Blut and Krimson both began their exit from the library that they saw as a glass prison, easy to see in and out of, escape so close, but just too far away. This theory was proven correct as they exited their conjoined rooms. Oltrox was already awake at 5:30 in the bloody morning. This didn’t bode well for their attempt at a stealthy escape. Oltrox noticed them almost instantly
“Blut, Leo. I didn’t think anyone would be up this early!”
Krimson seemed ever so slightly pissed by this predicament they had been placed in, but Blut shook his head and walked over to where Oltrox was; they had both put on the necessary equipment that they would wear into battle, Blut even had his musket and revolver ready to go. Oltrox was certainly confused by this, and spoke soon after,
“Where do you both think you’re going?”
Blut was close to speaking, but Krimson decided to bite the bullet and attempt to win over Oltrox through his charmful motif,
“Well sir we had some plans in the city today, and we were wanting to head out kind of early to prepare.”
Oltrox once again looked them up and down, but did give them permission to leave.
Both of them had decided that it would be in their best interest to go through the entrance at the end of the hallway, as it had a higher probability of getting them to where they needed to go, the city's lower regions. The door opened to reveal the inside of a cave, as well as the otyugh sleeping within,
“A damn otyugh ay? Alright Blut, I'll let you do the honors.”
Blut shook his head and looked around,
“It would put far too much suspicion on us, Krimson. Leave it be.”
They walked around the otyugh and successfully kept from waking it, arriving rather quickly in the sewers. Both gave a sly smile upon realizing their location and began walking towards the lower city. The smell seemed to not affect them, and only further bolstered their drive to be there and do what they were doing.
“Blut are you sure that doing this in the city is the best idea?”
Blut seemed to ponder the question for a minute, before giving a more emboldened response,
“Yes Krimson, this city is filled with those that are undeserving of life, and perfect sacrifices of Bhall”
Blut smiled and placed a hand on Krimsons shoulder
“Don’t worry we’re doing the people of the city a service.”
This answer seemed satisfactory to Krimson, as he was filled with a new sense of vigor. They reached a manhole cover and climbed it, upon exiting the sewer this specific exit appeared to lead into an alleyway.
This hidden little way was filled with three humans, each had strange cloth clothing on, with a black teardrop on it. They immediately saw Krimson and Blut, and made their way over,
“Oh look what the cat dragged in.”
The three of them drew daggers and pointed them at Krimson who was at the front,
“Listen hear mate, you better hand over all your shit!”
Krimson seemed rather unphased and swung his sword causing a clean slice through one of the thug's stomachs. His entrails began to spill out and he fell to the ground vomiting blood. The remaining two gang members stepped forward,
“Bastard, I'll tear you apart!”
One of the thugs jumped at Krimson, stabbing him directly in the stomach. Krimson began to laugh, as a strange red and green energy started to cause him to glow.
“I hold the power of siphoning, stab at me all you want!”
Krimson once again gave a slice of his sword and the man's head came clean off. The remaining thug jumped at him, but was interrupted by what sounded like a gunshot; looking over at Blut, he had just withdrawn the Big Iron from its holster and pumped two shots of lead into the man.
Krimson picked up two of the bodies, while Blut picked up one. They both climbed into the sewer and tossed the corpses on the ground. Krimson begins to siphon some of the life force out of them, which appears to heal his previous wounds. Blut however begins letting the blood out of the corpses and draining it into different glass bottles. Blut then began to draw a large eye on the ground out of the blood of the people they had just slain and dragged what was left of their bodies into the center of the circle. They both began to recite a chant in unison,
“Oh by the grace of our lord and our savior the God of blood and slaughter Bhaal, may your return be swift.”
As the incantation finished the corpses appeared to disintegrate instantaneously, and the two once again made their way to the surface.
Walking throughout the lowest prefecture of the capital city revealed a horrid truth; a majority of the citizens in this region were of the lower races, minotaurs, lionins, changelings, and even Dragonborn. Blut sneered at seeing a group of Dragonborn children running around,
“Horrible, why is my race treated so horribly in this damned city?”
Emotion was finally being shown to Krimson.
“Don’t worry my friend, I promise that we can change things. What about a bite to eat for now?”
Blut took a moment to breathe and then followed Krimson into a bar.
The bar was covered in a lot of adventuring gear and had a group of kobolds running around waiting tables. The one that looked to own the bar was a female kalashtar, a race of people that required no sleep, and were directly connected to god-like spirits. She was at the bar and cleaning out a few of the wooden mugs. Krimson and Blut sat at the bar,
“Heya folks, what can I get for you?”
Krimson looked up and returned to his facade,
“Hello ma'am, just get me a beer.”
Blut looked over at Krimson and said,
“Anything that you’d recommend?”
She pondered for a moment and looked,
“Well I would usually recommend basilisk tear ale. That isn’t for everyone though.”
Blut chuckled and then ordered just that. As well as a side of chicken gizzards. It quickly came out and they began to eat and drink, both of them laughed as they talked, but relations soon turned towards the bartender. Blut was the first to ask,
“You seem normal, why do you have a bar down in these parts of the city?”
The bartender gave a laugh of genuine joy before responding to his question, she motioned towards the kobolds,
“Well for starters these little guys are like family to me, so I want to stick with them down here. Plus I know how it feels to be disliked simply because of a small uncontrollable aspect of my life.”
She once again motioned towards the large number of changelings that were in the bar. Blut began to think about it, now that he took another look around he was able to notice that almost everyone in the bar was of what was considered a “lesser race” by everyone else. They turned back around to enjoy their food, this however didn’t last for long since a loud bang from behind showed that the door had been kicked in by a group of what looked to be the same gang that the two had dealt with earlier.
There were six of them, two had hand crossbows, two wielded swords, and the last two showed one wielding a poorly put-together pepperbox gun, mainly out of wood and some metal, and a great ax. The leader, who appeared to be the one wielding the pepperbox gun, spoke harshly,
“You know the deal, time for payment.”
The man whistled and two of the women holding longswords walked forward. Krimson looked up with concern in his eyes,
“Don’t worry guys, they make me pay them since I allow changelings to dine here.”
She began to reach under the desk for presumably a coin pouch, but Blut stopped her. Krimson looked over and gave a nod; he stepped out of his chair first and unsheathed his greatsword, and walked towards the group before stopping. The leader laughed,
“Oh look at the funny man, thinking he can stop us.”
Blut stood up and pointed his big iron at the leader, he let out another maniacal laugh,
“Well damn we have ourselves an old-fashioned standoff!”
He responded by pointing the gun at him. Krimson once again nodded and swung his greatsword, the two women thugs at the front attempted to block the swing but their defense was no match for the pure force that he had put into the swing. The blade ripped through their defenses, causing giant gashes across both of their collarbones. The one with the greataxe walked over and reeled up a swing before letting rip, Krimson attempted to block it but didn’t have the strength to. It cleaved directly into his chest causing him to take a knee to the ground; the bartender shouted in fear, as did other patrons. Krimson began laughing yet again and stood up before stabbing his greatsword directly through the armored man. He was shocked,
“What the hell just happened?”
He thought to himself. Krimson laughed as the sword began to glow and some sort of red and green energy flowed from the man into Krimson, whose wound was rapidly healing. “You’re nothing, Bhaal will appreciate another sacrifice!”
Krimson lifted the man up and threw him through a nearby table, before popping his shoulders. After this display, the group of vagrants was down to just three, and Krimson and Blut weren’t any worse for wear. Krimson took another step forward causing this gang leader to get nervous, he turned his pepperbox gun at Krimson. His hands were visibly shaking,
“Not another step you monster!”
Krimson spoke in a low tone of voice,
“A monster? I’m an elf, just like some of your men…”
Two of the remaining men stepped forward to get in between their boss and this newfound threat;
“Not another step you beast!”
One of the men spoke. Blut turned his revolver, unloading one bullet into one of them and two into another, taking both out. The gang member began to sweat and held his gun in the air,
“What about this? What if you and I had an honorable duel right outside of this building?” Krimson turned to look at Blut who nodded.
“Are you sure about this?”
Krimson asked. Blut once again gave a firm nod.
The gang leader, Blut, Krimson, and the bar's owner all exited and were standing out in the street. The bar’s owner would be the orator for the event, and each would use a single shot from their gun. They took their ten paces from one another and they both turned around; Blut shot first, and his bullet whizzed past the man's head. He responded with a shot, which also appeared to miss Blut. He let out a sigh, and held his hands up,
“Well then, looks like we’ll need a redo-”
Bang. A shot rang out, the man had just earned a bullet hole directly through the center of his chest, he fell to the ground and began to wheeze. Looking at Blut it revealed he had pulled up his pocketed Lever action rifle and shot it. While wheezing the man coughed out, “Wha- the hell?”
Blut made his way over to the man, a look of disgust plastered clean across his face.
“I don’t play fairly with you damn mongrels!”
He then cocked his lever action rifle again and shot the man clean in the head.
Krimson walked over with a slow clap,
“Well I certainly wasn’t expecting that. Did you miss on purpose?”
Blut let out a chuckle and gave a head nod,
“I wanted him to think that he would walk out of here alive.”
Krimson gave a cheery smile and walked back over to the door,
“Well we’ll need to clean up the mess, prepare another sacrifice would you?”
Blut began to do just that. They moved the bodies into the circle that they had drawn in the road's center, repeated the incantation, and then walked back into the bar. When they entered the patrons erupted into a cheer, and shouts came from all sides. It looked like these two had made a rather large impact on these people’s day. A seemingly old dwarf woman walked up and shook Bluts’ hand,
“In all my years I don’t think I’ve ever seen people stand up for someone like that.”
Blut gave a calm smile and stood up, walking over to the bar.
The Kalashtar was waiting for him, she had a giant shit-eating grin on her face,
“So, you’re the big hero now eh?”
Blut chuckled, as Krimson made his way through the crowd of people attempting to swamp him. The Bartender attempted to speak once more, but she was interrupted by a loud explosion coming from outside,
“Well you better get to that, heroes.”
Blut gave another smile as she said this, he picked up the ale that he had yet to finish and downed the rest of it with relative ease,
“That’s a good drink, I’ll definitely be back for more!”
He turned to leave but staggered, he turned around and pulled out a small poorly fashioned flintlock but far less effective than the real thing, it was more similar to a musket than anything. He handed it to the Kalashtar barmaid with a smile on his face,
“This is an old firearm of mine, keep yourself and this tavern safe.”
They both smiled at one another as Blut and Krimson both ran out the door as he said this, the entire bar cheering them on as they ran.
Dust was being swept up from the street, looking up towards the sky Blut and Krimson saw what was causing the commotion; it looked as if there were a group of gloomstalkers that had been taken by those thugs that had been harassing people, furthermore, they were attacking someone on a wyvern. Blut was being mindful of the situation and analyzing every possible avenue that they could take, that’s when Krimson gave a tap on the shoulder. He pointed towards what sounded like a group yelling at something Blut caught on quickly, nodding his head. They quietly made their way towards the source of the sound, Blut reloading his big iron along the way; the source looked to be three of those damned criminals attempting to muzzle one of the gloomstalkers. Thinking quickly Blut readied his revolver and shot each of them once, being swift but careful, in an attempt to not hit the gloomstalker they had taken captive. Krimson laughed and ran to the group, hastily preparing the bodies for their ex-communication from this plane.
Following this sacrifice, they both mounted the gloomstalker with Krimson doing the steering and Blut being posted up on the back, with his lever action rifle at the ready. They took off rather unsteadily, this thing was still frightened from the previous events, “Don’t worry girl. We’re just in need of some help.”
This seemed to work, calming the beast down. They flew in quick succession towards the ongoing dogfight that was happening; Blut was taking potshots at the other mounted gloomstalkers, but each one missed its mark. Eventually, the bat-like beasts were able to take the man on the wyvern out of the air, crash landing in the more rich region of the capital. Blut directed Krimson to a nearby building,
“We need to jump off there, then I can get clear shots on those guys when they land!”
Blut barked commands at his friend. Krimson listened and flew to a nearby building, with both jumping off the bats back as it flew by. As they got their eyes on the vagrants that had knocked the wyvern down they quickly took notice of who was down there. Blut looked over at Krimson,
“I’m not going mad, am I? That’s Frey and the rest of the group right?”
Krimson took a moment to scan the situation before giving a response,
“Yeah that looks like them, what the hell are they doing here?”
Blut shook his head, and took aim at one of the figures, shooting him dead.
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