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At the Tower of the Hypnogogue; Delve Thread 1 | Full Party
Topic Started: May 31 2014, 01:13 AM (1,466 Views)
POOHEAD189
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Berek groaned and sat up, holding his upper body up with his right hand as he felt his head with his left, grimacing. He felt so much pain in his head, though thankfully receding. The muscled artisan looked to the others in his group, trying to collect his thoughts and deciding to stay quiet. He was utterly confused, to say the least. He remembered the man and his mission, but how on Bonewark did he get here? He nor the Giant, or the mercenary for that matter, were particularly light.
Movement to his side brought his attention, and he watched 3 guardsmen approach. Were they in trouble or were these men here to assist them?
"Hail friends." he decided to say, his voice strained.
Edited by POOHEAD189, Jun 1 2014, 05:45 PM.
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The sleep had been pleasant, almost pleasant enough for Julius to pass off the whole experience with the captain and the hypnogague as some strange dream that was the result of of consuming a bit of tainted mana. However, as soon as the golem opened his eyes, he knew that was not the case. He wasn't sure how they had gotten where they were but, he was surrounded by the same four S.O.B.s that had been with him at the start of this mess. And to make matters worse, there were more city guard coming and two were in heavy armor. They last fact didn't really seem to bother Julius that much though. After all, the captain had mentioned escorts and these were most likely them. If they were not however, well...they'd shoot at the giant first in any case. And that would give Julius the precious few second he needed to book it.

The thought made Julius chuckle a bit to himself as he got to his feet, searching his pockets for his cigars and his lighter, praying all the while that they hadn't gotten soggy. Though engrossed in his search he still manged to listen as one of the guards spoke. But the guard said little and wanted more of the same song and dance that they had went through for the captain. It irked him a little but after a few more moments of fruitless searching, Julius found what he was looking for and his tension faded. The cigar was a little wet but still smokable and Julius counted it as one ray of sunshine on an otherwise shitty day.

After getting his cigar lit and taking a few puffs, Julius turned his attention back to the guards. He wasn't sure if anyone had spoken already, but he took the first opportunity he could to speak.


"Julius Sinclair" He said nonchalantly "Mercenary and weapons expert." He left it at that, short and sweet. These men were grunts, save for the one in the middle, ans he saw no reason to answer them fully.
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The experience was more or less a blur of pain and annoyance. Isolde fell into a sleep and awoke on the cold ground. He took comfort in that. Perhaps it was all a dream and nothing more. He could return to his normal routine in the sewers, and finally find something to eat. The stench of decay, the rotting munchies he would find. Yes, yes. I will be rid of these man things soon and be home. he thought as he opened his eyes and started to lift himself from the ground.

He looked up and let out a hiss as he saw that he was not alone. The filthy man things were still here, and there were more. He skiddered back a few feet until he was up against a wall, still on all fours with his robes dragging around him. His eyes flashed at them. filthy filthy filthy he slowly whispered to himself as he got up. man things was all his whispered.

He neither introduced himself nor joined the group. He watched the others from his wall, keeping to himself.
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The half Giant was looking over his returned gear. All was there, and that made him happy. He went and stood up, rubbing his head, feeling tired. "more guards.." He said in disgust. He shook his head and looked over at them, as he adjusted his gas mask around his neck, for easy access. "well, lets get moving then" He said quietly as he looked at this own hands and tried to contain his anger. Though it was obvious he wasnt in a good mood. The Half Giant looked at the new guard and tilted his head a bit. "I take it your going to be some form of insurance? Make sure we do what was asked?" He barked.
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"Insurance? Our guns are the insurance, half-breed, and you shouldn't soon forget it. And you weren't asked, you were ordered." The masked man to the left of the Corporal hefted his gun so that the hollowness of the barrel was visibly pointed only slightly downward from the half-giant's chest. "We have arranged for a private care on the Under-Rail to take us to the Garden Quarter. To get to the nearest depot, though, we will have to pass through the Red Run. Don't you dare think that you will be able to slip away." The masked soldiers turned in unison and began to move away. The Corporal and the five followed.

They departed from the open maw of the corrugated that they had mysteriously woken up in. The rain was not so heavy now, but it still fell. As their eyes drifted upward, they saw the great white beams of the ribs that towered above them, heavy clouds intermixed with the whispy smog that clung eternally to the lands within the Bonewark. It was like some sort of ghastly breath, stagnant with an air of pollution and death. The gravel gave way to an open street that ran in two directions. The group headed southward.

It was some time before they entered the outer perimeter of Red Run but, when they did, all knew exactly what it was. Everything was a crimson color. Where it wasn't brick, it was rusted metal, sometimes bolted to wood, sometimes propped up on its own. What was more astonishing were the swathes of people that seemed to be in all places. Ragged humans cloaked themselves from the rain and gathered around pockmarked barrels that spewed flames and hissed. Masses of them churned in the streets endlessly. Hundreds of people and not a place to stand where three wouldn't be touching you.

As the group approached, they saw as weary eyes raised and fixed on them. Some of the humans looked way immediately, others moved out of the way, but others made no effort. As the soldiers began to push their way into the crowd, the nonhumans could feel the gazes around them. One of the soldiers shoved a young boy of about fifteen out of his way and a small crowd shrank away from him, grumbling angrily. The crowd closed around them.

"Beasts!" "Filthy creatures!" "Untouchables!" "Monsters!"

Voices cried out around them. Then the bodies started to come together.

Jacob felt a pair of hands claw at his side. Another pair wrapped around his flamethrower and yanked. "Bastard! Fucking Half-Breed!"

Varidia had to dodge her way through an endless sea of hands as they clasped for her. Someone was generous enough to deliver a swift kick to Isolde, a splitting pain shooting up his leg. Julius, who was at the helm of the pack, abruptly stopped. He had bumped into one of the masked soldiers that had been leading them. The man chuckled. The other turned.

"For insurance purposes. You understand.""

Reeling his fist back, the man launched forward and slammed it directly into Julius's face with a sickening crack. The crowd took this as a sign. At once, they leapt upon the group.
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If Julius felt the punch, he didn't show it. The sickening crack that echoed through the air and signaled what was most likely a broke nose,was met only with a smile. As the crowd began its frenzied attack Julius kept his focus on the guards. He knew of only one action he could take that would bring both the guards and the mob to a complete and utter halt, but now was not the time to instill even more panic in the masses, instead Julius opted to return the favor to the guard that had attacked him.

With a quick diagonal step to the guards right, Julius launched an elbow at the man's masked face. He had aimed for the eyes, hoping to at least break the lens and send the shards of glass into the mans eye. If he was lucky he would also knock any optics equipment the man was using out of whack and render him blind for a few precious seconds. If things went well, regardless of what happened to the guards mask Julius would be able to use his momentum to slip behind him and use him as a nice human-shield before his friend had a chance to open fire.

If things didn't go as planned, if he did get shot...well, the Homonculus was already quite awake in his mind, clawing at his psyche. It was calling for blood...
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"Shit!" Varidia exclaimed as the brawl broke out. She quickly did the only thing that she could to have a chance. She flew. She flew high. Once she was high enough to be comfortable that she could not be hit easy, she cast a Fire Shield on Julius, and started raining Ice Missiles on the crowd. "This escalated WAY more quickly than I would have liked. I'm starting to think the universe wants us dead!"
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Owen was just behind Julius when his comrades engaged him. This took Owen by surprise, these were not his orders, and the heavy guardsmen had not made their intentions known to him.

Between his recognition and reaction to the fight, the Fay flew above the crowd and started raining magic down.
It didn't look like any of the group was attacking Owen yet, which was good, he didn't have his comrades heavy armor.

He drew his pistol into his off hand, and opened his baton with his strong hand.

"By Right of the City Guard, I order ALL OF YOU to STAND DOWN", he barked, "Guardsmen, Suppress the Riot, now!"

He took a stance that he would be able to defend against multiple opponents, as different scenarios of what would come next ran through his head, and he scanned the situation to see which one would come to pass.
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Jacob Dreggs was now angry the need to survive over took him and he was now very much so worried for himself and, though he wouldnt admit it, the group he was with. As they yanked on him and pulled at him. He gave a swift back hand to quickly show these humans that their heads were not much more than thick balloons to him. "Fucking... stinking...." He grumbled. He said a ot more than that, though it couldnt be heard over the crowed. He turned his head as he saw the Heavy guard attack the Merc, that wasnt good. The Common suite guard was actually trying to do his job.. so perhaps he was alright. Though he wouldnt hold his breath. The Half-Giant put on his gasmask.

Was it a wise choice? No, most likely not. Though The Dieseler knew how to disperse crowds and make the most of his skills. He looked over at his group and made sure to know right where they were. He sparked to life his Flamethrower and set out a large arch of fire. He didnt care if it was man, woman, child, guard. He would burn any that came close to his group now, back handing and tossing people who got to close. "Get the fuck back!" He boomed in his deep giants voice. He knew that there was no way they could defend against this many foes, but once people caught flame he knew they would lose heart. Or die. The Dieseler wished for the latter.
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Berek backed away from the surging crowd without much thought. He wanted to plead with them that they did nothing wrong, but of course he knew it would fall on deaf ears. Instead he gathered his courage and stepped forward into the melee. His large fists coupled with his strong muscles sent men staggering and flying back. He made a point to stay close to the group though. With a growl, he grabbed one particularly nasty looking man by the throat, then grabbed his leg with his off hand, before shoving him into the crowd.
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The wall Isolde hugged was good, and firm. He stayed close to it, hoping for an opening to escape. The momentary pleasure of the thought of being as far away from these man things was abruptly stopped by the sound of a brainless angry mob. They scurried out of the wood works, shouting things at them. Isolde just watched as they crawled over each other, shouting profanities and attacking one another.

It wasn't until one of the filthies decided to give him a swift kick in the leg that Isolde took action. He instantly went into a frenzy at the purpertrator. He dove into the person, flailing, attempting to knock him down and rip out any exposed neck he would have.
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The crack that Julius had heard had not, in fact, been his nose but rather the guards knuckles as they crumpled under the force behind the punch. The pain sent the man forward and Julius reacted quickly, stepping to the man's side and delivering a sharp elbow to the guard's temple. The sound of glass cracking soon followed and the man gave out a wild yelp.

Varidia had managed to escape up into the air a bit more, but the smog was denser and heavier. On top of it, her flight was severely suppressed by the falling rain, hindering her ability to hold her altitude, let along climb higher. She cast her fire shield spell and, almost instantly, a corona of reddish flames enveloped Julius. The wave of energy it took to cast the spell from the distance that she had hit her, but it passed quickly enough with little lost. Then she began to blast thick shards of ice into the crowd, raining them down at what points looked most easy to keep at bay. Still, the crowd churned and cried for blood.

Owen had been taken aback by the abrupt eruption of the fight, but had managed to quickly compose himself. With one hand, he drew his pistol from his side, the other swinging in a low arch and bringing out the extendable baton he carried - that all City Guards carried. Shouting for the mob to calm down and for the soldiers to do as was intended, he assumed a fighting position just in time to receive an incoming body - one that had been thrown by Berek. It was only through pure luck that he managed to dodge out of the way in time, but it had thrown him off guard. It wasn't until he recomposed himself that he realized that his baton had, in fact, slipped away into the crowd...

Jacob had had enough already. The slurs, the riotous inclinations, the violence - it all fueled his anger so deeply that he decided it was time to break out the big guns - or, flamethrower, as it were. Tearing at the trigger, he expected a jet of flame, but instead all that came out was a loud hiss and the profuse stench of diesel fuel. There would be no fire under the current circumstance - his gear was too wet. This didn't stop him, however. With a swift step and a shove, one of the men that had been reaching for him felt the blunt edge of the massive weapon smash into his face. Another caught the head-end of the flamethrower to the jaw as the half-giant whipped it around. They still kept coming...

Berek, although in shape and certainly set in a physical fight, was at a loss in comparison to those around him. Where some had magic and others had flamethrowers, he had only his fists and his intuition. As the mounds of people came flooding onto them, he quickly found himself subdued as they wrapped themselves around him. Some of them shouted things at him, telling him that he was trash for consorting with such monstrosities. Others seemed as if they were more concerned, trying to pull the blacksmith free of the group he had been with and into the waves of the rioting crowd. Either way, things weren't going as planned.

Isolde reacted to the kick by leaping upon his adversary, his grimy claws and fangs seeking flesh and digging deep. As more and more humans came toward him, he leap from one to another, slashing, biting, clawing, kicking, scratching, and howling. The rat creature was terrifying, his grotesque form warding off some aggressors but not all. It was not soon before his frail form began to fail in the fight and the humans began to overtake him.

Then, the rapid fire of a gun went off. The soldier who had taken no action stood as all paused and their faces lifted upward. His gun was held up above the fight, a sign that he would not play any longer. It was then that Owen could be heard once again, chastising the crowds and threatening them with the law on his side. The wounded soldier backed up toward his counterpart.

As if nothing had happened, the wounded humans shrank back and began to make themselves scarce. There was no speech from the guard who had stopped it all because there needn't have been one. When the last of the aggressors had been shoved off, the man simply turned on heel and continued - this time, a much larger path opening before him. Whatever bloodlust had been in the air had dissipated as soon as the gun had gone off, and all that was left were the few wounded who were not able to get out themselves.
The Red Run Depot was deep underground, and with each flight of steps, there were less faces aside from each others to see. The group were being led deep below where the Under-Rail would be arriving sometime, hopefully, in the near future. The only thing that seemed unnerving were the furtive glances and hushed tones of the two soldiers who carried on, a few paces ahead of the rest of the group. Even Owen was not privy to their conversation.

As they reached the depot itself, it became clear that it was relatively unused. What few humans found comfort in living below the ground were camped out all around - their bedrolls and fires and cooking spits small splinters of light in an otherwise overshadowed place. The pale lamps over the rail itself illuminated an empty space where the Under-Rail would soon be. The wounded soldier turned around and pointed his gun at the group.

"From here, you will all be escorted by the Corporal. Our job is done as soon as you climb aboard. And not a minute too soon..."

The soldiers circled the group and stood at the stairway entrance, their guns pointed at the group. For now, they were left amongst themselves.
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Jacob shook his head and cursed himself. "I got so mad, I didn't even think of the damn rain" he wasn't really talking to anyone when he said it, and he couldn't help but laugh a bit. It was funny or so he thought. He took the time to look over this group some, perhaps they weren't all bad. At least most of them fought. Once they were underground he took the time to dry his gear, it was something he should have done long ago, but rage can change a man. He pulled his mask down and breathed the dank air of the sad place they were in.

The two heavy guards weren't worth the powder it would take to blow them to hell, though he still couldn't help but want to rip off their legs an make them craw to a hospital. Jacob looked at the train and spit in the direction of the guards. Other than that he got on with out much fuss. "I'm glad those two will be gone, useless currs, how nice of that one to pop you good eh?" He said towards the merc. The big man looked down at his gear, cleaning I and wishing he had set those assholes a flame, the thought made him happy. "So your a baby sitter now, I wonder if you will get paid more?" He laughed at Owen, feeling sorry the guy was stuck with this lot. Dreggs looked over at the ran and chuckled "you fight like your hungry, and you didn't fight at all, did ya?" He said pointing over at the craftsman.

He shook his head and then smiled a bit. "If you make things, you deal in metal? I could use a good to cover the flame on my thrower, that would keep the rain and what not off. Could you do that?" He was a bit chatty now the majority of his anger passed. Once the train would take off, he was sure to give the to heavy guards the bird.
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The fight was over as soon as it started. Isolde picked himself up off the ground and cursed that he barely got a mouthful of flesh before it was taken from him. The man things skiddered back to the dark recesses they came from. Isolde made a movement to follow but hesitated. The man things here meant business, and he wouldn't have an opportunity to follow suit if they were watching.

He followed the others underground, keeping to the back and sniffing the air. There would be no morsels. Considering how poverished the area looked, any form if food would be nude lock and key. Any crumbs would be picked over by street urchins.

They arrived at their location. It was just a matter of wAiting for the train. Isolde attention was brought forth by the big ugly brute. He moved his lips and attempted some form of communication with the rattling. Isolde shuttered. why is this man thing attempting to speak to me? He thought.

He turned and looked at Jacob. "Of course I fight like I'm hungry, man thing. I AM hungry"

And with that, Isolde skiddered over to the nearest highest ledge and climbed to it, perching and watching the others.
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As the situation defused, Owen looked about, but it seemed his weapon had found a sticky set of fingers to adhere to. That, or, at least, they had no time to search for it. He holstered his pistol, and they pressed on, and Owen was both relieved and concerned when his comrades left them and stood guard to see that none attempted to return whence they came.

He took an at ease position, and looked over his charges. Then one of them, the big one, spoke as if to make light conversation.
"Danger Compensation is always nice, Biggun, whether I have to look after babes or no. They'll likely charge me for a replacement baton, though. Quartermaster has no sense of humor."

Then the Ratling responded to the Giant's words, and he eyed the animalistic creature as it spoke and found a spot to perch. He wondered if it would rip his throat out if he let his guard down.

Then he turned to the merc, who had an altercation with one of his comrades.
"I cannot defend my comrade's behavior, friend, and I don't know why he took the actions he did. It is a disgrace to the Armor, but I must say you handled yourself well."
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