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 Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 9:11 pm
As you walk up to the storm cellar doors you notice a very brawny thug step out form the shadows along side a rather scrawny ... thug.
"Oy! If'n ya ain't on da list, ya can't get in! Gawtit!?"
((If you are in the thieves' guild, or if your character is suicidal, continue to the next post.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 9:14 pm
The cellar is smokey and warm inside. There seems to be a faint hint of something foul in the air but the cook fires and various types of pipe smoke seem to cover up the smell pretty well. The place is dimly lit with shady characters moving about it every corner.
Toward the center of the room is a larger firepit with people gambling or dancing or canoodling.
There are a few tables set up and many sleeping pallettes lie about.
It is almost impossible to pick out anyone's face until you are right up on them.
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