Zim chimes in, "Nice work everyone. Let's loot the bodies and search for clues."

"However, I'm good to keep going forward. I'm done for the day with my personal heals but other than that, I'm feeling healthy and energetic."

"Do you think we could find another way out or would you rather backtrack the way we came?"

Zim attempts to strip the necromancer and zombies of gear, searching for clues, or other hints that might reveal their purpose for being here.

Arkon lowers his gaze as Valeria leans into him, surprised but comforted somewhat. Her words stir something protective in him, especially seeing how battered the others are compared to himself. “Yeah…let’s get out of here,” he echoes, nodding firmly. He moves to retrieve his shield from the chamber, sheathing his greatsword and pulling his flail into hand with a grim readiness. “Zim, you lead. I’ll guard the rear on our way out,” he says, voice low but sure. “No more surprises."

Perception to help search corpses: 21

Zim takes the lead and says, "Follow me, seems safest to head back the way we came, so there are no new surprises."

Here is the plan, based on a patchwork on previous maps:

Valeria would gratefully follow along somewhere between the team's stalwart warriors, sending Mal to scout ahead as per usual, leaving nothing to chance.

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Arkon lowers his gaze as Valeria leans into him, surprised but comforted somewhat. Her words stir something protective in him, especially seeing how battered the others are compared to himself. “Yeah…let’s get out of here,” he echoes, nodding firmly. He moves to retrieve his shield from the chamber, sheathing his greatsword and pulling his flail into hand with a grim readiness. “Zim, you lead. I’ll guard the rear on our way out,” he says, voice low but sure. “No more surprises."

Perception to help search corpses: 21

 The zombie corpses were mostly left charred, leaving the only lootable corpse be the necromancer. On the necromancer, you find a black leather book with a tiny skull shaped lock. The key you find around her neck, neatly above the dagger planted in her chest.

Gorin, gets up, with trouble.

"What the hell happened, I was gonna check out that door and suddenly felt death coming over me."

Arkon hands the book and its key over to Val and Gorin, seeing as they seem familiar with magic and reading.

"It was a necrotic spell cast by a particularly obnoxious myrkulite. She has gone to meet her master now and we are heading for a rest and recuperation." Valeria informs Gorin.

"I'm not much of a reader thank you." The redhead says with a weak smile and motions for Arkon to give the book and the key to Gorin if he wants it.

Sarris leans over the necro witch to retrieve his dagger but hesitates when he sees where it ended up. 

"I think this is one time I can pass on recovering my dagger.  Buried deep into her chest seems a fitting sheath."

"Well that wasn't great, let's try to have a bit of distance between eachother when we get back in I guess. Thanks for saving me." Gorin says to the others.

"I'll have a look Arkon, thanks" he says as he takes the book and key.

((Can I check it during our rest? btw, where are we planning to rest?))

(You can, and it does seem to be up in the air. The room at the Elfsong tavern is still under the party's name or you could bunk it at the Flaming Fist barracks.)

Zim urges the party to move back to the Elfsong Tavern, where there are people who can vouch for him.

"Ahh a good night's rest, a meal, and some ale is all we need to recover from the dangers of that dungeon."

"In the morrow, let's head back into the sewers, ready for whatever they have to throw at us."

As before the redhead follows along, more than happy to take a rest from this stinking place.

Arkon nods, shoulders relaxing slightly as they exit the bathhouse.

Gorin wasn't expecting them to go back to the tavern, but does like the sound of sleeping in a bed so definitely doesn't complain.

As you emerge from the bathhouse, five figures leap down from the top of the courtyard wall to confront you. In addition to their black leather armor, they wear strange masks and cloaks that give each of them a vaguely dragon-like appearance. All five brandish curved steel blades reminiscent of dragon claws. One of them takes a step forward to the party before glancing back at the other behind them. They give a shake of the head then they all sheathe their weapons. The one before you give a slight bow.

"Apologies, we did not mean to threaten you. But we have some business here at this bathhouse, so please excuse us."

The one moves around the party and heads for the bathhouse doors.

"Apologies quite unnecessary gentlemen, but we too have unfinished business in this bathhouse. As you no doubt have surmised from the state of us we're returning from a not so friendly visit, and considering what I see I am fairly certain yours won't be either. This makes me think we have no reason to interfere with each other's business down there, but you should be aware that we will be returning in the morning and make sure there are no cultists left down there and hopefully we won't accidentally run into each other. That said, happy hunting gentlemen." The young redheaded patriar says with a calm but firm voice as she quickly collects herself after the shock of being ambushed again in spite of having her invisible familiar sent ahead to keep a look out for threats. "Oh, and I must compliment you on your intriguing attire." She adds with an small smile, giving them a small wave as they move on.

Arkon tenses as the other group appears, feeling relieved that they are non-hostile though his stone-like expression doesn't show it. He studies them curiously as they pass.

Perception: 15

Gorin wonders what this group wants to do here, but decides now, with their bad health, is not the time to ask, possibily, anoying questions.

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As you emerge from the bathhouse, five figures leap down from the top of the courtyard wall to confront you. In addition to their black leather armor, they wear strange masks and cloaks that give each of them a vaguely dragon-like appearance. All five brandish curved steel blades reminiscent of dragon claws. One of them takes a step forward to the party before glancing back at the other behind them. They give a shake of the head then they all sheathe their weapons. The one before you give a slight bow.

"Apologies, we did not mean to threaten you. But we have some business here at this bathhouse, so please excuse us."

The one moves around the party and heads for the bathhouse doors.

Zim stands in the way of the lead figure. Pulling out his flaming fist badge and questioning the group, "Aye men, we are here in an official capacity as Deputies of the Flaming Fists. This site is of particular interest to the Flaming Fists, as there is a secret temple below the bath house, that we are investigating."

He draws his morningstar and brandishes his shield.

"If you be agents of Bane and the like, then I have bad news, we are going to have to fight you."

Zim signals the rest of the party to get ready for combat.

"But if you with any reasonable explanation, then please identify yourselves and reveal your purpose for being here."

It's a little late but here is a History/Religion Check (21) to identify their insignias or their clothing and style of dress, holy symbols, or any other identifying marks.