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Janiven continues to look at maps as she looks up at Yuron. "I do not wish to attack Hellkinghts any day, but this looks like our only option if we wish to save Arael" Without looking up she says. "Get some rest everybody, Tomorrow will be a big day!"
The group makes their way northwest on Rack road riding for about an hour when they come to the spot Janiven indicated. Map Notes:
Trees are thick and provide full cover Creek is 4ft deep The Hellknights will be coming from the south (bottom of map(red line) "We are here. Our group will create a distraction over there." She points past the bridge down the road at a large rock (Not indicated on map/Past maps range). "The rest of you prepare yourself's, and remember timing is everything." Janiven slaps the side of her horse.
Janiven and the others rub coal on there faces, only Yakopulio and Vitti opting for the butter. The rest of the group mounts goes outside to ready the horse as Janiven joins in Ravishar's conversation. "If you do choose to hail them, remember to do so after me and the the rest of the group make a distraction down the road to separate the troops. We have caltrops and other tricks to slow the Hellknights, but none of the other members are yet warriors, so it is important to split up there numbers." She pauses as she rubs her chin, looking for the right words. "Remember our main objective is to get Arael. Let's try to rescue him with minimal casualties on both sides." She then move outside to the horses and the rest of the gang.
Amaya looks over at Phaedra walking into the hall. "Don'y worry about them hun, they're not known for there social skills. Besides, sounds like you have had quite the day already." The group walks into a rather small room, with bookcases and a large table. Janiven is standing in front of the table, covered in maps and papers. She looks up and addresses the approaching group. "Calm down my brothers and sisters, the new comers had nothing to do with Areal's capture. He was wanted by the dottari for rescuing a family from the guards inhumane ways of "questioning" some weeks ago and the hellknights must of seen this as a work of treason, and when he was apprehended they demanded custody." She looks around at the group "I am sure Arael will not talk, and we have lost the hellknights that followed Morosino to Vizio's tavern in the sewers, so for now the rest of our group is safe." She starts to unravel a map. "The Order of The Rack maintains a small holding here in Westcrown known as Taranik house, but their main stronghold is Citadel Rivad north of here." She points at Rega Scripa (Scribe Sector) on a map of Westcrown "Most likely, they are holding Arael overnight at the Taranik house, and will be transporting him to Citadel Rivad tomorrow. I think our best chance to rescue him would be during this time of transport, out of the dottari's jurisdiction (The city) and when the hellknights are in lesser numbers." She Looks up at the group. "We must act bright and early in the morning, I know some people in the Rega Scripa who will keep a lookout on the Taranik house. If anybody needs to prepare or handle unfinished business do so in the early morning, as quick as possible." Janiven turns to Sclavo "Speaking of Unfinished business, did the group decide on a name, but more importantly , a uniform? Tomorrow will be our first real act, and we must keep all out identities a secret."
Janiven Speaks up "We will go with the plan to blacken our faces." She looks down at the black substance in the bowl and gives a quick smirk."We have coal in the kitchen if you do not wish to use that butter" Gorvio soon arrives with five horses and two pony's as Janiven speaks about the final details of her plan. "When everyone is ready we will head out, beating them down the trail. My plan is the rest of the crew and I will create a distraction down the road from the creek crossing. They will most likely send out their hellknight scouts on horses to investigate ahead, splitting there numbers. During this distraction the newer stronger members (The PC's) ambush the carriage and save Arael!" She walks over towards the kitchen sticks out her finger and licks the black butter, before pulling some coal out of a cupboard. "Any objections?"
Janiven considers Fizzwiddles suggestion then replys
She smiles. "What does everyone else think."
Morning soon comes, and Janiven wakes everyone. "Gorvio has left to gather some horses from his uncle while Vitti is finding out more about how many hellknights will be present and Yakopulio is keeping a watch on the Hellkinghts safe house. I am working out the best places to ambush the group and have figured out two options." She lays down two sketches on the table. "We can ambush them in part of the trail where lots of trees have recently been cut down and there are alot of stumps to hide behind, or where the trail crosses the river." Without looking up she concentrates on the map and her notes.
"For now , everybody shall rest till morning, I will figure out a couple ambush points and we will figure a plan together."
The group walks into a rather small room, with bookcases and a large table. Janiven is standing in front of the table, covered in maps and papers. She joins in on the conversation. "I am pretty sure the Order of The Rack, while always on the lookout for rebels, are not aware about our movement yet Ravishar. Arael was wanted by the dottari for rescuing a family from the guards inhumane ways of "questioning", the hellknights must of seen this as a work of treason, and demanded custody." She looks around at the group "I am sure Arael will not talk, and we have lost the hellknights that followed Morosino to Vizio's tavern in the sewers, so for now the rest of our group is safe." She starts to unravel a map. "The Order of The Rack maintains a small holding here in Westcrown known as Taranik house, but their main stronghold is Citadel Rivad north of here." She points at Rega Scripa (Scribe Sector) on a map of Westcrown "Most likely, they are holding Arael overnight at the Taranik house, and will be transporting him to Citadel Rivad tomorrow. I think our best chance to rescue him would be during this time of transport, out of the dottari's jurisdiction (The city) and when the hellknights are in lesser numbers." She Looks up at the group. "We must act bright and early in the morning, I know some people in the Rega Scripa who will keep a lookout on the Taranik house. If anybody needs to prepare or handle unfinished business do so in the early morning, as quick as possible." Janiven turns to Sclavo "Speaking of Unfinished business, did the group decide on a name, but more importantly , a uniform? Tomorrow will be our first real act, and we must keep all out identities a secret."
Janiven grins cheek to cheek as she looks at each party member. "Thank you all, this means alot to me . Once we rescue Arael I think we will have a strong enough group to actually make change in the city" She begins to head up the ladder to the the street level when she stops midway "First off lets wash up, then let us rest up , for tomorrow, Arael shall be free!" The man hole leads to an ally in Rego Sacero (Priest Sector), behind a condemned building. She approaches the boarded up door and knocks three times, after a short while it is clear that it is not indeed a boarded up door but a disguise. The door is opened by a nervous looking man with a lantern, he ushers the party in. She points behind her to a hallway. "Down this way are the washrooms and bedrooms, Two people per room. Feel free to wash up and get some rest." Janiven then points to a room to her left. The room has a long large table surrounded by about a dozen people, all of them engaged deeply in a conversation. "If you are hungry, I am sure there is some leftovers from dinner, please help yourself." She turns around and starts walking into a room to her right. "If you need me, I'll be here in Arael's room, trying to figure out our next move.
"I agree lets get moving" Janiven leads the party down some twists and turns, stomping torbles along the way, before finally stopping at and arrow pointing up. A sewer grate is directly above the arrow. "We have made it." she says climbing up a latter built into the wall, she quietly removes the grate and peeks her head out. "The coast is clear, looks like we lost them". Janiven then heads down the latter, and looks at the party concerned. "I am very sorry that I had to drag you through all this nonsesnse today, This was not planned" She looks up at the sunset above. "It will be dark soon." Janiven puts her head down in shame "If you do not wish to continue, I understand,. as I have allready put you all through enough" The young lady once again looks up at the open grate. "I have a bigger task on my hands now, for Arael needs me." Janiven glances around the room, with a look of sadness and desperation in her eyes. "And quite frankly, I need all of you. You have all shown you are all capable in battle, something I cannot say about my current bunch, and I fear without Arael, our leader, we will fall apart soon." "I can house and feed you if you wish to help, but that's about the only payment I am able to offer at this moment." She extends her hand out in a friendly matter. "If you do not wish to help, once again I understand and I thank you for your time and ears, I hope you will do the courtesy of keeping are group a secret."
"Yes gather what you can, then lets make a run for it. We are almost there!"
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reload crossbow standard: Shoots torble throwing goblin
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reload crossbow
standard: Shoots large goblin
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reload crossbow standard: Shoots large goblin
Janiven grins cheek to cheek as she looks at each party member. "Thank you all, this means alot to me . Once we rescue Arael I think we will have a strong enough group to actually make change in the city" The young woman laughs at the gnome's question. "Why yes, we have an excellent cook, I'm sure he could whip us up a pie.." She begins to head up the ladder to the the street level when she stops midway "But first, let us rest, for tomorrow, Arael shall be free!" The man hole leads to an ally in Rego Sacero (Priest Sector), behind a condemned building. She approaches the boarded up door and knocks three times, after a short while it is clear that it is not indeed a boarded up door but a disguise. The door is opened by a nervous looking man with a lantern, he ushers the party in. She turns to Ravishar, "Gather your items quickly, and return here knocking three times on this "door" ". Ravishar:
This temple is an Old abandoned Aroden temple. Through out the years, the Church of Iomedae has gained ownership, but from all your prior knowledge, the temple is thought to be empty, abandoned and forgotten. Janiven leads the rest of the party in, The inside has been restored quite nicely. She turns around to address the group. She points behind her to a hallway. "Down this way are the washrooms and bedrooms, Two people per room. Feel free to wash up and get some rest." Janiven then points to a room to her left. The room has a long large table surrounded by about a dozen people, all of them enganged deeply in a conversation. "If you are hungry, I am sure there is some leftovers from dinner, please help yourself." She turns around and starts walking into a room to her right. "If you need me, I'll be here in Arael's room, trying to figure out our next move.
Janiven leads the group through twists and turns, finding the marks along the way. After about twenty minitues she stops. "We are almost there, just around this bend". She moves her head around the corner, the returns with a concerned look. "We have company, more goblins, one looking very nasty!"
Janiven looks down at the boy before raising her head , a worried look on her face. Perception 15: The sound of clanking armor can be heard down the sewer tunnels. The Hellknights are slowly catching up.
Janiven: Shoots goblin remaning(g2 first)
Janiven leads the party down some twists and turns, stomping torbles along the way, before finally stopping at and arrow pointing up. A sewer grate is directly above the arrow. "We have made it." she says climbing up a latter built into the wall, she quietly removes the grate and peeks her head out. "The coast is clear, looks like we lost them". Janiven then heads down the latter, and looks at the party concered. "I am very sorry that I had to drag you through all this nonsesnse today, This was not planned" She looks up at the sunset above. "It will be dark soon." Janiven puts her head down in shame "If you do not wish to continue, I understand,. as I have allready put you all through enough" The young lady once again looks up at the open grate. "I have a bigger task on my hands now, for Arael needs me." Janiven glances around the room, with a look of sadness and desperation in her eyes. "And quite frankly, I need all of you. You have all shown you are all capable in battle, something I cannot say about my current bunch, and I fear without Arael, our leader, we will fall apart soon." "I can house and feed you if you wish to help, but that's about the only payment I am able to offer at this moment." She extends her hand out in a friendly matter. "If you do not wish to help, once again I understand and I thank you for your time and ears, I hope you will do the courtesy of keeping are group a secret."
Standard: Shoot Longbow g2
Standard: Shoots g2 +1 inspire courage
Standard: Shoot Longbow g2
Standard: Shoots Big Goblin
"About half a dozen, one looks particularly beefy" Hold Action: Hold action .a longbow attack on closest/first goblin to attack Ravishar after move .
"Shouldn't be much further, we should be under Rego Sacero now" She then looks around the corner and quietly whispers "More Goblins, the exit isn't far from here. We have no choice but to move through them."
"We are wasting time my friends, we are almost there, I shall lead the way." Janiven starts her way down the junction. Finding the mark she moves east.
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Move down the sewers (i5) Standard: Shoot Longbow at Sewer Goblin(1)
As Janiven comes from around the corner she pauses. She then looks around and smiles. "You can come out of the shadows now, it is just me. I think I lost them, but we still must make it to the safe house right away." She moves over and starts to move the bricks with the rest of the group. A small humanoid body soon appears under the rubble, with a long wood stick still clenched in its hands. "Ahh just as I have feared, we are now in goblin terrority!" Janiven first examines the body, then moves her attention to the structure above. "This explains the cave in as well, this goblin was trying to set a trap of some sort."
The other side of the door leads to a small nook which has been carved out of the sewers. "We have a safe house in Rego Sacero ("Priest Sector"), we must get there quick. Luckily, Arael and I prepared for such a disaster." She points at an drawing of an arrow in chalk on the door. "We have marked all the intersections, so we could find our way back to the hideout. If anybody gets separated from the group or lost, look for these marks and follow the arrows" Janiven knells down and pushes some bricks aside. She sighs in relief. "Good they are still here" She pull out a small backpack, opens it up and starts to pulls out some potions. "Three..Eight..Sixteen" Perfect. We need to get moving, and we will not have time to rest. Everyone make sure to grab a couple of these."
Janiven turns around and grabs some long pipes leaning against the wall and starts to insert them into grooves cut into the door. "You guys make a run for it while I buy us some time and board up this door. I will catch up! Hurry!!
"Dammit!!" She looks down at the boy with a look of anger "I am sorry everybody, but this is not how I intended our meeting to turn out, but we must leave immediately." Janiven looks over in Quentins direction, and points to a pile of debris. "Under all that garbage, there is an access hatch to the sewers. Hellspawn and Quentin, help me remove the debris from atop the escape hatch and make a barricade in front of the door." She moves over to the piles, and pulls out a large piece of a table and piles it next to the front door. "Morosino, grab the torches from behind the bar. Everyone else to ru...." BANG BANG BANG The door rattles from the force. (Outside in a deep, booming voice)
The other side of the door leads to a small nook which has been carved out of the sewers. "We have a safe house in Rego Sacero ("Priest Sector"), we must get there quick. Luckily, Arael and I prepared for such a disaster." She points at an drawing of an arrow in chalk on the door. "We have marked all the intersections, so we could find our way back to the hideout. If anybody gets separated from the group or lost, look for these marks and follow the arrows" Janiven knells down and pushes some bricks aside. She sighs in relief. "Good they are still here" She pull out a small backpack, opens it up and starts to pulls out some potions. "Three..Eight..Sixteen" Perfect. We need to get moving, and we will not have time to rest. Everyone make sure to grab a couple of these."
Janiven turns around and grabs some long pipes leaning against the wall and starts to insert them into grooves cut into the door. "You guys make a run for it while I buy us some time and board up this door. I will catch up! Hurry!!
As Janiven climbs down from the bar she addressed the group. "The shadows have caused just as much grief to our people as its men. "I truly believe that a small group of like-minded people can improve the lives of the people of this once great town of Westcrown, but we must take care not to appear as rebel or rioters. We must gain the trust of the people, through good deeds and providing what aid we can." She looks around to make sure she has everyone's attention. "Westcrown has long been ignored by the rulers of Cheliax. As long as we win the hearts of Westcrown's citizens by doing good deeds and avoid as many direct entanglements with the government as possible, the House of Throne will continue to ignore what they interpret as "petty squabbling" in the old capital." I know this isn't an easy choice to make.." But before Janiven can finish her sentence, there is a loud bang on the door. THUD THUD THUD Janiven grabs the hilt of her sword while getting up and moving to the window, slowly and discreetly peeking through the curtains at the knocking outside. She then quickly makes her way to the door, and opens it, and in stumbles an out of breath and frighted looking teenager. "Th-The-They've Got Arael" the boy cries out before immediately doubling over in wheezing and coughing fit. Janiven locks the door and knells down to aid the young man, a look of panic on her face.
The other side of the door leads to a small nook which has been carved out of the sewers. "We have a safe house in Rego Sacero ("Priest Sector"), we must get there quick. Luckily, Arael and I prepared for such a disaster." She points at an drawing of an arrow in chalk on the door. "We have marked all the intersections, so we could find our way back to the hideout. If anybody gets separated from the group or lost, look for these marks and follow the arrows" Janiven knells down and pushes some bricks aside. She sighs in relief. "Good they are still here" She pull out a small backpack, opens it up and starts to pulls out some potions. "Three..Eight..Sixteen" Perfect. We need to get moving, and we will not have time to rest. Everyone make sure to grab a couple of these."
Janiven turns around and grabs some long pipes leaning against the wall and starts to insert them into grooves cut into the door. "You guys make a run for it while I buy us some time and board up this door. I will catch up! Hurry!!
"Dammit!!! Morosino this is no time for chit-chat" She looks down at the boy with a look of anger "I am sorry everybody, but this is not how I intended our meeting to turn out, but we must leave immediately." Janiven looks over in Doran's direction, and points to the pile of debris. "Under all that garbage, there is an access hatch to the sewers. Doran and Yuron, help me remove the debris from atop the escape hatch and make a barricade in front of the door." She moves over to the piles, and pulls out a large piece of a table and piles it next to the front door. "Morosino, grab the torches from behind the bar. You others get ready to ru..... BANG BANG BANG The door rattles from the force. (Outside in a deep, booming voice)
Janiven applauds "As you have heard from your fellow Wiscrani, each and every one of you has been screwed over, or been done wrong by the city. If you were to hit the streets, I am sure each and every citizen has many more stories about the horrors and injustice to tell of the city" Janiven walks over to the bar and climbs on top. "And that is really what matters in Westcrown. Its Citizens. Westcrown was once a great place, and she wants to be a great place again. Westcrown is not only her buildings and canals and docks and history--she is also, and most importantly, her people. Westcrown is our friends and neighbors, our mothers and fathers, our siblings and cousins, our sons and our 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-Dammed House of Throne!" Sense Motive 5: Janiven's words are treason.
Janiven hears the clanking of armor down the street, even before the Paladin confirms her fears. "Dammit!!!" She looks down at the boy with a look of anger "I am sorry everybody, but this is not how I intended our meeting to turn out, but we must leave immediately." Janiven looks over in Guy's direction, and points to the pile of debris. "Under all that garbage, there is an access hatch to the sewers. Guy and Ravishar, help me remove the debris from atop the escape hatch and make a barricade in front of the door." She moves over to the piles, and pulls out a large piece of a table and piles it next to the front door. "Morosino, grab the torches from behind the bar. Erliana and Gnomes get ready to ru...." BANG BANG BANG The door rattles from the force. (Outside in a deep, booming voice)
Janiven inspects the boy. "The boy doesn't appear to have any injury's, he just is exhausted." She looks down at the boy. "What happened Morosino? Who has Arael?!!"
Janiven inspects the boy. "The boy doesn't appear to have any injury's Ravishar, he just is exhausted." She looks down at the boy. "What happened Morosino? Who has Arael?!!"
Janiven can see everybody is getting anciy and mumbles something , before standing up and locking the door. "I will now start our meeting, because I have no intentions of keeping anybody past sunset, to deal with the shadow beasts. My partner Arael is running late and should be here any minute" She makes another worried glance at the door "First off, thank all of 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 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 infernal shadows. Other cities don't have a mayor that cares about his personal love of theater , more then the welfare of his people." She pauses and take a drink of wine "We all have personally been affected by this city." Once again, she looks up at the door. "As many of you know, I am Janiven. The shadows of the city have took many friends from me, I am harassed by the dottari and Hellknights daily, and thieves threaten my ways of means by making the streets an unsafe, unapproachable place.That is how this hellish city has affected me, lets take some time to go around the room, introduce yourself to your fellow Wiscrani, if you haven't already, and more importantly let us know what unjust the city has personally objected against you!" Perception 15: Janiven mumbles "Damn you Arael"
As Janiven get down from the bar she address the group. "Dakka, there is plenty of evidence all around this excuse of a city" "I truly believe that a small group of like-minded people can improve the lives of the people of this once great town of Westcrown, but we must take care not to appear as rebel or rioters. We must gain the trust of the people, through good deeds and providing what aid we can." She looks around to make sure she has everyone's attention. "Westcrown has long been ignored by the rulers of Cheliax. As long as we win the hearts of Westcrown's citizens by doing good deeds and avoid as many direct entanglements with the government as possible, the House of Throne will continue to ignore what they interpret as "petty squabbling" in the old capital." I know this isn't an easy choice to make.." But before Janiven can finish her sentence, there is a loud bang on the door. THUD THUD THUD Janiven grabs the hilt of her sword while getting up and moving to the window, slowly and discreetly peeking through the curtains at the knocking outside. She then quickly makes her way to the door, and opens it, and in stumbles an out of breath and frighted looking teenager. "Th-The-They've Got Arael" the boy cries out before immediately doubling over in wheezing and coughing fit. Janiven locks the door and knells down to aid the young man, a look of panic on her face.
As Janiven gets off from atop the bar, she looks over at the gnome singing and dancing away, not sure if the gnome is mocking her, or just a little tipsy, she makes here way towards the rest of the group with a worried look on her face. "I truly believe that a small group of like-minded people can improve the lives of the people of this once great town of Westcrown, but we must take care not to appear as rebel or rioters. We must gain the trust of the people, through good deeds and providing what aid we can." She looks around to make sure she has everyone's attention. "Westcrown has long been ignored by the rulers of Cheliax. As long as we win the hearts of Westcrown's citizens by doing good deeds and avoid as many direct entanglements with the government as possible, the House of Throne will continue to ignore what they interpret as "petty squabbling" in the old capital." I know this isn't an easy choice to make.." But before Janiven can finish her sentence, there is a loud bang on the door.
Janiven grabs the hilt of her sword while getting up and moving to the window, slowly and discreetly peeking through the curtains at the knocking outside. She then quickly makes her way to the door, and opens it, and in stumbles an out of breath and frighted looking teenager. "Th-The-They've Got Arael" the boy cries out before immediately doubling over in wheezing and coughing fit. Janiven locks the door and knells down to aid the young man, a look of panic on her face.
"My partner, Arael should be here any minute, when he arrives we will get started . While we wait, everybody help yourself to some wine and some stew" She reaches behind the bar, and pulls out some bowls, after filling one up she sits back down and starts to eat.
Janiven smiles. "You two know each other? Her smile is soon turned to a look of worry and once again she glances at the front door.
After Yuron is done introducing himself, Janiven puts her glass down on the table and stands up. '"As you have all heard from your fellow Wiscrani, each and every one of you has been screwed over, or been done wrong by the city. If you were to hit the streets, I am sure each and every citizen has many more stories about the horrors and injustice to tell of the city" Janiven walks over to the bar and climbs on top. "And that is really what matters in Westcrown. Its Citizens. Westcrown was once a great place, and she wants to be a great place again. Westcrown is not only her buildings and canals and docks and history--she is also, and most importantly, her people. Westcrown is our friends and neighbors, our mothers and fathers, our siblings and cousins, our sons and our 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-Dammed House of Throne!" Sense Motive 5: Janiven's words are treason.
Janiven mumbles something under her breath , before standing up and closing the door. "I will now start our meeting, because I have no intentions of keeping anybody past sunset, to deal with the shadow beasts. My partner Arael is running late and should be here any minute" She makes another worried glance at the door "First off, thank all of 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 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 infernal shadows. Other cities don't have a mayor that cares about his personal love of theater , more then the welfare of his people." She pauses and take a drink of wine "We all have personally been affected by this city." She looks up to make sure she has the rooms attention. "As many of you know, I am Janiven. The shadows of the city have took many friends from me, I am harassed by the dottari and Hellknights daily, and thieves threaten my ways of means by making the streets an unsafe, unapproachable place.That is how this hellish city has affected me, lets take some time to go around the room, introduce your self to your fellow Wiscrani, if you have not already, but more importantly let us know what unjust the city has personally objected against you!" Perception 15: Janiven mumbles "Damn you Areal"
"Not at all, my friend, the stew is still on the stove. Come on in we shall we be starting shortly."
Janiven smiles as the auburn hair woman walked into the room. "Hello, you must be Ronwn. Arael has told me all about you." she pauses and examines the woman's features "You are indeed as beautiful as he stated" She glances at the front door then lifts her hand and jesters at the seat next to her. "Please join us, and have some wine. Arael is running late and should be here any minute"
Janiven smiles back to the man. "Hello Shannon, Take a seat, socialize and have some wine my friend, while we wait for the others"
Janiven smiles up at the woman, then glances at the front door. "No problem my dear, I am still waiting for one other person myself. My partner, Arael should be here any minute, when he arrives we will get started . While we wait, everybody help yourself to some wine and some stew" She reaches behind the bar, and pulls out some bowls, after filling one up she sits back down and starts to eat.
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