Fear And Feudalism at The End of Time

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Vlad continues forward and attempts to enter the fortress, hoping that, if nothing else, he'll be able to find work within.

[hygenisthygenist]

John Kynikos, presented with no further options, clutches the shortsword sheathed in his belt and sighs. He presses the "Down" button. While all this is occurring, he thinks some more on that hellish engine that housed the true form of Baphomet. He does this even as the void-climber begins its rickety descent...

[God Bebi Satan]

John Kynikos
The Bowels Beneath Heaven's Breach
Void Climber

The inky dark is highlighted by nothing bar the occasional torch, often illuminating a garish clawmark left by one of the many beasts that you care not to ponder on. You recall the High King's glare as he sent you off down there, he knew something, the bastard had to know your heretical ways.
The Void Climber clunks down into its lower position, surrounded by a deep circular void, a singular strand of metal walkway between you and the substation. Something shrieks from deeper into the void below you. This is not a good place to be. This is further stated by the long and groaning creaking of the Void Climber, which seemed to be actively mocking your inability to put haste into your movement with several slow creaks of moving gears.



A sign sits beside the bridge:

Vlad
Bheni Grhadi Exterior

You're let into the gates, the filthy streets of this settlement are filled with merchants hawking all sorts of dumb shit. Twelve coin for a plush whale, seventy coin for a book of exciting fictions, each more engaging then the last.
There's such great things as a bar, a forge, and a brothel, all looking for wonderful employment or purchasing options.

[hygenisthygenist]

John Kynikos cursed and drew his sword. He'd often trafficked with strange and not altogether pleasant beings in his service as Secret Apostle to Tzon Baphomet. He ought not to be rattled so easily nowadays, but still, his caution usually served him well. In spite of his marked unease towards the situation at hand, the face of High King leering at him scuttled around in the back of his mind...

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These men are a disgrace to the old gods, but genocide is not yet a viable possibility. Instead, Vlad inquires about work at the forge.

[God Bebi Satan]

Vlad
Bheni Grhadi Forge

A large (roughly seven feet, cave mushrooms tend to pack on the inches), dull looking man hovers over an anvil as he pounds out an ornate sword. He looks up to you with meaningfully interested eyes as he's pushed to the side by a crooked-nosed man in mail-reinforced robes, who greets you in a curious tone. "Greetings friend, do not mind the help, might I interest you in some fine wares today?" He asks, looking over you for any signs of coin or bartering-material.

John Kynikos
The Bowels Beneath Heaven's Breach

You continue forth past the rickety bridge to a point designated as the sub station. An old man sits at a desk, flicking through the July issue of Knobs and Throbs. He waves a hand at you, a radio landing at your feet. A rack full of mapping analyzers sits beside the preoccupied geezer.

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Vlad approaches, with a smile on his face, and seemingly un-phased by giant mongoloid that he stood before.

"No coin on me, friend. I come for work, you have things for me to do?"

[God Bebi Satan]

Vlad
Bheni Grhadi Forge

He grins behind his cloak, wringing his hands together. "Hmmm, yes. I believe there is work for you. We have plenty of people working the forge, but I have courier work for you. Deliver this package to Detective Aryeh Shlomi, if he's not in, leave it on his desk. He works at the Merchant Defense Force precinct up the road." He explains, a long, emaciated hand reaching out of his cloak, holding a nondescript package tied with brown string. "The Detective and I go way back. Way back."

The blacksmith looks at his employer with sheer malice, as if he wanted to raise his hammer and brain the fucker where he stands.

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Vlad nods, and takes the package

"This task shall be done."

[God Bebi Satan]

"Get going, then. I don't pay you to sit here." He demands, wobbling off to the building behind the forge. The blacksmith gives you a sympathetic look.

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Vlad hurries off to deliver the package. It didn't sound like the delivery point was too far away, so it shouldn't take long to reach.

[God Bebi Satan]

Vlad
Bheni Grhadi: MDF Precinct Exterior

At the base of the ivory tower that leaks hell onto the people below this wretched place is a three story poured concrete structure. Some well-armed men stand before the entrance to the structure, hefting swords at their hips. They don't look too friendly towards visitors.

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"Hello swords guards!" exclaims Vlad "I come with delivery for Aryeh. Would be good if you let myself in to deliver, yes."

[God Bebi Satan]

"Detective Aryeh is not in." The masked guardsman responds. "We take package for scanning and later delivery?"

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"Maybe. Would you put package on his desk?" asks Vlad

[God Bebi Satan]

"Depend on contents." He responds, hand hovering over sword.

[Deleted]

"Is sounds alright to me, but better be checking with employer to make sure. Let me be right back."

Vlad waves to the guards as he walks back to the blacksmiths.

[God Bebi Satan]

Vlad
Bheni Grhadi Forge

The Merchant Forge man looks at you. "You must not let them see the contents of the package! Get back in there by any means possible!" He says, pushing a small device towards you. "This open doors. You open doors, you get inside, yes?"

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Vlad nods his head and grabs the device. He leaves the blacksmiths, and sees if he can find any back paths to the precinct building, so as not to be spotted by the guards he encountered earlier.

[God Bebi Satan]

Vlad
Bheni Grhadi: MDF Precinct Exterior-Back

Just beyond an alley, lined by a one-legged homeless wielding a sign reading 'Pull our boys out of Borea.' in red spray paint, is an alleyway with a sealed up back door. A camera hovers over the area, just below a dumpster and a sturdy looking 4x4

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Vlad approaches the homeless man.

"Hello, sir. Would you be happening to have extra spray paint on person at this moment?"

[God Bebi Satan]

The man shakes his head. "I stealed paint from paint man down road. He not lock his doors."

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"What of sharp objects? Do any lie in this place?"

[God Bebi Satan]

"Sharp things in dumpster! They put old sharps in dumpster!" The man shouts.

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Vlad goes over to the dumpster, and grabs the first sharp object he can find. He then goes over, picks up one of the pieces of wood that are laying around, and carves a little smiley face in it, along with some vulgar phrases in his native tongue. Vlad the places his creation in front of the camera, and waits by the door to see if anyone will come to investigate.