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Rando
Guest
To all players -
You are all led to the back of this crowded room, and there is no room for privicy. There are young mothers nursing thier children, and people squated over chamber-pots, trying thier best to be inconspicuos. People try in vain to sleep amid the squaller and noise, and over in one far corner, several children prod a rat with a stick, the only game to play.
But, it seems at least one person is aforded his own space...the Seer.
Once you are all in the farthest corner (judging by the empty racks and barrels around, it would seem that this place was once a wine celler), the young man who is guiding you pulls aside a shelf. He looks around cautiosly, and then prys up a few boards in the wall, revealing a passage way.
"Go on" says your guide. "When you are done with him, or when he is done with you, just knock and I'll let you back out."
After you all crawl into the hole in the wall, the young man puts the boards back in place and slides the shelf in front.
You all find yourselves in a dark, thin passage. It smells of stale wine and mold. Far off in the darkness, you can see the glimmer of toarch light, and can hear a man's moans...
You are all led to the back of this crowded room, and there is no room for privicy. There are young mothers nursing thier children, and people squated over chamber-pots, trying thier best to be inconspicuos. People try in vain to sleep amid the squaller and noise, and over in one far corner, several children prod a rat with a stick, the only game to play.
But, it seems at least one person is aforded his own space...the Seer.
Once you are all in the farthest corner (judging by the empty racks and barrels around, it would seem that this place was once a wine celler), the young man who is guiding you pulls aside a shelf. He looks around cautiosly, and then prys up a few boards in the wall, revealing a passage way.
"Go on" says your guide. "When you are done with him, or when he is done with you, just knock and I'll let you back out."
After you all crawl into the hole in the wall, the young man puts the boards back in place and slides the shelf in front.
You all find yourselves in a dark, thin passage. It smells of stale wine and mold. Far off in the darkness, you can see the glimmer of toarch light, and can hear a man's moans...