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Post by Demetrius on Sept 6, 2020 19:32:21 GMT
While Justine and her new friends were celebrating their victory, with the incessant Nigel Thornheart, Demetrius decided it was a good time for him to begin his investigation. It had been months since they'd escaped from the asylum, yet he'd been unable to find any proper leads into the Mist Occultists, known to lurk in the seedier corners of the world. Now however, having returned to metropolis that was Bastion, Demetrius had a good feeling that his luck was going to change.
He walked along the murky Waterfront, pathways lit only by lamplight, looking for a sign that he was in the right place. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2020 20:02:04 GMT
Demetrius has few enough practical social skills, but smelling Mist is something of a second sight for him. He eventually comes to a small collection of nameless buildings. He can sense something in there but it feels....weird. Alien. There's no visible lights on but that seldom matters; his friends didn't need the light to see. Or he didn't think so. On closer inspection the strange little cluster of buildings looked like they were all somehow connected, like a little labyrinth of dilapidated huts. The streets are mostly empty; people here seldom stayed outside unless they had a specific reason. Crime was high but one thing Demetrius did not have to particularly worry about was being mugged.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 7, 2020 0:45:18 GMT
Keeping his head low, Demetrius scouts the exterior of the buildings, looking to see if there were any sentinels standing guard. He also scanned for both the proper entrance, as well as somewhere he might be able to sneak in undetected.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2020 1:27:20 GMT
No one was visibly on guard but Mist cultists almost certainly used protective magic and so that wasn't a reliable sign of anything. He didn't see any specific reason for worry, however. One of the windows has some light coming out of it and the door nearest it doesn't look locked.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 7, 2020 1:42:35 GMT
Satisfied having done his due-diligence, Demetrius sneaks up to the open window, pulling himself inside.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2020 2:14:16 GMT
The light is coming from a fireplace with a few dying logs. He is in a study of some kind, but one owned by someone more interested in weird stories and the like than the finest in literature or science. There's, in fact, three full sets of Nigel Thornheart's Adventures. Fifteen books of that smiling knight errant. His nose catches the faintest whiff of rosewater. It's awfully fancy for a south side commune. There's a door to his immediate right that would lead outside and two to his left. The first one is open and leads to a small pantry with some spices and dried food. The other one is closed.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 7, 2020 2:38:01 GMT
Demetrius struggled to ignore the grumbling in his stomach, choosing to investigate the closed door.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2020 3:20:30 GMT
The door is a typical tenement one; cheap and shoddy. He can smash through it with his shoulder if he tries hard enough and he doesn’t have the stockiest build. He can’t hear anything going on behind it.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 7, 2020 3:26:36 GMT
Well... No turning back, thought Demetrius right before he rammed his shoulder into the door, attempting to force it open.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2020 5:40:55 GMT
He loudly rams through the door and stumbled down a couple stairs. There was nearly blackness ahead in the hallway he was in but he could hear people talking through the next door. “What the hell was that?!” were definitely the first words he properly understood.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 7, 2020 6:37:13 GMT
Trying to avoid being seen, Demetrius attempts to hide in the shadows while figuring out where exactly the voices are coming from. Using his mist senses, he reached out to location the source that was drawing him here.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2020 6:42:24 GMT
The source is right behind that door. He blends into the shadows nearby as the door opens and two men exit, heading toward him. They have pistols and daggers and don’t look like the friendliest people he’s ever met. “Jonarth, go right. I got left,” one said in a professional manner. They passed right by him. Demetrius wasn’t easy to see if he decided he didn’t want to be seen.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 7, 2020 7:12:57 GMT
Cloaked in darkness, Demetrius makes his move for the one going right. Slipping his dagger free, he aims for the man’s neck.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2020 7:39:22 GMT
Demetrius: 128/62
Demetrius manages to stab the man but his second strike goes wide. "What the fuck!" the man said. "Fucking get him Jonny!" Demetrius is now uncovered and normal combat will begin.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 7, 2020 18:10:41 GMT
Demetrius let’s loose his powers, his eyes going wide with excitement, hurling transparent mist daggers at his enemy.
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