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Street Side- The Narrows

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Megelis, Crow

Day 1, Afternoon

After the Knight Captain’s appearance they had loaded up quickly and the jaunt on board the troop transport had been largely uneventful. The narrows had rushed up to meet them as they drew near. There was a dramatic shift in the type of buildings and the level of urban decay. Built on the very edge of Angel’s landing in a segment of the city which had never been demolished and rebuilt, many of the buildings were at least a century old and crumbling with the march of ages. The age of the Narrows did nothing to ease the doubts tugging at the back of Megelis mind. This whole place felt like a death trap to him, the walls of the buildings were a mix of concrete and other less durable substances which hadn’t been employed in up to code building construction for the better part of a century. Officially constructed buildings now required a certain grade of materials which had not been employed until quite recently. Following the Stygian War it had been decided that with the advent of increasingly potent weaponry and the general access to building materials that were superior to those prior to the War meant the city could afford to rebuild better than ever before.

The Narrows however where what happened when the city never finished its plans. Above them in the night the city lights of Angel’s Landing rose bright and beautiful. It was his city, a gleam that had build on the blood, sweat, bones and dust of thousands of souls. With this in mind Megelis turned back to watching the street. Crow was down in the alley that the body had been found in and no doubt relatively quickly he would have the spirit they were after. It dawned on him that the real issue here was that they were in the open and had literally no cover. With the the new weapons they were packing it was a miracle that the Narrows had survived this long without becoming a no man's land war zone. It was probably because the gangs here had less potent weapons, but it was also Stygian territory. The Stygians had a steady supply of potent and top of the line weaponry as well as a seemingly limitless supply of weapons and equipment from that appeared to be Stygian War era. Some even as from the first war. Those were the items that had always scared the hell out of Megelis, artifacts. The sort of things that Shard stored in the basement of the Tower, under heavy lock and key. 

Tapping the side of the Mercury Autogun Megelis shifted his position on the roof letting the armor he was wearing do most of the work as he moved. It was strange being in the armor again. It was strange every time. It felt like a second skin but it also felt like a tomb. A resting place for all the ghosts, all the blood, everything from his past. Hefting the gun he brought the stock to his shoulder. It was a large two hundred round drum fed autogun which could cut down an entire field of enemies. It was meant to be mounted but he’d had the Artificers refit it for use with his armor in the field. The stock had built in absorbers and a new grip to make it easier for the armor to hold on to. Rolling his fingers along the grip again he triggered the scanners in his helmet. Still nothing. 

Pressing his fingers to the side of the helmet and triggered the audio channel. There were two. One was a full group broadcast, the second was Kirane alone. It was not that he had anything in particular against the others in the group or even that he was necessarily hiding anything. It was just better to be able to speak with his partner privately should the need arise. Or if he was bored and on edge.

“Got anything good for me?” It was mostly a mild distraction, for both of them. Crow was still working on his part of the mission, Megelis could feel the tug of the magic rubbing across his spine. It had was an irritating part of his own magic, the ability to feel sense and counter act magic. It was part of why he had run with the Korvan rangers for so long, it was a rather unique magic. The kind that the Council of the Blackened Throne prized for hunting Stygian mages...and...others..

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Crow crouched in the street, the skull sat on the ground beside him as he ran his fingers along the wet paving stones. The rain…

Once upon a time it would have been at the beck and call of the Lord of Storms himself. Crow had seen him run the clouds themselves across the sky over and over in a single day. This time it was all on its own, which made things difficult. This was going to be harder to pull the veil back, with the rain scouring many of the things magic and death left behind. Things he needed to make this easier. Now he would have to use different techniques to get the soul back. Ayala had been called away just before the mission, and now he would have to do it himself. Picking a piece of chalk from his belt Crow began to etch on the ground with it. Vulture fluttered from his perch on Crows shoulder to a perch on the top of the alley way.

“This is going to take some time. Apologies for the delay but I will need to the cross the veil...possibly call for a boatman or a Reaper. Be careful, I’m going to peel back the Veil.”

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