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
#10334
"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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