I agree it's probably a trap. But Tabitha is also not thinking straight and is angry still so after smacking the corpse for a further 30 seconds, goes and spends a spell slot to energise Lance's core (rather than wait until a long rest) and while it is charging up, she will silently focus her mind on the eyeball in her head. She likes to have a discerning eye for detail, maybe this will help

(going to leave things to the dice gods. Wisdom save DC 13 she chooses neither. 13. On a failure, she chooses even - eye/odd - hand. 4)

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(going to leave things to the dice gods. Wisdom save DC 13 she chooses neither. 13. On a failure, she chooses even - eye/odd - hand. 4)

 As the image and voice invades her mind, Kit's thoughts begin to drift back to the eye that lead them to this point. Somehow, she finds the will to shake it off and drive back the temptation. She spent her entire life beholden to her family. She didn't steal her freedom just to surrender it to some dark power...

Kit produces the white handkerchief and wipes down her blade before sheathing her sword and cleaning the kerchief with Prestidigitation. Tucking it away, she turns to the others. "That was certainly interesting. Now what?"

Erven looks toward the sound, strapping his bow over his back and a look of disgust on his face.  He extends his right hand and his middle finger toward the sound, letting his feelings be plainly known.  “Áva quet!” Erven says, cursing at the rasping voice and image in his mind.  

For those who speak elvish :

As the aberration finally succumbs to the massive amounts of damage dealt to it, the dark-haired young man steps into the room, having nothing to add to the skeptical comments to the disembodied voice's offer, smirking at the bold defiance of the tall blonde and the scarred elf. He still found himself curious though, both to the identity of the speaker and the gifts it was offering. It would be interesting to eventually unveil this unseen master. If feeling forced to choose, his thoughts would focus on the decayed eyeball.

"What would there be left to explore? I would strongly prefer to get out of these stinking sewers now, and if absolutely necessary I can come back tomorrow." Jack says with a hint of impatience, then turning to the grieving sister. "What do you say, are you ready to leave?" He asks her with tired smile. He then steps closer to the furious cat, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Your friend can be rebuilt right? Do you want help with rebuilding?" He asks with a reassuring smile saying everything will be okay.

Waiting on Mud's and Ketangu's responses. If they haven't by tonight, we'll continue.

As Jack asks this, Lance's gears and bodywork are knitting themselves back together. (spent a spell slot and an action and it will be restored to life with full hit points after 1 minute) "This is Sir Lance-a-stop the Third. In other words, the third time I have built him. Luckily the magic I have infused the machine with wasn't fully dissipated so with a little nudge, I have managed to get it to repair itself. As for Petal, I will recreate her when we stop for the night. She will now be Petal the eighth. Each time I try and see if I can do a little improvement too so it isn't the end of the world"

Ketangu is relieved when the abomination no longer stirs, and the voice poises an interesting quandary. Hand, eye, or nothing at all. 

He has always been a curious Plasmoid and so in his mind he says Hand just to see what happens. 

"Oh, I am glad that thing is well truly dead. I to think we should depart from this fetid place. I think we should also notify the authorities so they can destroy this hidden place."

[[ OOC: Khessa suggested to conclude the exploration because it seems to me that there is a part of the Cultists' Base that we have not explored yet... The corridor that went in the opposite direction to the room where we found the sleeping Cultists, I think? But if I'm wrong, then it's OK to leave right away ]]

“We should destroy this place.  And show those fools in the other room what has become of their mighty “Champion.”  And we will burn all of these foul body parts….”  Erven turns to Kit, saying “You knew what to do with the other altar, how do we cleanse this place?”

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“You knew what to do with the other altar, how do we cleanse this place?”

 "Except that I didn't," Kit confesses. "I just find that soothing music tends to help people feel more relaxed and refreshed. You'd do better to ask Jack about his song or Khessa about her magic, surely it was one of them that reconsecrated the shrine. Everyone just happened to be looking my way at the time."

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"What would there be left to explore? I would strongly prefer to get out of these stinking sewers now, and if absolutely necessary I can come back tomorrow."

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I to think we should depart from this fetid place. I think we should also notify the authorities so they can destroy this hidden place."

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“We should destroy this place.  And show those fools in the other room what has become of their mighty “Champion.” 

 "I'm inclined to agree with all of you. Let's show the cultists what has become of their work and then turn them over to the authorities. They can handle the rest from here and we can go wash off the filth of this place."

"A bottle of wine, a decent meal, and a good night's rest wouldn't be a terrible thing either."

As the group discusses what to do, Mud simply stands there, his face a mask of emotion as he contemplates the choice. Eye or Hand? Most of his companions seemed not to want to choose.

But what should he choose? The hand? No. He would not be clenched in the grasp of tyranny again. The eye?  no. He should not. He chooses nothing, and the symbols fade out of his mind. 

Kevori starts to speak, trying to input on the conversation, but the rasping voice cuts her off as it once again booms through the chamber "You have chosen your fates. For this who chose to take my hand, may your power grow. For those who chose to take my eye, let your vision not be clouded. As for those who chose neither...your day will come, and you will fall. Your soul is mine!" The voice growls this last word, then speaks one final declaration "The Eve of Ruin is fast approaching. Be wary..."

And with that, the voice fades, gone. For now.

Gonna speed things up just to make it easier.

Kevori speaks up after a moment of silence "We should destroy the altar and give the cultists over to the authorities. This place is stained by death, we should make haste in leaving it." She says, motioning for the group to get to work. She starts heading towards the start of the dungeon, intent on alerting the authorities and bringing them here.

While the sorrowful woman fetches the guards, the rest of you get to work. After all, her brother has died, she deserves this satisfaction. You quickly destroy the altar, burn everything, and take the bound cultists outside on the street. The guards are waiting, and they bring them the acolytes in to custody.

As they drag them away, the leader manages to bit through his gag and starts screaming "You heard my master! The Eve of Ruin is near! And it will be oh so sweet!" he yells, blabbering like a madman. One of the Guards takes out some rope and once again binds the fanatic, sighing with exasperation.

After a few days, a nice meal, and a hot bath, you are summoned to the house of Lord Neverember, the ruler of Neverwinter. You are lead into a palatial mansion by a silent and professional butler, and seated in chairs in front of a desk.

Seated at the desk in a high-backed chair is a middle-aged man, his raven hair flecked with silver. He has a proud countenance, his face serious and lined from the stress of his job. He steeples his fingers and looks each of you over, appraising your armor, weapons, and various magical objects. 

The room is silent, and then he speaks, his baritone calm and collected, his storm gray eyes boring into each of you, waiting for an answer with an almost uncomfortable intensity.

"Do you know why I've summoned you here?"

"Well, Dagult..." Khessa answers, quickly "Let me see if I can guess... It has to do with the fact that we chopped up Mr Stiched, the monster made of corpse parts that a gang of fanatical Cultists (a gang we brought to justice, by the way) wanted to use to kidnap you - and for who knows what other mad and evil purposes?" she smiles, slightly raising an eyebrow in question.

[[ OOC: So what we did wasn't enough to level us up, right? We are still a 3rd level party. ]]

This is just a little epilogue. After this, you will definitely level up (among other things…)

“Precisely, my dear” Dagult says, leaning back in his chair “A ‘gang’ that after some digging seems to be more than just some common cult. Are you familiar with the name Vecna?” he whispers the last word, shuttering at the horrid name.

A slight twitch occurs at that name, at the corner of Erven’s eye.  “Yes.”  His hand reaches down and grips the antler strapped to his belt, he seems to be taking deep breaths.  “I’ve heard the name.  Horrible.”  His hand unconsciously goes down to the hilt of his short sword, resting there, watching the man.  

(Religion 7 Perception 9)

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Kit shakes her head, oblivious to Erven's tension.

"I don't believe I have," Kit responds, "is Vecna a personal name or a family name?"

"Hmmm... You must be talking about Mr Bodyless Voice" Khessa muses aloud. "As soon as we defeated Mr Stiched, a dark-overlordish voice our of nowhere babbled about some nonsense and threatened us... But Mr Bodyless Voice was so rude not to introduce himself. So Vecna it's the name? And is he already up to some more troublemaking?"

Jack would have insisted on escorting Kevori to collect the proper authorities for cleansing a depraved cultists hideout. 

He would spend the next few days in as much luxury as he can afford, enjoying his time before he would inevitably be back to unveiling the hidden master.

It wasn't the first time he visited the mansion of Lord Neverember, but it definitely was the first time he had been invited there.

The young dark-haired man raises an eyebrow and then chuckles as the tall blonde blatantly fails to act with decorum as she calls Lord Neverember by his first name, she might as well have called him Dag, or Daggy. Lord Neverember seemed to pay no heed to this faux pas though, not what he would have expected from that man. His curiosity is piqued as the name Vecna is brought up though. He could only assume the Lord would ask them for a favour. He wasn't in the habit of running errands for rulers but assuming it seemed entertaining enough he just might make an exception. Either way, the others he met a few nights ago had also turned up and he had to admit he had come to enjoy their company. "Well, with a sinister sounding name like Vecna you are obliged to be up to some troublemaking..." He says with a small smile. "...also, he did seem to believe we would meet again."

Ketangu spends the time of rest stuffing food into him and relaxing in a spherical blob shape who occasionally oozes off of the bed. Once invited to the Lord's house he decided to stow away his dread helm and give his pocketed poncho a good cleaning. 

He shakes his head when asked about Vecna "Lord Neverember, who is Vecna and what does he have to do with the cultist we found?"