Who: Captain Wilcar, Stone, Altair, Ari, Siana
What: Spelunking for Secrets
Where: The sewers of Emillion
When: During the fireworks - night
Rating: Mild Violence, some curses I'm sure. I don't think there'll be any banging, but, well, Siana can get pretty wild after a fight (
allegedly...)
Status:Uh-mazing...and complete
The signal was the cheering of the crowds. Soft feet swept through remnants of ticker tape, hugged the strings of their instruments, strapped weaponry to their sides and covered with blasers and capes. The sun sunk behind clouds, inching towards the horizon, coloring the world in rose and violet. In growing shadow, a dark silhouette stood, cape blowing in the breeze. Wil was a notable figure, giant tall and broad of shoulder, the tattered linen cape fairly wrapped around him twice and falling to near tatters around his knees. Stormwind, his heavy-spear rifle, was slightly taller than him and held to his back by a massive leather strap that crossed his chest, right shoulder to left hip. It's tip crowned with a large, dull halberd end, deadly sharp and clean.
To meet, they would converge on him at the corner of a nondescript bridge, home to any number of sweet water vendors. They would enter before true darkness fell and emerge, hopefully, as the sky was filled with brightly colored flashes. Like they all would, he hoped, he had a bundle of a second cape ready for hiding and was prepared to burn his first. It was a good practice for underhanded work. Also good practice if you had little to no motivation to ever get a piece of linen free from whatever lichen and grossness existed in the sewers. His boots, however, he would have to see about.
( To the sewers! )