Morgana takes her crowbar back, sliding the padded device into her sack. "Thank you kindly, Tyril." She pats the halfling on the shoulder with a gloved hand before descending into the depths, the goggles affixed over her eyes. She follows after Anthix, checking their flanks while trusting he had the front. 

Perception: 7

Ooc: right my bad! 

Continues to peer into the dark "we are clear, start coming down... Just becareful" 

Perception: 8

Astrid has lowered herself into some dark places before, while conducting field archaeology; but none had smelled quite this awful, even in the jungle.

She lowers herself into the sewers with a small splash, and draws a truncheon from beneath her cape. ”What?” (anyone with Darkvision can see her shrug self consciously) “So I hate rats, okay?”
Perception: 9

"don't worry, the rats while disgusting are probably the least of our worries down here.... Least I hope they are the most worry some and this will be a breeze of summers air though here" Anthix smiles and pats Astrid's arm to try and comfort her. 

Tyril motions for everyone to go before him as he turns to keep watch behind them, "I will bring up the rear friends, I'd rather not let anyone slip in behind us undetected..." Tyril affixes the darkvison goggles about over his eyes and looks around in a small moment of amazement, but shakes the moment of astonishment off before resting his hands on the hilt of his rapier keeping an eye out behind them. 

Quendar wrinkles his nose at the smell coming up from the opening. It's bad but not as bad as he expected it to be. Looking down at his spotless boots, cloak and clothing, he sighs heavily.

He climbs down quickly. While the smell he could do without, the darkness does offer some comfort.

"Anthix, allow me to join you," Quendar says. "I have likely spent more time underground than the rest of you combined. I do not diminish your own gifts and these clever goggles, but my eyes will see the farthest of any of us in this darkness."

Trusting Anthix is looking for guards and other creatures of the sewers, Quendar will focus on looking for tripwires and other traps.

Perception: 14  

"Anthix," Quendar says in a quiet voice. "We should scout ahead to the bend in the tunnel. If we still see nothing then we can risk some light for those who can't see."

Quendar does his best to avoid the worst of the accumulations in the sewer, and stays as far away from the piles of rubbish as possible, occasionally holding a hand over his mouth and nose when the smell gets to be too much. At each step, he puts his foot down gingerly, as much to not step in anything too unpleasant as it is to avoid making noise.

Stealth: 6   

Perception: 13

OOC: Whoa my bad I posted this during the dndbeyond outage that happened, it must not have saved my post.

Tyril glances around the ground level looking for any guards or wandering eyes that may have been too keen on them. He grins a bit at Graces comment, he knew that drop wouldn’t be too rough for him, but her kindness made him smile. 

"Don't worry Grace, I'm sure Vivi and I can assist you to the bottom. Don't worry about me." He said with a wink, "My family name is Strongbones for a reason!"

"very well, probably for the best to at least give the group an idea...." slowly sneaks up ahead with Quendar to see what possibly could be hidden around the bend,hopefully nothing deadly but who knows with sewers this old.

Stealth: 20

OOC: All posts with rolls need to include RP, please.

Tyril watched watches both ends of the alley but doesn't notice anyone observing them.

Quendar and Anthix move ahead 45ft. Anthix moves deftly while Quendar stumbles trying to avoid the waste and steps on a metallic object sending echoes ahead.

Perception checks for Anthix and Quendar looking around the corner.

Anthix winces slightly heading the clank of metal echoing a bit down the stone sewer, trying his best to ignore it and focus in front of him. He narrows his eyes glancing around in the dark as well as listening for any movement that might cause harm to the group.

Perception: 19

Quendar looks down at the metallic object he stepped on. I'll take that over the pile of excrement over there, he thinks to himself.

Moving to the corner bend in the tunnel Anthix, he looks around the corner to see if his noisy step alerted anyone to their presence, using his vision to focus on the area past where Anthix would be looking.

Perception: 10   

Vivi offers her hand to Grace as she strides towards the manhole, walking her mime puppet over with her. “Just take my hand Ms Copperpot, we’ll see you safely down.” She smiles warmly at the halfling woman as she assists her before climbing down herself keeping the charade of puppetry as she goes. (Ooc - This will be going on for 10 minutes so please let me know when its up and the spell is cast.)

Morgana stands at the bottom, waiting to catch Grace. "Come, now. Watch your steps. It's pretty nasty down here" She says, quietly, helping the halfling navigate the darkness. 

As the group continues to move, Morgana keeps a quiet step and sharp eye out from the middle of the group, a hand close to one of her throwing knives should any nasty critter pop out of a warren.

Perception: 25

Stealth:  26

OOC: I'd say with everyone getting down and you casting before it's about done.

"Thank you, Viv," Grace replies taking Viv's help.

Viv give me an athletics check.

Tyril give me an athletics check to replace the grate by yourself apparently as you climb down too by yourself.

OOC: Anyone below can help her to give them an advantage but you'll have to go back up to do so especially Tyril who's standing alone in an alley right now above an open sewer grate.

Anthix can see the curve goes on for another 25ft before a shadowy opening to the right of the sewer before the passage goes another 10ft before the line of sight disappears into another curve.

Quendar isn't about to see beyond Anthix before the blind curve cuts off a line of sight.

As the last of his troupe descends into the darkness, Tyril sheathes his rapier and begins to descend just far enough and begins to slowly pull the grate back over to recover their retreat. He strains a bit to keep balance on the way down. With a slightly strain in his core and arms he attempts to lower the grate...

Athletics Check: 6

Tyril is unsuccessful shifting the grate and is hanging from the lip of the street above with a 10ft drop below him!

OOC: I'm assuming that with a 25 on Morgana's perception, she picks up the issue very quickly.

"Hang on, Tyril!" Morgana sharply whispers, scaling back up to the manhole to reach out with a free hand to the dangling halfling.

Athletics 6

Just kneels down waiting for the group to catch up as I watch down the hall to make sure nothing starts to come towards us. Glancing back behind now and then to also check on the group to make sure they a progress ahead alright.