Shackled City - Chapter II

kirinke · Aug 8, 2005

"If you would, could you tell me the direction to the mess hall? I could use something to eat and a place to rest for a bit." she asked the priestess.

Verbatim · Aug 8, 2005

Manzanita said:
"Oh. I'm with you, Zeric. But we won't be killing many if we're dead. It is best that we stay alive, and fight with the group. In the group, we are more than the sum of our parts. And you're a valuable member of that group, buddy. We need you alive. Don't go on some self sacrificial thing. That's why I stayed. I plan on keeping you out of trouble as much as possible. Don't ask me to pick a door. I'm staying behind you."

"I'll fight with you, & I'm going to do my damndest to keep you alive until the others return."

"Ever play riddles? If I said 'everything I say to you is a lie,' am I telling the truth?"

~Why does everyone seem to think I wish to die? Can they not see that I simply accept the fact that death comes to us all sooner or later?~

"I have no desire to martyr Raven, but while the others need to rest to regain their strength, I am not so fatigued that I can not continue on a little longer. I could just not simply allow the vermin to escape and take those who have been kidnapped with them."

Pausing as he thought over Raven's riddle, Zeric offered the only answer he could.

"If one knew only how to lie then they would have no concept of the truth."

Shrugging his shoulders as he felt his answer was far less than Raven had hoped for, Zeric opened the door of their hidden room, and moved as quietly as he could heading in the direction opposite of the Kazmojen's hall.

"Let us hope that with the head removed, the body will be confused a while longer."

Manzanita · Aug 9, 2005

Raven smiles silently and follows. I've got to figure out a way to carry this axe without my hands, so I can use my crossbow. She thinks. I'll deal with that when we get back to the surface. If we get back...

Majin · Aug 10, 2005

~Zeric & Raven~

Moving north across the 4-way intersection outside of the slaver's double-doored chamber, Raven and Zeric move through a door into a small room. An iron cage dangles from the ceiling in one corner of this room. Trapped inside the cage, a large beetle with glowing glands bathes the room in an infernal light. The room contains a pair of simple beds and a table with two chairs.

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~Everyone Else~

Priestess Urikas leads everyone to quarters that have been arranged for the party and sits down to eat a meal with you. As you eat, Priestess Jenya asks, "Brother Althron, is there anything else that you or the others of your party can recall that happened on your mission? Anything that might help us decipher the riddle of what this beholder would want with that little boy?"

kirinke · Aug 10, 2005

Alinis shakes her head, eating the stew placed before her gratefully. It was filling, full of vegetables and potatoes. "I'm afraid I don't." she shook her head regretfully. "The only thing I can figure is that the boy has some sort of magical or mental potential that has been missed. Perhaps he's a part of some sort of wierd prophecy?" she asked out loud.

Verbatim · Aug 10, 2005

Looking around the room and finding it empty, Zeric swore under his breath and turned to face Raven.

"Looks like a guard's quarters. Let's try another door."

Leaving the door open, Zeric looked for the next door near them and pushed it openly quickly.

hippocrachus · Aug 10, 2005

Feeling the story-teller inside him bubble to the surface, Orpheus hardly contains his hyper imagination.
"Or maybe he is the heir to some forgotten king!" he looks off in space a bit perplexed. "But why would a beholder care about some human king... Unless the boy is a polymorphed spy!" he says looking at everyone as if he pinned the tail spot on. He then goes back to eating, painfully calm, ignoring the occasional stare.
"We can only speculate, Priestess. Maybe you could provide more information to us...?"

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kirinke · Aug 10, 2005

Alinis looks sharply at Orpheous, fingering her ring, embossed with her family's sigel, in reaction. "I doubt that my friend. Why would such a creature care for the politics of humans?" she asks.