The Emperor of Solmaria

[Li Shenron]

Aramil proceeds to undress and bath together with the others, hoping for an instant that it is indeed a bath and not a cauldron...

OOC: Character updated

 

[Mithreander]

OOC: No elves. Thanks Li for the update.

[/soze]

As Aramil gets into the pool, he wonders at the clean water, for he knows that they are not the first to use the pool in this manner. Studying it, he notes that there is not an outlet to the pool and with the pool recieving fresh water from the spring consistantly, it should be overflowing.

As the companions wash they note that the dirt. grime and shame of the sewers washes towards the bottom of the pool to disappear quickly in the bubbles imulating from the bottom. The bubbles giving an odd scrubbing feel as they course around the adventurers bodies.

Aramil, feeling with his foot finally feel multiple holes from which both the bubbles are coming from, and where the mud and used water is running. He concludes that there must be a cavern just below this one that the water is running to. He also notes that the water in the pool is actually warmer then the water coming from the spring, so there is a heat source in that other cavern aswell. He then notes to himself that it was very interested, but probably had nothing to do with their present situation.

Kinden, who acknowledges the orc, gets his hand pumped as the orc grabs it in a shake. "Kinden then! Well, we be havin a good meal soon from you's and your'in peoples 'elp! You be joinin' us then, yes?"

The gnome, in the meantime, taking a good look at Lenya as she washes answers her question as if she had spoken to him. "It trully depends on where you are headed. If you are headed out of the sewers and the city, as I imagine you are, then yes, you are headed in the right direction. Just beyond the falls' pool is a corridor heading north. You take that till you et to the grate. Unfortunately, it's guarded, thus the people here. It's the only fresh water source for quite a while, and it's semi hidden and very defensable. Not that we've had to test it, thank goodness. It seems the Emporers eyes are else where right now, and he's content to let us rot in the sewers, trapped by his agents."

"My name is Knash, spelled with a 'k'. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Darhaan looks over the wound in Xanths chest and quickly determines that he can heal it with little difficulty. Laying his hand on the wound, and saying a word to Pelor in thanks, the wound heals with an imulation of light.

Bringing up light, all of you notice that the cavern itself is lit by a natural fungus that gives off a green glow. The same fungus that was brought to Aramil's mind when looking at the zombies glow... perhaps the fungus had more to do with that then he had first thought.

Xanth's starts to talk to the individuals in the cavern about weapons, and though there is no 'weapon supplier', there is a pile of weapons in a corner that the people he asks says he can pick from. In it are a long sword, bastard sword, two-handed sword (greatsword), 4 shortswords, and 10 daggers.

 

[hippocrachus]

Xanthas thanks Dar enthusiastically and apologizes for his earlier behavior. The white in his boots seemingly visible again through the stains might have something to do with his good mood. After finding the weapons pile he looks everything over with a critical eye. First he picks up the longsword, turning it in his hands. It's a relatively good make. He puts it down and looks at the hand-and-a-half sword, not wholly unfamiliar with it (being a mediocre weapons specialist and all). Certainly is different... He places it next to the longsword and takes the greatsword in his hands. He puts it down carefully without bothering to consider it or the smaller weapons. After a period of consideration and a strong need to be different from the rest of the party he's currently traveling with, Xanthas chooses to take the bastard sword. He takes a nervous glance around, waiting for the "That'll be 'x' amount of 'y'" punchline.

 

[Mithreander]

Xanths turns to see who would be approaching him after his choice to collect payment, but no one seems to be watching, much less careing what Xanths is doing... except for an orc-kin child near the pile of weapons themselves.

"They were all found, out there." it says in broken common, motioning with his head towards the exit. "Could you teach me?" he asks, motioning, once more with his head, to the sword that Xanth is holding.

OOC: Xanth notes that one of the daggers and the greatsword are both better quality then any of the other weapons, though none of them are poorly crafted.

 

[hippocrachus]

Seeing a particularly well-made dagger, Xanthas bends down and picks it up, sliding it in his vacant boot. He smiles at the orc-kin child and motions for him to pick a weapon from the pile. Feeling a need to further familiarize himself with his new weapon he sees no reason not to spar with the child. He goes easy on him of course...

 

[Majin]

Shadowleaf all the while having been standing somewhere out the way finally approaches the hot springs and strips quietly. Not saying a word to anyone nor making eye contact he slips into the pool and begins to wash the grim away. After cleansing himself thoroughly he leans back to relax and finally begins to take in the rest of the others sharing the bath. Thinking the gnome quite knowledgable of the place he asks in little more than a hushed whisper, "Sir gnome, if this is some sort of refuge, and self sustaining as it seems to be, as you have means of gathering food and obviously leaving being difficult, would there happen to be a clothier among your ranks? Someone who can craft fine or exotic apparel that would fit my tastes?"

 

[Mithreander]

Xanths offers to spare with the boy, who appears to be about 10, if he were human, but finds that he has a fard time doing even that with the boys skill. He ends up showing the boy the most basic technecs to sword play so that he COULD spare with him.

The gnome turns to SHadowleaf and grins. "A tailer we have, cloth we do not. No, I'm afraid that though we have food," he looks to the cooking fires in the corner, were spits can be seen roasting rat carcuses, and stew going, "of a sort, and fresh water, we are still refugees. No, you'll have to look elswhere for clothing of any style, I'm afraid." He laughs a little, looking to a different area where Shadowleaf now sees someone stitching together... something in forms of clothing. The Gnome motions with his head towards the orcish lady and says "That's Anna, our tailer. Right now she's working on a new outfit for one of the hunters. It's made of cured hide, or leather, the only thing that lasts for longer then a week down in the sewers. Right now all she has to work with is rat pelt."

 

[Thanee]

"Err... Miss Lenya, can I ask you a favor? Could you please use the magic you used before to clean me up a bit? I really don't enjoy getting wet."

OOC: I actually thought, she has done that already... at least, that was the intention (to clean herself and the others (which includes Dar))!

 

[Thanee]

Lenya absolutely didn't care, if someone watched her, while undressing and getting into the pool. The fresh water was all her mind was focused on in that moment. Once finished with her own body, she also picks up her clothes and starts to clean them in the pool, spreading them on the edge to dry (while speeding that up with her still-running spell).

She asks Midnight to come down to the edge of the pool and get her feathers cleaned from the stench of the sewer as well.

At first, Lenya is a bit surprised about the gnome answering her, since she actually addressed her companions, but then again, he had very good news for her.

“Nice to meet you, Knash,” Lenya tries to pronounce the name as correctly as possible, “my name is Lenya. That's really good news, that we almost made it out of this mess. I'm sure we'll find a way past those guards... we must find one. Do you happen to know how many of them are positioned at the exit?”

 

[Majin]

Shadowleaf frowns at Knash's reply to his inquiry. For a moment he considers offering a piece of his silk rope for material, but his thoughts dwell on the quantity of silver he would require also to create what he had in mind. In a rare moment of consideration for others not in his immediate circle of acquaintances he regards Anna stiching together filthy pieces of rat pelt, and realizes these people had more pressing matters than to make such a fine accessory for him at this time. No, he would find someone more worthy to make such a piece that would honor his goddess, and prove practical at the same time. Shar had shown him in a vision what is was to look like, and he would have it in no other form.

OOC: Shadowleaf's idea of "consideration" is slightly skewed I should add