Rowan Harlow
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- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
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The intermediary tunnels leading from the slums to the city proper stank with chemicals and spice. At one time, Rowan had been taught, these tunnels had seen bloodshed unimaginable as his ancestors fought off the forces of the corrupt Queen Lucille during the Alderaanian civil war. Now the defensible warren was used by criminal Spice creators to line their pockets and serve as a kind of barrier between the lower city and the denizens of the mountaintop. Unlike the slavers who had died to a man, and woman, below, these people might just be useful to Rowan. Or at least the Venatori. If they were a bit careful here, they might have the ability to turn this to their own benefit.
Just before the entrance to the first set of caves, Rowan paused with his two companions to show from his holoprojector a small map of the area. "Sometimes it pays to be the descendant of the rightful owners of a place you're invading. I don't think these fools even have this kind of map of these tunnels. This will give us an edge, though only a slight one. Now, we can either just blow through and kill everyone, or we can take out the guards and force these Spice cookers to work for us instead. I leave it to your discretion on which route to go, though obviously the latter is a more perilous path. We move when you two are ready."
@christhebarker @Nightfall
((OOC: About to make a dice thread, feel free to start rolling with your first posts if you want))