The Key to Victory

[HolyMan]

"Ok... ok," Aver says throwing his foot down. "Does anyone have an extra sack I can borrow?"

[sblock=Enemy Equipment]
Thugs x5
leather armor
club
light crossbow
bolts (varies)
dagger
traveler's outfit

Desnor
breastplate
shield
morningstar
Holy Symbol (know religion DC 20)
spell component pouch
jewerly: 4 rings, bracers (gold&silver), heavy necklace chain
traveler's outfit

Haden
chain shirt
dragon gauntlet
brooch (magical) - It was seen by everyone that Trinham's magic missiles did not affect Haden
dagger
traveler's outfit [/sblock]

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth glares at Aver. "That's not an oath or a promise. Say the words Aver."

The young man looks sidelong as his summoned lights wink out of existence. "And can any of you other mages cast a longer-lasting light spell? My little conjured lights don't last particularly long."

 

[ghostcat]

Trinham is oblivious as to what is going on around him as he is concentrating on his Detect magic spell while he continues checking the items.

OOC: I got my sums wrong and used the 10 sec rounds, instead of 6 sec round Should be 6 mins * 10 rounds/min = 60 rounds or 20 items @ 3 rounds per item.

 

[HolyMan]

"Alright," Aver sighs. "I promise not to bring back more treasure than I can carry and swim with. There can we go now?"

"Here Jareth," Cedric says picking up a lose crossbow bolt. He utters over it and the point starts to glow. "Should last a couple minutes."

Over by the collected pile of gear Trinham frowns. Nothing but the brooch is magical. The chain shirt looks well made just a little blood stained.

One of the thugs sees his look and pipes up. "You want to see the armory?"

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth nods, shoving his dripping wet hair back again. "That's better. And thanks Cedric. Now let's take that swim."

Jareth walks back into the water and takes a deep breath before diving beneath the surface again. He forces himself to not just swim around, and instead head for the cave, guiding the others. The young man, seemingly at-home in the water (were it not for the breathing issue), leads Mal and Aver into the submerged cave with the aid of the shining crossbow bolt in his hand.

When the three break the surface of the water in the hidden cavern, he simply treads water. "Alright Aver, make sure there aren't any traps along the edge, around or on the crown or sword or the hoard. And remember your oath. If you don't, you will have a hard time swimming back out of here." Jareth holds the glowing bolt aloft to give the elf a better view of the indicated area.

 

[jackslate45]

Knowing that leaving now cause confusion, Ern whispers to Trinham and says "The armory is sure to have items, but let us wait until Jaerth's group returns?"

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

Mal gathers his resolve and follows Jareth into the depths of the water. He is not as graceful as Jareth, but he manages to follow. When they break from the water into the cave, the smell assaults him. He hears the words, and adds, "And remember, should you not take heed to our warning, you will have to continue to heal yourself. I will not heal you still..."

 

[ghostcat]

Trinham whispers in reply to Em "How long is it likely to take. I'll tell you now that Jareth is in a hurry and will want to be on his way."

 

[HolyMan]

[sblock=Swimmers] Avers head pops out of the water and he breathes in deeply. Then he gasps "Oh my Gods!!! Look at all that!!!"

He barely hears Malaroc or Jareth as he casts about quickly for anything dangerous. "Looks clear," he says as he pulls himself out of the water.

Again he quickly casts about the ground, and then the pedestal. "Looks clear here too." Moving to a pile of coins he starts filling his pockets. "How many trips you say we are taking?" he asks greedily.[/sblock]

 

[Dragonwriter]

[sblock=In the cave]
OOC: Do we really need to sblock, since there are two of the characters involved here? Just asking...

Jareth glares at Aver and his greed. "Search the pedestal carefully, not some half-ass rush-job that gets us killed because you were too concerned with filling your pockets. And if you don't stop shoveling the hoard into your pack, you won't even be making the trip back out of here. It'll weigh you down and I will not help you swim back up."

The young man swims forward and climbs out onto the shelf of rock, dripping wet again. "And know you just lost all credibility and trust with me," he states coldly.
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