Shackled City - Chapter II

Suggestive coercion... the bard thinks to himself, waiting for the others to figure out where they want to be.
"I'd follow the dwarf's lead, Raven," he comments while examining the lengths of his fingernails.
 

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Zeric was glad that some of those taken against their will had been returned to the surface and would speak to Althron and High Priestess Urikas about making sure that they were given some form of compensation for their ordeal. However, before they could do that, there was still the small matter of killing a half-fiend dwarf to take care of.

As they came to the hallway full of doors, Zeric listened as the others began discussing their different thoughts on which door to open and silently began counting in his head. When he reached ten, he stepped away from the others and put his hands on each of the southern double doors and pushed them open.
 

Alinis, try as she might, is unable to find any sign of the two half-elves. Seemingly, they have covered their tracks well...

Pushing open the double doors to the south, entering a large room. Four malachite pillars support the 20-foot-high ceiling of this grand chamber. Hanging from an iron brace mounted near the top of each pillar is a cylindrical iron cage containing a giant beetle that sheds an infernal orange light. Two hobgolbins flank the door just opened. They jump back, baring their weapons.

The southern half of the chamber rises 5 feet, and a wide black staircase leads up to the raised floor. Just past the top of the stairs, an 8-foot-tall iron post erupts from the floor. Iron shackles hang from the top of the post, secured to which are three children--a dwarf boy and two human girls. Five narrow windows carved into the south wall stand open to the darkness beyond.

A 5-foot-tall muscular figure clad in black plate armor stands on the staircase, his face hidden behind a visor. In one gauntlet, he clutches a wicked dwarven urgrosh. In the other, he grasps a chain ending in an iron ring clamped around a human boy's neck. Behind him, crouched at the top of the stairs, looms a slavering, bestial hound bristling with quills.

The black-clad knight is haggling with a creature that looks like an ash-skinned dwarf with sharply pointed ears and yellow eyes. He wears robes encrusted with mold. He holds out a bone box filled with coins, and looks at you with utter disgust.

The black-clad figure turns sharply towards you. "Who are you?! You dare interrupt my negotiations? Or is it you want to big too? This gentleman over here has already staked claim to those three over there. But this one," he pulls the chain he's holding roughly, with the boy attached, "is still up for grabs if you want him. The current bid is 100 gold pieces." This causes the creature in the moldy robes to look surprised now as he turns to the figure and bellows, "You said 30 Kazmojen! I thought we had a deal!"
 

Zeric's eyes fill with rage as he sees the chained youth being held by the armored Kazmojen. There were no words to express his anger and as he called upon the dark speak, Zeric pointed one gauntleted finger and cursed Kazmojen.

[abyssal]"May the fires of hell burn your soul for all of eternity..."
 

Orpheus stares wide-eyed at Zeric as he addresses the black-clad figure in a tone and language both evil and unknown to the bard.
His dark past may come in handy after all...
Orpheus prepares for battle.

[sblock] Ready an action: Orpheus will attack the hobgoblins with his short sword if anyone initiates battle [/sblock]
 

Raven

Raven moves slowly into the room. She holds her axe warily, tyring not to get too close to the hobgoblins, but ready to return violence for violence. As she passes Orpheus, she elbows him in the ribs. "Negotiate!" She hisses.
 

Alinis scowls, sword ready, unpleasant words on her tongue, barely held in check. She will attack if attacked, but will wait untill then.
 

[sblock] Planning? Who needs a plan...[/sblock]

Spotting children in chains is almost more then he can stand, he stares at Kazmojen for a moment or two, Zeric said something but he doesn't really care what was stated.

In the name of St. Cuthbert we are here to see justice brought on to you. Althron will move towards one of the hobgoblins and takes a swing at it with his heavy mace.

Heavy Mace +3 1d8+2 20/x2 (+1 racial bonus on attack rolls against orcs and goblinoids)
 

Seeing Althron attack the hobgoblins, Orpheus scowls at Raven and draws his sword.
"Yes, I'll get right on that," he replies harshly, a little angry about the elbow jab.
 

"Well that tears it!" Alinis tells to no one in particular and then goes in, attacking the nearest hobgoblin. "Your mother was a leach with bad teeth ugly!" she taunts him as she swings her sword.
 

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