The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Herod Westwood: LIV

Back on The Case: LIV

"Riu?!" Herod drove forward grabbing Riu who had fallen to the ground. What the hell happened? She looked at Markos.. Used her spell and.. "What.. Did you see?" He slowly turned his head towards Markos who was standing in the background, his eyes full of concern. Riu's head sputtered for a moment looking around in both confusion and horror. Her head gently tilted up, shocked icy blue eyes gazed back at him.

"I.. I'm not sure.. But.. I saw something on you.. A.. a fox.. A.. a deer." Riu frowned almost accusingly. "What.. what was that?" Herod didn't like how quickly Markos was brushed off however the mention of Vulity.. Puderis caught him off guard.

"The Deer, it's the form of my god, Puderis. The three tailed fox is my sword's spirit symbol of the gods chosen one."

"Chosen.."

"Are you ok?!" Andraste had reached forth grabbing at Riu, along with many others of the party all concerned of what happened to her. Riu's head turned so slowly.. She opened her mouth as if intending to say something.

"I.." Riu paused, gazing to her right Herod could see Markos just barely clearly that was where her vision lay. "I'm fine. Just, the spell took a lot out of me." Herod creased his brow confused, if she saw something bad why wouldn't she tell them? Either way Herod decided to study his party members a bit closer from then on out. He liked Markos, hell the cultist had actually become his friend especially since they were living in the same room, so this.. Silence puzzled him.

"Let's get you to your bed then..." Andraste whispered, Herod nodded, slipping a hand under Riu's legs and another under her back to carry her.

"Who.. who is your god?" Riu asked softly, he ascended the stairs pondering on Riu's question. Who was his god? Someone who saved him, someone who gave him strength.

"Puderis.." he replied, the name was so familiar yet foreign as if he had not become accustomed to saying it. "The lord of virtue.. Within the Pantheon of Vironum.. He's.." He trailed off, Riu held such a look of bewilderment Herod was unsure what she was thinking.

"Never heard of it.." Riu's soft voice sounded far away. Herod opened the door to her room and set the Aasimar gently on the bed. 'That sounded about right.' Herod thought, not everyone had. Hell he hadn't even heard of Puderis, Vercun, or Ilgentie until it was on his doorstep. He narrowly closed the door to Riu's room, leaving for the others.

"This can go over there." Andraste pointed to two boxes and then at a spot in the tavern. Herod's legs buckled when he picked the box up, Vulity, it was heavy.. Skeemo had decided to really pack the last of his shop into that cart, odd for a man who was so keen on getting out, that he would take so many trips. However.. The Zhentarim told them what day to go and the gnome was dead.

"Most of this is.. Garbage.." Asher spat, Herod nodded in agreement. The back of the cart held what seemed to be old empty boxes. Rows of empty potion bottles, mundane featureless potions which needed an alchemist touch, a set of old weapons and a few potion books. Those were just the most memorable things however, Herod picked up a small container in the back reading its label..

"Guys!" Herod yelled. "Yo, I think this is something we're gonna want." he placed the small white container on the bar. It had a silver lock on its face with tiny letters. "We may not have gotten all trash.."

"Let's crack her open nimrods, see what's inside this sucker." Adleth leaned over the counter with a pair of lock picks in hand. Shit she had beaten him to the punch Herod thought. He slowly tucked his pair of lock picks back into his pouch. What would have taken him ten minutes Adleth did in twelve seconds. The clicks of pins could be heard while she fidgeted, the pretty elf made a sly smirk and turned the lock. "Open sesame, bring me some money!"