The pipes are more oval than round, wider than they are tall. The top of the pipe is about 6 1/2 feet from the bottom, but it stretches perhaps 8 feet across. The sides are tiled in roughly carved slabs of limestone, mortared together and treated with some sort of weather-proof lacquer, though over the years this weather proofing has chipped and flaked away.
There is a narow rivulet of water running down the center of these pipes, heading towards the bay. Algae grows freely where the water runs, and in the pools and puddles of standing water that accumulate in the irregularites of the stone. The pipes are wide enough for two friendly people to stand side by side without hunching over, assuming they are short enough to being with, but combat in such a confined space will be close work.
With your lights capped, you press yourselves to the sides of the pipe, waiting for the voices to draw near. "Which one are we getting?" "Finlay's Dream, just to the other side of the Righteous Might, dolt. Pay attention." "Is that to the right?" "By the Siblings! Weren't you listening? Left when it opens!" The pale blue lights from their arcane torches bounce around as they walk, splashing along in the stream.
They come in a line, perhaps 5 feet apart from each other. They appear to be dressed in heavy black cloth or leather, and have grease paint on their faces and hands. Each carries a shoulder bag or pack, and each are armed with daggers and short swords, though none are carrying their weapons drawn.
The first two pass your intersection, arguing with each other about which way to turn once they get to the bay. The third man pauses as he reaches the opening of your pipe, and slows to a stop. He flashes his light to the floor. "Hey, uh... Porter? I think there's some-..." As he says this, he brings his light up to shine down your pipe and lights up Ven, the blue casting a hellish glow to Ven's dark features. The man behind the one who spotted you is quick on the draw, and whips out his short sword and a dagger dropping his back to the ground...
--->The first three are surprised, the last guy will be acting this turn. Give me initiatives and actions, and let the melee begin!
There is a narow rivulet of water running down the center of these pipes, heading towards the bay. Algae grows freely where the water runs, and in the pools and puddles of standing water that accumulate in the irregularites of the stone. The pipes are wide enough for two friendly people to stand side by side without hunching over, assuming they are short enough to being with, but combat in such a confined space will be close work.
With your lights capped, you press yourselves to the sides of the pipe, waiting for the voices to draw near. "Which one are we getting?" "Finlay's Dream, just to the other side of the Righteous Might, dolt. Pay attention." "Is that to the right?" "By the Siblings! Weren't you listening? Left when it opens!" The pale blue lights from their arcane torches bounce around as they walk, splashing along in the stream.
They come in a line, perhaps 5 feet apart from each other. They appear to be dressed in heavy black cloth or leather, and have grease paint on their faces and hands. Each carries a shoulder bag or pack, and each are armed with daggers and short swords, though none are carrying their weapons drawn.
The first two pass your intersection, arguing with each other about which way to turn once they get to the bay. The third man pauses as he reaches the opening of your pipe, and slows to a stop. He flashes his light to the floor. "Hey, uh... Porter? I think there's some-..." As he says this, he brings his light up to shine down your pipe and lights up Ven, the blue casting a hellish glow to Ven's dark features. The man behind the one who spotted you is quick on the draw, and whips out his short sword and a dagger dropping his back to the ground...
--->The first three are surprised, the last guy will be acting this turn. Give me initiatives and actions, and let the melee begin!
Jaleph casts Charm Person one more time, save DC 15.
