Shackled City - Chapter II

[Majin]

Raven does not detect any traps.

 

[kirinke]

Alinis sleeps peacefully, happy to be warm, dry and more importantly in a nice comfortable bed, which was a nice change after the months of sleeping wherever she thought was safe enough, which included ditches, caves, trees and less mentionable places.


OOC:
I have two characters with A names. Got confused with them.

 

[hippocrachus]

In the morning, Orpheus will wait patiently outside of the temple for those that didn't awake before him; after enjoying a nice breakfast and making it very well-known that he had a good sleep last night.

 

[Verbatim]

OOC:[sblock] Zeric will still try to open the door, trap or no trap.[/sblock]

 

[Manzanita]

Raven

Zeric has probably opened the door by the time Raven is done checking for traps. In any case, she'll try to open it if it is not open by now.

 

[kirinke]

Alinis sleeps peacefully, wakens refreshed, takes a quick wash and goes down to eat.

 

[Majin]

A hellish glow fills this room, emanating from a 2-foot-long beetle imprisoned in an iron-wrought cage suspended from the ceiling. Glands above the beetle's eyes shed the light, illuminating the sparse furnishings of this rectangular chamber. Four malachite slabs, each one covered with a pallet of greenish-black moss, juts from the walls. A wooden table stands in the middle of the room, surrounded by four chairs. The table bears four empty clay flagons and an iron cask. Another door stands closed in the northwest part of the room.

Strewn across the floor are the bodies of four dead hobgoblins.

 

[Manzanita]

Raven

"We didn't kill these things, did we?" Raven carefully approaches the corpses. Without touching, can she tell how long they've been dead?

 

[Majin]

Examing the dead hobgoblins, Raven can easily tell that rigor mortis has set in, so it is likely the bodies have been here awhile.

 

[Manzanita]

"Ah. The dead have no need for material things." She begins searching the bodies, and also examines the iron cask. "Enviable, really, don't you think, Zeric? No avarice, no lust, no hatred. Just benign indifference."