Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-1734134-20170210233259

The troops lead you to the sewer, which itself is being guarded by a large contingent of police and army forces. They open the hatch, allowing you to descend down, the skirmishers moving ahead and quickly advancing through the foul smelling sludge. You pass a number of small checkpoints and wandering guards, and after almost half an hour of trudging and slogging your way through filth, one of the soldiers pipes up,

"We're beyond the city limits, eta 15 mins before we're beneath rebel positions, watch yourselves..."

The tunnels here are older, some carved, others built by hand. The stonework is impressive, with refined statues of angels and saints scattered along the path, making it clear this place wasn't always a sewer, along with stained and battered mosaics and images of gods and warrior kings. But sound up ahead alerts you, the scuttling of boots and sound of radio chatter.