat's hideout. Dozens of other figures were waking up too, several already gathered around a burning barrel to cook rats on charred wooden poles. Harold normally wouldn't have gone near undercooked rat for breakfast, but today he was so hungry he might eat it raw. The weary-looking outlaws glanced up at him with brief interest, then returned their gazes to the slowly cooking rats. “So, when does the Black Rat get here?” Harold said, warming his hands over the fire. Just then Kent, the man who had led Harold to this miserable place the night before, walked in and looked about quickly, jogging over to Harold when he spotted him. “Sleep well?” “Marginally better than in prison.” “Well, at least you have the option of leaving here,” the man said with a curt laugh. “Anyway, I told the Black Rat about you and he's interested. He wants to know a little bit more about you before he comes to meet you in person though. Namely, how could you be of use to the Resistance?” “How? Something like this.” Harold ceased to be in front of Kent and reappeared behind him. His new trick didn't have the effect he desired. “Fae Bent!” Kent screamed at the top of his lungs, running away from Harold so fast he slipped and scrambled on all fours away as he got back to his feet. There was more shouting and screaming and a few minutes later Harold had the place to himself. Harold stood there shaking his head and sighed, then walked over to the burning barrel and grabbed one of the discarded rats. He was just finishing it off when three Fae Hunters showed up in their elaborate silver-runed uniforms, armed to the teeth with exotic and obviously magical weaponry. He squinted at them, wondering if he could take one down before the others dispatched him. Judging from his earlier experience in the jail, he wasn't sure - perhaps caution was the wiser choice. [I]It's time to go.[/I] When he re-formed he immediately fell, landing hard in the street amidst a crowded marketplace. His sudden appearance had a similar effect in the densely-packed market as it had in the hideout, but there were a hundred times more panicked people around him now and he already spotted Fae Hunters pushing towards him through the fleeing crowds when he [I]stepped[/I] elsewhere. He reappeared on a the roof of a massive building with a dozen brick smoke-stacks billowing heavy clouds of black soot. In spite of the cover of smoke, a Fae Hunter riding a griffin spotted him and waved as he banked his griffin towards Harold. The gesture took Harold back and he waited warily, ready to [I]step[/I] away if the Fae Hunter proved hostile. The griffin landed with a final flap of its strong wings, its claws digging deep into the tarred shingles of the roof. The Fae Hunter was a woman with long blond hair, a silver rune glowing on her cheek. “You must be the foreigner, the Huntmaster would like to speak to you.” Harold pointed his sword at the woman. “How do I know you aren't sent by Tondron?” “Tondron?” the woman said, blinking in surprise. “You really are a foreigner. The Hunters are independent of the Houses, the Bank, the Council, all of it. The Huntmaster will tell you more. All you need to do is drop that weapon, give me your hand, and we'll be off. There's even a warm bath, food, and clean sheets in it.” “Last time I was offered food and a bath, I was poisoned and ambushed.” “Well, if you don't come we'll be forced to hunt you down and take you alive for questioning anyway. This way is much easier for all involved. Honestly, I'd rather be out hunting the Fae beasts that slipped into the city and tracking down whatever bastard opened the Quartertown gate than wasting my time chasing you. Decide quickly.” She placed her hand on a silver-runed weapon he'd heard called a pistol that sat holstered on her leg. Harold thought hard for a minute, then tossed his blade off the building, and reached for the woman's hand. [/QUOTE]
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