Shackled City - Chapter II

[Mimic]

Althron finishes up his morning prayers, St. Cuthbert has deemed him worthy enough to be able to cast more powerful spells and although not even close to Priestess Urikas level, he was confident that it will help him fullfill his task at hand.

Before he leaves he requests one more favor from the priestess, that she send Zeric a sending that they are returning, regardless of whether she does or not he will head out.

ooc: I figured the the sending would help synch us all up again.

 

[Majin]

Priestess Urikas smiles at Althron's request of a sending. "A good idea, Brother Althron. I will attend to it personally. Good luck to all of you as you return to those horrible depths. Take care to come back alive," she adds, as she stands, watching the party gather their things and leave the temple.

A short time later, Zeric receives the sending, alerting him that the party is returning.

 

[Verbatim]

While Raven searched the room, Zeric stood guard for her and was caught unprepared when the High Priestess' voice filled his mind.

~The others return...has it been that long?~

Forcing the fatigue from his limbs would not be easy he knew, but he would be damned if he gave the dandy the satisfaction of seeing him tired.

"The others are on their way back Raven, and while I feel that you might have seen this as little more than a wild goose chase, I still feel as if this was the right thing for us to do. Let us search this room quickly and return to the lift to meet the Cudgel and the others."

 

[Manzanita]

"Sounds good to me." says Raven with a smile, though dubious that Zeric would know that the others would be returning.

 

[Majin]

Raven's search turns up nothing worth mentioning at first. Just when the rogue is about to give up, she hears a click, and the sound of stone grinding against stone. She whirls around just in time to see a hidden door finish sliding open in the southern part of the room. The half-orc gazes in amazement at the glint of treasure that fills her eyes. Apparently this must be Kazmojen's treasure stash.

This 30-foot-square room has no other visible exits. In the middle of the chamber rests three padlocked chests, three casks brimming with coins, a small stone bowl filled with gems, a heap of armor, and two large shields used as trays to hold more coins. Various other trinkets and trophies add to the trove, including a gem-encrusted horn, an ornate walking cane, and an engraved golden gong hanging from an intricately sculpted wooden frame.

An iron lever juts from an iron plate in the west wall. The lever is currently in the "down" position.

 

[Manzanita]

"Oooooo. Too good to be true. Stay out for now, Zeric, in case this closes again."

Raven cautiously approaches the treasure room. After looking around carefully for any traps, while standing mostly still in the center, she'll reach down and pick up the gem-encrusted horn.

"Let's take a few of these back, then bring back the others for the rest."

 

[Verbatim]

Staring into the room, Zeric could not believe the wealth that was before them. However, his momentary surprise was quickly washed away by the knowledge that every coin here was earned through the selling of slaves and who knew what else.

"Leave it where it is Raven, let us get the others now and return with them. Once we seal the room again, it will be safe. I think the church will be able to find a respectable use for the blood money that fiend amassed."

 

[Manzanita]

"Agreed, but Zeric, I don't know how this door opened. It just happened. I fear it will close again. We must take something before we leave."

Unable to help herself, Raven picks up the walking stick as well. "This will do until we get back with the others."

 

[Verbatim]

Looking around the room, Zeric saw the lever resting at the base of the wall.

"Perhaps it will be as easy as locking the door open Raven. Surely the slaver would not want to hassle himself with a door that would close on him when he did not wish it."

Grabbing the wooden lever, Zeric pulled it up until it locked into place.

 

[Majin]

Another wall along the west wall grinds roughly open. From outside looking in, you can see shelves upon shelves of books and table along the far western wall. Seated at the table is an elf, hunched over a book, apparently deep in study.