4.4 Footway Robber - Who would visit the suffering of four divergences upon themselves
05-14-2020, 02:18 PM
[Andrea (Stealth): 8,5,3 Result: HALT HERETIC]
Andrea feigns compliance. As soon as the guards return to their posts she sneaks back towards the temple. She manages her way inside undetected. She hurries further into the main chamber and finds a position inside the room not visible to passerby's on the street. The room she has snuck into is large. The vaulted cieling is high enough to stand two Zwiche's atop one another. All along the walls are innumerable scrawled names. Those lowest to the ground are especially weathered and ancient, written in a script that is too simplistic to be an older version of Imperial. There are three interior passageways that lead off from the main chamber. Andrea is about to look into exploring the nearest one when a woman enters the room from opposite passage. The woman is dressed in a patterened sarong and a cloth vest. She drops the vase she is carrying from the shock of happening upon Andrea. A light brown powder spills across the ground.
Woman in Sarong-[Imperial]: "AH! Begone idler! Tis not the cycle of fealty! Begone lest the guard come and restrain thee in the stockade for the night!"
Andrea feigns compliance. As soon as the guards return to their posts she sneaks back towards the temple. She manages her way inside undetected. She hurries further into the main chamber and finds a position inside the room not visible to passerby's on the street. The room she has snuck into is large. The vaulted cieling is high enough to stand two Zwiche's atop one another. All along the walls are innumerable scrawled names. Those lowest to the ground are especially weathered and ancient, written in a script that is too simplistic to be an older version of Imperial. There are three interior passageways that lead off from the main chamber. Andrea is about to look into exploring the nearest one when a woman enters the room from opposite passage. The woman is dressed in a patterened sarong and a cloth vest. She drops the vase she is carrying from the shock of happening upon Andrea. A light brown powder spills across the ground.
Woman in Sarong-[Imperial]: "AH! Begone idler! Tis not the cycle of fealty! Begone lest the guard come and restrain thee in the stockade for the night!"
