Shackled City - Chapter III
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Majin
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~Leanthas~
A librarian who introduces himself as Krelith ushers Leanthas into the library. "Certainly we do. We have several among our collection, but we would say that despite your generous contribution to our tomes, we must ask everyone to study within these walls. I'm afraid none of our texts can be taken from here. We could arrange such an abundant benefactor a private room to study if you so wish though," he smiles.
~The Rest~
OoC: Skye's is to the southwest of the Temple of St. Cuthbert, on Lava Ave.
EDIT: OoC: This is assuming everyone has gotten a good night's rest. Those that wish to be at the shop, feel free to post during that trip. This gives Zeric a chance to rest and Leanthas time to study/come back so he can be there as well. Sorry about the timeframe mishap. Fast forward complete.
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You come to a modest building crafted from blocks of volcanic stone. The facade of the building bears dozens, if not hundreds of symbols and sigils that have been carved into the face of the stone with chisels. One door and a pair of tiny windows face the road and overlook the lake below. Above the door, a sign proclaims the
establishment to be Skie’s Emporium, but more impressive are the numerous items of treasure—rings, coins, wands, necklaces, rods, potions, scrolls, and more—that seem to slowly orbit the sign and shine with soft golden light. Every now and then, two of the items bump against each other, ringing softly like a windchime.
EDIT: Those going to check out other churches - Just let me know what the plan is and I'll make it happen.
A librarian who introduces himself as Krelith ushers Leanthas into the library. "Certainly we do. We have several among our collection, but we would say that despite your generous contribution to our tomes, we must ask everyone to study within these walls. I'm afraid none of our texts can be taken from here. We could arrange such an abundant benefactor a private room to study if you so wish though," he smiles.
~The Rest~
OoC: Skye's is to the southwest of the Temple of St. Cuthbert, on Lava Ave.
EDIT: OoC: This is assuming everyone has gotten a good night's rest. Those that wish to be at the shop, feel free to post during that trip. This gives Zeric a chance to rest and Leanthas time to study/come back so he can be there as well. Sorry about the timeframe mishap. Fast forward complete.
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You come to a modest building crafted from blocks of volcanic stone. The facade of the building bears dozens, if not hundreds of symbols and sigils that have been carved into the face of the stone with chisels. One door and a pair of tiny windows face the road and overlook the lake below. Above the door, a sign proclaims the
establishment to be Skie’s Emporium, but more impressive are the numerous items of treasure—rings, coins, wands, necklaces, rods, potions, scrolls, and more—that seem to slowly orbit the sign and shine with soft golden light. Every now and then, two of the items bump against each other, ringing softly like a windchime.
EDIT: Those going to check out other churches - Just let me know what the plan is and I'll make it happen.
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Zeric slept the sleep of the dead, and as his internal clock forced his weary eyes to open his first thought was that although the priest's healing had repaired the injuries he had sustained in the past few days, his body had not fully recovered from them.
He willed his wooden legs to the support his weight, and walked stiffly to the battered dresser in the room. While he would like nothing more than to soak in a hot tub for a day, he knew such thoughts of weakness were not to be given true consideration.
~Especially when there is much to be done...~
Pulling out a change of clothing as he poured a basin full of water, Zeric wiped himself off quickly to freshen up, if only slightly, before donning the clothes. Leaving the grimy water in the bowl, Zeric opened the door and walked down into the common room to get a bite to eat.
[sblock]Just wanted to get something out, will post again after supper.[/sblock]
He willed his wooden legs to the support his weight, and walked stiffly to the battered dresser in the room. While he would like nothing more than to soak in a hot tub for a day, he knew such thoughts of weakness were not to be given true consideration.
~Especially when there is much to be done...~
Pulling out a change of clothing as he poured a basin full of water, Zeric wiped himself off quickly to freshen up, if only slightly, before donning the clothes. Leaving the grimy water in the bowl, Zeric opened the door and walked down into the common room to get a bite to eat.
[sblock]Just wanted to get something out, will post again after supper.[/sblock]
Velmont
First Post
Leanthas ponder a minute. "In that acse, I'll come back another day. I haev business to do tonight. Thank you very much." Leanthas leaves the librarian and stands outside the temple. He looks at the sky and see time have passed more quickly than he thought. Let's go back to the meeting. And he walks back to the metting place, walking quickly, but not too much, as he know his endurance is not good enough to haste his pace too much.
hippocrachus
First Post
As Leanthas joins the others outside of the Church, Orpheus smiles widely and stretches his arms out as if trying to hug a Bugbear.
"Welcome to the end, Leanthas!" he says cheerfully. "Your destiny continues to be preordained. Tomorrow morning you will go with these two," he waves a hand towards Althron and Alinis, "and stay out of trouble."
Satisfied with the belief that everyone has had their say and is ready for bed, Orpheus turns on his heel and heads to his quarters in the House of St. Cuthbert.
~Morning~
Orpheus skips breakfast and spends his morning asking around about Skye's shop and determining where it is.
He then waits outside of the Church for Raven and Elyas before heading over.
"Impressive," he says aloud, standing outside of the establishment.
"Welcome to the end, Leanthas!" he says cheerfully. "Your destiny continues to be preordained. Tomorrow morning you will go with these two," he waves a hand towards Althron and Alinis, "and stay out of trouble."
Satisfied with the belief that everyone has had their say and is ready for bed, Orpheus turns on his heel and heads to his quarters in the House of St. Cuthbert.
~Morning~
Orpheus skips breakfast and spends his morning asking around about Skye's shop and determining where it is.
He then waits outside of the Church for Raven and Elyas before heading over.
"Impressive," he says aloud, standing outside of the establishment.
Velmont
First Post
Leanthas wake up early, but for the first time for a century, he feel exhausted. Having removed the ring yesterday have left his mark. He also feels hunger, and he finally remember that he hasn't eaten. He first decide to study before going taking something to eat. Once the magic imprint have been written in his mind, he leave the temple to go to the amrket. He selects fresh fruits, bread, nuts and herbs. He eats the fruits and bread on his way back, putting the nuts in his pouch for later.
As he come back, he cross Orpheus. He silently nodes at him and take a table and wait for Alinis and Althron, asking for hot water. He puts his herbs in the water, giving some freshness to the water.
[SBLOCK]OOC: For the day:
Spells Memorized:
0: Acide Splash, Detect Magic, Light, Read Magic
1: Color Spray, Grease, Mage Armor, Ray of Enfeeblement
2: Alter Self, False Life, Scorching Ray[Sonic][/SBLOCK]
As he come back, he cross Orpheus. He silently nodes at him and take a table and wait for Alinis and Althron, asking for hot water. He puts his herbs in the water, giving some freshness to the water.
[SBLOCK]OOC: For the day:
Spells Memorized:
0: Acide Splash, Detect Magic, Light, Read Magic
1: Color Spray, Grease, Mage Armor, Ray of Enfeeblement
2: Alter Self, False Life, Scorching Ray[Sonic][/SBLOCK]
ooc: Majin did you want all of us to go the the shop or does it not matter?
Finishing his morning rituals, Althron grabs a plate of meat along with a pint of ale (to wash the meat down with) and sits down at the table that Leanthas is at.
"Mornin lad, how did you sleep last night? Which of the other churches do you think we should start with?"
[sblock]
lvl 0
Read Magic
Purify food and drink
Create water
guidance
lvl1
enlarge person (domain)
Bless
Comprehend laguages
Command
Lvl2
Bull's strength (domain)
Shield other
Spiritual Weapon[/sblock]
Finishing his morning rituals, Althron grabs a plate of meat along with a pint of ale (to wash the meat down with) and sits down at the table that Leanthas is at.
"Mornin lad, how did you sleep last night? Which of the other churches do you think we should start with?"
[sblock]
lvl 0
Read Magic
Purify food and drink
Create water
guidance
lvl1
enlarge person (domain)
Bless
Comprehend laguages
Command
Lvl2
Bull's strength (domain)
Shield other
Spiritual Weapon[/sblock]
Majin
First Post
OoC: Whichever you prefer Mimic, it's up to you. As Orpheus has laid out some plans for everyone I'd suggest you'd base your character's decision on what to do depending on how he feels about those plans. I will wait until everyone checks in for Skye's before continuing with that plot thread, and for those checking out the other temples' to decide which they will try first.
I will wait until everyone checks in for Skye's before continuing with that plot thread, and for those checking out the other temples' to decide which they will try first.The venison sausage was consumed quickly, and although Zeric had eaten enough for two men, the hexblade's stomach still demanded more. However, Zeric knew that if he gave into the demands now, he would pay for it later when the food began to fully digest. Finishing his mug of goat's milk, his third if he recalled correctly, Zeric pulled three silver coins from his pouch and left them on the table to cover his tab. While he knew he had overpaid for his meal, it felt good to be able to have that luxury.
~However, I must not allow myself to be too foolish with my coins, or I become little better than the dan..those who have always been able to do so...~
Leaving the inn behind, Zeric walked down the streets of Cauldron and watched as the first signs of life blossomed in the city. Merchants were setting out their goods, shops were opening their shutters, and the distinctive sound of a hammer striking iron mixed with the smell of burning coal surrounded him.
Gurnezarn's shop was just ahead, and as if that thought had given his feet had a mind of their own Zeric, found himself closing in on the dwarven smith's residence. The twin barn sized doors were thrown open allowing the air to flow freely, and as Zeric looked in he could see the sweat already forming on the dwarven smith's arms and brow. As if sensing someone was there, Gurnezarn raised his head and nodded, although the hammer kept tapping steadily on the metal he was working.
"Well are ye going ta speak boy, or has these past few days took all the sass out of ye?"
Zeric's only response was to step into the room and slide a partially finished blade into the fire to begin reheating the metal.
"I need a weapon."
The dwarf's hammer seemed to pause for the briefest of seconds, then once more resumed it's steady cadence on the slowly forming blade.
"Ye would think if ye needed a blade, ye would've taken one before ye let the church sell me the rights to what ye all brought back up. The Cudgels said it was fer takin' ye in as me helper, so don't be tryin' ta get sore at me fer yer on actions."
Zeric had assumed that Althron had informed the church of what salvage they would be bringing, but he did not think that High Priestess Urikas had such a quick mind for business. Turning the metal over with a pair of tongs, Zeric spoke simply again.
"A flail, not a sword."
Once again Zeric could detect the faint skipping of Gurnezarn's hammer on his project.
"Ye know as well as I do if the Cudgels see ye with one of those at yer side, it won't help yer image of steppin' out of Hextor's ways."
Zeric could not argue the logic of the dwarf's words, nor did he try to. He simply shrugged his shoulders slightly and held his palms open towards the smith.
"They will think what they wish no matter what I do. I have been trained with the flail since I was strong enough to swing one, and the irony of my using the Black One's chosen instrument in Cuthbert's service is enough for me to withstand the glances it will bring me."
Nodding his head slightly, Gurnezarn paused his work and stared out into the city for a few moments.
"Come back after lunch Zeric and I will see what I can do. Just be sure that the path you are walking doesn't carry you where you truly do not want to go."
Zeric gave a partial smile as he patted the dwarf's broad back on his way out of the shop.
"It already has, yet I must walk it all the same. I will return after lunch."
~However, I must not allow myself to be too foolish with my coins, or I become little better than the dan..those who have always been able to do so...~
Leaving the inn behind, Zeric walked down the streets of Cauldron and watched as the first signs of life blossomed in the city. Merchants were setting out their goods, shops were opening their shutters, and the distinctive sound of a hammer striking iron mixed with the smell of burning coal surrounded him.
Gurnezarn's shop was just ahead, and as if that thought had given his feet had a mind of their own Zeric, found himself closing in on the dwarven smith's residence. The twin barn sized doors were thrown open allowing the air to flow freely, and as Zeric looked in he could see the sweat already forming on the dwarven smith's arms and brow. As if sensing someone was there, Gurnezarn raised his head and nodded, although the hammer kept tapping steadily on the metal he was working.
"Well are ye going ta speak boy, or has these past few days took all the sass out of ye?"
Zeric's only response was to step into the room and slide a partially finished blade into the fire to begin reheating the metal.
"I need a weapon."
The dwarf's hammer seemed to pause for the briefest of seconds, then once more resumed it's steady cadence on the slowly forming blade.
"Ye would think if ye needed a blade, ye would've taken one before ye let the church sell me the rights to what ye all brought back up. The Cudgels said it was fer takin' ye in as me helper, so don't be tryin' ta get sore at me fer yer on actions."
Zeric had assumed that Althron had informed the church of what salvage they would be bringing, but he did not think that High Priestess Urikas had such a quick mind for business. Turning the metal over with a pair of tongs, Zeric spoke simply again.
"A flail, not a sword."
Once again Zeric could detect the faint skipping of Gurnezarn's hammer on his project.
"Ye know as well as I do if the Cudgels see ye with one of those at yer side, it won't help yer image of steppin' out of Hextor's ways."
Zeric could not argue the logic of the dwarf's words, nor did he try to. He simply shrugged his shoulders slightly and held his palms open towards the smith.
"They will think what they wish no matter what I do. I have been trained with the flail since I was strong enough to swing one, and the irony of my using the Black One's chosen instrument in Cuthbert's service is enough for me to withstand the glances it will bring me."
Nodding his head slightly, Gurnezarn paused his work and stared out into the city for a few moments.
"Come back after lunch Zeric and I will see what I can do. Just be sure that the path you are walking doesn't carry you where you truly do not want to go."
Zeric gave a partial smile as he patted the dwarf's broad back on his way out of the shop.
"It already has, yet I must walk it all the same. I will return after lunch."
