Last Stand of the Dorinthians- Dead Secrets


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GlassEye

Adventurer
Silas looks back at the statue of the Rider and frowns. Wishing that there were more time to give proper respect but knowing that the zombies were not far away he turns away. "No time like the present," he mumbles as he gazes down the shaft. He'll lower himself down and hanging by his arms will drop into the sewer.

OOC: Silas would have liked to do more at the statue but considering the zombies are somewhere nearby he's more concerned about getting away with his hide intact.
 

Deuce Traveler

Adventurer
OOC: I realized I made a DMing error by having you need to rush through this segment, but also having a note that the statue should be cleaned by good characters that are beholden to their faith. I've changed this slightly to better fit the mood and allow you to find the following...

The pounding on the sealed doorway gets louder as Barok takes one more close examination of the statue. As he runs his hand along the base of the Rider's sculpture he ends of smearing away some grime, and a gold reflection is seen at the foot of the statue. Clearing more of the grime away, Barok smiles as he comes away with a golden medallion with the depiction of the Rider. This seems to be an ancient holy symbol that had been left here. He shows it off before joining Silas at the hatch and climbing down. The tunnel is short, about six feet in height, and goes north and to the south.
 



GlassEye

Adventurer
"The camp was to the west and we came into the city from, from..." Silas squints into the darkness first one way, then the other. "Well, the chapel is near the center of the city so either way should lead towards the outskirts." He smiles in the wan light of the sewer and its pretty clear that he's gotten turned around and isn't sure which direction their camp lies.
 

Deuce Traveler

Adventurer
Nefius squints in the small light of Barok's torch as Barok mentions a shuffling sound he can hear coming closer from the north. "If you are right, then something is heading towards us and the decision of where to go might have been made for us," Nefius says pointing south.
 

GlassEye

Adventurer
"Ah, good point, Nefius. South it is, then," says Silas as he turns to follow the tunnel south. Holding his little candle high, he steps confidently forward only to stop and allow Barok to precede him.
 

Deuce Traveler

Adventurer
The three of you walk cautiously towards the south, but then Nefius hisses, "Faster." You quicken your pace and get another hundred meters when Nefius almost begins to push you two forward. "Faster!" That's when you hear the shuffling coming from behind, as if a crowd of beings are attempting to rush with unfamiliar legs. You begin to run, and you begin to increase the distance between yourselves and the mass that pursues beyond Barok's torchlight. You hear the sound of a river ahead of you as you see the dim orange light of dawn peeking into the exit of the tunnel. However, four silhouettes suddenly drop in front of the exit and block your way out, a mere twenty feet away. As you slow for a moment, your ears pick up the still pursuing mass behind you.
 

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