A secret path, hidden within Funderland's administrative building, can be opened. Revealing a narrow and steep stairwell, that will lead the Lost down, and down and down, to the Prohibition era tunnels that criss-crossed the subterranean map of the Freehold. The growing warmth from Spring fading the further into the earth they venture.
Industrious spiders have rebuild their homes, along the corners and the hanging wires of the strung up edison bulbs that flicker rhythmically after the Lost switched the power on.
Eventually the steep stairs come to an end, the passage abruptly shifts, taking a very sharp turn, running west-east. Rough hewn stone, dried mud, and grey brick run a curve overhead, cables run the length of it, tracking electricity to the glowing bulbs. On the ground is a rusted, unstable tack.
At the end of the corridor is the Hedge Gate, closed, at least, for now.
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Mask
A giant of a man (7ft 6'), broad as a barn (300lb) his muscles are not things curated for gym selfies but thick from use and abuse. The jug jaw can be said to be his most flattering feature, after the badly broken nose, limp locks of hair and sharp shattered teeth. He wears a long poorly made overcoat, suspenders keep trousers up over a ill fitting white work shirt. A battered fedora is his only accessory.
Hedgespun
Hedgespun
Fedora 0 Dot
Mask: a battered brown moth eaten fedora, the hat band looks like a band of sackcloth has been wound around it.
Mein: made of stitched red and brown leaves, 2 holes for his horn nubbins -- the scarecrows I pictured to be in place of the hat band, just a jumbled array of tiny standing and suspended sackcloth and straw people ringing the main body of the hat.
Mantle
Mantle (Autumn) ●●
The source less sorcerous candle flames spark into existence with grater frequency and in greater number casting the Ogre in the light and shadows of their illusory flames that flicker with increased tenacity and with greater range of motion.
Other merits of note:
Iron Stomach
Resources 4
Strong Back
Pledge Smith 3
Fighting style: Brute Force 3
Contacts/allies:
Criminals/3
Finance/3
City Hall/3
Unions/3
Public works/2
Mein
Standing an inch or so taller and broader than its already giant mask the blubbery ashen skin, splotched with chitinous scabs and bulbous fleshy worts look almost diseased. Wild and matted lichens and moss form a tangled mane of hair and beard. Thick trunk like, twisted, arms of exaggerated length, end in vast hands with dark chipped nails. The pillar like legs bow slightly. A barrel chest and obese gut only add to the immensity of the creature. A broad jaw houses a chaotic array of sharp and curving teeth resembling shards of stone that prevent complete mouth closure ensuring they are always on display. The flat squashed nose leads to the sickly yellow sclera of the vast bulbous eyes and pupils more akin to fragments of flint, in turn overshadowed by nubbin horns protruding from a wide forehead
Kray did a preparation harvest for glamour here adding 1 to his glamour pool bringing it up to 6/11
Fresh from his bus ride the ogre ducks deep to get into the tunnels and down the stars duffel bag of stuff in hand, more wary then previous ventures as now there might be camouflaged, aggressive ambush predators waking up and hungry down here. He also had to be mindful to avoid the snares, not that any where able to lift him heavy as he was. Just didn't want o ruin the hard work of setting them up.
Striding over the bridge with its squeaky occupants beneath the familiar unease settles in his gut and salvia forms in his mouth what else could a colony of rats down here be eating if not each other. Maybe that was the cannibals personal bias shading his assumptions but he couldn't think of anything else.
The coming to the central room, newly excavated tunnel heading off to the monster nest trapped up he begins to prepare. Removing his heavy longcoat a length of hefty chain is removed from the bag and wound round his torso a few times before the coat is put back on. The pockets checked for the goblin fruit and smaller weapons closest within tis pockets. A Thermos of coup nettle tea is removed next and consumed, chugging down the goblin fruit blend. Sam Crow had been a good ally to make.
Kray is adding drinking coup nettle tea to add 1 to his wp pool brining it to 3/4
Finally three heftier weapons a nasty but new looking fire axe, a sheathed machete and his trusty sledge hammer is brought out from the duffel with difficulty it had been a squeeze to get them in. The blade on one hip, the axe on the other and his hammer in one great hand resting on the corroding shoulder Armed and armoured the giant is ready for another venture into the hedge. Now just to see who shows up tipping the brim of his hat down to cast his bulbous sickly yellow eyes into shadow.
Saber Sloth There is an underland Hallow now and each hallow has an entrance/exit into the hedge, could we save on the glamour of opening the gate by using the hallow for hedge access?
Stats and Equipment
WP for this scene 3/4
Defence:2
Armour: 1/0
Speed: 12
Equipment:
Armour:
Long coat (Reinforced clothing) (armour 1/0)
Mask
Young woman with long dark hair and big, innocent looking brown doe eyes, right eye is actually pale blue. Tall, with long legs her build is very thin and delicate in appearance.
Mien
Her eye right is now an icy shade of blue surrounded by a gentle frost that extends down her right cheek and then extends into her hair. Her skin is that of fragile porcelain, and her joints are ball joints of a doll.
Mina
Manikin/Snowskin
Mantle 1
Light smell of lavender
Hedgespun
Necklace
Mask: Silver icicle lariat necklace
Mien: Icicle becomes a true and honest icicle of winter and wraps her skin in a protective coating of ice
Now this is what she’s talking about, patrolling the local Hedge! A chance to not only get to poke around the Hedge, but also get to show she’s useful and wants to do things to help out. A win win in her book.
She doesn’t have much in regards to prepare for such a trip, just her Hedgespun necklace, some sturdy boots and a leather jacket. Under which was a black tank top over which was a pair of jeans. One never dressed up for the Hedge, you never knew what you would come across. Her hair was up in a ballerina bun, and she had a messenger bag across her chest. It held some water bottles(4), trail mix divided into 4 ziploc bags, Band-Aids and gauze. It was the Hedge, it was dangerous, always good to have some bandages in hand. Her necklace provided her the ice should she need it.
Now, the directions to the Gate were a bit...weird. But, everything in her world was weird. So she carefully made her way down the path and followed the sharp curves. Couldn’t they have made an easier way to get to a Gate? One with less spiders, with more lights and well, a direct path?
Sighing, she continues onward, not afraid to get dirty and of a couple spiders.
Finally, she sees something, or someone. It was big, and she was pretty sure it was Kray. Which she was very thankful to see.
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Presence
Hidden Life
Distinctive Voice
Giant
Consumed Coup nettle tea
Harden mask
