Shackled City - Chapter II

"Aye, it would seem time to do just that." Althron says nodding slightly, any thoughts he has on the subject he keeps to himself.

"Lets take what we can, although I think this is going to take a couple of trips and there is no sense in letting any treasure here and about to be taken by goblin kin." Althron tells the others as he starts to load up as much of the treasure he can without being too overencumbered.
 

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Alinis goes to help pack up the loot and shakes her head at Orpheus's reaction. It's obvious that the half elf considers the hexblade to be a rival. He acts as if I am going to fall into bed with the man at first opportunity. Is he that jealous? I am not going to follow him blindly, but if someone doesn't encourage Zeric to think through his rage, then he will most certainly fall to it. Men. I'll never understand them.
 

Leanthas finish to choose the books he will carry for the first trip, making as if he didn't care about what is happening. That group have gotten rid of a band of slavers...
 

She glances sidways at Leanthas as she loads up the loot. "Hard to believe we took out a half-demon slaver isn't it?" she grinned. "Our bickering probably enough to drive the enemy onto the nearest sword, just to escape the sound of our voices." she said half-jokingly.
 

Trips back and forth carting the loot back and forth take the better part of a day. Leanthas recovers 84 books, some containing spells, some lore. The church will store everything and wishes to know what part they can expect for their tithe.

OoC: Now would seem an appropriate time to sell what will be sold and buy what will be bought. ;)
 

OOC: Leanthas will try first to negociate with them that the advantage of having the chance to transripy all those book is well enough. Anyway, he isn't in a hurry, as elves lives longer than humans. If that doesn't satisfy them, he will gives up to a maximum of 10 books (negotiatoing hardest as possible), mainly the ones on subjects of architecture (Dwarves should have some, I can't beleive...), as it has lees interest for him. But before doing all this negotiation, I suppose lEanthas will pass in front of the chruch.
 

As the elf maid called him a leader, Zeric shook his head simply and tried to keep a calm voice as he spoke, knowing the time to be a pusher was over.

"I am not your leader Alinis, at all time any of you could have left, as it was only your word which kept you here. A word I know that I took for granted more often than not. A fact I will stress to High Priestess Urikas when next I see her, as I have no doubt she will have many words for me."

Walking into the library, Zeric saw the slender elf pulling the books off the shelves and stacking them on the table inside the room.

~I will still watch this one though, his story seems too far fetched to believe so easily. However, his actions shall be his judge, as is Cuthbert's law.~

Grabbing one of the heavy chests, Zeric looks to the others once more.

"Shall we go?"

The weight of the chest seemed great to Zeric already and he wondered how he would be able to keep up with the others to move this all to the surface.
 

Once he has finish to choose the books he wanted, he cast on spell he had in mind. He had keep this one in his mind for so long and never used it. The disk is used to carry heavy load, but he has thought that if there would ever be a cave in, he would use it to shield himself. Now he is thinking of it, it is a bit ridiculous to think dwarven massonery would ever fall on his head. But it isn't like he had any much use of his spellcasting ability during all that time.

The round shield appear before him, floating near the ground. He quickly puts the books on the disk. He leaves the library, and the disk follow him gently.

"I am ready."
 


Raven is disgusted when her cloak turns out to be useless. She distrusts the wizard who did the identify, and keeps the cloak anyway, figuring she may eventually get a second opinion. She's not ready to give any tribute to the church or orphange. Not yet, anyway. She wants to shop first.
 

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