Tír Na NÓg

[*Mander]

"Ah, found some leads as well?" The two Dustmen hear from down the alley. Mashano peers at the scene, trying not to get any muddy water on his robe's hem as he moves closer. The mummy lumbers behind, a good bit dirtier for it's trek through the hive.

[*Krayt]

((Xar))

His eyes was fixed on the cuped hand obscuring his prize. "I wish I didn't."
He looks up making eye contact. "A damn troublemaker that ain't welcome around here. What of it?"

Two younger men in their twenties came hurrying down the stair. Wearing white leather armours soiled and greyend but still bearing a residuum of bright White beneath the stains. Armed with sticks they glode down on the railing while the Wood creaked at their weight.

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((Emila and Mashano))

A cascade of water fell from him as he was pulled up then sat down. He nearly collapsed prone again but he broke the fall with his hands infront of him staning on all four. He spoke in between his deep breaths still panting. " 'e is hidin' at tha' freakin' hill down th' sewer canal."

He made a anguished expression then rolled on hisleft side holding his leg as the pain hit him after having been sedated by a surge of adrenaline under the more pressing danger of being drowned. "It's half a league awa'"

The namer stands perfectly still watching obviously distressed while trying to supress it.

"My name is Johrainah Fe-fe" She couldn't stop herself from stuttering while she heard Mashano approaching behind them in the utter darkness. She slowly turned around stiffly as if hampered by cold.

[*Selebius]

"He caused some trouble of course. I need to find him."

She pushes the jink towards the man then removes her hand from the coins, reaches into her purse to retrieve another five merts- an unspoken promise of bigger reward.

"Do you know where he is?"

A quick glance at the running youths and her other arm comes up in reflex, fingers crooked, a thin layer of rime forming on the leather of her glove and lower arm and the floorboards and the ground outside shake a bit- just subtly, as if something moved below it.
With a small snarl she curls her hand into a fist and the magic dies away again, the mercykiller telling herself once again that she is not here to fight.

"Do you know where he is?!"

She repeats with stronger voice, putting the coins that now are stuck together by a thin layer of ice down in front of the man, like she did with the merts before.

[*Midnight]

Emila smiles back at the girl. It is a strange expression on her face an odd maternal caring smile. Something perhaps more terrifying than the torment she just inflicted on her victim.

"Welcome along Johrainah. I think you may learn a lot today."


She turns to Mashano her eyes pierce the darkness.

"I see your search has led you to the same place as mine. I have a lead this gentleman has agreed to show us the way."

She pushes the stricken man forward.


"Come along if you are going with us."

[*Mander]

"I'd be delighted to." The red wizard follows along behind them, then sighs in consternation as the mummy clumsily kicks up some filthy water on the back of his robe.

[*Selebius]

Her eyes narrow a bit as she watches the scene, a bit flabbergasted at this crude, unrefined way to give a good scrubbing.

She almost was tempted to give some advice but then she remembers her mission and moves on.

Arriving at the pier she looks over the canal at that hill curiously- part of her admiering the creativity of the local poplulation. Filth and dirt and vermin does not bother her- growing up in the lowest levels of the prison means survining in conditions not unlike those found here and rat is tasty if you are hungry enough.

Pulling the straps that hold her mask tighter she crouches down, looking aeound if she finds a skiff or boat- and perhaps some berk knowing how to use it.

[*Krayt]

((Xar))

The men ran up the stair behind her and vanished out on the boardwalk.

Behind the counter the thin air man glanced at them as they ran past them with a unconcerned expression seeminly having a good understanding of the situation like it was a every day occurance.

"No need for that" He said looking to her rime encased glove. " I'll gladly see that troublemaker deadbooked." He put the newspaper over the coins and scraped them to his end ouf the counter.

"You know that canal half a league from here if you walk towards the Clerc's Ward? They have built themself a pile of rubble to hide in. Yeah barmy folks I know."

He put his finger on the hoarfrosted and coin drew a line in counter with water his bodyheat had drawn from it. "This be the canal" He moved his finger to Another spot. "We are here. and this is where you find them." He placed his finger near the line. It was quite a easy trail to follow if what he had shown her was true.

"Be careful though. He may look like a sodden wreck of a man but he is dangerous"

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The namer nodded in agreement albeit visually frightend still. "It's a long road to true death. I am ha- grateful for the guidance."

He stood up only barely, slumping over his wounded leg still holding it. But eventually limped ahead into the tunnel they came from.

They are led through many dark alleys and narrow streets. The man makes several stops along the way and Emila has to goad him forward many times Before they felt a heavy damp air accompanied by a foul throughout rotten stench.
The man in the black leather stopped pointing "down there"

The light began to intensify but was still dim when they reached the canal. Between the houses in front of them they could spot a superficially made hillock veiled in a sickly greenish mist with broken blocks of concrete serving as flagstones around it's base. There was no visible door or hole one could enter through at least not what they could see from this angle.

[*Midnight]

Emila would motivate their guide by kicking him in the wounded limb, probably not the best way to speed him up she would one day consider in retrospect. She would talk to Johrainah in a contrastingly understanding tone.

"That is alright you can say happy. True death is not something that is to be rushed. We encourage people to experience each stage of death before advancing to the next. If you rush you'll end up as one of the barmies in The Gatehouse. You have time, all the time that you need. Excuse me."

She advances forward and clips the wounded man around the ear as one would an errant child, her tone hardening again.

"And how exactly are we to get in there?"

[*Selebius]

The Mercykiller memorizes the directions given carefully then looks at the man, memorizing his face as well. She knows there is no guarantee that he would not try to betray her but she is sure she will find him again.

No threats are spoken however only a short "Thank you" and she reaches out with her mind, visualizing the entrance above, the courtyard and her fingers move in the still cold glove, eldritch energies pulling her towards the place in a quick teleportation.

She already gets her bearings and inspects the surroundings as the image left behind bows politely to the man before fading away.

Quickly she tries to make her way to the canal, careful as always when in the Hive.

[*Krayt]

((Emila and Mashano))

The namer dared smile for the first time relived a that. " I'm glad to hear that, it seem to take a lot to adjust to this.. not just time."

He made a wry grimace baring the teeth and closing his eye on the opposite side of his head. "Hells know. Them are odd sods. I'll tell ye that Caillfessa ain't a slim fellow. there's some finger waggling tricks. Go down an' ask em perhaps they'll let you inn." Little did he realize that was just as smart as volunteering for the task.

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When she exit to the couryard she noticed the men in White clubber at Another rough looking man that curled up with his hands covering his head wile they pound him with their clubs.

Finding the hill was not hard for her with the directions given and her supernatural vison. She arrives on a small wooden pier used for small river boats to dock at. in the distance she spots the hill she is looking for. It clearly stands out from the other smaller heights of waste by the canal's edge.