Alleyway

Dark business that seems only suitable for the streets takes place here. Footsteps echo down narrow pathways that wind between dilapidated buildings.

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Aug (Ogre): "You took out an ogre... 'I' wasn't going to face him alone," He says amazed.

Matthew Wheeler (Morthwyl): Aug (Ogre): "You took out an ogre... 'I' wasn't going to face him alone," He says amazed.

Aug (Ogre): OOC: Throw your voice, fool your friends..Beetlejuice :)

Aug (Ogre): OOC: *CLoses this window taking his tattered dignity with it*

Julia Morton: Lucky. I was lucky. *The blade slips from her fingers, landing with a clatter*

Matthew Wheeler (Morthwyl): "Again, you liams could learn just a little pride from we of the Falcons. " He says "What you call luck is coveted by many heroes. The courage, at least was yours. Pick up your blade, clean it off, it's served you well."

Julia Morton: And Luke... *Another look in the direction the satyr went*

Julia Morton: *She nods, swallowing back the sour taste of bile before crouching to retrieve the befouled blade*

Matthew Wheeler (Morthwyl): "Luke fought too I know, and I respect that, but he clearly does not want to be here for the clean up, and I respect that too."

Julia Morton: *She uses the hem of her tunic to wipe off the worst of the mess - clean enough to re-sheath, at least*

Matthew Wheeler (Morthwyl): He gathers the homeless mortal, "Do you wish to relinquish the rest of this to me? YOu did the hard part."

Julia Morton: *She nods, deflating as the adrenaline drains away* I think I need to go home.

Matthew Wheeler (Morthwyl): "Is that painting yours?" He glances to the work she'd done almost a month ago

Julia Morton: *A glance at the remnants of the painting - a goat-legged demon and broad-winged angel, holding hands. Unfinished, faded, tagged over with quick scrawls of graffiti*

Julia Morton: ...It was. *She looks at the unconscious heap* This is where he caught me, the last time.

Matthew Wheeler (Morthwyl): "It, maybe tarnished... but it's still here. He's not..." A jerk to the meat cargo he's carrying. "What is it your House likes to say? Liam Endures." A nod of respect, "I see the truth of the motto." And off he goes with the aforementioned heap. "Well done, Baroness. Lucky or not, you are a force."

Julia Morton: Be careful, sir. *She pushes back her hair, and slowly turns to head for her apartment*

Matthew Wheeler (Morthwyl): A nod and he and his package are gone

Julia Morton: *Off to home. And a good shower*

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The Fallen Angel's Back Offices (0)
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The cemetery lies south of the city proper; just outside the Necropolis city limits. Looming above it on top of a steep rise of earth is the Old Seville Mansion. The manor house had a torrid history in Necropolis that included the death of several members of the Seville family. Necropolis is in an interesting position for any Wraith of any faction to find himself or herself in; Kindred are not the only dead to walk the Necropolitan night... a fact which the growing subset of Necropolis' supernatural communicty are most aware of...
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A slowly flickering streetlight illuminates this dark street. All roads though town lead to this main road. Shadowy figures dart in and out of alleyways, and only the brave or foolish remain here long.
Sewer System (0)
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