Shackled City - Chapter II

Walking around the room as Raven examined the bodies, Zeric felt a wave of exhaustion and frustration race through his body.

~If they have been judged already, perhaps I should allow Raven to return to the surface.~

Turning back to look at her, Zeric saw her face set in concentration and wondered why she stayed with him when the easier path would have been to go with the others to speak with Priestess Urikas.

Priestess Urikas...have the others told you how your hound has been acting? Did the dandy tell you I am nothing more than a rabid dog held on a short leash?

As the perceived insults began to fill his mind, Zeric's doubt was washed away in a wave of fury.

"Make your search quickly Raven, while the dead may have little need of anything, there are still those down here that do. If someone is trying to make a play for Kazmojen's power by killing his guards, he may attempt to leave with those he sees as Kazmojen's slaves as well."

Leaving her to her search, Zeric approached the door and tested to see if it was locked.
 

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Each hobgoblin wears a set of banded mail. A longsword and small steel shield lay next to the each body, as well as a collection of javelins. Among them, Raven collects 60 sp and 3 gp from pouches on their waists.

The door is unlocked.
 



Following Zeric through the door, the pair enter a short hallway. A door is to the immediate left and the corridor itself turns sharply to the northeast and then ends abruptly at a blank wall.
 

Looking back to Raven, Zeric motioned to the door.

"Would you like the honors?

Even though he tried to keep his voice light, the strain and frustration of the day's activities could be heard escaping through his defenses.
 


Raven hears nothing when listening at the door and detects no traps. Upon opening the door the pair see that this room is horribly appointed. The walls are carved with tall, narrow niches piled high with skulls, and the skinned hides of various monsters hang on the bare walls between them. A large chair made of monster skins stretched over a framework of bones stands in the middle of the room. A draconic skull surmounts the chair, empty eye sockets staring at you menacingly. Behind the chair, near the far wall, a bed of soft moss and fungi sprouts from a large heap of carrion. A few bones lie scattered around the bed.
 

ooc:
Ick! Great description though. :p

IC:
Alinis packs what few belongings she has and thinks they'll need for a foray down below and rounds up the others. "Time to go. Otherwise Zeric and Raven will get all of the bad-guys attention. And we wouldn't want that now would we?" she said, almost jokingly.
 

Orpheus smiles broadly at the idea of Zeric getting lots of bad-guy attention.
"No, we most certainly wouldn't," he says, showing his teeth. "Let us be off, then."
Orpheus will head back to the underground complex; fairly confident he knows the way, but not worried since his companions seem more than capable...
 

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