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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dirigible" data-source="post: 1258244" data-attributes="member: 12631">All:As always,the Black river has thrown up a blnake tof fog over Corvis. Making your way through the precipitous streets, you must fight your way through a real pea souper, with Tyra and Gavyn in the front ranks having to fend off the occassional walker that bumps into you.It's still early in the morning when you reach the Industrial 'bourg, the tangled mass of steam engines, water wheels and treadmills churning out the City of Ghosts' famed mechanika components. En route, you pass through the Waterfront, already bustling at this hour as barges shift cargo to and fro, with longshoremen and their mechankial aides unloading them onto the docks. You all have to scatter to the side of the street as a chain of wagons passes by, pulled by a clanking 'jack.You all gather around a hefty iron grille, fitted with a suspiciously new and shiny padlock, set into the cobbles in a small, round courtyard between a cluster of abandoned tenements that have become makeshift warehouses that tower up three storeys on all sides, badly whitewashed with brown half-timbre showng through. An old man, wearing a brown leather cowl and with dull eyes sits on a short set of stone stairs, just in front of a doorway with a wooden dorr hanging broken off brass hinges.Through that grille lies the ladder down into the sewers, where adventure (and, probably, effluent) await.</blockquote>