Shackled City - Chapter II

[Majin]

For anyone that searches the ogre, besides the great falchion he wielded and the hide armor he wears, they find an iron key inside of a belt pouch around his waist.

A putrid stench fills Raven's nostrils as she cautiously enters the ogre's room. The rectangular chamber beyond is splattered wall-to-wall with filth, bile, bones, and other disgusting remains. Although the room contains no furnishing per se, some of the older refuse has hardened into a crude chair, and an iron chest rests half-buried in a small mound of dung in the southeast corner.

 

[Manzanita]

Raven

Raven's wide nostrils take in the smell, then she shifts to breathing through her mouth. "Someone should have made this guy an outhouse." She proceeds to the chest, first examining it for traps, then trying to open the lock, if necessary. (Disable devise +7; open locks +8)

 

[Majin]

Finding no traps on the chest but it being locked, Raven fiddles with it for awhile before the satisfying feeling of the tumbler turning over inside runs through her. Inside the large chest are piles of copper and silver (5,990 cp, 2,248 sp) with 2 green spinel gems resting on top next to a fungi flask containing a liquid of some sort.

 

[Verbatim]

"That went well, one less ogre in the world and not a scratch for our efforts." Althron says as he pulls out his shortspear and wiping it clean on the body. He does the same for the javelin before handing it to Zeric.

"Good shot... Not as good as mine mind you but well done all the same." He tells him with a smile and a wink. "Speaking of injuries," he says seriously, "will you be needing some healing?"

~You must show no weakness...weakness is a sign of being unworthy and their is only one fate for those found unworthy...~

Zeric looked down at the grinning dwarf and wondered for a moment if Althron was being sincere with his offer for assistance. While he felt as if there was a burning poker being shoved into his abdomen everytime he moved, he could not bring himself to admit to the dwarf that he was in pain.

~I will not be weak...~

"I will be fine, truthfully, the statue did little more than graze me. Although, next time, my aim will not be as off as it was."

Ignoring the hole in his armor that spoke otherwise, Zeric replaced the javelin in the quiver and looked once more at the body of the fallen ogre.

"We should put him back in his quarters, the stench will ensure that none know that Cuthbert has passed final judgement on him. At least until judgement comes for them."

As Raven waded through the filth in the room, Zeric grabbed ahold of the ogre's legs and began to drag the brute towards the door, the veins in his arms and neck standing out like taunt bowstrings as he did so.

 

[kirinke]

Alinis sheepishly gathers up her spent arrow and joins the other, looking at the loot in appreciation. "Nice." she jerked her head towards the cage.

"Sorry about that. I thought I could use the cage to slam into the rock creature." she shrugs. "I am definantly going to invest in a mace or something similar when we get back to the surface. Swords are great, but against those kinds of things, they simply break."

 

[Manzanita]

Raven

"We'll keep these gems, and the potion. The copper and silver is too heavy to carry for now. Personally, if we ever get back to the surface, I think we should donate it to the orphanage."

OOC: Have we passed any doors.

 

[Verbatim]

Dropping the body in the room as Raven reported on what she had found in the ogre's chest, Zeric nodded his head in agreement with her assessment on what to bring and what to leave behind.

"We should search these halls for more hidden doors. I find it odd that the dwarves would build a hall that ends so close to the lift."

 

[kirinke]

Alinis nods in agreement at what to leave behind. "Hmm. We all have expenses to maintain. Perhaps half to the orphanage and half spread amongst ourselves?" she asked, waving her hand towards the silver and copper.

 

[hippocrachus]

Orpheus rolls his eyes at the continual undemocratic group charity.
"I'm not doing this for free, ladies and gentlemen. I do not risk my life without gain; monetary gain included. You do with your share as you like, Raven," he says in bored monotones, willing to leave the money where it is for now, but not willing to donate it to a cause he is already donating most of his time to.

 

[Verbatim]

As the others began talking of the money and how to best split it, Zeric walked away and began running his fingers along the walls slowly, looking for anything that could be a hidden door.

[sblock]Search check taking 10 or 20 looking for doors.[/sblock]