Capitulus Primoris: Edge of Darkness - Hab 7-17
Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 5:03 pm
Arrived in Coscarla District via the old rail system only a few minutes ago the Acolytes have choosen to split up during the Day Cycle. Xanithia and Solaria have remained behind in the open air market in the center of the distict while Jericus and Haxtus have started off toward Hab Block 7-17 where Saul Arbest, the dead man, once lived.
The brothers pass through the area of teh market. Occupying the area of the Square furthest away from the Enforcer Station, the ragged sprawl of stalls, pedlars, open-air cook shops and scavenger piles is now what passes for open commerce in southern Coscarla. At any time during the day cycle, fifty to a hundred hab-citizens, as well as reclaimators, dregs and a handful of cocky gang blades, will congregate here to do business. The goods on offer are such things as salvaged and ill-repaired household items, patched clothing, food rations supplemented with barely edible cooked vermin.
Slipping through the market the two are out passing between two massive burned out hab blocks. Debris litters the street, and passing down the road anyplace but in the center of it is a danger. The pair travels into another square, the lighting here seems better somewhat, and a few extra lamps flicker and buzz with power around a stand alone building that is marked on your name as the The Third Tantalus Workers' Union. The shuttered windows, the solid door closed and unwelcoming, does not invite outsiders into the building. The pair continues on past this toward the Hab Block where the Arbests were said to live. The road leading to the Hab-Stack is like the others, wide enough for a rover or other vehicle, but so far you haven't seen a single auto on any of the streets. The gutters are clogged with debris, including a few nests of Grump Rats and a bum here or there. After thirty minutes the pair reaches 7-17.
Hab-Stack 7-17 is a boxy, grey ten-story block decorated with arched window surrounds and stacked tiers of carved scarab blazons. The stack sits about twenty minutes walk along one of the main roadways from the square. It can be identified by what's left of the roadway signs that haven't been vandalised or burned. Despite a generally dishevelled appearance, it seems outwardly to be in as good an order as any in the area.
The brothers pass through the area of teh market. Occupying the area of the Square furthest away from the Enforcer Station, the ragged sprawl of stalls, pedlars, open-air cook shops and scavenger piles is now what passes for open commerce in southern Coscarla. At any time during the day cycle, fifty to a hundred hab-citizens, as well as reclaimators, dregs and a handful of cocky gang blades, will congregate here to do business. The goods on offer are such things as salvaged and ill-repaired household items, patched clothing, food rations supplemented with barely edible cooked vermin.
Slipping through the market the two are out passing between two massive burned out hab blocks. Debris litters the street, and passing down the road anyplace but in the center of it is a danger. The pair travels into another square, the lighting here seems better somewhat, and a few extra lamps flicker and buzz with power around a stand alone building that is marked on your name as the The Third Tantalus Workers' Union. The shuttered windows, the solid door closed and unwelcoming, does not invite outsiders into the building. The pair continues on past this toward the Hab Block where the Arbests were said to live. The road leading to the Hab-Stack is like the others, wide enough for a rover or other vehicle, but so far you haven't seen a single auto on any of the streets. The gutters are clogged with debris, including a few nests of Grump Rats and a bum here or there. After thirty minutes the pair reaches 7-17.
Hab-Stack 7-17 is a boxy, grey ten-story block decorated with arched window surrounds and stacked tiers of carved scarab blazons. The stack sits about twenty minutes walk along one of the main roadways from the square. It can be identified by what's left of the roadway signs that haven't been vandalised or burned. Despite a generally dishevelled appearance, it seems outwardly to be in as good an order as any in the area.