IC: DH The Purity of Sacrifice

[Bennosuke]

Url nods his head in agreement, and slaps the back of his son's head to draw Zeik's attention away from the path the two gangers had just departed down. "Let's get going then. It won't be that much farther."

The guide leads the acolytes through winding corridors that twist and split and seem to double back on themselves. It gets colder and colder as they travel deeper, and you get the sense that the roads are sloped further downwards. The halls are filled with more refuse and sleeping vagabonds. An occasional small bone can be discovered among the garbage, often stripped of all flesh, yellowed and dirty. The corridors are near silent, except for the echoing foot falls of the acolytes, and the occasional incomprehensible moans of the homeless who make their beds in this labyrinth.

Finally, Url leads the group through a passageway that opens up into a much larger space. The ceiling here is tall enough to allow for several two and even three story makeshift habs; scrapped together with large sheets of metal and ferrocrete, and sheets of decomposing canvas. The buildings are lined up to make small street blocks, each one maybe four or five habs long. "This be Hex BF3," Url says matter of factly, "Almost there."

The streets are near empty, except for the occasional anxious looking underhiver, dressed in a filthy motley of rags and furs, their breath creating clouds of frost in the air. Url and Zeik lead the acolytes down several blocks till they get to a larger, more stable looking hab unit, made of solidly constructed ferrocrete and plastic, and reaching up to a second story. Url rests his shotgun on his shoulder as he makes his way up to the door and says, "This be home." He ushers the Acolytes inside.

The hab is dingy and poorly decorated with plastic furniture and a few cracked frames of Imperial Blessings. There is space for each acolyte to have their own bedroom; little more than a cot on the floor with a small closet to store belongings. Url invites the acolytes to make themselves at home, and asks if there is anything he can assist with. He eyes Xerros nervously, and tells him that each room does have a small power outlet, in case he needs to charge himself...or whatever.