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Your boots splash through icy puddles as you lead the way through Umberal’s labyrinth of winding alleys and crowded thoroughfares. You’re MOROOK, of course, and you don’t think you’ll ever get used to a place like this.
‘City of Tomorrow’? You hope not…
With Anton off to meet the Archmage, you thought it prudent to check in on your ‘order’--the sooner you can get off the streets the better, you think as your trek leads you to the canals–the roar of yachts and clanking of colossal machines dipping their cold appendages into it like River Friilkas doing little to soothe your unease.
Your foes took you by surprise before–this time they won’t be so lucky. The plan, as it was before, is simple:
Find the bomb. Take the bomb. Bring the bomb to the safehouse. One, two, three.
Easier said than done, however–as if the city clamor wasn’t enough, the magical contamination is nigh-overwhelming here in Umberal… and though you can’t use magic you can’t help but feel the arcane weight in the air around you press down on your shoulders and make your head heavier! If this is how you feel, then how does Oti manage it? Hells, what would Lila think?
… There’s probably a reason you don’t see any Veeti in these cold, cold streets, but you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t appreciate her company.
For all the wonders Umberal holds, there’s no shaking it from your mind:
Something is profoundly wrong with this place!
It matters not. You’ve a job to perform, and you don't make a habit of betraying expectations! Come sorcerers or Spicys, you’ll be ready for them all–Umberal’s a lot less frightening when you liken it to a jungle…
Who did you bring with you anyways? Did you opt for a smaller, quieter group, or did you prepare for WAR?
CHOOSE ZERO OR MORE!
>Volka
>Rezalith
>Toppel
>Oti
>Obber
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The choice is, by and large, a no-brainer. Morook, you mutter as your eyes wander over to his, you’re in charge of Smith Squad. If the Chytree has any arguments, his gaze doesn’t betray them.
“Leave it to me, then.” He answers in a remarkably calm manner while Rezalith silently rips him apart in her head, teeth clenched and eyes trembling.
“I presume we’ll be leaving soon?” Oti asks with a dismissive sigh. He presumes right, you fire back as you rise from your seat, and whatever happens, we’ll all meet back here, okay? No heroics!
“Awww, c’mooooon!” Groans Volka as she and the others rise from their chairs, “Not even a lil’ bit?”
That’s up to SMITH LEADER, you reply with a wink, to which Morook answers with a polite laugh.
“We’ll keep the swashbuckling to a minimum if we can help it.” He answers as his eyes sweep across his subordinates. “We’re on enemy turf here. No sense prodding the Zitzer nest.”
“Oh Hells, it’s SPREADING.” Rezzie gags! “The minute a fight starts, though, I’m not holding back! Consider that a warning!”
“Probably not a bad idea…” Tzah-Tzie mutters to herself as her fluffy tail sneakily caresses the back of your leg. “I doubt the Spicys will let us off with a warning this time around…”
“Say, yea…” Volka remarks with a flicker of concern in her big yellow eyes, “What are we gonna do about them, ey? You know they’re gonna be sniffin’ around…”
You’ll cross that bridge when you get to it, you shrug. There’s a good chance that Vhale has something to keep Trier in check, but if it comes down to the wire then you’d rather scope out Trimbault while you can. Morook grunts in assent.
“The paranoid maniac Archmage does sound like a more immediate threat, yes.” Tzah-Tzie bristles with renewed fire in her eyes!
“Yea… and I wanna be there when we tear his smug ass to shreds…” The sudden venom in her tone causes Rezzie to beam with… pride?
“The Snack…” She remarks with a slow nod, “There might just be hope for you yet…”
“If we’re all done practicing our threats, shall we put the plan into action?” Oti interjects with enough venom for both of them! “Trimbault is best infiltrated whilst we still have the element of surprise… and if we intend to acquire this other mage, well…” The sorcerer punctuates his statement with a weary groan. “Do we really have to track them down?”
Don’t worry, you grin, he’ll love her! Plus she owes you a favor and seemed pretty desperate, so-
“A winning combination if ya’ ask me!” TT giggles with a wink! Oti isn’t impressed.
“...I didn’t, but very well. Is there anything else we should cover before you collect that TOKEN?”
>CONTD.
“Leave it to me, then.” He answers in a remarkably calm manner while Rezalith silently rips him apart in her head, teeth clenched and eyes trembling.
“I presume we’ll be leaving soon?” Oti asks with a dismissive sigh. He presumes right, you fire back as you rise from your seat, and whatever happens, we’ll all meet back here, okay? No heroics!
“Awww, c’mooooon!” Groans Volka as she and the others rise from their chairs, “Not even a lil’ bit?”
That’s up to SMITH LEADER, you reply with a wink, to which Morook answers with a polite laugh.
“We’ll keep the swashbuckling to a minimum if we can help it.” He answers as his eyes sweep across his subordinates. “We’re on enemy turf here. No sense prodding the Zitzer nest.”
“Oh Hells, it’s SPREADING.” Rezzie gags! “The minute a fight starts, though, I’m not holding back! Consider that a warning!”
“Probably not a bad idea…” Tzah-Tzie mutters to herself as her fluffy tail sneakily caresses the back of your leg. “I doubt the Spicys will let us off with a warning this time around…”
“Say, yea…” Volka remarks with a flicker of concern in her big yellow eyes, “What are we gonna do about them, ey? You know they’re gonna be sniffin’ around…”
You’ll cross that bridge when you get to it, you shrug. There’s a good chance that Vhale has something to keep Trier in check, but if it comes down to the wire then you’d rather scope out Trimbault while you can. Morook grunts in assent.
“The paranoid maniac Archmage does sound like a more immediate threat, yes.” Tzah-Tzie bristles with renewed fire in her eyes!
“Yea… and I wanna be there when we tear his smug ass to shreds…” The sudden venom in her tone causes Rezzie to beam with… pride?
“The Snack…” She remarks with a slow nod, “There might just be hope for you yet…”
“If we’re all done practicing our threats, shall we put the plan into action?” Oti interjects with enough venom for both of them! “Trimbault is best infiltrated whilst we still have the element of surprise… and if we intend to acquire this other mage, well…” The sorcerer punctuates his statement with a weary groan. “Do we really have to track them down?”
Don’t worry, you grin, he’ll love her! Plus she owes you a favor and seemed pretty desperate, so-
“A winning combination if ya’ ask me!” TT giggles with a wink! Oti isn’t impressed.
“...I didn’t, but very well. Is there anything else we should cover before you collect that TOKEN?”
>CONTD.
“Snack?”
Monotone though it may be, the sudden question rouses you from a stupor you didn’t know you were in! Jerking your head upright, you find yourself crunching along a frost-flaked path behind a familiar pair of yellow eyes…
The ones currently keeping pace with you, however, dwarf Volka’s by a long shot! Morook, you mutter, surprising yourself with how sleepy you sound, b-beg your pardon, bud?
Your answer comes in the form of a bouquet of unfamiliar aromas creeping into your nostrils: fresh-cut grass… pine nuts… and syrup?
“We’ve been traveling for some time now,” Begins the Chytree in a warm, but matter-of-fact tone, “But there’s plenty of path between us and our destination. Better keep your strength up.”
Right, you think as you graciously take the trail treat from Morook’s claw, THE FAR-THROW INN. One of your first stops upon arriving in Zoral, actually! Was pretty darn comfy aside from the surprise assassin attack.
“I wonder how many bells they’ll have for us when we get there? Hoo HOO, I can hardly wait!”
Oh, that’s where Tzah-Tzie went! Perched atop Volka’s ample shoulder like a bird on a branch, the spritely songstress provides your journey with some much-needed musical accompaniment. Noticing your gaze, she meets it with a cheeky smile and a wink that sets your heart aflutter… but only for a moment.
You never thought you’d miss having Rezzie around, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the devious little devil. She knew where you were headed and had a penchant for tracking you down in the past, but even with those facts fresh in your mind and the reassurances TT gave you a few nights ago, you can’t help but worry about the haughty hellion.
… and Liz... whoof.
Though your mind is occupied to capacity, Morook’s guidance keeps you on what you assume is the optimal path… still, it isn’t long before the frost at your feet fades and you come to…
>A rushing waterfall with a pool at its base…
>The yawning mouth of a cave on the side of a hill…
>A sweet-scented grove in the middle of the woods…
>An abandoned hut next to a trickling brook…
Monotone though it may be, the sudden question rouses you from a stupor you didn’t know you were in! Jerking your head upright, you find yourself crunching along a frost-flaked path behind a familiar pair of yellow eyes…
The ones currently keeping pace with you, however, dwarf Volka’s by a long shot! Morook, you mutter, surprising yourself with how sleepy you sound, b-beg your pardon, bud?
Your answer comes in the form of a bouquet of unfamiliar aromas creeping into your nostrils: fresh-cut grass… pine nuts… and syrup?
“We’ve been traveling for some time now,” Begins the Chytree in a warm, but matter-of-fact tone, “But there’s plenty of path between us and our destination. Better keep your strength up.”
Right, you think as you graciously take the trail treat from Morook’s claw, THE FAR-THROW INN. One of your first stops upon arriving in Zoral, actually! Was pretty darn comfy aside from the surprise assassin attack.
“I wonder how many bells they’ll have for us when we get there? Hoo HOO, I can hardly wait!”
Oh, that’s where Tzah-Tzie went! Perched atop Volka’s ample shoulder like a bird on a branch, the spritely songstress provides your journey with some much-needed musical accompaniment. Noticing your gaze, she meets it with a cheeky smile and a wink that sets your heart aflutter… but only for a moment.
You never thought you’d miss having Rezzie around, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the devious little devil. She knew where you were headed and had a penchant for tracking you down in the past, but even with those facts fresh in your mind and the reassurances TT gave you a few nights ago, you can’t help but worry about the haughty hellion.
… and Liz... whoof.
Though your mind is occupied to capacity, Morook’s guidance keeps you on what you assume is the optimal path… still, it isn’t long before the frost at your feet fades and you come to…
>A rushing waterfall with a pool at its base…
>The yawning mouth of a cave on the side of a hill…
>A sweet-scented grove in the middle of the woods…
>An abandoned hut next to a trickling brook…