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#2020-07-31 13:47:42, as written by CrossKnight35

Lio smiled graciously and stepped to the side. "Arc en Lume is a magical place," he claimed, "And some of that magic trickles down into the sewer system. Does wonders on the rodents. They get big. Real big. Bite-your-arm-off big." He beamed, lifted the manhole lid and gestured for them to slip down. "Ladies first."

The Beaucourt sewers, South side. Beneath the glimmering jewel of the main city, away from the shine of sun and lamp. The bricks here had stood for ages, dull and green and layered with centuries-old muck and grime. The group made their way across a stone path, set beside a stagnant river. Light shone forth from Wilthro's eyes, illuminating their way through the darkness. It was more sludge than water; thick, without even a twinkle of light reflected upon its surface. When they peered closer, the group caught the vaguest glimpse of trash - Wasted food, rotten meat, broken furniture - all clumped together underneath the river. The scent of decay was strong, strong enough to make the eyes water and the stomach churn.

The sound of pouring water echoed in the distance, faster than a drip, more of a drizzle, traveling miles away within the silence. Tiny feet skittered away as the group traveled, scurrying into crevices too dark and small for human eyes. The further they went, the larger the place seemed. Grand arches hung over their heads, and ancient columns jut into the shadow-shrouded ceiling. Ahead, the sound of laughter pricked their ears. A high, shrill giggle, ringing from the steps below, towards the deepest, darkest region of the sewers.

“Look at this one, hihihihiihi, he’s still twitchin’!”

“Tha’ means the meat’s still fresh… hehehe… Georgina will be ‘appy tonight…”

Two figures hunched over fallen bodies. Straps of leather fastened over bare, sallow skin. Pauldrons, knee pads, and elbow guards, scavenged from rust-eaten scrap and adorned with needle-sharp and needle-thin spikes. Their hand axes were fresh with blood, slick, glossy and shining amidst the green of the sewers… as they dripped onto the corpses below. Ashera’s elven pupils dilated as she saw it - etched upon the bodies, amidst white robes sullied by blood, the emblem of the Sacred Flame, a shining sun set upon a golden circle.

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located in Zoltia, a part of The Gala-Dor Expedition, one of the many universes on RPG.

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