Legacy Of The Deep (Pt. 1) - Escape From Zanzer's Dungeon

[Yellow Sign]

Here let me help, I still have my healing potion. Lucean give your potion to Raven and I will tend to Tanarel. says Morn.

Morn will give Tanarel his cure light wounds potion.

 

[Chauzu]

Morn and Geramon rush to aid Tanarel. As Morn slowly pours the potion into Tanarel's mouth, Geramon tries to bandage the wounds.

Geramon fails at his attempt to bandage his companion properly, but that is alright. Swallowing the last drop of potion, Tanarel jumps back up into conciousness. [Tanarel is at 3 HP.]

Raven fiddle-farts around with bandaging herself, while Lucian gives her his potion. Raven feels full of vitality and warmth again while drinking the potion, and definetly feels healed. As she does, her rage wears off, feeling a bit weaker, but she is more stabalized. [Raven gains 6 HP, which means she has 5 HP without rage.]

Axel feels his pants pockets again and sighs. "That potion would have been good right about now." He then turns around to take a look at the weapons, ignoring the others. "Which one... hmm..."

Axel rolls up his whip and shoves it into a sturdy part of his raggedy slave pants. He then decides he wanted something big, grabbing a halberd. "This should do the job," Axel says feeling the wait of the polearm.

 

[dddawson]

Lucian

"Very well, then. Raven, please take this elixir to preserve your life; it would be most unfortunate for you to finish vanquishing the enemy, only to fall at the end of battle. I would help with the binding of your wounds, but I fear that is not a field of endeavor I have practiced." He offers her the healing potion with a flourish and a bow.

Lucian takes a moment to look around the room. "At any rate, it seems that there are weapons aplenty, possibly sufficient to meet the preferences of all involved."

 

[Dungannon]

Sydney Halehearth

Recovering from the dizzying encounter with the hobgoblins, Sydney retrieves his dagger from the dead hobgoblin, as well as the dagger that it dropped.

He enters the armory and looks around. Seeing Tanarel & Raven both sorely wounded, he is torn. Choosing familiarity over beauty, he approaches Tanarel and unties his potion from his leg, offering it to him.

"Here, looks like you need this more than me. Wish I had more to offer. That's twice now you've been injured protecting me & the others."

He then goes over to the weapons racks and picks up a couple more daggers.

"A few more of these will come in handy, I think..."

OOC: Sydney now has five daggers, two from dead guards and three from the armory.

 

[arwel]

Tanarel

Gingerly Tanarel picks himself off the floor. As he does so he gives the nearest goblin a kick in the ribs. He turns to his friends, sweeping th hair out of his eyes as he does so.

"Thank you. I thought I was a gonner then."

He pauses for a moment, inspecting his remaining wounds, before kneeling down to offer a short prayer to his god."Mighty Hoar, Doombringer and Lord of the Three Thunders I thank you for sparing my life and allowing me to continue to serve the cause of vengeance and retribution. I shall not fail to bring your justice to those that deserve it."

As he gets up from his knee he stoops over one of the goblins and unbuckles his belt before fastening it around his waist and tucking the dagger into it. Examining the newly discovered weapons he picks up a bastard sword and tries it out, first in one hand, and then in both. "Too heavy, but it may fetch some gold in Wheloon." He reaches for a longsword and the goblin's small shield and a wide smile appears on his face as he straps it to his arm."I'm begining to feel a little more comfortable. Now lets get out of here, I'm gasping for a smoke.

 

[Chauzu]

If Tanarel drinks the potion of cure minor wounds that Sydney gave to him right now, he recovers 1 HP.

 

[Manzanita]

RAven

Raven takes a deep breath & leans against the wall, evidently exaughsted. She smiles weakly at Lucian & watches the scramble for healing & weapons.

After a few moments she picks up the short sword. She flips it so she holds the blade & offers the pommel to Lucian. Joy seems to burst through her weariness, as she eyes the racks of weapons. She keeps her eyes on these weapons as she speaks.

"Please take back your fine sword, Lucian. Thank you for its use, & may it serve you well."

She walks gingerly to the racks & weighs a bastard sword. "This will make a fine weapon for the battles ahead." She also takes a hand axe to complement her existing dagger.

 

[Dungannon]

Sydney Halehearth

After securing the daggers to his person, Sydney approaches the door leading out of the room. As he nears the door, he sees the dead prisoner lying on the ground.

"Poor bastard. I wonder what brought him to this place, this end..."

Sydney then approaches the corpse for a closer look on who this might have been.

 

[dddawson]

Lucian

"Please take back your fine sword, Lucian. Thank you for its use, & may it serve you well."

Lucian accepts his sword back with a smile. He waits until Raven is occupied looking for new weapons, then gives his blade a quick inspection and cleaning before buckling it back on.

Walking into the new room, he goes over to where Sydney is inspecting the body. "Another few moments, and he could have joined us in our attempt to regain our liberty. Alternately, had any of us been a bit slower in being brought down, we could have been in his place. Ah, well. As my sister so often said, though not in the common tongue, it must be stressed (for she would have nothing to do with anything common, least of all a common tongue)...that is life, is it not?"

 

[Dungannon]

Sydney Halehearth

"I'm not much into religion & all that, but I think it'd be nice if someone said a prayer or something for him. I mean, I know we know nothing about him but if he was a prisoner here like us then I don't think he coulda been all that bad. Not like those guards & hobgoblins & such, who deserved what they got for being mean & nasty & just plain bad."