Your healing magic flows into her body and mix with the glow from the green motes, Lythril's body gives a spasm and her back bows in an arc farther than you think the Dwarf body could bend, only head and toes touching the ground. 

Her eyes suddenly snap open, her jaws clench in seeming shock or pain. A long soft keening cry escapes between her teeth before her body collapses. It feels a full minute before she gasps in a breath and coughs roughly, promptly rolling to her side to vomit.

The Dwarf girl, muscles quaking with effort rises on her elbow and pauses, her eye light up with green fire and her nails dig into the dirt of the cell.

"Somebody is going to pay..." she spits.

Is there anything loose in the cell? A cot, rocks, convenient stack of torture implements, dawnbringer...

Or maybe or gear and some potions or perhaps a Moonblade

Azrael would cover his ear-holes when the keening began, and a small wave of uncertainty that it might attract the beast to them. He wasn't sure what was going on until Lythril finally spoke and he realized she had simply returned to what she had been before. A small sigh of relief escaped his lips, as she seemed to be OK.

Welcome back, Apologies that I could do nothing to help you.. but... her revival and the situation making him unusually wry in his humor Since there's always the chance we may not make it out, and In Lythrils case, a second time.... Perhaps we should all have a little fun before we leave the cell... we're all, already basically naked anyway....

He would let his statement linger as he looked around the room for anything that might be useful.. like a second hidden door as tombs sometimes did, a window, a flaw in the stone or roof or floor, etc. SOme tool to be used as a weapon for those non magical.. etc

Perception for hidden things: 15

Investigation for obvious things: 9

Not the time for an orgy lover boy. Lets focus on getting out of here first. Pheral will look around for anything useful. Perception roll 11

Danitriel snickered at the conversation and watched the abomination move, trying to memorize it's patterns. "Chances are our gear is in another room, so if we gat a chance we could probably bust out and find it."

Azrael would flash Pheral a smile and say I know Pheral. I was simply trying to add some levity to our situation, My joke was in poor taste... then again I'm not used to telling jokes to begin with, so I'll beg your forgiveness for my lack of experience in that regard. However, I'm already a step ahead of you, I've been looking around the room already.

*waiting to see if my 15 PER roll netted me any useful info*

Astrid to FC: "What proof do you have that what you're saying is the honest truth, and that you're not just double-triple-quadruple crossing us....again?"

GROUP 2 (LYTHRIL, DANI, PHERAL, AZRAEL)
ONE HELL OF A SUMMER
THE FINAL CHAPTER 

Lythril gets up and starts poking around with Azrael. One of the tombs, as you push one open, reveals a gleaming suit of plate mail, and a beautiful priestly mace. Why such items are here is beyond you, but it looks like someone was hiding them and you've found them. There are draconic runes all over the plate mail, and the mace glows with an angelic radiance.

As Dani watches the pattern of the abomination, the outside hallway is very long, but you calculate that, if you were stealthy, you could easily run down the opposite hall without being noticed.

"Unfortunately, his words ring true." He found it difficult to speak through gritted teeth, having to look away from Fatcat to regain some sort of levelheadedness. His brain was screaming to not trust him regardless but his gut knew better. The things the tiefling said were honest, and he had a point in the matter of the gold. Standing here doing nothing wasn't going to help their friends out; time was of the essence."For right now, we trust him."

Lythril taps her fingers between her brows and summons Divine Sense to see if the newfound treasure has a good or vile aura.

"It has runes of the dragon, Az, can you use these?"

Zeli smiles and nods, pleased Leon had come to a conclusion. "I will abide by your choice. Now all we need is a way into the Cassalanter Estate. I had heard rumors among Dragonkind that they worship Asmodeus..they must be doing so from underground. Perhaps if we disguise ourselves as interested converts..they may take us in?"

She looks down at Astrid, "How do you feel about pretending to be a devil worshipper, chipmunk?"

Azrael would shake his head 'no' before saying The armor would keep me from casting spells entirely. Unfortunately, sorcerers must go unarmored.

Astrid pulls out some makeup from her purse, and begins to apply it (Deception: 14).

Surprisingly, she has black makeup in there, and in moments she appears to be a goth chick.

Reuctantly, “Let’s get this over with. This black makeup is ruining my complexion!”

"Lyth, you're a Paladin, arn't you? Dragon runes or not you could probably use it." Her lips thinned "If we time it right we could probably run out of the corridor, so maybe we could possibly break into the other two rooms here?"

Sounds like a plan. Who knows what other treasures this nasty place has. Pheral looks around in disgust. Oh and Az, remind me to teach you about humor later. You may be more gifted with it than you think. 

Lythril shrugs and dons the armor and hefts the mace. Feeling much more comfortable now, she makes ready to do unto others.

OOC somebody gotta open the door to set me loose so I can kill Stiches.

FC pipes up at Zeli. “We may uhhh, already have a man on the inside...” he says, pointing to himself with him thumb.

"Right. I'm going to try to unlock the door, and when he's on the other side of the corridor we'll try to get into one of the other rooms, maybe we might find or gear, or at least some gear. We'll do better if more of us equipped."

Dex: 5

"Won't they remember our faces?" He questions, already having a fake mustache glued on his top lip (don't ask where he got it). "You could escort us to them, and our 'disguises' will raise no questions; just a couple of noble folk wanting to become cult fanatics."