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Janivan walks over to Garrand.

What is the matter Garrand? You do not like this plan? I thought you of all people would jump at this idea.

I would not expect them to surrender. Expect a fight.

Arael is a cleric of Iomedae. As such he favors the Longsword.

Janivan leaves to get information about Arael.

I will hopefully make a big post for this game tomorrow.

Gather around everyone it has been decided we will call ourselves the Westcrown Redeemers. I will have tabards? made with our symbol so people will know how we are when we do our work. I strongly suggest we wear hoods or masks to cover our faces. It will be a lot easier to hide that way.

To Adria

Channeling evil negative energy? What kind of cleric are you?

We should know soon who is holding Arael. Just sit tight and rest.

Choose your name and your identifying marker talk to the NPC's some more if you want and we will move on

How about Happy Westcrown Wraiths? That's a cool name. Like friendly terrorists.

It is important we have a name as well as a way to conceal our identities. What do you four think about wearing hoods to hide our faces and red armbands to link us together as a group of dogooders. What is the final decision on our name I will let you 4 decide.

Your fantasy superheros kinda.

"O.K. That's a bit to large a picture. Do you have any more immediate planes?"

Immediate planes include getting Arael back. Then the plan has always been to get the people to know who we are and win them to our cause. The people of this city must change the culture of fear that we live with daily. We will lead them in that endeavor.

To improve the lives of the common of Westcrown. First we will wait for word of what happened to Arael

The ascendancy of Asmodeus-worship has discouraged many people from public worship of other gods, leading to some temples closing as their followers stopped attending, prayed at home, or changed to other churches. This shrine to Aroden, like many others throughout Westcrown, isn’t technically abandoned—it belongs to the church of Iomedae now, but no one has tended it for years. Westcrown’s government has no interest in maintaining the building, and like so many other ancient structures (especially those this close to the ruined portions of the city) it is simply ignored.

Knights of Westcrown sounds like a bad idea. First it conjures an immediate association with the hellknights. Second, it might inspire people to be overly heroic. Paladins of Westcrown would be even worse, but luckily no one has suggested that... If anyone wants to storm the monarchy I will wish them well and go hide until it's over.

"What about Helping Helpful Helpers of Westcrown? It's positive without sounding violent, subversive or too inspirational."

Helping Helpful... what?

I can assure you they will not find us here. (True) The Hellknights leave the abandoned churches alone.

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.

Yes that would makes sense. I am not thinking clearly right now I am grateful you are.

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.

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.

I wanted to make sure you did not feel like you were joining a cult lol.

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.

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.

Hold that last post until Adria is done talking lol

No of course not what is on your mind?

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!

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.

Janiven, I know you wouldn't call a meeting like this without planning an escape exit. A trap door? Teleportation Circle? Adria rises to her feet.

Because if you didn't, then I fear Westcrown will have to wait for other heros in another age.

Nilus, can you flank that front door for me? Remove the head off the first creature that comes through.

Adria prepares a spell.

Please down the shaft we will make our escape through the sewers. It would be suicide to attack 18 Hellknights! She motions you all again to the trapdoor behind the bar that the Halfling and Tiefling have already went down. I have some items that will slow them down so we can make our escape

I apologize for involving you in this matter. But if those Hellknights find you here they will question you as tratitors. We must leave quickly!
The Hellknights start hammering on the locked doors of the tavern and demanding in booming voices for those within to come out and give themselves up.

Follow me.

Janivan and Morosino swiftly move behind the tavern’s decrepit bar, where they lift up a heavy trap door in the floor. As the pounding on the door
increases, Janivan breathlessly says This shaft drops down into the Westcrown sewers. By fleeing along this route,we should be able to lose the Hellknights quickly. I have marked the walls to make our way. The marks will lead us to a safe house. Please come quickly you do not want to be caught by the Rack!

We truly believe that a small group of like-minded friends can improve the lives of the people of Westcrown, but we must take care not to appear as rebels or rioters. We must form our own band of protectors, and must work to win the admiration and support of the citizens by doing good
works and providing what aid we can. Key to this tactic is the fact that Westcrown is largely ignored by the rulers of Cheliax as a home-in-exile for the old nobility. As long as we work to win the hearts of Westcrown’s citizens by good deeds and avoid as many direct entanglements with the government as we can, the House of Thrune will continue to ignore what they’ll interpret as “petty squabbling” in the old capital. We may be able to duck under the radar of the Hellknights entirely.

Nilus plays around with his food. He doesn't eat a bit.

How exactly do we Nilus gestures around the table fit into this plan?

She sighs deep.

Well I guess we will jump right in then.

She stands and locks the door an and makes sure the windows are closed.

Again, thank you for agreeing to meet with me here. I have chosen each of you for a singular reason—everyone here, myself included, has suffered, whether we realize it or not. I have lived in Westcrown my whole life, and although I love this city, I must admit, as must you, that despite our peace and prosperity, we continue to suffer. Fear should not be an expected part of life, and yet each night brings fear to our doorsteps. Yes, Westcrown has been safe from war and famine for nearly seventy years, and yes, our businesses has prospered—but this safety and prosperity has been bought in the coinage of fear and prayers to Hell. Other lands live free from tyranny. Other cities do not fear the night. Other governments do not cede the streets to monsters of the infernal shadows. Westcrown was once such a place, and she wants to be such a place again. Westcrown is not only her buildings and canals and docks and history—she is also her people. Westcrown is our friends and neighbors, our mothers and fathers, our siblings and cousins, our sons and daughters! With but a small group of supporters and dedicated brothers and sisters, we can earn the trust and admiration of those people. A Westcrown free of these shadowy beasts that stalk our streets is one step closer to a Westcrown free of the devil that is the Thrice-Damned House of Thrune!