The Emperor of Solmaria

[Mithreander]

The orc answers Kinden "I will acompany you and help how I can, but will not risk my family. If you succeed, then I'll return here to tell the others so that ewveryone has an opertunity to use the opening you create. If not, then only I will pay for our failures."

OOC: Please pretend the above was spoken in my normal broken common speach from this orc... I typed it with only the content in mind, and not the speach pattern! Thanks!

 

[Lichtenhart]

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

OOC: Ooops I probably missed that. Sorry. And Mith, we agreed Dar shouldn't be able to lay on hands before he sees the sun again. Don't worry, it's no biggie anyway.

Dar is quite shocked as the ritual prayer he mumbled while examining Xanthas's wound completely heals him with a flash of warm light. He knew very well that the most noble Sunwarriors could heal mortal wounds with just a touch, but he was never able to do it, and, frankly, he thought he didn't deserve such a gift. Seing for a moment the glory of Pelor shine deep into the earth reminds him of his childhood, as he takes the resolution to take his time to pray and meditate once he's out of this maze again, for he feels his god has something to tell him.

Then Xanthas is back with the two platinum coins for him.
"I hope you are not trying to pay me for helping with that scratch you had. I could kill for much less, you know." the dwarf says, grinning, then his piercing eyes are back on the fighter's face "Where did you find them, anyway?"

 

[hippocrachus]

Xanthas laughs at Dar's suggestion of paying him off. "No, Sir Dar, I would not construe your magnanimous behavior as a debt to be payed," he says using the extents of his vocabulary in a single sentence. He just stares at him when he mentions killing as being less expensive than healing. Weirdo. "Do not fret, Sir, I led a very bountiful life before I met our little rabble. I merely found it appropiate that we share each other's god-given graces," he says without hesitating when questioned about the coin, playing his best "lordly" role all the while.

 

[deadestdai]

Making sure he is thoroughly scrubbed and not in the least "niffy", Dylan dresses and makes his way to the roasting pits and after swift, though familiar and friendly introduction sits amongst any peoples there and seranades one and all, glad to eat any food offered. (Rat or otherwise, as befits his lowly background.)

 

[Lichtenhart]

Xanthas laughs at Dar's suggestion of paying him off. "No, Sir Dar, I would not construe your magnanimous behavior as a debt to be payed," he says using the extents of his vocabulary in a single sentence. He just stares at him when he mentions killing as being less expensive than healing. Weirdo. "Do not fret, Sir, I led a very bountiful life before I met our little rabble. I merely found it appropiate that we share each other's god-given graces," he says without hesitating when questioned about the coin, playing his best "lordly" role all the while.

Noticing the fighter's confused face, Dar explains, laughing: "No, I don't work as a blade for hire, I just meant that I could have taken offense, if it was a payment, and I could have killed for smaller offences. Nevermind. Dwarven humor. Anyway, I appreciate the gesture, but this people seems to be in much greater need than me, so I think it would be best to share you bounty with them. They probably lost everything thank to the emperor's new law, may he live forever to make up for all the troubles he's causing."

 

[Li Shenron]

After cleaning himself and his clothes a little too, Aramil doesn't indulge in the pool more than it is strictly necessary. Once out, having looked at Xanthas appraising his "loot" he tells him: Would you mind if I keep the cigar box? You can have the platinum if you wish. Oh, and don't throw away ink & quill, I can carry them if they may be useful later. I mean, of course to the ones who can write....

Then he intends to take a look at the glowing fungus, and with his dagger to take a sample of it for further study and put it in his pouch.

 

[hippocrachus]

Earlier while Xanthas is still forcing his dagger into the silver lock and Aramil asks if he could have the box, Xanthas narrows his eyes and gives him a threatening glare. Greedy fool! "I'd mind it very much," he says in an almost gutteral voice, ignoring the intended insult. He puts the box away and leaves to go about his business after leaving a coin for Aramil.
Now facing Dar and on the brink of having to be more generous than even Xanthas can stand, he pretends to find "Dwarven Humor" funny; it might make him look good. "Here, Sir Dar, I'd give all the money I could if I had a lot to spare. I grant a small fraction of my credit to our group to further strengthen our cause. By the will of Heironious, we are the lance set on Evil, and to strengthen that lance we must first strengthen ourselves. It is unfortunate, but the blight of Evil must be gotten rid of before the innocent can be fed," he says slowly backing away, hoping the mention of his god will stop any further rebuttal (not being familiar with the idea of religion).

 

[Mithreander]

OOC: Sorry Lichtenhart! One of the only times I take liberties with a character and I screw it up! Once more, I appologize!

The gnome, listening to the exchange between the dwarven paladin and the human fighter laughs. "Worry not, for coins down here are as useful as junk metal. We have no where to buy anything, so have no need for coin. Commerse, unfortunately... or fortunately is beyond our reach, and we beyond it's!"

 

[hippocrachus]

Xanthas looks at the gnome soberly. Good. "Even so, I do not believe my friends and I will be down here too much longer," he uses the word "friends" loosely. He leaves Darhaan in a hurry to seemingly complete his handouts.

 

[Mithreander]

The group relaxes and feel refreshed after eating (their own rations, or the rat meat stew, if they perfer), and bathing.

Finally, they agree it's time to leave. They pack up, say their farewells and head back to the fall enterance. Midnight, after being cleaned, bucks into the bag almost thankfully when Lenya offers it. The rest are forced to plunge under the falls to get out and are once more submerged in slime, gook and everything people use the sewers for.

Xanths shows the group the path through the pool, so at least they wound not have to wade through the waste, and come to the dry land beyond the pool, the roar of the falls echoing behind them, covering all sounds.

There are passages to the north, east and west.

The orc who agreed to come points towards the northern passage and heads down it. The run off of the falls also uses the norther passage (the west and east passages were dry), but this time there is enough room on either side of the runn off to walk, so you do not have to walk through the sludge this time.

After about 4 hours of walking, everyone notices a light source ahead. Wlaking another 30 minutes confirms it's the grate: the way out!