Fable - Ask Missed Opportunities

[Demir]

Vel Ostemir

Cities, as a rule, were a terrible place for war. Cramped streets, tight fitting buildings, and a thousand places to hide. It was the sort of nightmare that no army wanted to run into. The sort of fighting that soldiers dreaded and anyone else couldn't even begin to understand. Vel Ostemir was worse by a mile, much worse. Not only was the place a city, but it was a cave.

Rather, it was a system of caves cut into a massive mountain side just south of the borders of the great Savannah.

The city itself was a massive highway of caverns, caves, chambers, and a dozen other synonyms for places that someone could hide. Venturing through the maze of homes was like wandering into a bees nest. No one in the gathered group wanted to do it, but they all knew they would have to. At this point it was just a matter of who would go first.

Demir Ildren flipped a coin. The silver flickered end over end in the air, catching the glint of sunlight and carrying through the air before it dropped down back into his palm. Fingers furled around it almost instantly, scrunching over the polished metal as the Captain suddenly addressed him.

"Ildren, take a three soldiers and the Dreadlords. Head into the caverns and ferret out the rebels who fled in there."​

His head turned upward as soon as he heard his name, lips thinning. Heart dropped into his stomach. Eyes flickered over towards the Dreadlord Initiate's standing among the regular soldiers. Fingers tapped against his knees, but he offered no argument against the words of his commander. He knew better than that, Holstag was a fucking tank of a man, didn't much take any lip.

"Yes Sir." Demir said as he pulled himself off the top of the cart and landed on the ground with a muted thud. "We'll die in glorious battle if we have to."

He glanced over towards the Initiates. "Isn't that right kids?"

Demir didn't expect an answer of course, the dour bastards hardly ever answered.

Over the years he'd worked with plenty of Dreadlords, plenty of Initiates too. He had found that even though they were generally far more bossy and controlling he preferred the latter. Initiates tended to be a bit more...freeform, and in a military setting that was hardly ideal. At least this time he would be in charge. That was a nice change the Republic had brought with it.

"Ildren."​

The Captain said in warning, his voice as stern as a mothers sandal.

"No disrespect meant, Sir. We'll be on our way." Demir said with a salute. "Gather your things Children, we go into the tunnels."

He made a motion, then stalked away to head towards the main gates into the mountain.

 

[Noel]

As her skills grew she felt more and more comfort taking on tasks in cities. The thrum of random metals calling out. The vibration of footsteps on cobblestone. Smells of street stalls serving kebabs. She'd always found it easy to find her marks amongst the bustling masses.

But Vel Ostemir was different from any other city she'd stepped foot into. Whoever had designed a city inside of a mountain deserved the gallows.

You couldn't even see the sun in half the city. Lunacy.

Unsurprisingly when the time came to select a team to go after their prey Noel was part of the group selected. Alright, to be fair, every initiate present was chosen to accompany Demir Ildren. Some random knight in the Anirian Guard who was to be their squad leader for this excursion.

Noel knew that this was something she'd need to become accustomed with and it got easier every job. Someone whom she could kill in the blink of an eye barking orders at her. As long as Mr. Ildren didn't get too bossy everything would be fine.

"Yes sir," she said in acknowledgement as she fastened her large platinum ring to her back and strapped her rations pack over her shoulder. Following the others into the cavernous city.

If he insisted on continuing to call her a child there would, almost certainly, be hell to pay.

Whether he knew it or not their so-called 'leader' would learn not to underestimate Noel Schwarz. If she had things her way in a few years it would be her giving orders to him.

 

[Alistair Krixus]

This place was a nightmare.

As the caravan of soldiers and dreadlords entered the underground city, Alistair could only think how difficult fighting any sort of defensive force in these maze-like tunnels.

Naturally, they would send in the dreadlords first. It felt strange that even after the Revolution, the dreadlords were still getting thrown into the grinder. The only difference was that it was now guards that threw them into the mess and now the nobles.

His inner thoughts were interrupted as the others started getting out of the carts, so Alistair followed along with a sigh.

He was a little disappointed to see the guard that would be leading them. The man did not look impressive or disappointing but had a cocky demeanor that quickly began to grate on Alistair's nerves...Ok, it was definitely the being called children part. The man could only be a few more years older than them.

Still, the hierarchy was meant to be followed in the military, so Alistair would do as he was told. He reached over to grab his own pack and his sword and fell in next to Noel.

"Understood."

Noel Demir

 

[Demir]

Demir took the two Initiates up a winding road towards one of the small cavern entrances, his eyes flickering between buildings. Much of the population had already surrendered, deciding it was better to rejoin the folds than fight a war they would eventually lose.

They were not the problem however.

It was those who decided otherwise, those who itched for a fight and would die to the last. They were who Demir and the two Initiates would have to root out.

Finding them was the first step, the second? Well, hopefully they wouldn't have to take care of the second alone. "So."

The Anirian Knight said as they reached one of the ancient entrances. It's dark expanse guarded by two stone figurines carved into the mountain itself. They seemed to stare at the intruders, carefully cut eyes seeming to follow no matter where you stepped.

"Where are you guys from?" Demir asked casually as he moved into the darkness.

As he stepped, the silver coin was brought to his lips. Both the Initiates would notice him nibbling upon the metal, teeth biting into coin as though it were a cracker. "I mean I know most of you don't remember."

He remarked, his mouth half full. "But it's kind of interesting when you do."

As he spoke, Demir took in a sharp breath. The world around him seeming to snap into clarity. The Darkness clearing in front of him, the quiet of the cave turning to a rhythmic sound of it's own. He stepped into the cavern, wandering into the expanse of the mountain and the danger that lay within.

 

[Noel]

The only saving grace of this assignment was that Alistair was present. Sure, he wasn't the most impressive pupil from the academy, at least not according to her, but at least she'd have someone to rely upon if things got dicey.

As they moved through towards the massive gate their Guardsman leader did that thing the rank-and-file always did.

Try to find common ground through small talk. It was so transparent and obvious that Noel had prepared for it every time she was assigned to work with the Guard. She'd accepted that this would be her life post-revolution so might as well be prepared to chit-chat with the mundane.

"Near the wall of Vel Anir, the capital." Her father had been a blacksmith. They'd been of modest means and lived far from the opulence of the center of the city. "Before the academy I wa-," she didn't finish her sentence.

Demir began to... chew on a silver coin? No, he actually ate the thing. Her control over silver wasn't as pronounced as her control over iron and no where near over her near mastery of platinum. Still, she could sense the coin break apart on his teeth and enter his bloodstream.

This guy was an absolute freak.

 

[Alistair Krixus]

The one benefit of all of this was that since the civilians had been moved out, he did not really have to worry about friendly fire. He could just kill anything that moved. He turned back to look at their 'leader' when he started asking questions.

Alistair shot Noel a look as they all had grown accustomed to such questions. He was content to let her answer first, as his own answer was always simple and usually got him a few looks by those of common birth.

His double take came when he heard the crunch of a silver coin. It was a coin, right? Yeah, this guy definitely just ate a coin. Slowly, Alistair's eyes landed on Noel with a questioning look as if to say, Do you do that?

Rather than wait for an answer, Al was more inclined to just moved past the man's strange diet. He pulled out his reading glasses and a rune on the glass flared to life granting him a little dark vision to help in the caves.

"I was born in Vel Anir...the Krixus compound...Not really a compound, though. It was just three buildings."

Demir Noel

 

[Demir]

"Homegrown the both of you!" Demir actually sounded like he was surprised, his head shaking as he chewed the rest of the coin and swallowed.

The cavern around them was, to his eyes at least, almost entirely lit up. He could see through the dark as well as any Drow, and Alistair's light only illuminated things all the more. Demir moved with the confidence of a man who was never lost, stepping forward and taking turns within the tunnel at leisure.

Each time they stepped passed a corner, a short knife darted outward. It slashed through the rock, leaving a mark. "Usually you lot are from all over."

He remarked, his head turning ever so slightly as they reached another fork in the road. He frowned, and then after a moment turned right.

"Krixus! I know a Krixus, I bought some alum powder from him once." Demir chuckled, shaking his head as though he couldn't believe the coincidence. "I'm fairly sure the bastard overcharged me twice over."

The stuff was rare though. Then his head cocked slightly to the side, his attentions to Noel. "What about you? Secret Princess? Hidden away in the slums for safekeeping?"

As they walked, the two Initiates would begin to hear a sound in the distance, water slowly flowing over stone. The sound of a river.

 

[Noel]

Anirius bless, Demir Ildren ate the entire coin as if he were munching on a cookie. How had the Great Houses lose the war to a bunch of guardsmen who swallowed metal?

Ugh. And he was mouthy too! Just yapping his gums as if they were out for a casual afternoon stroll. Noel could admire it to some degree if it came from a place of confidence but she assumed he was simply a moron. Morons loved to hear themselves talk.

Still, it would be best not to underestimate him. Not until she understood precisely whom she was dealing with.

"Secret princess?" Yeah, nevermind, this guy was buffoon. "Nothing as enthralling or interesting as our Krixus celebrity over here." She passed a nod towards Alistair as she kept her pace up.

They could talk about the Krixus family as much as the two of them wanted. Whenever they were finished discussing Alistair's family, or perhaps more appropriately once the mundane Guard Demir was done trying to rub elbows with a fancy nobleman, she'd speak up once more. "My family was working class. I showed promise and my mother made sure I was off to the academy the next day."

Noel was still a bit bitter about that last part.

Her ears perked up and she looked around in the dark corridor to make sure they weren't being followed. "Do you hear that?" Dribbling water could've been any number of things so far as she was concerned.

 

[Alistair Krixus]

Ripping off a guardsman? Yeah, that sounded like his dad. It did not really matter anymore. His father was dead. Alistair could only shrug at the description making sure to keep a neutral expression on his face before quickly adding clarification to Noel's comment.

"We aren't that important...Really, not even a little."

The title was all that the family had. They weren't even that large anymore.

Thankfully, the topic of his family was quickly steered away from him as the sound of running water reached all of their ears.

"Yeah, probably an underground river...If a rebel force is down here then they would need a source of water to survive. It's a good place to start looking."

Noel Demir

 

[Demir]

Demir glanced towards Alistair. "Ah, well I'm sure you'll turn it around. New age of the Republic and all. Lot of ways to make a name for yourself."

The Guardsmen said with a wave of his hand, as though he had every confidence in the world. Before he could launch another verbal assault on Noel the two Initiates struck up a notion.

"Oh isn't that convenient." Demir said with a small chuckle as the sound of the river began to grow louder.

It wasn't a coincidence of course. As soon as he'd taken his first bite of silver he'd heard it. A slight trickle at first, but louder as he'd guided them through the tunnels. Even the sound of his boisterous voice hadn't drowned out the river.

Another turn, and they found themselves facing a large open cavern. It was very clearly a man made thing. Intricately carved stone squaring the whole thing.

Through the middle of it ran a river, three bridges spanning over it and each bridge holding a strange arm with a bucket upon it. Clearly meant for scooping water. Upon one of the bridges stood a young man, a torch in one hand and the other half reaching out for the bucket. Stopping as he noticed the three Anirians.

With the silver still in his blood Demir could see the panic cross the young man's face.

In an instant he dropped the torch and ran.

 

[Noel]

Noel rolled her eyes at Alistair's insistence that his family weren't that important. Best not to pull on that thread though, in all likelihood he was the only one she could trust down here. Those Guards were as brittle as glass. As Dreadlord initiates they'd have to work together to make sure these whelps didn't get themselves killed.

Then, they spotted him. A man around the same age as Noel or Alistair illuminating the halls of Vel Ostemir with a torch in one hand. Gathering water, likely for the rest of the rebellious scum.

He spotted the entourage not long after they'd spotted him and in the blink of an eye he fled.

In her gut she considered hurling a chunk of platinum his way. End his life and then continue their pursuit of his comrades. But just as some of the metal hanging from her back began to tug loose she stopped. There was another way to handle the fleeing boy.

"He'll lead us to the rest of them," she whispered before increasing her pace to give chase.

 

[Alistair Krixus]

Alistair couldn't decide if he really wanted that. Now that his father was dead, there was no one really pushing for the advancement of the family. Did he really want to do that? It would just mean more work for him, but it would help his mother and soon-to-be little sibling...Now was not the time to think about that. He had a job to do.

Al was on the same page as Noel when they spotted the rebel. He sped up to keep up with his pace of Noel, but his eyes also flared with a golden glow as he looked at the fleeing man.

"He won't be getting away. I've got him marked."

The mana in Alistair's body was ramping up his senses and his speed to ensure he would always be able to keep the boy in sight. He did glance back to see if their Captain was following, but he decided to focus on the task at hand. As long as Noel was beside him, then they would be able to handle anything that came their way.

Demir Noel

 

[Demir]

Both the Initiates would feel their Lieutenant dropping behind them in pace. The young Initiates feeling him as his pace actually seemed to slow.

When Alistair gave a brief second peeking over his shoulder he would see Demir reach for something on his pouch. A pinch was drawn from the pouhch. When his head turned back, both Alistair and Noel would hear a loud sniiiiiiiifffff, as Demir drew his nose over the line of powder beginning at his knuckle.

A brief second passed.

Then the Guardsmen suddenly rushed between the two Initiates.

He moved liked a blur, running far faster than any man had a right to. Darting in a full on sprint across the bridge, narrowly stepping besides the dropped torch and closing in on the fleeing boy. A loud yelp echoed within the cavern.

Demir tackled the fleeing rebel.

One hand hooked beneath his chin, the other struck at his rib. Within seconds he had the boy pinned to the ground, his mouth opening as he let out a yelp of pain. "It'sfineIgothim."

The words came out as a jumbled mess as Demir spoke, entirely too fast to be normal. Following him might have worked, but he doubted that even a Rebel would be foolish enough to run back to his main pact. No, this would have to be an interrogation.

 

[Noel]

Not only was Demir a weirdo who ate coins he apparently took drugs while on duty. Oh well, at least Alistair had marked their prey. Now all they had to do was follow behind and he'd lead them to the remaining rebels. After that it was just a matter of-

A motion moved past her and her fellow initiate. It was their Guardsman leader running at superhuman speeds.

Were they giving the Guard some sort of magic imbued narcotics?

Noel looked at Alistair with a glint of surprise in her eyes before rushing after the insane man who was supposed to be in charge of this mission. She flinched slightly as she heard their fleeing friend yelp in the darkness.

Once she rounded the corner she simply shook her head in disgust. "Great. Now we have to torture him." Just following him was apparently too easy.

She bent over to make direct eye contact with the rebel. He appeared to be the same age as her but fear had filled his face. "Wanna tell us where your pals are? Or do you prefer to die very, very, slowly?"

 

[Alistair Krixus]

The image of Demir was enough to make Alistair's teeth ground together. Even his incredible speed was not enough to overshadow Al's anger. This guy was using drugs. Alistair had watched drugs ruin peoples lives, some closer to home than others.

His knuckles were turning white as he gripped his sword. A part of him wanted to lash out when Demir ran by him, but he stopped himself.

When he came to a stop next to the others, the only thing stopping him from starting a fight was pure military discipline. Al inhaled a deep breath and then quickly put his sword away. The lack of a weapon in his grasp did seem to help him calm down.

It was best if he decided to focus on a task. He would ignore his captain until he had time to get his emotions under control. While Noel was talking to their new prisoner, Alistair dug around in his bag and pulled out a small tool kit. He said nothing as he started lining up what looked like a thin dagger, some plyers, a screw, and some other tools.

If this boy did not give them answers freely, then he would handle the rest.

Noel Demir

 

[Demir]

"Interrogationwillbefaster." Demir remarked. "It'sunlikelyhewould have lead us back to anything useful anyway."

Without noticing at all, Demir's voice returned to normal.

The small amount of copper he had snorted had only been enough for a few seconds of speed. A larger dose would have seen him carry the effects for longer, but would also cause him to crash in the midst of this mission.

Demir had long ago learned that there was a fine balance to the powders. The silver in his blood would last for hours yet, but the copper had all been burnt in a lash of speed. "Most of these rebels have had some Guard training."

He said, shifting the lad so that he could clearly look at Noel and Alistair.

"I won't tell you shit, Traitors!"​

The boy shouted, spitting in front of the two Initiates.

"I serve the true Vel Anir! The thing our ancestors fought for! The thing that you should be fighting for! Not those Republican dogs!"​

As he said the words the boy began to struggle against Demir's hold on him. He shifted his weight and tried to punch out, but before he could the Guardsmen headbutted him in the same of the face. With a loud crash the boy fell onto the ground.

"Manners." Demir insisted, then casually glanced up to the two Initiates.

 

[Noel]

Noel scoffed, loudly, at the claims the boy yelled out. A true Vel Anir? Did such a thing ever exist? Governments weren't much different from water. Ebbing and flowing at the drop of a hat.

Sure, Noel hadn't planned on a revolution occurring. And, sure, she wasn't really keen on all of the new changes. But Vel Anir was still Vel Anir and causing strife simply because your faction of choice lost sounded bizarre for a girl who'd never had a choice of allegiance in her entire life.

"C'mon," she said softly as she dropped to her knees and glanced at the young man. "All you have to do is give us some information. Help us flush out your comrades. The more difficult you make it the more Alistair is going to make you suffer."

She gestured towards the other initiate who had accompanied him as he gathered together his dagger and plyers and other interrogation enhancement tools. "You know back at the academy," she started as their captive's eyes widened, "oh, right, we're Dreadlords. Anyways, we call Alistair here the 'tongue collector' and I'll give you three guesses as to why."

"Magical freaks! I'm not sayin' shit!"
​

With that the now terrified prisoner spat at Noel. Spat at her.

In response she jabbed an elbow into his eye socket, eliciting a groan from the boy. "Fine! I tried reason! Alistair?" She nodded towards her fellow initiate, goading him to begin whatever sinister thing he had in mind.

 

[Alistair Krixus]

Alistair could only chuckle at Noel's antics. He had hoped that the man was a coward and that she would succeed, but end the end it meant more work for him.

Seeing as it was his turn, Alistair took out a knife and some pliers from the set. Then, he began to explain.

"I am a rune mage. Do you know how they teach rune magic at the Academy? They engrave all of these arcane spells onto your skin and then force your body to adapt to it. Then, once you get used to it, they add even more. One of the earliest spells they taught me was sense enhancers. Increased hearing and sight things like that. However, those spells have much more...broad uses. You can enhance any sense if you know how, like touch."

Without warning, he jammed his dagger into the man's arm and then began to engrave. He traced out the spell making sure to enhance touch. Using the man's own skin and blood as the materials to power the spell meant that this would be quite strong.

"If used properly, this would feel incredible for you."

Alistair placed his hand on the freshly made marks and the rune began to sizzle and glow. The boy would begin to experience an awakening of sensation. The wind in the caves would become noticeable on his skin. The smallest itch becomes unbearable. Every little sensory input was enhanced to its maximum capacity.

"If we had one of the whores from Vel Anir here, then I would say you might have the time of your life...Unfortunately, not the case."

Alistair quickly grabbed the boy's hand and using the pliers began to tear at the boy's fingernails.

Noel Demir

 

[Demir]

Screams echoed through the caverns, reverberating and resounding to the point it almost reached the soul.

Demir watched the Initiates bandy with the rebel, and for the first time the smile slipped away from his face. Lips thinned, and fingers scrunched ever so slightly into fists as Alistair tore the boys nails away. He took a sharp breath.

There was a tear as Alistair ripped the nail away entirely, the boy letting out a screeching sob.

Within the same instance Demir stepped forward, putting a firm hand on Alistair's shoulder. He pulled the boy back ever so slightly, dragging the Initiate away from his query. He showed no sign of his usual jovial nature, and only bent down in front of the rebel.

"Lad." Demir kept his voice even, straight. "Tell me where the others are."

A sob echoed through the cavern, the Rebel reaching up to hold his torn finger. "Don't make him take more."

Panic filled the rebels eyes, mixed with anguish, hurt, and complete terror. His first word was a babble, barely comprehensible. He stared up at his captors, drawing in a deep breath as he desperately tried to speak with any sense of tangibility.

"Th-the-they're in the warrens. The sewers deep in the cities, thought no one wou-would find them there. P-p-please don't hurt me."​

He took a sob, and then winced as though the very air caused him pain.

 

[Noel]

Noel didn’t bother looking down at the rebel as Alistair began to poke, prod, and bleed the kid. Instead she wiped the saliva he’d spewed off her clothes and kept watch of the various pathways around them. It wouldn’t do for them to get ambushed.

The screams and moans coming from the rebel didn’t phase her. She’d heard far worse, for far longer, back at the academy.

She didn’t enjoy torture but Noel knew it was sometimes required. She didn’t think Alistair took pleasure in it either but it was always hard to tell with other initiates. Once he had been taken aside by Demir he gave them the answer they were looking for.

”The warrens. Great! Let’s be on our way then.” She looked at the rebel up-and-down. Contemplating.

There wasn’t any point in harming him further. He’d given them what they wanted. But now came time for his execution or capture. They didn’t have the luxury of escorting him back out of the caves and they couldn’t very well leave him here lest they have a threat behind them.

Noel smirked and several strands of platinum floated in the air between them. ”Sit tight.” In an instant the metal crashed down and clamped over his limbs, pinning him to the cave floor.

They could come collect him when they were done dispatching his comrades. After all, the Guard may want to question one or two prisoners once all was said and done.

 

[Alistair Krixus]

Alistair watched the boy get yanked from his grasp rather suddenly, but showed no sign of anger or delight. It was more like a book had been yanked from his grasp while he was reading it. Leaving annoyance that his focus had been so suddenly interrupted.

If Demir was playing the good guard all of a sudden, then Alistair was confident to a kid would crack. He was their age, but he had not gone through the training they had. Sure enough, the kid screamed out the information while speaking with Demir...maybe he had overdone it a bit.

He pulled out his dagger to end the boy's life now that they had what they needed. Noel had other ideas, and Alistair just shrugged. Leaving him there was also reasonable, as long as he kept quiet.

Alistair made his way over to the blubbering boy and stashed his dagger away. The kid looked at him like he was the boogeyman, which he could not blame him for. The rebel attempted to pull away as Al reached out with his hand, but the metal held him in place.

Alistair's hand found the rune he had recently carved and the kid screamed in pain, but the rune also stopped glowing.

"I stopped the rune, so its effects will ware off soon...I wouldn't move too much. If you get a rock stuck someplace unpleasant while the spell still had some energy, then it would be a very unpleasant next few minutes."

Demir Noel

 

[Demir]

He took in a slow breath, fingers unfurling from fists as he turned away from the boy now caught in a web of metal.

For a moment his eyes lingered on Noel, considering something.

Then he motioned towards the two Initiates. "Come on, lets go see where the rats are hiding."

As they stepped away the boy was still whimpering behind them. His nerves flaring with pain, his eyes tinged with tears as he tried to pull himself together. A wracking sob echoed from his chest, but Demir ignored it as they made their way through the tunnels.

This time around he offered no quips or jests. No jokes or questions.

Instead he walked in silence, the darkness of the tunnels illuminated by the silver still burning away within his veins. He marked the corners as he had before, ensuring they would not get lost within the winding tunnels. Eventually their found a staircase, winding further and further into the darkness.

"Somethings not right." Demir said quietly, a frown pulling on his lips.

 

[Noel]

Alistair severed his rune which was likely the correct decision. The last thing they’d want is a detained rebel screaming in pain.

Their weirdo of a squadron leader stared at her for a few seconds. Maybe he’d hoped that Noel had simply ended the kid’s life? No matter.

Within a few seconds they were all moving further into the darkness. Towards the warrens. The raven-haired girl mentally prepared herself to face the stench of the sewers. She just hoped their prey hadn’t entombed themselves too deep. It would be nice to get in and get out swiftly.

”Not right?” To her it just looked like a spiral staircase down. ”Sure, that looks ominous but it’s not much of a surprise that the sewers would be, y’know, underground.”

What had Demir picked up on that she’d missed? Yes, it was dark here but otherwise it just looked like any dark cave she’d traipsed through in the past. ”Do you think that we-“

Before she could finish her sentence a loud horn began to sound. That couldn’t be a good thing.

 

[Alistair Krixus]

Alistair had to be quick to pack up the rest of his torturing tools and hurried off to catch up with the others. While the group continued on, he could not help but think about the last time he was underground like this.

The forgotten city beneath Vel Anir and the rebel Forsaken had made an interesting challenge. The rebels here would certainly not be as trained, but probably had more manpower, so this could still go bad if he was not careful.

Still, he wasn't sure what the captain was going on about. Something didn't feel right? Yeah, probably the fact that they were about to jump down into the muck and try to chase down a bunch of rebels, like rats. Those rebels almost certainly had traps and ambushes prepared for them.

Speak of the devils. The deep bass of a horn filled the cave up and he frowned in thought. That could be a signal for a lot of things, but he did not know exactly what. He looked down the stairs as he attempted to see anything at the end.

"Anything specific besides the rebels trying to practice their band instruments?"

Even with the joke said, Alistair, took out the curved tyrian sword that he had gained from Drast during their visit to one of the most eastern located cities in the world.

"Do you think they could flood this entire place?"

Demir Noel

 

[Demir]

”It’s possible.” Demir conceded, it was a sewer after all, but that wasn’t what had raised his hackles.

It was the sound beneath the horn, or rather what had come before it. He had expected to hear whispers, the sound of boots on stone, but instead he had heard…scratches. The scrape of claws against cobbles.

Footfalls heavier than any dog would have made. ”There’s more than just rebels down there.”

Demir said, his voice stern.

Fingers slowly slipped into one of his belt pouches, and the two Initiate’s would see the Guardsmen pull out a small handful of steel pellets. As he took the first step down he slipped one of them into his mouth, then another.

His free hand reached towards one of the blades on his back, pulling it free as he began to descend.

”Stay close to each other.” Demir told the Initiates as they descended, the scent of sewage beginning to fill the air. ”Don’t get caught out alone.”