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located in The Skycity of Revelation, a part of Revelation: The Cure, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Skycity of Revelation

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Danterus watched quietly while Amon began using the scientist’s portable blow-torch like mechanism to weaken the drain, but his nose wrinkled in disgust at the sight of the blasting wand provided by the pesky little man. To him magic was a vile abomination of life no matter how it was used, and it had always been a force of habit to find some way around using the treacherous stuff. Although scientists had been making vast improvements in wand-technology there were still a few kinks that needed to be worked out every so often, as with any man-made item, and every now and again they more destructive wands were known to back-fire, albeit at about a one-in-one-thousand chance. The wands did make clearing the way that much easier for the trio he had to admit.

The young Smith waited patiently for both Amon and Giacomo to enter the sewer before clambering down himself, they both had more suitable forms of illumination than he could provide so who better to light the way for them. Not much could be said of the sewer at first, or at least Danterus mused, and it epitomized pretty much everything that he could have imagined in a sewer: filthy, odorous, wet, and pitch-black except for the scant light provided by his companions. It seemed like an eternity had passed before the assassin stopped to trace a seam in the wall with his hand, and when he extracted the blasting wand again while motioning both himself and Giacomo back Danterus did not hesitate to move away.

The wave of air that blasted forth from the newly opened catacomb was tepid and stale as if it had been sealed for some time, but it was also tinged with the smell of blood. Upon entering the room the blood-streaks splattered on the walls seemed to writhe and twist with the wands movements making the blood look as if it was still flowing. “Whoever they kept in here seemed to die a horrible death. Only animals would do something like this.” His words dripped with venom while his eyes moved heatedly over the streaks from where they were higher up the wall, like the person had been trying to claw their way out of the room, and finally down to where they were dragging on the ground in the last few moments of life.

Amon’s attention had been diverted away from the gruesome scene towards a small table in one corner, and Danterus was quick to follow him towards the table and parchment on top. It was dark in the room, and he did not like the idea of straying from the light at all. There was a bad mood about the dark, dank room. He studied the parchment along with Amon, but he could not decide between two ideas, and at best they seemed flawed.

“Gentlemen… take a look at this and tell me what you see.”

After waiting for a moment longer Danterus sighed heavily. “I cannot say for sure, but it looks as if a possible plan of attack to overwhelm first the Assassin’s Guild and other City Guard stations… That or it they have marked spots to sets powder and charges to burn the city to the ground…”