Streets and Alleyways of The Steelscape

For the moment, Damtion wouldn’t find anything moving to attack him in these streets. The majority of those using them seemed quite aware of the danger and hurriedly walked through the alleyways and streets, clearly wanting to get to the main thoroughfares as quickly as possible.

Although in the nicer sections of The Steelscape the shops might have windows in them, around here none were to be found. Doors were bolted shut tightly and no windows, even small ones, were to be found. Damtion might notice several questionable looking creatures who appeared to be doing business, selling off various potions of some variety to those who went through the streets.

There were also a rather sizable amount of drug addicts, slumped against buildings and wearing blank expressions. Many had empty bottles laying beside them, eyes glazed over and oblivious to the danger that awaited them in this section of The Steelscape. Although most of the buildings were sealed shut, Damtion would still be able to find shops of various varieties if he looked for them, but he would first have to knock before being allowed into them.

It would take several hours for something of note to happen to Damtion, most of the people walking past the alleyway quickly paying him no mind. Eventually, however, a group of 3 orcs approached the alley entrance, stopping when they noticed him standing in it motionless.

“Oi! Who the hell are you and what are you doing in our section of town!? Are you some newcomer? Well, regardless, get lost and out of our way before we knock yer bloody head off!”

The orcs were rather intimidating in appearance, the leader of them about 8 feet tall while his two companions were somewhere around 7 feet tall. The leader of them wore black colored armor and wielded a longsword covered with various runes, his two companions wearing some old steel armor and wielding standard scimitars.

Although the orcs outnumbered Damtion and were larger than him, they were clearly slightly worried about attacking him. Something was off about the armored figure. Still, after a minute or so of muttering between themselves, one of the smaller orcs growled at Damtion as he unsheathed his scimitar, taking a horizontal swing at where his neck should be.

“Leave our area or die, traveler!”

There would be a sickening crunching sound as Damtion’s blade shattered the orcs neck, causing him to slump over in the alley, gurgling up blood as he fell to the ground. Clawing at Damtion’s legs on the way down in a useless show of resistance, the orcs behind their now dead companion looked on with a mixture of surprise and rage.

The other smaller orc lets out a blood-curdling scream, filled with rage, and launched himself at Damtion. He would use his scimitar to try and shove aside Damtion’s blade slightly as he moved to tackle the armored figure.

The third and largest orc let out a low growl, spitting on the ground as his second companion fell. The runes on this orcs longsword began to glow with a faint red light as he sized up Damtion. This orc wasn’t nearly so careless as his companions.

“You are strong, but those two were also weak traveler. Don’t think you’ll take me so easily!”

Swinging his large longsword around, the orc would bring it down on Damtion’s hand, spaced so that only the end of the sword would connect and leaving plenty of space in between them. If they strike did connect, sparks would fly from the blade as it hit the armor, apparently possessing magic to assist it in cutting through armor.

The orc would let out a course laugh at Damtion’s demands. He seemed to be considering it for a moment, an evil gleam in his eye.

“Hah, you think you can waltz right into our base of operations? Well, I’d like to see you try, so much so I’ll point you right to it!.”

With his empty hand, the orc points to an alley behind Damtion that looks rather unused, even for alleys in The Steelscape.

“If you go down to the end of that alley and take a right you’ll find our hangout at the end of the street. I bet you’ll regret going there once they turn you into a heap of metal. You’ll regret messing with the Twin Fangs!”

The orc would stand there, clearly not letting his guard down, waiting to see if Damtion left as he said he would.

Damtion would find he was greeted before reaching the entrance of the Twin Fangs hideout. About twenty feet away from the door of their base of operations, there would be the clicking of crossbows being fired, seven crossbow bolts flying out of the shadows from various directions. All were aimed at where his chest should be if he had one.

Three came from the front, two from behind him, and two from a rather small alley on his right.

Despite his great strength, Damtion would find the door surprisingly durable. As was common in The Steelscape, both the door and the frame was made of metal. The surrounding wall was made of a thick stone of some kind, cemented together rather firmly. His strike would leave a sizable dent on the door and shake it slightly, a rather impressive feat considering the thickness and size of the door.

Behind him, his attackers began to panic slightly, clearly worried that their crossbows hadn’t even drawn the creatures attention. An orc is black robes would now approach from behind, standing a good fifty feet away. He held an old looking staff of wood, a single ruby sitting on the top of it. Screaming loudly at the other orcs, he ordered them to charge the creature, uncaring that the crossbows hadn’t had an effect.

Clearly fearing the black robed orc, the other orcs set their crossbows aside and charged Damtion, letting out blood-curdling shrieks as they ran at him. They wielded a number of maces while two had long swords. As one approached him from behind, they pulled a bottle from their belt, hurling it at Damtions helmet. Wherever the vial shattered, an acid of sorts would be released and immediately begin corroding whatever it touched. The black robed orc in the back appeared to be preparing a spell while his cohorts charged at Damtion.