If a city could speak, Bath would be an opera - the highest of sopranos to the North, the deepest bass to the South. But underneath that deep, treacle bass lies something else: the scream in the night, the knife in the hand, the noose from the rafters. The darkest side of the Opera, the part that is hidden beneath caked lead facepaint and straining corsets. The Deep Urban South, known by those who frequent the area as "The Gloom" - a part of the city which few see and even fewer speak of. Painted brothels and opium dens are out of place here - this is the world of the degraded soul. The humanity which strives here barely deserves the term. Human trafficking, corpse disposal, torture, sadism, acts of unspeakable cruelty and sickness within moss covered walls litter the streets. The deep south of both Malkavian and Nosferatu Territory, only those with the most dire of business come here.
by George Williamson » Thu May 26, 2016 2:53 pm
Having walked around the warrens for an hour George gave up on finding him down there. Looking back George remembered that Dorian had always hated the sewers so he probably left as soon as he was released.
"Dorian? You out here?"
George remembered that calling names in the night generally wasn't done much, unless it was after a whore. He waited a few minutes to see if Dorian had heard George's voice and would come find him...
If not, he'd have to start making up ingenious covers for who he was actually looking for.
OC: Alex Redford
"You are an emotional cesspool, Mr. Williamson."
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by Storyteller » Thu May 26, 2016 3:44 pm
((You don't find him here, either, although you do get hassled by several prostitutes and when not Obfuscated, experience a common mugging.))
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