Tonight the party dive deeper into the tunnels beneath the warehouse only to find a blocked passage. The way forward lost and with their only leads being a few thieves they encountered in a crudely dug out room they are left with one last avenue to pursue.
So let’s wrap up this urban spelunking, grab out coffees to go and make haste back to where it started in tonight’s adventure!
Blocked Passage
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As the party watched the last of the surprised and under dressed thieves get their hands tied by the guards they took note of the room. A small space that resembled more mine or hovel than living quarters was dug by hand. The marks on the walls from the tools biting into the soil and rocks indicated that it had been dug by hand.
Four flat benches with a pile of blankets created the rough beds that the four men and women were sleeping on when the party followed the strange reverberating growl. The growl? The brawny woman snoring as near-snuffed lantern light cast flickering shadows on the walls. They found several goods, presumably stolen by the small group of thieves in a bag at the end of the woman’s bed.
When questioned they didn’t resist and told the party what they wanted, except for the identity of the man in the black cloak. They swore that they had seen no such man and that they only thing they had seen that was odd was one of the passageways heading towards the centre of the town had collapsed. They were planning to dig it out again before they were ambushed by the party and guards.
The passageway led towards the market district where it connected with the sewers that ran all throughout the city – a great way to move about undetected they assured the party. With the thieves in toe they were led to the blocked passage and it looked to be anything but naturally formed – someone wanted this passageway blocked but for what purpose? The thieves were escorted out and into the warehouse again where the door to the street creaked open slightly – it mustn’t have closed properly when they entered.
As they moved through the streets the thieves begged for mercy offering assistance and more if they would spare them from the jails and executioners block. The guards promised nothing but walked them towards the city watch headquarters. As they moved past the first of several large grates that led to the sewers below the party eyed the road that was lined sporadically with these grates.
At the end of the road was the temple to Helm. From this distance the party saw no priests out front, odd considering that they always had two clerics guarding the doors. As the city watch guards took the suspects in for questioning the party found their feet moving towards the temple, a sigh on the door saying ‘Closed. Come back tomorrow.’
Pushing on the door they found it jammed, as they pushed through the door they found the unconscious, yet alive, bodies of the two clerics who were on guard that morning pressed against the door. T A strong stench was smelt through the building as they pressed on wards. A large hole had formed in the floor leading to the sewers that ran beneath the temple. The door to the High Clerics room was smashed open and they see the form of Tyson who was slowly coming to.
Rushing towards Tyson, the other clerics and few patrons in the room looked injured but just knocked out they helped him sit. ‘Thank Helm that you’re here. There was an unnatural silence which even our prayers couldn’t break through before the floor erupted outwards. Some of the clerics were hit by flying debris and as we tended to their wounds we… Well I don’t know what happened. I remember turning as I wanted to check on the Shard and a sharp pain in my neck is the last thing I remember. That and a black cloak.’
Tyson stopped talking and stood to his feet, casting a prayer of healing on himself before moving to the patrons and other clerics to heal them. ‘We are in no state to pursue the thieves. I heard from Sister Emelia that her temple was also robbed of their shard a week past. Whoever is behind has a plan and if it involves those shards, the Realm Slayer will be reforged.’ he paused as a worried look crossed his face. ‘We can not let that happen, it would surely lead to war.’
The party received a small bag of supplies from the clerics as they fetched a ladder, normally for reaching tomes and scrolls from the quaint library. As the clerics lowered it so the party could reach the sewers without jumping down they saw mud covered foot prints leading along the walkway and deeper into the sewers ahead.
Thanks for visiting tonight for the expansion of this weeks adventure. The Cult of the Cursed Blade has revealed themselves and the party are first on the scene. Tomorrow we will cover the map and further set some of the scene on Friday. So don’t forget to come back the next two days so you don’t miss out! And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
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