Blessed-one
a long journey ahead
thanks Blondie, sorry about it.
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name: Carwain Klee
age: 26
gender: male
description: short brown hair with a tint of red, dark eyes.
appearance: wears comfortable clothing, carries a bag across his shoulder which often contains some quite interesting stuff. A rod hangs just within reach on his belt around the waist.
Wealth: depends
Bio: Worked around everywhere, basically, his job was to provide intelligence for the guild of well... intelligence! He met Oridea quite some years back when she bumped into one of his operations, and they became fast friends afterwards.
Personality: Humourous in most occasions, and tried to be light-hearted in difficult situations. If he started to get serious for a long period of time, something wrong was surely afoot.
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They started to turn back to the exit when Carwain put out a hand, "There's another more unobtrusive way. The guards on this time shift are probably at the exit right now."
"Lead on," Ivan said.
Turning his back swiftly, he led them on to yet a lower part of the dungeon. Some torches were missing and the cries of prisoners receded into nothingness.
"Don't tell me, your escape route?" Oridea whispered.
"Actually, my break-in route," he replied.
It didn't take long when Carwain stopped. They were standing in a deserted corridor, and directly beneath their feet was...
Carwain bent down, "John," he motioned with his hand. Taking his hint, Ivan followed suit, together, they lifted the circular lid up and moved it aside. The noise sounded like thunder in their ears.
"What's it?" Emily said softly.
Carwain flashed her a smile, "Sorry about this, it may get a bit ... messy from now on, but we'll make it out in one piece."
Ivan peered into the darkness, "The sewer?" he surmised.
"Underground highway, to be precise," Carwain answered.
"I've heard of that," Ivan said, watching as Oridea lowered herself into the opening and started to climb downwards. Ivan went next, then it was Emily's turn.
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name: Carwain Klee
age: 26
gender: male
description: short brown hair with a tint of red, dark eyes.
appearance: wears comfortable clothing, carries a bag across his shoulder which often contains some quite interesting stuff. A rod hangs just within reach on his belt around the waist.
Wealth: depends
Bio: Worked around everywhere, basically, his job was to provide intelligence for the guild of well... intelligence! He met Oridea quite some years back when she bumped into one of his operations, and they became fast friends afterwards.
Personality: Humourous in most occasions, and tried to be light-hearted in difficult situations. If he started to get serious for a long period of time, something wrong was surely afoot.
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They started to turn back to the exit when Carwain put out a hand, "There's another more unobtrusive way. The guards on this time shift are probably at the exit right now."
"Lead on," Ivan said.
Turning his back swiftly, he led them on to yet a lower part of the dungeon. Some torches were missing and the cries of prisoners receded into nothingness.
"Don't tell me, your escape route?" Oridea whispered.
"Actually, my break-in route," he replied.
It didn't take long when Carwain stopped. They were standing in a deserted corridor, and directly beneath their feet was...
Carwain bent down, "John," he motioned with his hand. Taking his hint, Ivan followed suit, together, they lifted the circular lid up and moved it aside. The noise sounded like thunder in their ears.
"What's it?" Emily said softly.
Carwain flashed her a smile, "Sorry about this, it may get a bit ... messy from now on, but we'll make it out in one piece."
Ivan peered into the darkness, "The sewer?" he surmised.
"Underground highway, to be precise," Carwain answered.
"I've heard of that," Ivan said, watching as Oridea lowered herself into the opening and started to climb downwards. Ivan went next, then it was Emily's turn.
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