The Emperor of Solmaria

[Lichtenhart]

Incantus reaches Darhaan, handing the scroll to Kinden the scroll with his free hand as he says to the dwarf "I'll be taking over here. Go, you have more pressing business below. The others will need you'n help. There are 'things' in those sewers which don't take kindly to trespassers." The black skinned man looks ready to move infront of the dwarf at any given moment.

"May the Mighty Sun always spray his benevolent rays upon you, Incantus. At my sign go. Now!" Darhaan just waits for the moment when the guards are recharging their crossbows, slips away giving room to Incantus, and then he retreats to the room with the sewer entrance.
When he sees that they prepared the desk to block the door he smiles "Not a bad idea, and glad to have you back, miss."
he then helps them with the desk and wait for everyone else to go before climbing down himself, mumbling "Wonderful, truly wonderful. A merry trip through the sewers was just what I had in mind to pass a lovely evening. Oh, let's not forget, monster infested sewers too. I'm glad you never forget about about me and are always willing to teach me new lessons in humility. Yeah I feel like I need them."

 

[Thanee]

Lenya sighs. Oh my... I guess with all you folk present, leaving the city through the actual gate isn't an option, huh?

Well, at least I can do something about this stench for a while... With that Lenya casts a Prestidigitation to freshen the air around herself and her companions. Noticing some strange looks, as she suddenly starts casting a spell there, she just shrugs. Better?

 

[silentspace]

Nice fighting dwarf! Glad we're on the same side!

Kinden, figuring the three persons can handle the door, ignores them and quickly opens the scroll, hoping theres a map of the sewers on it somewhere. If there isn't something on it that looks immediately useful, he'll quickly roll it up again and tuck it safely away in his pouch, figuring that this is probably not the best time to be reading it, in the middle of an escape.

 

[Majin]

If/After the door is properly blocked Shadowleaf quickly makes his way down into the sewers to join the others.

 

[Mithreander]

The orcs with the injured bouncer is the last through the door. Darhaan, Shadowleaf and Xanthas easily push the desk into place befor ethe door, and Shadowleak throws the lock down for good measure. By the time the three had doen that, the rest had made it down the ladder.

Then Xanthas, Shadowleaf and finally Darhaan make it down the rope. They come down to step admit the crowd in more then mud, everyone who wants one, has a torch, and the resulting fumes do little for the smell. That is until Lenya casts her spell to vanquish the fumes as well as those from the environment.

Kinden unrolls the scroll, and with all the light around notes that there is indead a map, though not of the sewers. The scale of the map is much larger, and it seems that the Oracle is nearly 10 leagues away from the city, proper! The map shows it to the west, towards Old Solmaria, and also has marked on it different tereitories that would need to be crossed, including 2 humanoid ranges (one ogre, the other orcish), an elven forest, and an aerie, whatever that means.

Besides that map is a letter to the oracle herself/hisself.

 

[hippocrachus]

Xanthas looks at his boots sullenly, but holds his tongue of any complaints. He determines to wait until he gets out of the sewer to browse through his newly aquired items. Standing amongst the group he notes the smell in the air. Best these sewers have smelled in years. He looks to the silver-haired elf and offers a hand, "I am Xanthas Routillia, a pleasure making your acquaintance."

 

[deadestdai]

The bard started off north, trying his best to stay clean. I should go on and leave these fools behind to their fate - bound to be an exit about here somewhere... Dylan strained his eyes trying to peer through the edge of the torchlit gloom. Suddenly with eyes wide he ran back to the gathered escapee's.

Rats! There are rats down here! Big! I could have sworn one of them was as big as a horse!

Suddenly as he arrives back, the bard's seeming panic calms at the sight of the unrolled map. Old Solmaria...... Barbarians, fiersome and monstrous Ogres? This trip will be a most difficult undertaking! This Oracle had best provide sufficient word or advice for our "fine" and seemingly now "unhurt" host, that would solve his Emperor's maladies. Should perhaps we not find others to further strengthen our small group? This all spoken with a bard's typical flourish.

 

[silentspace]

Kinden

Kinden tucks the scroll away and looks up at the trap door above them.

Let's get a move on, the guards aren't far behind. We can do introductions later. There's a map on the scroll, says the Oracle is 10 leagues away to the west. I'm okay with travelling out of the city by sewer, if that's the best way. But let's not stand around here too much longer. Good people risked their lives to make sure we escape to visit the Oracle, and I intend to do just that.

Kinden looks at the wounded, trying to figure how much healing they need. He won't stop to heal now though, he wants to get at least a few intersections away first.

Innkeeper, should we start heading west then?

Kinden will take point and start heading west, bow in hand, if no one else wants to.

 

[hippocrachus]

Xanthas pulls his hand back from the silver-haired elf in reply to the other elf's statement giving the latter a sidewards glance. "I have no quarrels with you, good Sir Elf..." He then begins walking after him, lost in thoughts best left unsaid.

 

[Mithreander]

THe inkeeper shakes his head. "Me and me boys'll go to the east. We have a safe haven in that direction. To the north you'll find the way out of the city. Continue to follow the coredor north. At any T, take the most direct one to a north passage. After a few hours, you should come to some falls. YOu'll have to find your way down them to continue north, but it is possible. After that, it should be a straight shoot out." The innkeeper offers his hand to each of you in turn. "Good luck"