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Of Quills and Quarrels prt 2

Again resisting the urge to knock him flat, she calmly looked up at him, “You may call me…” She hesitated, “You can call me… Jade”

Elric looked at her quizzically, that is either a wealthy name, or a natural name, though humans took few natural names. If it were that she was rich then he may like to tag along with her for a bit longer then a fortnight. He would have to find out. “My name, my dear lady is Elric Delshman,” he stated striking a heroic pose.

“Well my dear Jade let us not waste time;” he continued, “lets get out of here before dusk” Elric flourished. He must take extra care if he wants to get a reward for rescuing her. “Take care now, ahead it shall be dangerous just stay close and stay behind me.”

Elric approached the door with care, the surprise of there escape must not be dampened. Holding his ear to the door he listened carefully, faint groans and ragged breath he could hear from the other side, no doubt from two different people although who and how strong he could not tell. Looking at the handle, he saw only a simple lock that he quickly and silently undid. Unarmed surprise was his only weapon, Elric worried, especially with the dead weight of a prissy rich girl, pretty though she was, she probably couldn’t help him at all, and he wasn’t going to count on anything from her either.

Opening the door swiftly and darting toward the area where he knew the first person was he blindly struck out.

“Wait!” Jade cried. Just the single word put a moment of hesitation in Elric’s fist and made him look at what he was about to hit, only then did he notice the man was barely conscious, and badly beaten. Elric quickly tried to side step and recover his form, but tripped into the second man who was only slightly improved then the first and was able to sit up enough to dodge out of the way of the oncoming rescuer, leaving Elric to fall head first into a corner.

While Elric was recovering, trying to make a smooth motion as though he meant to fall, Jade quickly undid the bounds, which held the first captive whispering softly to him just inaudible to Elric. The first was at a glance a half-orc. Large, bulky and strong, at a glance you could tell that he was to be a formidable opponent. The remnants of his clothes, torn as they were, had ghastly bright colors of Yellow over Red, yet, remarkably clean. The Second seemed to be a Dwarf. He had a look of an aristocrat even as he sat there. His garments were now torn but were well taken care of. He still wore countless necklaces of silver and had rings on each of his hands.

“Hello there sir, lets get out of here” Jade whispered loosing the half orc.

“What a pretty and young one to come rescue me” Softly he spoke. “I am Saltar and I am deeply indebted to you.”

“I am Jade but we can talk later. Lets get out of here stay quiet and follow me,” appealed Jade, quickly moving to talk with the second captive that Elric had just freed. “Hello sir” Jade said taking the Dwarfs hands and rubbing the circulation back into them.

“Hello young one, so kind of you to help me.” He replied trying to stand.

“Can you stand? Are you able to escape with us?” Jade questioned helping to steady the Dwarf.

“I fear” He Stumbled, “I am slightly worst for wear my ankle will not hold me.” The Dwarf sighed. “Leave with out me, when I am healed I shall leave also”

“If you do not mind” interjected Saltar sensing the pride of this man, “I shall help you out, with us,” holding a hand out to help the Dwarf.
“I accept your kindness sir, lead the way young one.” The Dwarf gestured to Jade.

Once the Dwarf and half-orc were free Elric quietly moved to the next door, knowing that it led outside. No locks did he find on the door none fastened at least. No one had thought that the ones held captive would escape he supposed. Elric looked back at the fellow captives who were all now standing quietly behind him waiting to get out.

Elric listened quietly, trying to hear every bird and ant out side. He didn’t like being with out a weapon. He felt his side wishing that he at least had his back up knife but there was nothing.

“Hey Hero, wait a moment” Saltar called quietly. “Check that wall over there,” Saltar motioned to the closest wall. “I think they hid your things there”

Though doubtful, that the half-orc would be helpful but Elric needed something with which to fight. He quickly searched the wall but found nothing but a stone wall. “There is nothing here” Elric fumed, “quit wasting time, I will get us out of here”

“Wait” the Dwarf said, standing and hobbling over to the wall, just a few steps from Elric. He ran his fingers down the stone and put his fingers into a tiny crevice. Lightly pulling a small stone door, “here, hold this open,” commanded the Dwarf pushing the stone door into Elric’s hands.

Walking into the small catacomb picking up a cross bow and rapier, the Dwarf handed them out to Elric. “Your weapons hero?” the Dwarf questioned. Elric immediately rearmed himself feeling more self assured. “And the pretty one,” the Dwarf passed along a sling, and a quarter staff and a silver sun medallion. Picking up the last of the items, exiting the catacomb, the dwarf passed Saltar the heavy mace and seemed content with his war axe.

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