As no one speaks Oliver glances at his companions wondering if they indeed took anything from the wretched place. When the attention turns away from the group he asks: "Did anyone bring anything from the shop?"
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Having completed the track through the city Oliver is in the most friendly of moots. When asked what they brought back he just shakes his head. "Not much I think, the others might have something." he says gesturing towards the rest of the group.
What sort of terrain surround the city, I want to choose something matching where he grew up.
"Decent idea. I really like the thought of sleeping in a bed again." Oliver agrees.
"Should we head back now?" Oliver asks looking for some insight into the thoughts of his companions.
"This will most likely be a pleasant memory if we are so unlucky as to encounter real cultist or Gods forbid daemons." Oliver replies and decides to let Sam continue her annoying rambles. Turning to Greylocke he asks: "Can you walk?"
A bit annoyed Oliver replies: It was where the fighting was, it is not something you just move." Looking as Valtyra heals Mordan he adds: "he might have fallen not matter where the fight was." His voice shifts to a more concerned tone: "What happened to you, your eyes..." his voice trails off and he keeps a guarded stance.
Finally sheathing his sword Oliver catches his breath in the somewhat cleaner air. "That was a though one, I thought it had you at one point," he remarks then turns to Sam and asks: "How is the old man, not to badly hurt?" Then notices the red glowing eyes, his hand finds the hilt and he mutters under his breath: [b]"Not you too."[/ooc]
Striding through the toxic cloud Oliver sheaths his sword and attempts to wrist the small creature free while keeping it an arms length away.
Still unaffected by the abnormal air Oliver steps to the paladin's side and tries to force the attacker away using his sword as leverage and in the process hoping to wound it.
While the vapours of Daemon god still leaves Oliver untouched, the Sshriek goes straight to his bones or more preciesly his stomach. It twist and turns leaving unable to do anytthing save trying to limps away from the little foul creature. "Kill it," he manages to yell between two rather nasty turns of his stomach.
Feeling no ill effects Oliver presses on. The strange plant-like creature also seems unaffected. Perhaps we are alike? he wonders.
The thought infuriates him and causes his blade to pass well above the small menace.
Giving Valtyra time to access the symbol Oliver turns his attention to the rest of the room. "Do you think those are also Daemonic?" Oliver asks Greylocke pointing to the chest and figurine.
"I guess those weren't the reason we went here?" Oliver asks as the men are allowed to leave. "Remind me what I should be looking for," he adds when they begin to search the Topaz solutions. Moving into the basement he forces a strained smile. "This is it isn't it?" he asks pointing to the painting on the wall.
Stepping to Haroon's side Oliver draws his blade and slashes at the attacker. The other manages to parry leaving Oliver bitter preparing for his next assault.
Smiling coldly Oliver draws his sword and readies himself himself to attack those who might avoid Terendrelev's might and later those who don't.
Puzzled by Haroon's speach Oliver keeps his mouth shut and awaits the response of the men, but keeps his hand on the hilt.
"What will we find at this Topaz solutions?" Oliver asks uncertain of the soundness of their plan.
Unsure about their opponents Oliver asks: "Who are these Ivory Labyrinth guys? Beastmen?"
You are properly right keeping scrolls and potions are the wiser strategy. Mark me down for that.
Weighting his options Oliver remains silent pushing the time to speak by taking a mouthful of food followed by more than enough ale to wash it down. Finally he has decided and says: "It seems driving these bastards away has its perks, so I guess I am also staying for now."
I think we should keep most if not all of the potions. I have no interest in the rest of the treasure.
When the first pint is placed in front of him Oliver almost gulps a quarter of it down. Once the initial thirst is quenched he shares some of their experiences from below. "You all saw the cave in, well we and some others fell down, most of the others didn't make it..."
"Real food would be appreciated, we haven't had a decent hot meal for days," Oliver replies picking up on the last offer. Shaking the mans hand he adds: "I am Oliver Cross, I stayed at another inn before all this happened."
"Lets hope he doesn't come back," Oliver says as the prisoner is released. With the general consensus being sleeping here Oliver adds: "Haroon, if you or Sam wakes me when it's time I'll take one of the middle watches."
Internet down, hope for tomorrow
"Is he worth our time?" Oliver asks. "I am not suggesting we should burn him, but a quick death is a much more than he would have given these" he continues gesturing towards the librarians. Adressing Valtyra he asks: "Is this not the most likely punishment for his crimes?"
Seeing the tieflings trying to escape Oliver smiles predatory and suggests: "Perhaps we should hunt them down?" He waits while gifts and pleasantries are exchanged but watches the tieflings' movements.
On his way to the window, he picks up one of the grey stripes, examining it he is puzzled by the origin. "Not of this world," he mumbles.
Oliver makes his way in after the others, the stolen bow is drawn and as soon as he has a somewhat clear shot at the tiefling he fires. The tight lipped smile becomes even more strained as he sees the arrow fly past.
Looking at the devastation Oliver contemplates why this happened. "Could something still be salvaged?" he asks.
Pressing the attack Oliver steps forward to Valtyra's side and brings his blade to bear on another rat, this time only glancing it. "Shall we let them flee?" he asks.
Cursing as the filthy teeth tears his flesh Oliver quickly draws his blade and slash at one of the rats. Severing the head from the body, he smiles, revenge is sweet.
No problem, I hope she is well.
Studying the gesticulations of Valtyra Oliver gains a little understanding of the city layout. "I think Greylocke is right we should plan our travels, but I for one wouldn't mind settling a few scores along the way."
"There are many requests and we can only follow one at a time, so which one? I also have the ruins of an inn I would like to stop by" Oliver asks the others? He seems indifferent to the outcome.
"Good," Oliver smiles sinisterly. "I'll follow you there. There might be demons there."
Emerging from the sewers Oliver smile as the sun caresses his face. Opening his eyes he takes in the sight before him and slowly the smile lessens before disappearing. "By the love of all the gods..." he says unable to finish the sentence. He goes silently to the nearest destroyed building poking at the rubble with his foot. at the second scream they hear, he looks up, anger present in his face. "Should we continue up here what we started below?" he asks adding: "I have an urge to kill."
As the divine power revives Oliver, he looks fearfully for signs of demons. "Are they gone," he asks panic clear in his voice. Looking to Greylocke he adds in a calmer voice: "Thank you for the divine intervention father." Continuing to Haroon he mumbles: "And thanks I guess." Seeing the ladders Oliver only says: "Finally."
While having taken some severe wounds in addition to those he were carrying before, the bleeding stops as Oliver lies unconscious on the cold stone floor.
The last thing Oliver remembers before falling to the unnoticed enemy is satisfaction. Then he falls to the ground.
Stepping out behind Ginger Oliver smiles coldly as the Dretch comes in to view. Inside he shakes as flashbacks to that faithful night. With practise Olivers arrow flies true.
Moving to the most rightly wall Oliver tries to spot anything in the labyrinth ahead. "Nothing to see yet," he calls out.
Looking questioningly at Valtyra Oliver ask: "Anything on the other side?" When Haroon tries the lock in the door, he draws his bow ready to fire.
"So that is what happened under the cover of darkness," Oliver says smiling to himself. He stands and draws his bow, holding an arrow ready and indicating he is ready to move on.
Unsure what happens there Oliver tries to reassure himself the climb is safe and after a few good tugs, he begins the climb. Once up he tries to orientate himself, but fails to do so in the darkness. "Light?" he whispers into the darkness.
Unsure of Valtyra's remark Oliver asks: "Do you have an idea of what awaits us?"
Feeling his stomach turn when the stench hits him Oliver pales a little. "There can be nothing of interest there, lets move on," he suggests.
Ahh... Valtyra, now I understand your reply, not only did I miss your level as a paladin, I also skimmed over your previous post, failing to see you holding the sword and your conversation with Greylocke. I was a bit surprised by your reply to me as I thought it was a rather benign comment I had made. In my mind either Sam or Haroon was holding the sword and I wanted a paladin to have in the hopes that it might awaken and give us an easy way out.
"Gladly," Oliver replies and begins to move away. |