Shackled City - Chapter II

[hippocrachus]

With his attention away from the dark creeper, Orpheus notices Zeric trying not to look worn-out coming towards them.
"That was fast..."

 

[Verbatim]

Zeric's eyes locked onto the dandy and although his first impulse was to snap back in self defense, he knew the time for giving into such petty acts were over.

"The kidnappers are aware of us...the summons I heard was not from Priestess Urikas, a fact she was not pleased to have to tell me..."

Forcing himself to stand tall, Zeric looked over to the figure held in the tall elf's hands.

"Where did you catch this one at?"

 

[hippocrachus]

Orpheus cups his mouth between his thumb and index finger, giving off the look of someone trying to be astute.
"It was here," he replies after a second, seeming to want to ask the warrior something in return, but leaves it out, thinking the present more important.
"What's your title, slimy-eight-hearted-dirt-eater?" Orpheus asks the dark creeper.

 

[Dhes]

Elyas casually leans against the wall, taking in the actions of his companions with some amusement. The mage looks surprised as he notes the return of the big man from what ever summons he received. “I think your undercommon is coming along nicely” Elyas says to Orpheus “although, I think that the Dark Creeper as it is called thinks you would be very happy if you could live out your life as a worm.”

Approaching the Creeper, (in Undercommon) “My friends here would appreciate it if you could show us some cooperation.” Pointing to Zeric “You see that big man over there, the one that looks like he just killed a dragon single-handedly. He probably did, so being helpful would properly be better for your health.”

 

[hippocrachus]

Orpheus stares at Elyas with his lips pursed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asks almost to himself, narrowing his eyes. He doesn't expect an answer and just listens to the mage talk.

 

[Verbatim]

Watching and listening as the scribe and dandy speak to the grey skinned creature, Zeric hoped the two of them knew what they were asking. Once again the urge to snap an order to them formed on his lips, but he killed it just as quickly.

~If we are to find the children, we must use all of our strengths...~

When the scribe turned the creeper to face his way, Zeric stared hard into the smaller creature's eyes, looking for any sign of recognition from it.

~Shades...it looks just like the others we killed...~

 

[kirinke]

Alinis looks at Zeric. "Damn. I figured that they would have to notice us sooner or later. I was hoping for later." she says, keeping a firm grip on the creature, not trusting it for a moment.

 

[Mimic]

Althorn notices the out of breath warrior, giving him a quick nod of acknowledgment before returning his notice back to what he found, at the very least this should be able to purchase a few healing potions or some minor healing scrolls.

"Get the information and be done with it, we don't know how long his friends will be gone. And it looks like they were planning on staying here awhile" He adds showing the minor trinkets he found

 

[Majin]

The dark creeper nods its acceptance at bringing you where you want. "To the Malachite Fortress we must go," it says relucatantly.

 

[Verbatim]

Zeric watched as the creature nodded his head to something the scribe and dandy had asked it and he hoped that meant it knew something useful to their situation.

"What did he say?"

Zeric's tone was restrained and he hoped his question came out as something other than his usual demand for answers.