A 10-foot wide hallway of stone runs back into the hillside as far as you can see. Right in front of you, five dead drow, two female and three male, lie in the mouth of the tunnel.
They have been stripped of arms and armor, but each still wears a black tabard emblazoned with a silver spiderweb insignia.
The air here smells strongly of death.
A cursory examination reveals that three of the drow died from wounds inflicted by small crossbow quarrels, which arestill lodged in their bodies. The other two seem to have been killed by blows from blunt weapons.
Nym ranks his nose at the stench, but will proceed slowly proceed to the close and kneel beside the nearest female body. "And so it was that Izzzyr Tortlar peeled away the veil, exposing the mother's poison, become the first of many to lead the mass of vipers to their true destiny." Nym intones. As the words left his mouth, even disguised his eyes began to glow an eerie silver. Even without directing his gaze to a particular source, if there was any poison or diseases in the area (30ft radius), he would know it. Either way, he would maintain concentration on the spell as a precaution as he and the others look over the body.
"I do not suppose any of you recognize the insignia? Tyr?" He glances back at the wizard.
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Nym eyes narrow at the bolts. "It seems our adversaries have been kind to you, Ayril." He says, gesturing to the bolts. "Mind your skin, though." Is all he offers as warning before straightening out and begin examining the immediate area. Mostly, what he sought were any clues giving away potential hideaways from ambushers, if not to least set the possible scene for the attack.
But in hearing Cyrhan's antics, Nym pauses the search to half-heartedly leer at the elf. "Perhaps you would like to examine their wounds and answer that question."
Obviously impaired by the corpse, he tosses it unceremoniously.
"Well, I can tell you they're dead, and about as much fun as my old lady right here ... or you."
Still that damn seductive smile on his face, making it so hard to know if he's making a sarcastic comment, a friendly jab or testing the paladin's patience.
Your investigation doesn't give you much else but you are pretty sure that a larger group was here and that it went to the end of thehall and further away. The way turns south into the darkness but there are double doors on the side that are sealed though there are marks of chisels and a wide crack (almost one foot) on the side leading inside.
Directly to the north of the bodies is a wide a hallway that extends about 40 feet into the darkness before ending in small crypts. there is no sarcophagus though. There is only thick dust.
"It is fortunate that I do not seek to entertain then."
And with those dryly spoking words from the perpetually expressionless face, Nym sets his sights on the other paths away.
"... But if its entertainment you seek, perhaps you would like to take the lead for awhile?"
He casually points down to the southern path. "Starting that way?"He states more than asks, and certain doesn't bother waiting around for an answer before moving his way to the north. Nym will wander ten feet into the hallway that extends northward, and then dive deeper into his divine connection in effort to sense if anything more untoward lay in wait.
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"I don't like leaving things behind me unchecked and unsecure, I agree with Cyrhan let us look to the north first. Afterwards we can go back and check the southern route."
Aryil sets off stealthily and slowly down the corridor about 20', looking for both things out of the ordinary or hidden.
Stealth 25
Perception 25
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Aryil moves forward, hidden. The large rooms stands empty and there are no traps. The place has been looted a long time ago. Even the sarcophagus have been taken away.
Aside from a small frown and a tightening of the grip the hilt of his scimitar, Nym says nothing against the change in plans. Instead, he waits still facing the northern path patiently awaiting for a quietly report.
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"The area is clear, nothing of value and no enemies at our back" Aryil tells the others "A matter of moments for our peace of mind, now shall we see what is over there?" He gestures towards the southern passageway "Or do you wish to let anyone nearby know we are coming by smashing that stone door down?"
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Confident in the northen cript being cleared by Aryil, Cyrhan advance forward, shield up, turn and get past the sealed doors, stop for a moment, waiting for a sign.
Nym will sheathe his blade, if only for the sake of pinching the bridge of his nose. "... Yes. Yes we are." He looks back to Tyr and makes a point of going back if need be to make sure the wizard didn't get too side-tracked or "disappeared" after the whole northside excursion. He hadn't forgotten the other caster that attacked the group at the beginning. Once the group is on the move again, he draws and readies both blade and shield, and quiets his footsteps.
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Aryil moves towards the bodies killed by crossbows bolts and attempts to carefully take them without getting the poison on himself, and store them safely whilst loading one of them into his crossbow.
A 10-foot wide hallway of stone runs back into the hillside as far as you can see. Right in front of you, five dead drow, two female and three male, lie in the mouth of the tunnel.
They have been stripped of arms and armor, but each still wears a black tabard emblazoned with a silver spiderweb insignia.
The air here smells strongly of death.
A cursory examination reveals that three of the drow died from wounds inflicted by small crossbow quarrels, which arestill lodged in their bodies. The other two seem to have been killed by blows from blunt weapons.
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Nym ranks his nose at the stench, but will proceed slowly proceed to the close and kneel beside the nearest female body. "And so it was that Izzzyr Tortlar peeled away the veil, exposing the mother's poison, become the first of many to lead the mass of vipers to their true destiny." Nym intones. As the words left his mouth, even disguised his eyes began to glow an eerie silver. Even without directing his gaze to a particular source, if there was any poison or diseases in the area (30ft radius), he would know it. Either way, he would maintain concentration on the spell as a precaution as he and the others look over the body.
"I do not suppose any of you recognize the insignia? Tyr?" He glances back at the wizard.
Nym casts Detect Poison and Disease.
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( I was about to ask the very same question ;) )
The wizard look at it, trying to put a name to that House or that Raiding Party
( history? 20 INT check? 18 )
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Th bolts were and are still poisoned.
The insignia are.from the city of Szith Morcane, they were all Loth worshipers.
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Staying behind as his companions opens the door, Cyrhan pockets the coins and gems, and takes a few seconds to search the tombs more thoroughly.
Investigate 11
Disappointed (I guess), he grabs the skull of the lady, and makes her speak :
"But, I thought we were the one supposed to kill these drows. Who stole our kills then?"
Nym eyes narrow at the bolts. "It seems our adversaries have been kind to you, Ayril." He says, gesturing to the bolts. "Mind your skin, though." Is all he offers as warning before straightening out and begin examining the immediate area. Mostly, what he sought were any clues giving away potential hideaways from ambushers, if not to least set the possible scene for the attack.
Investigation: 12
But in hearing Cyrhan's antics, Nym pauses the search to half-heartedly leer at the elf. "Perhaps you would like to examine their wounds and answer that question."
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Turning the head of the dead lady to face Mum, he replies in an old woman's voice:
I honestly have little interest once we are past the inflicting wound part, love. But I'll try to see what i can find out, for you...
Cyrhan will use investigation on the dead. 5
Obviously impaired by the corpse, he tosses it unceremoniously.
"Well, I can tell you they're dead, and about as much fun as my old lady right here ... or you."
Still that damn seductive smile on his face, making it so hard to know if he's making a sarcastic comment, a friendly jab or testing the paladin's patience.
Your investigation doesn't give you much else but you are pretty sure that a larger group was here and that it went to the end of thehall and further away. The way turns south into the darkness but there are double doors on the side that are sealed though there are marks of chisels and a wide crack (almost one foot) on the side leading inside.
Directly to the north of the bodies is a wide a hallway that extends about 40 feet into the darkness before ending in small crypts. there is no sarcophagus though. There is only thick dust.
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I guess we must all make some effort, and I'm more than willing to meet you half way.
We might want to investigate these way, though?
He points at the sealed doors and the small crypts, while placing himself behind his shield to block whatever might come from the south.
He will also focus his concentration on another divine sense, just in case.
"I don't like leaving things behind me unchecked and unsecure, I agree with Cyrhan let us look to the north first. Afterwards we can go back and check the southern route."
Aryil sets off stealthily and slowly down the corridor about 20', looking for both things out of the ordinary or hidden.
Stealth 25
Perception 25
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Aryil moves forward, hidden. The large rooms stands empty and there are no traps. The place has been looted a long time ago. Even the sarcophagus have been taken away.
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Aside from a small frown and a tightening of the grip the hilt of his scimitar, Nym says nothing against the change in plans. Instead, he waits still facing the northern path patiently awaiting for a quietly report.
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"The area is clear, nothing of value and no enemies at our back" Aryil tells the others "A matter of moments for our peace of mind, now shall we see what is over there?" He gestures towards the southern passageway "Or do you wish to let anyone nearby know we are coming by smashing that stone door down?"
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Confident in the northen cript being cleared by Aryil, Cyrhan advance forward, shield up, turn and get past the sealed doors, stop for a moment, waiting for a sign.
We're moving on past this point, right ?
Nym will sheathe his blade, if only for the sake of pinching the bridge of his nose. "... Yes. Yes we are." He looks back to Tyr and makes a point of going back if need be to make sure the wizard didn't get too side-tracked or "disappeared" after the whole northside excursion. He hadn't forgotten the other caster that attacked the group at the beginning. Once the group is on the move again, he draws and readies both blade and shield, and quiets his footsteps.
Stealth:23
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The wizard is just waiting for them to end their investigations, keeping an eye open just in case.
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Aryil moves towards the bodies killed by crossbows bolts and attempts to carefully take them without getting the poison on himself, and store them safely whilst loading one of them into his crossbow.
Sleight of Hand (if necessary) 20
"Ok, time to move."
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Opening the march, Cyrhan adopts Nym's pace and remains on the lookout, keeping one hand free to cast spells.
Stealth 19
Perception 21