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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 2372128" data-attributes="member: 16166">[sblock]Knowledge - local (DC 15) +17 - SuccessBardic Knowledge (DC variable) +10 - Partial Success[/sblock]Occasionally Ghost would stumble through the quasi-darkness and discover a grate that lead to the outside world, but either it was locked and rusted shut or the grill was high in the ceiling with the ladder long broken and inaccessable.Eventually he would sleep, uncomfortable, tired, and feeling more than a little wretched, but there were enough nooks and crannies in the sewers to find somewhere safe.  The morning light from a nearby grill and the sound of the street above is enough to wake him, and the dirty light that filters in from above would give Ghost enough light to see by, for the moment.The noise above him was a strange hammering and belting sound, loud enough to echo through the tunnels so loud as to wake him with a headache.  What was that infernal noise?The Steel City.Somehow he had wandered across one of the Apartments' borders and made it beneath the Steel City, the area where most of the smiths deal with clients and do mass production work for warlords, builders or merchants trading with other suburbs.Ghost had a vague recollection that The Hunter's territory didn't stretch this far, simply because many of the smiths could afford to equip their own personal armies to protect them against the ravenous tribes, gangs, and criminals of The Apartments.Rubbing his eyes a little to clear the grime away, Ghost looked up through the grill to see an Orcish man gathering ore for the morning work, walking back and forth.  His shadow flickered across the elf's face, causing him to look away as the bright morning sun attempted to blind him.  And there it was.Painted quite clearly at the base of the shaft was the symbol of the Hunters, as clear and new as if it was painted yesterday.</blockquote>

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