Shackled City - Chapter III

"No, not exactly. I'm a newcomer here." she frowned. "Perhaps we don't need to turn a church into a scapegoat That sort of thing never ends well." she thought a moment. "Perhaps we could find something else to turn the local churches attentions too. The problems underground might be the key to our quandry."
 

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"Never? You would be surprise how many intrigue finish well. Sorry to tell you that we don't live in a bedtime story. But I'm curious to know how the problem below could motivate the church into supporting the wands action?"
 

"Think about it. When the floods do come, the city will be vulnerable to attack as their military forces are drafted into dealing with rescue efforts and shoring up weak points in buildings and such like things. Do you think that whatever is pushing the kobolds to attack isn't aware of this? Once the floods come, whoever is behind these attacks will take advantage of the chaotic situation. If the churches all have the wands and are ready to use them, then the military forces will be able to deal with this threat. All of the churches will be lauded as heroes instead of scapegoats. Win-win situation." Alinis said wryly. "That is what I meant by appealing to their greed. Nothing attracts potential worshippers like saving the lives of loved ones."
 

Seeing the others rendered speechless and equally unwitted by the amazing spectacle before them, Orpheus enters the magic shop and leaves the two to gather themselves.
"Greetings!" he says jovially as he pushes past a display of clockwork gizmos and dodges random floating trinkets to get to the storeclerk's desk.
 

"It may make sense, but I miss a chapter of the events of this city. What brought you to the dwarven city? Attacks against the city?" asks Leanthas
 

Mimic said:
"Mornin lad, I hope you slept well. Leanthas and Alinis are here, we were about to venture to other churches and see if we could convince them to help us with the wands. You are more then welcome to join us if you wish."

Smiling slightly at the irony of the dwarf asking if he would like to do something, before being able to simply order him to do so, Zeric nodded once but did not rise immediately. Looking once at the alter of Cuthbert before speaking, Zeric broke the silence of the room once more.

"I want you to speak with Keygan before we leave. The gnome is the reason that those children were put in harm's way, as well as the others that we rescued from the slaver's lair. While I am sure in his mind his actions were justified, he needs to be held accountable for his deeds."

Locking eyes with the priest, Zeric continued.

"You know as well as I do that if the church turns a blind eye to his deeds, it will open a floodgate for others to break the law and claim that their actions were caused by extreme duress. If his actions are made public, then his business will suffer, as none will ever trust him again. If you do this for me, I will obey what High Priestess Urikas has ordered me to do, and defer to your judgement for as long as we travel together. If you do not, then I will not be able to follow your orders Cudgel, as I will not follow a person I do not respect."
 

Velmont said:
"It may make sense, but I miss a chapter of the events of this city. What brought you to the dwarven city? Attacks against the city?" asks Leanthas

"I'm from the Nerenese empire, a kingdom far to the south. My home is in the sapphire mountains and I'm currently on walk-about. I was running short of money and needed a job. I encountered my current companions through chance when we helped Zeric fight off some thugs. When we went with him to the church of St. Cuthbert, they told us about orphans disappearing. I didn't like the sound of it and agreed to help out. We tracked them down to a half-demon slaver using the old gnomish and dwarven ruins as a base of operations. We destroyed the slaver and during the course of further exploration found you." she said, using a fairly concise if edited version of the events that transpired to bring the group together.
 

Entering Skie's shop, Orpheus sees many kinds of magic items decorating the shelves. Glass cases line the store where various trinkets sit atop silken pillows, placards arranged neatly in front of them, declaring the specifics of the item they represent. Standing behind what looks to be the main counter, a female gnome dressed in fine wizardly robes looks up from a thick ledger and smiles.

"Ah yes," she says brightly. "What can I do for you, young man?" she asks.
 

"I am Orpheus Calliope," the bard says in Gnome, making a flourishing bow, "and I was hoping you dealt in information as well as you do in the arcanic arts around us..."
 

The gnome raises her eyebrows, intrigued. After looking Orpheus up and down she nods to herself, as if satisfied about something, then replies, "I can certainly try. What is it you wish to know?"
 

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