MISSION The Evrensel Conflict: Act I, Chapter 1.2 -- Le fogne della civiltà

[Apothecary Bruce]

The warlock nodded to X, in acknowledgement. "I know what it's like."

When the scream pierced everyone's ears, Katunich spun his sword in his hand, checking its weight. Deciding the heft was still right, Katunich began to walk into the forwardmost tunnel. "I recommend we split up our group into the three tunnels," he started, "But I won't stop you from following me. Either way, I'm going to spring this trap. Best of luck to those who don't come with." As Katunich ran, the orb of light in the main room flew down from the center of the chamber, and followed the warlock before shooting past him, illuminating his destination.

 

[Wade Von Doom]

The main passage Katunich ran down would lead him to an even larger room, this one filled with cisterns. Moss and weeds grew out from the cracks of the walls and ground, while the statues that had been hidden away from the sun were slowly eroding away from all the running water from the ceiling. The biggest pool looked man-made, used by whoever lived down here previously, while the smaller ones were created by natural occurrences.

The other two passages would also lead to this room, but would also go around it and continue further on. The Warlock would be first to see the screamer. A young woman, dressed in faded red and light yellow gown, with dirt stains and torn holes along the edges of the skirt. She was breathing heavily, struggling to run in her attire and tripping over the uneven ground and rocks that littered it.

She was also looking over her shoulder, yet there was nothing following her. At least, that Katunich could see. Halfway across the room, she would miss a step as the ground suddenly moved down a step, and fall into one of the smaller cisterns; crashing her head against the jagged edge. She wasn't unconscious yet, but seemed close to it, as she was barely moving; a small, faint cloud of red water covering her head.

 

[Apothecary Bruce]

The main passage Katunich ran down would lead him to an even larger room, this one filled with cisterns. Moss and weeds grew out from the cracks of the walls and ground, while the statues that had been hidden away from the sun were slowly eroding away from all the running water from the ceiling. The biggest pool looked man-made, used by whoever lived down here previously, while the smaller ones were created by natural occurrences.

The other two passages would also lead to this room, but would also go around it and continue further on. The Warlock would be first to see the screamer. A young woman, dressed in faded red and light yellow gown, with dirt stains and torn holes along the edges of the skirt. She was breathing heavily, struggling to run in her attire and tripping over the uneven ground and rocks that littered it.

She was also looking over her shoulder, yet there was nothing following her. At least, that Katunich could see. Halfway across the room, she would miss a step as the ground suddenly moved down a step, and fall into one of the smaller cisterns; crashing her head against the jagged edge. She wasn't unconscious yet, but seemed close to it, as she was barely moving; a small, faint cloud of red water covering her head.

Katunich took in a breath, feeling the touch of the Void as he reached his hand forward towards the girl, not only in the obvious physical, but in the unseen second plane of reality, tugging at the space ahead as he drew his hand back. To any onlookers, this appeared to be a flash of purple-black light, trailed by wispy after-shadows of space-time. Katunich's boots came back down to the ground, and the warlock knelt beside the dying woman. Carefully he raised her head out of the water, before raising his free hand into the air.

More wispy energy massed around and through his clenched fist, focus being matched by gathered power. He threw his arm down in a swing, letting the Light form a circle around them underneath the water. Suddenly, the pool began to glow a brilliant white as the circle emanated power. Health returned to the woman from the rejuvenating spell, and the first thing she would see would be Katunich's visor. Which, of course, was a far more powerful sight than the somewhat taxed warlock - he was good with the Light, quite adept even, but he was nowhere near a candidate for Vanguard like the Hero of the Red War, or the other high-ranked servants of the Light. Three spells right after another had spent some of his mental strength, and while he had more to give if needed, he would have to slow down the cantrips if he intended to use the Light in an offensive manner.

"Greetings," he said, before wondering if dialect would be different. His running theory was that he was still in Earth's past. "Err, privyet? Namaste?" Katunich rattled his scholar's brain for more greetings. She wouldn't know any of the alien languages... "Witam? Salve?"