A maze of sewers, traps, blind labyrinths, darkness, and dangerous beings protects a secret path from the sewer entry in the alleyway behind the Duck and Dagger to the entrance of the A massive stone city lays beneath the sewer system. Designed to look like a wheel, each of the four pie shaped districts points to the hub, where things are indeed centered. Carved above each gate is the phrase, "Abundans Cautela Non Nocet," (abundant caution does no harm) which is the motto of the city. The lighting of the cavern is provided by large, blue, bioluminescent mushrooms.
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by: Cedric McGarret
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"It was the inciting factor,"

Ced shot back at Teague, then added some exposition for Klaus.

"The plague set off a new set of goblin wars. And the centaurs got involved with that one, if I remember correctly. Goblins and humans have always been at odds with each other, but the intentional release of a plague ticked off the gobbies and centaurs because it affected them too, so with muggles attacking from one side, gobbies and centaurs on the other, it was easier to focus on one front and disappear from the other. "

By this time, Teague had taken note of the war forge and was getting a little too curious for some of the goblins working on their armors. They were glaring at the man, brows furrowed heavily, as they hefted their hammers and rasps with malicious intent.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
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Well, this history lesson had gone much too far at this point. He'd learned much more about the background behind the secrecy thing wizards had than he had wanted. He'd always done well in history during school, but that had been primarily because memorization had been his forte. It had been a necessary evil to pass so he could commence through to graduating. It was interesting how two people could have such a different view on facts, yet it wasn't altogether surprising. After all, people frequently debated government-related documents, laws, and had revisionist history in his world. Why wouldn't wizards be the same? Honestly, if Cedric hadn't included him in the added exposition, Klaus would have been planning his escape right now. There were far more interesting things to do and see here, he felt.

Klaus offered Cedric a terse smile, his eyes widening slightly with the look before returning to normal as he began to look around. Unlike Teague, he hadn't entirely pieced together what was going on here. From what he'd gathered, goblins had an extensive history of being a war-based culture, so it made sense they would invest in their war production. For all he knew, this was the normal amount of work they put into their armor and weaponry. Still, he couldn't help but notice the...tension in the air that seemed directed at Teague. The goblins seemed completely unhappy with Teague's poking about. Perhaps there was more Klaus ought to be paying attention to.
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by: Teague MacTail
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The tracker completely missed Cedric's rebuttal. He'd slowed his pace enough to fall behind the pair in hopes of getting a better angle on the runes the goblins were putting on the armors. If he could linger long enough he was certain he'd be able to mostly commit the runes and sigils to memory, or at the very least remember a fuzzy version. That would be close enough and better than nothing. The magic involved was also something to take note of as it was like nothing he'd ever felt or seen before... and while he'd never seen goblin armor in action or fought the ugly mongrels he had no doubt that if this stuff got topside the Death Eaters would probably be in a world of hurt, never mind the general population.

While Teague was well and truly focused on the armor he still kept fairly decent tabs on his surroundings and didn't miss the fact that he'd seemed to draw the ire of a few of the crafters. Apparently they didn't like him nosing about. The tracker made a mental note to come back if he had the opportunity to slip his keepers again...or hell, just slip Cedric. All that would take was a slight distraction... and was it ever temping to take control of that one ugly brutes hammer and knock him out cold with it. That would certainly liven the place up a bit and he didn't even need a wand to cast the spell that would accomplish that bit of trouble making. He'd perfected that back in his school days. Nothing like chasing girls around with floating objects that would freak em out. The thought brought a tight lipped smirk to Teague's face as he focused on the lead goblins hammer. Worth a shot at any rate and hell if it worked, might even give him a shot at a better look at the armor.
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by: Cedric McGarret
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Ced noticed that the two were more interested in the great forge than in his history lesson. Fine then.

"Aye, cultural and political center for the goblins...anything worth talking about should be done so with iron in the fire and hammer in hand. I can see you're trying to get a smart idea, Teague. Better reconsider. Even getting here by yourself will be a lethal adventure."

The goblins guarded their forges zealously. When ever a clan split, they'd dismantle the forge and split the stones between the two groups and use that as the basis for the new forges. If a goblin moved clans because of a marriage, they'd take an ember from their home forge and add it to the new forge. It was more than a political structure...it was their soul as a people. They'd not let these two come by without escort.

Ced kept leading the two out of the goblin neighborhood. The houses transformed subtly as they left goblin-town, taking on taller, narrower aspects. These were made out of wood and looked old. They were twins of the town homes on the surface from the outside. People lived in these...but not any people. The houses just outside the large gates coming up were families of werewolves. On the other side of the imposing iron wall and gates was where the werewolves called home. The housing and shops were similar to the ones on the outside of the district, but there were the odd gnawed fences or deep claw marks in the wood. It was apparent that the wolves ran free here when the moon was full. With the large gates that could shut them in, there wasn't much need to restrain the beasts. A fountain stood in a neighborhood square. A black marble wolf with citrine eyes watched the gate with a stoic air. Ced relaxed as soon as they entered the district.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
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Klaus followed Cedric once he was sure Teague was going to do the same. He didn't miss the claw marks or the statue as they entered the new district. Wolves. While Cedric may have become more relaxed, Klaus became more tensed. They had wolves here. Yeah, there was that gate, but you couldn't tell him no rogue wolf had purposefully hid out before the full moon before. Wolves wanted to hunt, needed to hunt. They would be agitated if they didn't, a basic need left unfulfilled. He sighed, shaking his head and crossing his arms. It wasn't a full moon. They weren't going to be attacked by an army of werewolves. Didn't mean he had to be happy about this discovery.

He shouldn't be surprised about this, though. In fact, he wasn't. They had Cedric down here, after all. He was a Garou or whatever. Not a regular werewolf. But still, they would house wolves, wouldn't they. "Welcome to the Island of Misfit Toys," Klaus muttered under his breath. Neither of the other two would get the reference, he figured, but the inferred meaning was clear. He wasn't happy about it.
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by: Teague MacTail
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The tracker let out a small huff of disappointment when his spell had no effect and then again when Cedric chided him on being up to something. Well that sucked. Now he really was stuck going back to wolf land for a drink... not that he'd overly mind the drink part, the company on the other hand, left much to be desired. Ah well, things could be a hell of a lot worse he supposed, besides there were bound to be other chances and opportunities for causing mayhem.

With that though in mind, Teague slip his hands into his jeans pockets and set an easy grin on his face before following the wolf and the muggle back into the very place he'd been trying to avoid all day. The tracker did note Klaus' unease as they entered the werewolf district. Interesting bit that was...not that Teague could blame the younger man. No sane person would trust a werewolf, tamed or otherwise. What he didn't understand was what the man said... "Misfit Toys?" It wasn't a saying the tracker had ever heard before and wondered if it was one of those movie things Klaus had talked about earlier. Well perhaps the man would elaborate as the trio walked on.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
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Klaus shrugged. "A Christmas thing. Rudolph and the Island of Misfit Toys? Where all those who were different than they should be were sent." Yeah, he doubted these two would know who Rudolph was. Hell, did wizards even celebrate Christmas? Or was it whatchamacallit? Yule? Granted, maybe a wizard was the inspiration for Santa? If they did celebrate Christmas, how did it differ? Because, c'mon, it had to differ somehow, didn't it? He supposed that didn't matter. And he somehow doubted Cedric would like the explanation.

In reality, the Christmas animated movie was supposed to be a feel-good fuzzy feelings thing, but hey, he could use the term how he wanted to. He didn't like being in the midst of wolves knowingly. Especially if they knew what he was. It gave them a scent to memorize, a scent to catch on the wind and avoid at the time of the moon. Not that these ones were likely to end up on the streets of London, but it was the principal of things. A description they could give to those topside, etc., etc. Nope.
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by: Cedric McGarret
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The wolf rolled his eyes at the comparison that Klaus made. Misfits? Maybe. Outcasts, definitely. Werewolves were, at best, politely ignored. At worst, they were hunted down like animals. Considering that Klaus prided himself on being a werewolf hunter, getting sympathy from him would be like getting blood from a turnip.

"Better that they've got someplace safe where they can belong, mate. Someplace where they can get work, support their families, have decent lives. Outside of the City, they're scum. Here, they can be people again."

"CED!"

A little black girl, eight or so, rocketed out of a shop and shoved past Teague and Klaus to slambi to Cedric's legs. The little girl was rewarded with Ced automatically scooping her up and putting her on his shoulder while she talked about this and that, the work she was doing, and all other matter of child-gossip. A bite scar was vivid on her arm, a clear testimony to why she was in this district. Ced eyed Klaus with a warning to not disparage the girl for being a werewolf.
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by: Teague MacTail
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Misfts? Ya, ok, sure. The tracker could buy that. Werewolves pretty much owned that category. Outcasts at worst, dead at best. Didn't matter much to Teague, or well at least it didn't used to matter. Even the meekest of creatures could be a force to be reckoned with if enough banded together. Greyback had proven that back in the Voldemort days. The tracker made a mental note to remember that.

His eyes shifted over to Klaus and Teague couldn't help pbut feel the man was anything but comfortable here... maybe that was the Hunter in him. Walking into a den full of enemies probably wasn't top on the man's priority list. Teague was about to tell his 'friend' to relax when something small bashed into his leg before wrapping herself around Cedric. The accent brought a warm grin to the trackers face. If there was one bright light in this hellish situation that little wolf brat was it.

"Slipping Maise, was 20 before any of your lot caught my trail." There was humor in his words and he knew she'd pick up on it easily enough.
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
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Of course the wolf would have sympathy for the wolves. It was no surprise. Klaus just rolled his eyes at Cedric's response and turned his attention to the newcomer. Some kid, looked like she must be the one Teague had been running from when they'd first met up and he'd insisted they keep moving. Klaus was a bit surprised by the humor in Teague's voice. Was this a game now? Whatever, he guessed. He just sighed at that, not overly happy with the fact he had to deal with wolves at all, much less a kid wolf, or Cedric and his antics. He had no idea what they were truly doing here in the wolf part of town. Was this where the pub was Cedric had mentioned?

"Yeah, so, what are we doing here?"

((Sorry, Klaus feeling awkward. Just trying to get something up for you guys!))
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by: Cedric McGarret
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The girl stuck her tongue out at Teague and argued back over Cedric's head.

"Nuh-uh! Only twelve and that's only 'cause Stevie overturned the cauldron seller's cart and we had to fix it!"

She named one of the other City urchins and then went back to chattering about how long it had taken to get all the cauldrons picked up and how the seller was mad because they'd gotten dents.

"Lets go to the Den and get a bite, then..."

Ced listened in silence for a while to the girl's stream of conscious sharing, leading the trio to the Den. Finally, he set the girl down.

"Run along, little magpie. I'll see you in a bit."

The girl complied, leaving the men to the bar. Ced entered easily and slipped behind the counter with a comfortable familiarity. Down from the shelf came the top quality whiskey and three glasses.

"Neat or...?"

He poured himself a straight shot, waiting for the other two to name their preference.
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by: Teague MacTail
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Teague couldn't help but grin at the girl's retort. As annoying as her and her little posse were, they'd done wonders to keep his sanity and his skills sharp. The tracker listened to Maisie's banter and story, amusement shining in his eyes. Kids. Ever a source of entertainment.

The tracker remained quiet and followed Ced into what he presumed was the pub the man had been going on about earlier. It wasn't much to look at but it did give off that family neighborhood pub feel. Teague slid up to the counter with ease, much in the same why his fellow Irishman took up his post to serve. A wry grin split the trackers face why Ced pulled down three glasses and a bottle of what looked to be pretty decent whiskey.

"On the rocks if ya can, otherwise neat is good." Ced might think him a bit of a lightweight for ordering on the rocks but Teague was still very much aware he was surrounded by enemies and had no intention of getting anything more than a little buzzed. Once he had his drink, Teague raised it slightly in thanks before taking a respectable pull from the glass. He held the liquid in his mouth a moment before swallowing. The burn was fantastic, as well as the flavor.

"So, don't suppose you'll share any news from topside with me eh?" Teague wasn't expecting an answer other than no. This was purely just a fishing question to see what Ced was willing to spill. He absently swirled the amber liquid around in his glass a moment before downing the rest of its contents. "Good stuff by the way."
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by: Niklaus Schmidt
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Klaus was relieved by the kid's disappearance. At least she wasn't the annoying sort who hung around beyond her welcome. Well, at least in this particular instance. And hey, Cedric was right on top of the drinks. Whisky wasn't his thing, but it'd do. Anything to get drunk would. "Rocks," Klaus echoed, waiting for the drinks to be poured to take a good drink from the one given to him. Hell, it burned, but alcohol. Yeah, maybe he had a bit of a problem. But then he'd managed without it since coming under, so it wasn't that much of a problem. And what was so wrong with enjoying alcohol? Who wouldn't?

At Teague's speech, Klaus was drawn back to the present and glanced over toward Cedric curiously. He doubted Cedric would give either of them news of anything outside of this shit show. But who the hell knew? Maybe Cedric could be surprising. He doubted it as he turned his focus back to nursing his drink.
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by: Cedric McGarret
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Ced grinned and poured out the requested drinks. He poured himself a double and sipped at it as he considered. New was heavy information. Teague was a prisoner and not privileged to know the shit-storm that Syndicate members were causing up top. No...he'd frustrate him, play with him.

"Sure...Americans are committing more troops to Afghanistan despite advice from their top generals, it's election year over there, so they're going bloody nuts with campaign ads. Same thing over here, really...lots of Parliament seats are opening up in the coming election, so the telly is just absolutely bombarded with 'Representative this' and 'Councillor that'...oh...not the news you were looking for? Well, the Dublin Kelpies played the Harpies last night and got spanked, so here's a toast to the Hollyhead Harpies for their quidditch victory."

Ced mockingly toasted Teague and took a swig.
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by: Teague MacTail
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It was hard to keep the aloof front up when Ced went on to openly mock him. Teague's gaze took on a harder edge and his grip on his glass tightened momentarily before he buried the frustration he was feeling behind the tracker. He wasn't about to let Ced get to him and in all honesty, the tracker hadn't expected to be given anything, but there was always that little ember of hope that the wolf would break the mold. Whatever. There were other ways he could get news from topside.

Teague let out a small laugh as he swirled the contents of his drink around and knocked back a decent amount of it. The idea behind having it on the rocks was to avoid getting sloshed but right now he needed something to take the edge off or he was certain he'd start something and probably regret it. Definite downside of a bored tracker and being cooped up and on a tight leash, trapped underground with enemies everywhere. Sometimes Teague thought being able to wander was worse than being locked in a cell, not that he'd ever voice that aloud.

"Shame," Teague quipped back, "Kelpies got the better seeker."
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