Shackled City - Chapter III

[hippocrachus]

Orpheus glances around guardedly; making sure no unwanted ears were paying heed and seeing his companions hadn't quite caught up with him yet.
A blessing. The fewer headaches I can avoid the better.
"What if I were to tell you that I had information regarding an underground Gnome complex beneath this very city?" he continues in Gnome with no apparent traces of an accent.
I doubt she is ignorant, but maybe I can impress her...

 

[Majin]

"Jzadirune you mean?" she says with a coy smile. "That city is no secret my dear boy, though it may appear so to those new to Cauldron. It was abandoned long ago, after the gnomish population that lived below mysteriously disappeared without a trace," she explains, sadly shaking her head. "The high ranking city officials of Cauldron had the doors sealed and built around or over to hide them from the the populace above. Most know of its existance really, but less know its name, and fewer still the location of its entrances," she says, matter-of-factly.

"Though I know I haven't seen you about before, so you must be new. You have the adventurer's type about you, I can tell," she nods firmly. "How abouts did you learn of Jzadirune?" she asks, genuine interest showing on her face.

 

[hippocrachus]

Tongues wag more freely when they wag in pairs, he thinks to himself with a sigh. This one will be hard to impress, but I may not need to.
"I've just recently traveled from a Gnome city many leagues east of Cauldron. Berenackle? Prince Beren considered me a favorite in his halls..." he looks to the wizard for any signs of recognition. "I was only meaning to pass through Cauldron, but a brawl outside of the Drunken Morkoth delayed my departure quite a bit. The High Priestess of St. Cuthbert sent me to investigate a crime most terrible," he pauses for effect, but seeing it was only an annoyance to the wise gnome, he continues.
"Kidnappers," he states bluntly. "And slavers. Their trail led me deep into Jzadirune; as deep as the Dwarven city below," this time he stops to guage if what he's said is important.

 

[Majin]

No flash of recognition passes Skye's face at the mention of Berenackle, but she blinks sharply at Orpheus' mention of the slaver. "This is troublesome news, she replies, gravely. "I could not begin to guess what it could mean for such an operation to be going on beneath our feet such as that," she adds.

"Generally I have many adventuring groups that pass through this city visit me from time to time. I appreciate the stories of their deeds that they share with me. They're never alone though. Did you really manage to rid the underground city of them all on your own?"

 

[Velmont]

Leanthas take another sips of his mixture and listen to Alinis. Once Alinis story si finish, Leathas tells "I've been thinking about your suggestion, and there is a flaw. The point why the temples doesn't produce wands anymore is because th wands of St-Cuthbert alone is enough to contain the flood. If that's true, the military force won't have to be mobilized to contain the effect of the flood. Only when it will become obvious that St-Cuthbert wands is not enough to contain the flood, which mean too late, while they start to produce wands. To convince the temple, we must convince them that St-Cuthbert wands is not enough, and revealing that our employer are in a weak situation. I have no problem with that, but Zeric and Althron won't like that idea, as that may become a weapon to a temple who play well intrigue. In other word, it may turn just as I suggested."

 

[hippocrachus]

"I am merely a musician," Orpheus says lightly, flexing an arm to accentuate the point, "and only the brains of the outfit. I came to you with two of my companions; whom I left outside your door so I could test the waters. The others are about..." he says, trying to add a bit of mystery.

 

[kirinke]

Leanthas take another sips of his mixture and listen to Alinis. Once Alinis story si finish, Leathas tells "I've been thinking about your suggestion, and there is a flaw. The point why the temples doesn't produce wands anymore is because th wands of St-Cuthbert alone is enough to contain the flood. If that's true, the military force won't have to be mobilized to contain the effect of the flood. Only when it will become obvious that St-Cuthbert wands is not enough to contain the flood, which mean too late, while they start to produce wands. To convince the temple, we must convince them that St-Cuthbert wands is not enough, and revealing that our employer are in a weak situation. I have no problem with that, but Zeric and Althron won't like that idea, as that may become a weapon to a temple who play well intrigue. In other word, it may turn just as I suggested."

"True. But on the other hand, from what I've seen, the clerics of St. Cuthbert have been complacent. Instead of doing their best to keep the alliance going, they let it fall fallow. Perhaps we could talk to the other temples seers. If we can get them on our side, their respectiv temples will follow." Alinis offered. "My people have a saying. Complacency only leads to the slaughtering block, adaptability leads to the feasting."

 

[Dhes]

After taking in the sight of numerous cantrips around the store, the sorcerer enters the store and inspects the wares on display, especially taking note of a finely woven cloak.
Not wanting to interrupt the bard’s little talk with the female gnome he silently waits and inspects some more of the merchandise.

 

[hippocrachus]

Orpheus notices Elyas making a clumsy attempt at being inconspicuous and smiles broadly at Skye.
"This one is Elyas," the bard whispers in Gnome. "He knows more about the arcane than I. I was informed by a most attractive young lady named Annah that you were a dealer in magical wares; I thought it pertinent that he be here."
"Elyas, don't be coy. Come and introduce yourself," he says with a wide smile, waving the sorcerer over.

 

[Dhes]

Slightly puzzled by the bard’s statement, Coy I’m not being coy? Putting down a flame carved wand, Elyas walks over to the counter to introduce himself. “Well met, I’m Elyas Machera …and you must be the lady Skie.”