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« on: January 30, 2013, 10:05:25 am »
As the group was in consensus about their next goal, theywent to the storage rooms.
These take almost half of hte underground of the Zwellenstein Keep. Small storage rooms, big storage rooms, tight corridors, cramped rooms. Freezers, wine storages, piles of dusty old crates and furniture.
(Special battlefield condition: Max.4 players per Side in battle, reservists replace others on death)
Suddenly, as the group went around the corner, there was a squeak of terror coming from somewhere in front of them. It was pair of maids, hidden in a shadowy corner.
"You, you are Princess' guard! Are the enemy soldiers gone? Can we go back up?" Asked the shorter of them, no more than twenty years old. Their clothes were a bit dusty and actually it looked like thay've spent most of the morning here, in the storage rooms.
"We were going to get some cloth and clean water and herbs for the Princess' guards. Is it safe to go?" The taller one added and then they looked both at the guards.