Gareth grabs the stirge attached to him with both hands and throws it to the ground. Meira sends another arrow at the stirge being harried by the flying kitten while Lyra runs into the room and whispers a prayer, followed by a taunt at the last remaining stirge. Both stirges get blasted and fall to the ground dead.

Combat has ended! What would you like to do?

Alisande breathes a sigh of relief, swooping in through the doorway atop her broom. She touches down lightly in front of Gareth and immediately seizes him by the forearm, steadying him as if expecting him to sway.

"You gave us all quite the fright there, Gareth. How fare you?" The wizard inquires, eyeing him closely for wooziness. With a terse shake of her head, the stirge corpses skid across the stone, dumped unceremoniously in a corner of the chamber by the invisible force she commands.

"A somewhat redundant question, perhaps..." She says, her gaze briefly flicking to the wounds he has suffered on his chest and posterior. "Given the alarming degree of exsanguination you have incurred. Sister Lyra, can you take a look at our friend here?"

Gareth groans as one of the pesky stirges bites him again, right in the hindquarters this time, much to his chagrin and embarrassment. "That's fighting dirty," he grumbles. Luckily, his friends are there to quickly put down the remaining stirges. Alisande reaches out for his arm to steady him, and the ranger's cheeks color slightly. "I've been better," he admits. "Those little bloodsuckers had quite the feast before you arrived."

The ranger quickly expresses his thanks to the rest of the party while at the same time avoiding their eyes. "This was definitely not my finest moment," he says in an abashed voice. "I've faced down all sorts of monsters in the wilderness, and I'm almost brought down by a pack of overgrown chimney mosquitoes." 

Despite doing his best not to show it, the ranger is indeed quite pale and bloodless, swaying slightly on his feet. 

With others rushing in, Meira steps into the room but keeps a bit of space from the ranger. "Just good we got here in time," she tells him. Looking for Lyra though she adds a bit more quietly. "You probably should have a look at him though."  She carefully glances about, checking to be sure there are no other dangers. (Perception: 8)

Rasziel slows his steps as he realizes there is no longer any immediate danger. Relieved to see that the straying ranger was in reasonably good shape still, the young purple-robed dark-haired man turns his attention to the surroundings, wanting to make sure there wasn't any lingering threats closeby.

Perception with help from Azazel: 7 

Zephyros, after the remaining stirges die off, forcefully stomps over to the half-elven ranger. He stares for a quiet moment and says, "Don't feel so bad. It's happened to me before. Here, drink this. I believe this'll heal you right up." The veteran carefully removes the glimmering red, round vial from his belt. Putting down his shield for a brief moment, he takes the potion in his right hand and extends it to Gareth.

After that, Ironheart also observes his surroundings.

Perception: Nat 1 >:(

(OoC: Zephyros gives Gareth the Potion of Superior Healing.)

Meira,

You don't see any immediate dangers. Five stirges lie dead at your feet. You hear faint fluttering coming from the chimney.

Rasziel,

You don't see any lingering threats to the party.

Zephyros,

You see a stone-framed bed with a moldy mattress in the center of the room.

Gareth accepts the potion with thanks and drinks deeply from the crimson draught. He immediately begins to feel his strength returning. 

"They came from the chimney," he says finally, nodding toward the fluttering sound. 

25 - Potion of Healing, Superior

Lyra realizes—yet again—that she's too slow. By the time she reaches Gareth to heal him, he's already finished the potion Zephyros handed him. She tugs lightly at her side braid, annoyed with herself for lagging behind, but her expression brightens into a wide smile as she sees the half-elf regain nearly all his strength in a single gulp.

She walks up to him and places her hands on his arm. "I'm so glad you're all right! You gave us quite the scare! Bad, bad boy, Gareth!" she teases with a soft laugh. "Say… that was one hell of a potion. Did it taste like anything? Maybe the dwarves here liked adding flavors too, just like Adabra!"

Then she turns to the rest of the group. "Well, what should we do next? We passed two doors on the way in. Should we check those first?"

The tymoran moves toward whoever seems ready to lead the investigation—likely Meira or Zephyros—and gently blesses them with Tymora's guidance, offering a touch of chaotic divine luck to help with that. After that, she steps looks around the room, and outside in the corridor, keeping her ears and eyes open in case something seems out of place. (Perception: 13)

"I can still hear fluttering above," Meira says to the others. "I doubt all the danger has been eliminated. Perhaps we should step out of the room."  She considers for a moment. "If we want to make the place safe, we should probably investigate that eventually. Though maybe it's not a big deal at the moment. I'm not sure how easily we could get up in the chimney. Maybe it could be accessed from higher up somewhere?" 

She backs towards the hallway, allowing others to do the same while they talk. "It does feel like maybe we should check other doors first. Then worry about these details. Check the two doors we passed first?" 

Zephyros inspects the bed further, flipping over the mattress and looking under the bed.

Investigation: 19 (17 + 2)

"In all likelihood, this chimney is one of the vents Ozymandias catalogued during his earlier reconnaissance." Alisande remarks to Meira, before nodding at the proposal that they continue their search of the adjacent rooms. 

With Gareth restored to something like his old self, the wizard sweeps out of the room astride her broom with her baby tressym in tow. Her gray eyes glaze over as she exchanges her senses for her familiar's superior vision and hearing. Ozymandias surveys the the door for traps and tilts his little head to one side, listening for movement within. If nothing seems out of the ordinary, she nudges the door open, sword drawn in one hand, flaming torch in the other.

Perception: 13

Gareth,

You drink the ancient potion provided to you by Zephyros and immediately feel the wounds and blood loss from your encounter with the stirges mend and restore your vitality. However, the potions taste is bitter and despite not being enjoyable to drink, you're able to finish it without issue.

Lyra,

Zephyros,

You look at the stone-framed bed and moldy mattress a bit closer. The carvings on the bedframe are intricate and elaborate, in dwarven artistry style, but not depicting a scene. Gold and mithril filagree are inlaid throughout the design, and you surmise this bedframe is fit for a king and probably worth a lot of coin. You then flip the mattress over, revealing wooden slats to hold the mattress up. Mold spores fill the area you're in as you move the mattress. Please give me a constitution saving throw DC 15 or take 11 poison damage and have the poisoned condition for one minute, taking 5 poison damage at the start of your turn for 10 rounds. 

Alisande,

Ozymandias doesn't detect any traps on the door or any sounds from within. Opening the door, you step in with sword and torch at the ready.