Re: District: The Roe
Angel: The Roe proves to be a twisting labyrinth of narrow streets, dead-end alleyways, shanty structures, and seedy businesses. Yet it is one that practically seems to call to you. There is purpose to be found here, and you have never been one to shy away from something just because of a bad first impression. It is not long before you begin noticing some of the beggars and vagrants eyeing you. And occasionally, pointing wordlessly as you make eye contact. Up one street. Down another. Through an alley here and there. They say nothing as you move through the district, but their eyes and gestures lead you on. It seems news of a good deed travels quickly in this town.
You soon find yourself walking up a street with a slight decline. At the very end of it, built directly into the cavern wall, is a cozy little tavern; built to resemble the sort you associate with the Midlands. Hard-baked clay, packed and molded to form a single structure, rather than bricks to make one up. Wood roofing and facades built up here and there. There is no sign, but you don’t need one to identify the place. The empty streets directly around it and the two dozen men and women moving about within, all clad in uniform black leather and mail, is all the identifier you need. This is the Sunless Solarium. A pair of bouncers, similarly dressed in black chain-and-leather armor stand on either side of the open front door leading in. There is a great deal of noise coming from inside. Most of it is quite pleasant...
Mezzaline & Soren: Between the two of you, you are able to navigate the subterranean streets of the Roe without a great deal of difficulty. There are a few points where you get hopelessly lost, yet the path you are on leads ever onward toward its goal. About an hour into your search, you accidentally turn down what appears to be a shortcut over to the next street. However, it ends up being a dead end. Just as you reach the solid wall at the back of the alley, a pair thickly muscled human in black cloaks move in to cut off your way back out. Of their faces, you can make out a pale violet glow, but no other features thanks to the concealing shadows of their dark cowled hoods.
“Looking for something down here, friends?”
“Perhaps something we can help you find?”
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