OOC
Ok looks liek we have more than enough to begin
If anyone would like more info or more maps please ask and i'll try to create it!
IC
Obray stood on his balcony of Frakture Fallz's own Slig barracks, cast his dim yellow eyes across the fen as the last of his latest raiding party returned. It had been a good raid, few losses but even fewer slaves were turning up now. The outskirts of the facility were once rich pickings for naive Natives but now they all worked within the damp stone and metal walls.
The sound of mechanical pants distracted him as a Slig made its way over to him.
“Boss, the other boss wants to see you.” He said pointing a trembling finger to the main facility.
It had been a few weeks since he'd last been summoned and it was always bad news. He had new recruits and transfurs to tend to aswell as over seeing the next watch change.
"He can wait for now, tel him I'm gunna be late" He said as he pushed passed the Slig towards the elevator down to the parade ground.
Silvester scratched his tall purple head with a long black claw as he gawped at his latest pile of paper work. His pay was one thing but the paper work was not for him. Maiming in the name of medicine was something he'd always enjoyed, but then again so did most of his species. He sighed and pushed it aside, his armor suit hanging opposite him along with a Grubb skeleton he'd kept as an ornament. His mind skipping back to when he had worked on the lowest rungs of Vykker society and his rising to power, his day dream broken by the violent rattling of his Fone as it rang. He sighed again and with two arms opened a chute next to his desk with ' Chroniclers' written above it, the small well sucking the paper away down to the Chroniclers offices bellow. His third arm picked up the Fone while his fourth supported his chin.
“What is it? I'm busy!” His eyes narrowing as he recognized the voice as that of Lord Gelock, once of the richest Glukkons on Oddworld, the head of Manifen Banks and Medical Centers.
“Sorry boss, you want me to come to the board room?” He listened to the deep grainy voice of the elderly Glukkon then nodded and put the phone back slowly as he slid the chute closed, his phone almost sucked down after his papers.
He walked for a few minutes along the long dirty corridors passing Interns pushing trollies until he came to the main staircase, bellow he could see all the way down to the waiting room. A Grubb unsuccessfuly trying to argue with a Greeter amused him then hsi attention turned up above to the nest of pipes that led to the five ginat chimneys on the roof.
Up at the highest point of Glukkon Tower stood Lord Gelock in his splendid white suit, bellow him he could see into the board room and the assembling directors, a menacing grin across his face. “Good,” His voice dripping with satisfaction as he turned back to his window and the view out over the fen and river. The Barracks and Mudokon sheds nestled amongst the various other outbuildings but it all seamed cramped now. His new plan would see to that. He walked over to his elevator, Gloktigi bodyguard and chant suppressor following close behind and shouted for it to descend dramatically to the center of the board room.
Blaise nervously approached the perimeter fence of the facility, vines and shrubs now entangled in it along with the bleached skeletons of what had once been penned in there. His eyes fixing on a large hole. Cautiously he walked through it and into the derelict holding pens and rotting wooden guard towers of the stockyard. A bullet riddled sign ahead of him saying 'Free Fire Zone' With a picture of a Mudokon being shot. He gulped and moved onward constantly checking for any threat and for a path into the facility.