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<span class="mu-s">Perspective:</span> <span class="mu-b">Mohammed Saiful</span>, ruthless warrior of Islam
With the spirit of conquest and honor well anchored in your heart, you enter into the manhole of North Bridge Road. This time, you boldly walk toward the north, toward the ratfolk settlement. From what you have seen in your visions, there's an entire ecosystem here, creatures thriving in parallel of our society, rejects, pariahs, criminals, and nyctalopic predators who lurk in every corner. The air is moldy, difficult to breathe for even you who is used to the most extreme level of filth. Your leather sandals are wet from the moisture and unknown juices in which you walk, and stick to your skin.
You silently pray to Orcus the Allah, the blasphemous, necromantic form of God who collects the soul of the dead in the underworld, past the Shadow and the forgetful waters of Lethe. You pray, and ask for his permission to enter his realm. <span class="mu-i">Bless me, Dark One; sanctify my profaned soul in the blood of the miscreants, O, merciful Lord; bring my jihad to eternal fulfillment.</span>
You hear a faint rattling. A centipede, one meter in length, walks past you. It doesn't attack. Your senses are alert. You are in a narrow tunnel of metal. A patch of fur on the floor indicates you have entered ratfolk territory. Your hand grasps the handle of your pocket knife, the only melee weapon in your possession.
Suddenly, you trip on a metal wire. You hear a small bell ringing lightly. A trap! The perfidious rats have prepared defenses against intruders. You hear one creature whistling, and another answering to it, from another direction. The old you would have fled like a coward, but today, you're a conqueror ready to either claim a kingdom for himself, or perish in battle.
A group of six ratmen soldiers arrive, running. They are wearing mismatched leather armors; as weapon, they carry harpoons, and as shields, frying pans. It's your first time seeing a non-human, furry creature. They all look alike, and you're unable to tell their gender. Their leader, a ratfolk who wears a reinforced armor and a golden chain around his neck, points his weapon toward you.
<span class="mu-g">"Squeak. Who are you, blue-skin man?"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Me is Mohammed Saiful bin Thumbsmasher, of Sultan Mosque. Me is here to keel you and convert you to da Izlam."</span>
He chuckles. <span class="mu-g">"How are you going to kill me? There's only one of you, and you only have a tiny weapon."</span>
<span class="mu-b">"The size of my knife don't matta, da only thing that matter..."</span>
