Nilus looks at the cleric oddly after her request...
Fight the Hellknights? This one is ferocious.
He follows the group into the sewers.
Yes if you do not have dark vision you will need light.
Janivan Lights a Sunrod once she is down in the sewers with you.
The young boy Morosino and Garrand follow everyone into the sewers as well.
Janivan closes the wooden door and puts a heavy wood crossbar into place.
That and the tangle foot bag I left behind should slow them down.
Janiven quickly points out the mark they left on their previous scouting of the tunnels, indicating they should flee to the left. She tells the you to look for these marks at every intersection, should you get separated from the group—the sword always points in the direction of the
safe house.
Janiven pushes aside a rock near the entrance to reveal a small hollow in the wall and sighs in relief. Good, she says,They’re still here. She stashed a small cache of healing potions here a few weeks ago in the event of an emergency just like this one. We will not have time to stop and rest as long as the Hellknights are after us. She then give each of you three cure light wounds potions 1d8+1.
You start to walk the left passage as indicated by the mark.Arael and I made these marks a few months ago when we explored the sewers. We marked all the intersections so our people could find their way through the sewers to our hideout.
As you travel, the noise of the Hellknights back at Vizio’s Tavern diminishes, but Janiven is sure they’ll follow.
The Hellknights might take a few minutes to search in the tavern,
but some are going to follow us down here after they grab a lantern or make torches. They might even try to infiltrate the sewers ahead of us if they can guess our route. We need to keep moving.
The next stretch of time passes slowly. It could be hours minutes or even days its all a blur of bad smells and corridors that all look the same.
Everyone read this spoiler but if you make the check your character knows the technical inns and outs of the sewer as listed below.
DC 20 Engineering or History check
waste-borne illness. Individual tunnels are buttressed and rarely more than 5 feet high, forcing taller characters to stoop but not otherwise hindering most activity. Most tunnels are 10 feet wide, with a 3-foot-deep trench for sewage and water taking up half that width—even at peak flow the water level is an inch or more below the level of the walking side of the tunnel. Rainwater enters the sewers from tiny barred grates in the streets, most so small that an adult halfling couldn't squeeze through, and travels through an angled pipe that directs the runoff to the closest tunnel’s drainage side, exiting about a foot above the peak flow-level of the sewer channel. Tide-powered wheels on the northwest and northeast coast draw water upward from the river and bay, causing a slow trickle into the sewers and keeping solid matter from building up over time, creating a slow current flowing toward the southern part of the city. Three points along the southern edge of the sewers bear similar tide-wheels, each connected to a mechanical screw that slowly pumps waste downward into a mile-long underwater pipe that empties
downriver, its length protected by check valves to prevent water from flowing upward into the sewage system. The sewer mechanics require very little maintenance and have hand-cranks for manual operation should an unforeseen circumstance render the automatic devices inoperable. The
build of the sewers ensures that the tons of waste generated by the city never risk contaminating it. Because the sewer is so efficient that law-abiding citizens forget about it, it makes an excellent means of moving about the city undetected, assuming the traveler doesn't mind smelling a little rank as a consequence.
Pause for some roleplay as you speed your way through the sewer before I push along.
"Left passage then. I'll slip ahead a bit after I light my torch."
Fitting actions to words, Sorsha lights her torch and moves further down the tunnel, staying to the left wall.
[ooc]Perception
Sorsha makes a very good scout she is easily able to pick out the sword marks and keeps the party moving forward at a steady pace.
The Twists and turns make no sense to Sorsha but she keeps moving through the sewer maze.
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Adria has never thought much about the sewers under the City. But standing in them now she wishes she had payed more attention whenever she had come across the ancient utility maps in the Archives. It just didn't seem important at the time. Adria hurries forward to talk in an unobtrusive tone to Sorsha.
Excuse me, miss. Will I break your concentration if I talk to you?
An indeterminate amount of time passes When Janivan stops the group.
Wait, has anyone seen Morosino?
No one remembers seeing him for some time now it seems.
Damn! He got split up from us. I will have to track him down. Keep following the marks when you get to the end there will be a door at the top of a shaft. Knock on it slowly three times and give whoever opens it my name. I will catch up when I can!
No of course not what is on your mind?
Sorsha slows to a stop at Adria's words.
"Not at all. How may I help you?" she whispers back.
After hearing Janivan, Sorsha rocks with indecision. When Janivan says she will go hunt for the boy alone, Sorsha relaxes. The woman clearly knows her way around here.
Sosrha waits patiently for the slippery lady to ask her question.
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With proper respect, as though addressing a fellow member of the Temple or perhapse even a powerful enemy, Adria asks I have heard a name like yours before. Brittleflower. I was told I must never allow the name of a Brittleflower to be enscribed into the Archives as servants of the Crown. Are you of this clan? If so, why were you not allowed to serve?
edit, Adrias' leather creaks as she walks. If we ever need to sneak past the hellnights I really will need to find something better to wear!
Nilus is bothered by all the idle chatter going on.
Don't these people know the danger we are in.
Nilus whispers furiously to them
Ladies! Time for this once we are OUT of the present danger. We've got Hellknight bastards followin close and who knows what down here wantin to eat us.
Nilus scowls and looks around.
Garrand smiles sardonicly at Janivan "I'd guess that this isn't working out the way you'd planned, eh Janivan? I'm glad to see you had the forthought to plan an escape route. Maybe there's hope for your little rebel alliance after all."
Garrand smiles sardonicly at Janivan "I'd guess that this isn't working out the way you'd planned, eh Janivan? I'm glad to see you had the forthought to plan an escape route. Maybe there's hope for your little rebel alliance after all."
Yes, let us hope there is.
"How did you get involved in this anyway?"
The four of you are left standing in the sewers. For now you do not hear the noise of the Hellknights coming from behind.
I have lived my entire life in Westcrown’s oppressive streets. Every friend I ever made was taken away on trumped up charges by the damned Hellknights, disappeard at night, or was sold into slavery. Eventually I started to avoid making long-term friendships. Until I met Arael, a devotee of Iomedae who came upon me at a low point in my life and offered me a long-term position at his side as a consultant and advisor. Arael has grand plans to bring honor and tradition back to Cheliax, and particularly to Westcrown. As a worshiper of Iomedae, he has long regretted how Cheliax fell from Aroden’s teachings to the infernal, and wants nothing more than to see a reversal of that fate, but with Aroden’s inheritor Iomedae installed as the city’s guardian and patron deity instead.
She speaks with respect of this Aroden.
His flaw is he does not take a strong enough hand. I say we need to attack the problem at its heart. With companions such as you we may just have the edge we need.
"And now he's been captured. Where will he be taken? And is there any chance of rescuing him?"
Personally I care little what god the people worship. Aroden has many good ideas beyond that and his status as a cleric gives some legitimacy to our cause.
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Ladies! Time for this once we are OUT of the present danger. We've got Hellknight bastards followin close and who knows what down here wantin to eat us.
Nilus scowls and looks around.
Poor baby, afraid of Hell Knights. Would you rather walk up here next to Sorsha where you can be farther away from them? I can handle our rear guard.
Adria makes her way back to Nilus and takes out an ordinary piece of chalk from her thigh-bag. Bending down she draws a Blast Glyph on the ground.
There now we can talk. We will have PLENTY of warning if a Hell Knight tries to come through this way
She looks at Garrand and Smiles.
Yes we will mount a rescue. It will all depend on if the Rack gets a hold of him and takes them to their citadel. Or if he is merely kept in the city jail by the dottari.
Ladies! Time for this once we are OUT of the present danger. We've got Hellknight bastards followin close and who knows what down here wantin to eat us.
Nilus scowls and looks around.
Poor baby, afraid of Hell Knights. Would you rather walk up here next to Sorsha where you can be farther away from them? I can handle our rear guard.
Adria makes her way back to Nilus and takes out an ordinary piece of chalk from her thigh-bag. Bending down she draws a Blast Glyph on the ground.
There now we can talk. We will have PLENTY of warning if a Hell Knight tries to come through this way
That's cool I will allow it!
"If he's taken by the Rack we will have to try to rescue him, but if he's kept in the local jail, maybe it would be best not to. If the Hellknights don't realize how important he is, a rescue attempt will surely let them know. If they eventually release him on their own he'll be able to walk the streets rather than being forced to hide in the shadows."
Yes that would makes sense. I am not thinking clearly right now I am grateful you are.
"If they have for any extended length of time, he will talk."
Turning to Adria, "The ban is actually over. My ancestors fought the House of Thrune during the civil war. They won, we lost. Back to work."
Sorsha turns and smiles encouragingly at the party. She then resumes scouting ahead.
Garrand waves his hand dismissively, "I don't know the man. It's easy to be clear on something you know nothing about. Do you know any way we can learn what fate is intended for him?"
Not until we get out of these sewers! I must go find Moro, excuse me. Remember follow the swords and when you come to the door knock 3 times slowly. We will see each other soon.
With that she heads back the way you came.
"Watch out for the glyph."
You hear an explosion, then fire, and screaming blood and body parts everywhere as Janivan steps on the glyph!
Na just kidding =P
Garrand will cast light on his tip of his bow.
Yuh damned right I fear to face the Ellknights, they'se got plenty to be afeared of.
She is either mad, or a damned fool
From back where you are at there is not much to percieve. Best to wait on Schorcha's report she seems to have stopped ahead.
Sorsha leaves her torch where she is and makes her way slowly and carefully back.
"There is a pool of collected sewage up ahead. Beside the pool, to the north or right is a door."
Sorsha then makes her way back to the torch.
Yes it leads straight ahead.
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Adria turns to face east, peering into the dark passage behind. She would trust Sorsha to pick the right route, and Garrand and Nilus assist her. Although not cut out for dungeouneering (or sewergeneering), her job right now was to watch the company's tail. She listens carefully for the thud of a low grade blast glyph. An waits for Sorsha's directions.
"Lovely. A pool of raw sewage. You take me to all the nicest places" <sigh>
While you are whispering down the hall Adria hears the sound of wood scraping down the hall.
Haruk moves towards the side of the tunnel, placing himself so his back is to the wall, but can easily the entrance. He readies a spell, in case the worst happens.
Readies his bow and starts a bardic performance as a whispered oratory. He can make it louder so everyone can hear if/when we enter combat.
(inspire courage +1 To be affected, an ally must be able to perceive the bard’s performance. An affected ally receives a +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.)
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Surprised by the sudden appearance of the Teifling Adria lets out a small yelp which she quickly squelches by covering her mouth with her hand...She whispers to Garrand as he mumbles his low song:
Calistra's Knickers that bastard came out of nowhere!!!
Composed she again focuses her attention down the tunnel readying daggar and whip. I'm in front for this fight. Gotta bring it!!
Haruk reaches his arm out and knocks on the door, but never moves his position.
Sorsha remains where she is and remains vigilant.