Shackled City - Chapter II

Leanthas rubs his wrist after being freed of his bounds. He put his sack's braid on his shoulder.

"I would like to know what you plan to do from now?"
 

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Zeric feels a smart mouthed retort race to his lips, but manages to still it with almost visable effort.

"We are going to finish our search for victims of Kazmojen's vileness, then return to Cauldron. While I know that after being locked away for so long you may be in a hurry to see daylight once more, until we are sure we leave none behind, we resume our search."
 

"I will remember 'Leanthas' when I address you in Common," Orpheus says in Elven, still wishing to keep the barbarian from their conversation; slightly aware of the man making self-righteous banter to his side.
"I am Orpheus Calliope," he adds, offering him a hand after Zeric has spontaneously cut the elf's ropes.
That may have been a bit rash, but there is no reason to make this elf think I suspect him of anything, he thinks to himself, trying not to roll his eyes at the continual headstrong behavior of Zeric.
"For now, Leanthantalas, you must travel with us. Although the warrior is as sharp as a bead of water, sometimes he has good points. Try not to hold his ignorance against him."
"Lead us, Raven," he gently says to the excited half-orc girl.
 

"I'm in no hurry to see the daylight, human. I might even be able to help you." he replies to Zeric. He take his dagger out of his sheat, allowing the flaming blade to light the group. "It can start by given you light, if you want."
 

"While I thank you for the offer, Raven's eyes work best in the dark spotting the things that we can't see."

As Orpheus prompts Raven to take them back, Zeric slid a bolt into his crossbow and cranked it into place. Extending the weapon to the slender elf, Zeric wondered if he knew how to use the weapon.

"Just point and fire. Even if you just knick them, it will give Raven and I a better chance to close in on any of the slaver's forces that remain."

While arming the elf went against every fiber of Zeric's core, he would not allow the dandy to make him look like a close minded brute.
 


Raven demurs to lead. "We have been this way before and encountered no enemies. But there was a trap wall that got Zeric and I separated. I'd prefer we all stuck together. I will take the lead, though, to show you the way."

She walks to the front and begins leading back to the treasure room. As she passes Leanthas, she says, "Careful where you point that thing. If your bolt hits me, my axe may hit you."
 

ooc:
Am baack! :D :uhoh: :] :)



Alinis smiles at the other elf. "My name is Alinis Tahlnae," she says, not giving her family name, not quite yet trusting him. She then turns her attention to the room she had been led to. Her eyes widened at the sheer amount of wealth contained in it.

"Dear gods," she breathed, wondering how many lives that foul dwarf had sold and ended to amass such wealth. "How many lives passed through this place?" she asked out loud.

It had to been many and it made her sick to think of the pain these coins caused.

"Althron is right though. I think we should donate a portion of this stuff to the church and then use the rest to equip ourselves. From what those slaves we freed said, they'd appreciate us using this coin to avenge the wrongs that dwarf inflicted upon them."
 
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"The lot of you are master at not more than assumption. Leanthas claims that he has been locked in a room for the last fifty years. A room beyond a room containing riches beyond anyone's wildest dreams; but also containing a lever! Look me in the face and tell me that by seeing this room and its contents that you would not try that lever to ease your curiosity, and yes, greed. You will not find me believing anything evil would do so. Our good Zeric did so, yes?" he pauses expectantly, but continues without response. "You are naive. The money is older than any of the business that slave-trader practiced down here. I will take my share and do what I please with it," when the bard is done his diatribe, he will take in all of the items laying about the room.
He looks up just as an answering reprimand forms on the lips of one of his companions.
"Aye, I don't. But I can use this coin to mete out justice none the less," he claims, second-guessing what he was sure would be a contrary comment.

[sblock]Edit: The response Orpheus gives made more sense with Alinis' original post, but even after the edit, I think it works...[/sblock]
 

ooc:
Heh. You had to fall in with a bunch of do gooders. But I thought that the edit would be more in line with Alinis' character. Um how much coin do we have in here? I'm thinking we should invest in a bag of holding or something similar if we have enough to do so.

"Orpheous, before you handle the weapons, make sure they aren't cursed, alright?" she warns and grins as he almost dives into the loot. "What the hells," she says and searches about for something to carry the coins and items in. "We're going to need a wheel barrow for this stuff,"

"Don't take it all Orpheous! I want my share, even if I'm going to donate a bit to the church!" she says with a chuckle.
 

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