Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160707120300

((Sorry people - have been hiking my ass off these past few days, posting from a crappy restaurant on a crappy phone. I might just appoint someone as a temporary co gm just to advance the plot while I'm away. I think I'll be reaching out to ReD soon and share details on skype, if you're okay with it.))

((I'm also going to fast forward this abit, otherwise we're getting nowhere - or not very far in a long period of time.))

Richard gasped as he finally made it across, followed by Sebastien who jumped over the last, small invisible piece of the bridge just to assure himself that he was on the rocky ground of the high wall instead of the unseen enigma.

"Well?!" Sebastien said as he placed his hands on his knees. "Are we going or not?!" He yelled to the others.

"C..C'mon, you slowpokes!" Richard yelled as well at the other Undead. "We're not waiting!"

With that, the three knights - the Brass, the Spurned and the Blue-Clad knight slowly continued along the High Wall, heading to one of the nearby towers in order to get a good vantage point over the area.

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"And we must get going!" Aerzed said, shoving the Knightess and Abello aside, clearly having run out of patience. Josephine managed to stand her ground, although Abello landed on his buttocks in the knee-deep water, causing the fine royal armor to be stained with mud and be captivated by the stench of feces and dung.

The knightess shot a glare behind the redguard, before offering a hand to the silent poet. Abello simply turned away, not giving her as much a look or a nod as he rose up by himself, using the wall as support. He seemed braindead, not giving his surroundings or the people around him any attention. He simply followed the redguard with a slow pace, his arms hanging loosely to the side of his body.

The redguard leading, the group of undead following, they walked for various hours through the sewers - first it was rather flat and the altitudr didn't change much. However, an inquisitive nature would notice that they were slowly but surely going downhill.

The sewers changed little over that course of time, but eventually a dim cistern appeared in the gloom in front of them from a distance. The water circled around the wooden platform in the centre, and the water, first green and blue started becoming crimson and black as they approached it. Corpses floated with the stream, which were clad in leather armor belonging to those with something to hide; either cutthroats or thieves, judging by the dark brown and black-red motifs of their attire.

((Typos galore, prolly.))