Curse Of Flesh

[*Iggwilv]

As he steps through the portal he recognises the device on the banner instantly. The sword symbol of The Harmonium. The two lookouts on guard wear red armour and the distinctive helm. They are also well used to the role of guardsmen, enough to have the benefit of a see invisiblity spell it would seem. They advance towards him.

'Halt, and drop your weapons."

[*Iggwilv]

The two Harmonium look at each other, and then at him. One of them laughs. Suddenly a highly publicised trial a time spent as the Harmonium's most wanted within Sigil suddenly comes back to haunt Mauric.

"Vic The Doomlord is lost."

The trooper called Vic blows a whistle. The other man continues talking.

"This is prime is called Aswall Doomlord Ashterot. Now we have some questions for you."

There are shouts in the distance presumably a response to the whistle. They'll be here soon.

[*Krayt]

He could not help but to laugh madly himself. Nearly staggering forward in the fit. Good one Silias laughs on me! He thought. How could the growers possibly use this Harmonium infested prime for a staging ground?Unless he was missing something.

"Commendable action gentlemen! To kill me here and now would be a great service to the harmonic song warbling on your string. A second bout it is."

He would cast a darkness spell then use flee the scene ((Either pnp version or by running with haste sctive.)) to escape from immediate sight. If there was a smaller street or alley he would attempt to slink into it.

[*Iggwilv]

((I always preferred the pnp one.

Inky blackness floods the area and Mauric soon finds himself in an alleyway between two shops. Around him he can hear running feet and shouting as they begin to search for him joined by the reinforcements they called for. He is safe from immediate danger though.

[*Krayt]

Donning his battle gear quickly. Not the easiest procedure with one hand but he had this well practiced in. Starting with his breastplate dragging it out his satchel deftly pulling it over his head and pulling the staps securing it. Then his visored helmet that was pushed inplace with a click. He drew his ancient rusted katana letting a unholy union of negative black flame and bright hellfire wreath around the blade. Pressing himself against a corner awaiting the first patrolmen to arrive in ull pursuit.

[*Iggwilv]

((If you are around today after 5pm GMT+1 we can do this in game if you prefer. If not we can also continue here.

[*Krayt]

((I'll be in just a tad after 6pm hope to catch you!))

[*Iggwilv]

After his trip to the prime and then consequently the Astral plane Mauric finds himself inside a big warehouse. It is filled with boxes, crates and about a dozen people. The woman who opened the door stares at them, then flings herself at the man Mauric is with.

"Lucien you're alive!"

"Only thanks to our friend here."

He gestures to Mauric.

"Please come in."

[*Krayt]

His pale face was blackened by soot and he reeked of smoke. Stroking the back of his hand against his brow he only smeared it out. No real mask nor thrustworthy concealment. Lowering his head and pressing his wrist he couched then he let his arm continue to his left shoulder pulling his singed mantle over his prothese. He had made the same mistake twice in a breif span of time and was now forced to repeat it. Cocking a weary smile at the pair as they entwined in embrace.

"Hardly my effort alone. Our combined skill enabled us to escape where one would have failed." He glanced around as if slightly lost before he took the steps bringing im inside.

[*Iggwilv]

As he enters Mauric would see crates and boxes, everything one would expect from a warehouse along with sleeping bags, bed rolls and the personal effects of those camped inside. Along the far wall is a chalk board with maps of planes pinned to it and notes scrawled upon them. He would catch the tail end of a conversation between Lucien and the woman who let them in.

"...The Harmonium have it now. There is nothing left for the Growers. All we can do now is make them pay."