**As they descended below the Night City, Rhett lead them into a length of dank tunnel that was covered with yellow and green lichen, the rocks were glistening and slick with dampness and they could feel cool air from up ahead. The silent deputy went on for about five minutes like this, not saying a word, until they came to a gate of thick black iron bars, the center of which held a giant lock and silvered chain of some unknown material.**
Rhett - Right. This is as far as I go. The passageway is connected to the old tunnels from here, and there is a different entrance back at the Old Fort, but those are sealed off from the access tunnels. No one has been down here in ages, I'd wager, maybe longer. I don't know what you should expect, but we've pretty much tracked the bastard this far and know he's been using the tunnels, just not how. Take this, it will alert me when you are done, and I can come back to let you out. Good luck.
**Rhett lead the three companions around to an overrun part of Sylvan's southern walls that bordered the forest, covered in ivy where the plant life had grown close and not been kept back in the wild. After what seemed like the young deputy was just ambling around in the dark, he stopped, running his hand across the wall he pushed down, and suddenly there was a loud noise of hinges uncoiling and rusted levers moving. At the base of the wall Rhett opened a passageway that held stone steps leading down into the earth**
THE WARM SPRING NIGHT CURLS ITSELF SILENTLY AROUND
Riverside like a sleepy cat. One by one the stars come out in the clear sky,
twinkling cheerily over whatever mischief is brewing below them in the twists
of streets and houses there tonight. Under their gaze the chimneys rise up in
jagged argument, cold and still and picturesque. From the celestial heights the
arbitrary acts of life seem patterned like a fairy-tale landscape, populated by
charming and eccentric figures. The glittering observers require vital doses of
joy and pain, sudden reversals of fortune, dire portents, and untimely deaths.
Life itself proceeds in its unpredictable infinite patterns
—so unlike the measured dance of stars—until, for the satisfaction of their
entertainment, the watchers choose a point at which to stop.
**Whether your dreams are true dreams or false, entering the eternal Night City will prove them out. There are four entrances one may come by, the Queen's Gate, Moon's Gate, the Noble's Gate or the aptly named Mud Gate: These are the Gates of Horn and Ivory.**
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Non-Staff Quasi-ModRhett - Right. This is as far as I go. The passageway is connected to the old tunnels from here, and there is a different entrance back at the Old Fort, but those are sealed off from the access tunnels. No one has been down here in ages, I'd wager, maybe longer. I don't know what you should expect, but we've pretty much tracked the bastard this far and know he's been using the tunnels, just not how. Take this, it will alert me when you are done, and I can come back to let you out. Good luck.
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Non-Staff Quasi-Mod**Rhett lead the three companions around to an overrun part of Sylvan's southern walls that bordered the forest, covered in ivy where the plant life had grown close and not been kept back in the wild. After what seemed like the young deputy was just ambling around in the dark, he stopped, running his hand across the wall he pushed down, and suddenly there was a loud noise of hinges uncoiling and rusted levers moving. At the base of the wall Rhett opened a passageway that held stone steps leading down into the earth**
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