Shackled City - Chapter II

[Majin]

The iron-bound chest contains four large iron keys shaped like black demons, resting on a bed of 4,225 sp. The scorched chest, with a bloody smile, contains 450 gp, a silver crescent moon pendant on a silver chain, and two vials of liquid, all buried under a thin layer of worthless black-iron coins. The last chest contains hundreds of worthless glass beads.

Also around the room, there is an oak cask containing 2,219 cp. A fungal cask containing 696 sp and 1,451 cp. An iron cask containing 522 gp and 900 sp. A masterwork chain shirt and masterwork studded leather armor lays slumped in a corner next to a composite shortbow (Mighty +2). A silvered two-bladed sword rests in the other corner along with an overturned darkwood shield, in which are spilled 180 sp. A large steel shield lays nearby as well, also holding coin (362 cp)

An engraved stone bowl containing 19 gems: 6 chunks of blue quartz, four carnelians, four peridots, two white pearls, a pink pearl, and two aquamarines. An ivory horn set with bloodstones and an ash walking cane with a silver, angel-shaped handle.

 

[Manzanita]

"We need to get a detect magic on all this." says Raven. Her greed overcomes her paranoia, and she holds up the MW chainshirt and studded leather to test the fit. She also pulls back the shortbow. "These are nice." she says.

 

[kirinke]

Alinis grins. "I'll take the leather armour if you don't want it. It's the lightest."

 

[hippocrachus]

Orpheus stakes claim on the chainshirt and dismisses all argument with a wave of his hand.
The last time they had come across such splendor, he was forced to stand back as the others did exactly what he does now.
Zeric was not so self-righteous then, as I recall...

 

[Majin]

OoC: (In response to Orpheus' Detect Magic above, sorry I missed that)

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The large steel shield and liquid vials glow upon casting of Orpheus' spell.

 

[Manzanita]

"Hey - I could really use some of this masterwork light armor. I'm the one who needs this sort of stuff, 'cause I'm the one sneaking around out in front. I get right in the fight with this axe and could use the extra protection. Why don't one of you archers take this bow instead?"

 

[Verbatim]

Standing by the dwarven priest, Zeric tried to keep his face neutral as the others began to fall victim to the lure of the slaver's treasure. Looking down at the priest, Zeric speaks simply to the Cudgel.

"No matter what I say, I will be seen as a bastard. They listen to you, even if they do not follow Cuthbert's edicts. If you insist that we transport the slaver's coin, then let us end this petty squabbling and do so quickly.

His thoughts spoken, Zeric reached over and pulled the switch upwards to open the way into dwarven library.

"Throw the money in there, it seems that nothing considers the lever as anything more than a place to hang a cloak anyway."

 

[Velmont]

Leanthas looks at that looting, but doesn't seems to bother that much about it. They looks like kids who have found a new toy. He sits down in a croner and takes one of the book he is carrying and start to read a page talking about the theories behind the creation of some artifact.

As someone grabs the pearls in his hand, Leanthas pass a comment without leavnig his eyes on the book "You should keep those pearl. They are generally use for spells that allow to identify the magical rpoperties of items. You might want to know the shield proprieties or the one of futur loots."

 

[hippocrachus]

Not sure why everyone is making such a raucous, as he personally is going about his business in a calm and orderly manner, Orpheus joins Zeric and Althron in their conversation.
"The both of you have the strongest arms. If you are offering advice, you should offer assistance," Orpheus states, looking at Zeric, not adding any extra venom.

 

[Verbatim]

Looking at the dandy for only a moment, Zeric pours the coins that were resting in the shields into one of the chests, truly not caring which one, and sets the shields to the side. Picking up that chest, Zeric moves it into the library, sets it down, and then moves the bow, cane, and armor, out of the way before moving another of the chests.

Trusting that the others will at some point help him move the heavy chests, Zeric works until only the items that could be used while they were hunting down the rest of the slaver's forces remained out. Then looking once to Althron, Zeric decided he had held his tongue for too long.

"Alinis take the bow, it is better suited to your needs and you know it. Raven take the leathers, they are more quiet than the shirt, as well as lighter. Your strength rests in your ability to strike quickly and fade away. Orpheus has chosen wisely with the chain shirt, it will keep him safer when he does have to engage, as well as protect him when he is next to the mages. Father Althron should take the enchanted shield, we all know it will serve him better than any of us."

Turning to the quiet scribe who had returned with them, Zeric pointed to the sturdy cane in the set aside pile.

"When your spells are used up, I think you will find that it could double as a weapon as well."

All that remained was the light wooden shield that Zeric knew was a great find, even if it did come from a slaver's horde.

"If it softens the sting of taking a fine bow Alinis, take this shield as well. The dwarven smith I will speak to about selling the weapons we have salvaged, mentioned several times shields made of this wood. It is as strong as steel, but as light as balsa. It will protect you when your arrows will serve you no longer."

Pausing, Zeric looked towards Orpheus as if he expected the dandy to correct him at any moment.

"I know some of you see me as little more than a long leashed killer, so disregard what I have said if you wish and argue over who gets what until Kazmojen's have all fled. However, believe me when I tell you if the Hextorites taught me anything, it is the value of sound tactics and the advice I have given you is as sound as any you will ever hear."

With that, Zeric leaves the rooms to begin searching for the remainder of Kazmojen's henchmen, and remaining slaves, once more.