Shackled City - Chapter II

kirinke said:
Alinis grins at Zeric. "Aye, both paths will lead us to things with swords who want to kill us." she chuckled dryly and sobered as Zeric coughed up blood.

Zeric turned and faced the approaching elvish archer and answered her truthfully.

"Then it seems Cuthbert and I are still seeing eye to eye, as I want to kill them as well."

"Zeric you need healing. Get it now while we aren't up to our eyeballs in things that are trying to kill us." she said firmly. "Pride gets more people killed than anything else."

"If it will get all of you moving again, then by all means priest, waste a spell on this scratch, but I assure you Alinis, it is not pride that will kill me."
 

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Raven

"Personally, I distrust this secret door built on a dead end, the first place someone would look. So I say let's take the other one, it seems more used anyway."

Having already searched for traps, Raven will try to open the door. She'll wait for someone to cure Zeric first.
 

I could have been on the road two hours ago, Orpheus thinks to himself, my skills are more useful in courts and ballrooms, not in dungeons and tunnels.
The bard follows the others through whichever door they choose, not bothering to give his two coppers on the in-group tension.
If they can't settle it themselves, it will never end.
 

"Your arrogance is amazing He... human. Aye its true that Priestess Urikas told me about you but her main concern was finding and returning the children safe and sound. Not everything is about you.

St. Cuthbert is more then just about blind vengence, he is about justice, defending the ones that can't defend themselves."


Althron returns the stare that Zeric is giving him as he reaches into his pack and pulls out a potion and he hands it to the man.

"Its a potion of minor healing, now your fate is truely in your own hands." Althron sighs slightly calming himself down. "You have a choice Zeric," he says with a hint of saddness. "you can let go of your past see that there are people willing to help you because they want to," his eyes glance over to where Alinis is standing. "Or you can let your hate consume you and complete the road that the Hextor's priests set you on."

With that said he deliberately turns his back to the man and walks through the door that Raven is standing by.
 

As Althron turned and began leading the others away, Zeric stared at the potion in his hand and thought about what the dwarf had said. While Zeric knew that his inability to take the help Althron had offered at face had provoked the scene, it did not make it any easier for him to swallow.

~Can he not see that what the church wants in this regard is what I want? I do not want blind vengence, but the chance to punish those who would prey upon the weak.~

It would be easy to simply smash the potion bottle on the stone floor and prove that he was strong enough to do Cuthbert's work on his own. It would also show Althron that he did not need charity, no matter how it was phrased.

~Our you can let the Hextorites win. Even away from them, they eat at me, chipping away bit by bit...~

Pulling the cork off of the small potion bottle, Zeric drained it in a single swallow and as a comforting warmth rushed through his body, Zeric knew what he had to do. Dropping the empy bottle on the ground, he hurried to catch up to the others.
 

Moving through the eastern secret door bring you through a 50 foot long corridor that branches south another 30 feet to yet another dead-end. A secret door is easily found at this wall as well. This 20 x 30 foot room. Dozens of forged weapons are neatly arrayed on four wrought-iron weapon racks standing in the middle of the floor. Pushed against the east wall are two tables covered with suits of armor.

OoC: Zeric heals himself to full with the potion.
 

Raven

"We're getting pretty good at this secret door stuff." says Raven. She approaches the weapons and checks them out. She's particularly interested in a two handed weapon, such as a falchion or greatsword.
 

Zeric arrived as Raven swung open another hidden door and stepped into what could only be the armory for this place. Allowing his eyes to roam over the weapons and armor, Zeric looked down at the chain shirt he wore and saw the small rents, rusting links and finally the jagged hole from the statue's crystal tip.

~It would also be fitting to use their armor to protect those here to kill them.~

"Cuthbert has gave us a boon it seems. If there is something you can use, grab it quickly, but let us not overburden ourselves needlessly."

Walking over to Althron, Zeric shifte uneasily as the dwarf turned to face him, their encounter still fresh in his mind as well.

"Thank you for the potion Althron. You are correct in your thoughts."

Walking away before another awkwarf moment could form, Zeric pulled off the battered chain shirt he wore and for a moment, any who were looking his way could see the lattice work of scars that stretched all across his back. However, he quicly pulled his shirt back down and resumed looking for a suitable replacement to it.
 

Looking around at the weapons and armor, an inventory of all that is here is the following:

2 chain shirts
2 suits of banded mail
1 suit of half plate
2 spiked gauntlets
1 masterwork greataxe
15 short spears
10 throwing axes
10 handaxes
5 battleaxes
5 heavy picks
4 warhammers
50 arrows
 

Zeric moved quickly to the armor rack, pulled one of the chain shirts off and slid it over his head and shoulders. It was a little snug in the shoulders, but he could deal with that minor detail. Scanning the weapons, Zeric saw only one thing that caught his eye.

Slipping the metal gauntlets on and clenching and unclenching his fists, Zeric thought that they fit him as if they were made just for his hands.

~Yes, these will do nicely...~

Waiting while the others scanned the room, Zeric began searching to see if another door was hidden, or was this simply a well placed side room to store the weapons.

[sblock]Schweet deal...:)[/sblock]
 

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