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Roland Aristocrat Campaign - Gameplay

Halcyon’s eagles continue to cry out from the back of the warehouse. Louder now, the voice from before continues. “Oi, Tuner, spook 'em off with somethin' won't'cha? Boss’ll flip if his glass's covered in bird s%%&.”

The eagles distraction seems to drown the sounds of those entering the warehouse. Vincent slips deeper into the darkness until it seems like he is gone entirely.

If entering through D10 to I10:
Despite a small strip of darkness, a dim light peeks from the back of the warehouse. A flickering light, perhaps from a lantern or a few candles, casts dancing shadows through the boxes and crates stacked high on platforms.

While not much can be made out through the scaffolding and storage containers, at least two humanoids can be somewhat made out through outlines and shadows.

Mako growled lightly as he followed Halcyon into the dim light.

Halcyon:
”Here, Man was here. Smell is strong. Fresh.”
Roland Aristocrat Campaign - Gameplay

Behind the Screen:
Vincent Stealth: 1d20 + 6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 4 + 3 = 27
Gaston: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6

Marcus’ glowing orbs float forward, providing light for the warehouse’s entrance. Though the cracks in crates and boxes, they providing a dim light past the scaffolding.

Halcyon’s eagles take towards the ceiling, soaring past the stored objects. Shortly after they fade into the darkness, each eagle lets out a loud screech.

A voice calls out from within the warehouse, piercing some of the whispering that may have been heard: “Gods-damned gulls. Toss a stone if ya see ‘em, Tuner, plague on wings they is.” They seem to not yet see Marcus’ light, oblivious at the moment that anything more than birds have entered.

Vincent nods at Seth. He walks into the darkness crouched low to the ground.

Gaston peeks the corner. He waits before moving, using his small size to slip through the crates below the scaffolding. He makes a bit of noise as he squeezes through, pushing the heavy boxes against the floor to make way.