<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/QoFQlHg.png)</div><strong><em>Maddie Boomwright</em></strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301960.msg14779668#msg14779668)<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 10/10;<strong>AC</strong>: 15;<strong>Init</strong>: 12<br/><em>Bringing up the rear and handling the cartography</em><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-03-27 11:01:51, Maddie (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=134050)</div></div><br/>As the group continued their slow march through the twisting, narrow passages of the Lower Wards' sewers, Maddie brought up the rear.  To say that she was<em>comfortable</em>with the environments would be a bit of an exaggeration, but she'd at least been prepared for it.  The bandanna around her neck was drawn up and over her nose, covering a crude mask lined with charcoal that helped filter the stagnant air in these deep tunnels, she had boots that were both high and water-proofed to keep off the worst of the fetid sewage from her, and she'd exchanged her usual long coat with a heavy jacket whose collar was drawn up high to ward off the chill and dripping water that condensed along the fitted stonework.  It was a bit of a departure from the sanitary clutter of the Tinkerer's Guild, but Maddie had never been squeamish about mucking about in the deep works.<br/><br/>After all, no matter how foul the stench, it was a distinct kind of terrible from the war.  It helped to keep her grounded and in the moment as she consulted the map she'd copied from the city's water works department.  She'd thought it would aid their search, and all it had cost her was a promise to annotate differences she encountered and provide the map back to the department when she was done.  In a city like Sharn, it paid to have eyes in the dark and secret places.  Unsanctioned tunneling was a common issue as smugglers, crooks, and spies tried to move about unseen ... to say nothing of the oozes and other monstrosities that occasionally bubbled up from below the inhabited levels of the city.  Of course, part of what made them such popular locations for the riff raff was that the Lower Wards were so frequently neglected by the budgetary concerns of the local government ... technicians didn't tend to come down here until something clogged or collapsed.<br/><br/>Which left a need to be filled by a sufficiently enterprising (and heavily armed) group of individuals.  The only thing better than getting a job was figuring out a way to get paid for it twice, if they were going to be making an exhaustive search of the sewers<em>anyway</em>, Maddie had reasoned, why<em>not</em>take the pittance for public service as a bonus?<br/><br/>Using the light provided by Van's torch, Maddie had just finished marking off the series of passages they'd just finished scouting when she heard the low hum of insect wings fill the air.  48 was already responding with the drilled precision that Maddie had come to expect from the Warforged, whereas Maddie quickly crumpled the broad paper she had and worked to stuff it in a pocket under her jacket.