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<Dex of 1>

<Fort of 11>

Harry's heart jumped into his mouth as he dropped into a vertical chute, grunting as he collided with slimy brick walls, ledges and occasionlly a pipe he dropped.

<Further Fortitude Roll and Perception Roll?>

<Fortitude = 12>

<Perception = 10>

'Shiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttt!' he roared as he plummeted.

There was little light to show Harry his descent into Milton's domain, at the last minute he noticed he was plummeting toward a stone ledge, the hatch accessing the remainder of the chute a meter to the left. He winced as he collided with a horizontal pipe snapping it and then being pelted with a expunge of ick.

Grimacing from the pain and stink of filth Harry lashes out to grab the hatch, bracing his right arm with his left hand.

<Dexterity of 11>

<Strength of 12>

Alonzo Grymes marched across the desolated market, the thick red scar welts marking the left side of of his rodent like face throbbing with anger.
He marched into Madame Viskanna's tent noting his men holding back, his eyes bulged, glaring at each of them "Gettin there yer mangy fuckwits!"
He stepped through, Grymes was stocky for a Gamma, his rodent whiskers extended along his jaw line jutting out like spikes, his thick lambs wool overcoat adding to his presence, he glowered at the human medium sitting behind her table.

The inner sanctum seemed to lack any size or dimension an impression given by the only light being above the Madame's table in the center of the chamber, the ceiling just like the outer chambers was shrouded by numerous suspended objects but instead of clocks and trinkets each ornate each chain ended with a crystal ball, swirling with gas.

"And im ovar" snarled Grymes
Viskanna stood, the Gamma's behind Gryme's shuffled uncomfortably
"Yer don't frighten me" he growled, he looked around and smiled "Smoke an mirrors, what say we smash it all up!"
"What do you want" replied Viskanna
Grymes seemed to physical writhe, almost fighting himself, his scars pulsed, he closed the distance a large hunting knife appearing in his left hand which he pressed in against Viskanna's neck forcing her to tilt her head.
"Harm me and you get nothing she breathed
"Tear this place apart!" Grymes snarled
"I invoke the Right of Trade" she hissed
"Wat" he spat
"The Right of Trade"
"Ah fack, alright boys leave it, she's gointa the bosses" Gryme's grumbled with a fair note of disappointment

<Ref Save?>

<Reflex Save 19>

Lashing his legs out Harry connected with the slicken walls, pushing himself across the chute.
His legs shot down through the hatch, his stomach grated down the lip of the hatch, his massive forearms slamming into the floor in which the hatch as housed, Harry Lacotte howled with the pain.

<6 points of damage>

Growling and muttering curses and groans Harry attempts to re-orientate himself. Feeling the searing pain of what he surmised miserably as detached tendons in his right wrist, he tentatively but swiftly moved his supporting left hand away to the other side of the hatch coving and held on as tightly as his weakened state would allow. Swinging precariously he cautiously maneuvered his swinging legs to attempt to find a ladder or some form of stair.

<Search 14>

<Strength 18>

<Constitution 13>