Making your way around the floor, you find thirteen rooms in total. The rooms appear to have been cleared out in quite a hurry - whatever they used to hold is long gone - but each room still contains a display case in the center, and each display case shows off a single potion. The potions are all of different colors, some of them bubbling, some of them with objects inside them.

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You're not sure what the three potions that you grabbed are capable of, but you're certain they have a magical effect. Two of the potions are a transparent liquid that contain a sliver of something that looks like bone. The third is a yellow fluid streaked with layers of black, and is constantly swirling.

OOC: In order to learn the properties of these items without guessing, they must be identified, either by the use of an Identify spell or by spending a short rest focused only on that item. You may want to divvy them up among the party as well. The potions have been added to your inventory.

Of the ten potions you grabbed, you only know the properties of one: A potion of healing (greater). The rest are a gambit of different liquids:

One is yellow, streaked with black layers, and is swirling constantly on its own.
One is cloudy and white, but seems to defy gravity, floating at the top of its container.
Two are transparent and contain a sliver of something that looks like bone.
One looks like liquid, molten iron.
Two are transparent, but when agitated reveal bits of hair, claw and fang.
One is transparent liquid surrounding red liquid that is constantly expanding and contracting into the center of the bottle.
One has layers of brown, gray, and silver that look almost like sediment.

OOC: In order to learn the properties of these items without guessing, they must be identified, either by the use of an Identify spell or by spending a short rest focused only on that item. You may want to divvy them up among the party as well. The potions have been added to your inventory.

The stairway opens to a very long hallway on the third floor. There are four doors on each side of the stairs, with large paintings lining the walls.

Tanakir arrives on the fifth floor, gradually bringing an unconscious bound orc into the room one at a time, offering to relieve Karst and Rycider of their guard duties.

Aradurk heads back to the vault room, leaving open only the doors into the room. As he steps back in, Aradurk looks for a nice angle to both entryways into the room in his sights. He stretches, replaces his great sword with his bow and notches an arrow lightly. 

Ricky will make sure neither of their Sending Stones are active before speaking. I will be brief as I know you are a busy wee man. Do you have a scroll of Mass Memory Wipe? Ya see Dear, Ahm afraid the motive of us being here is quite clear even to tha most stupid of those smart little goblins. We have also been bandyin about our real names in front of the prisoners and ahm afraid your clever self be a main culprit. Do you have any ideas? Or did you need lil' ol' me ta figure this one out?

Rycider joins Aradurk with Fumbles in the vault room. The gnome barely looks up from his notes, fiddling with the complex pattern of diamonds along the wall, which respond with a glow of various colors as he shuffles and moves them.

"It's not the goblins I'm worried about knowing our names, Ricky. There are much more powerful forces involved here. Do all you can to cover our tracks...leave some misleading clues, anything that might confuse the situation. Wizards will trust their own eyes over the word of goblins, my dear bard," he says.

You hear Aradurk's voice over the crystals as you prepare your ritual. When finished, magic registers to your senses from all around. Honing your senses to the spell, you note an aura of evocation magic that seems to cover the entire floor.

The paintings shift as you walk along the hall, revealing startlingly accurate images of your grandfather Clarence; one shows him with a young portrait of yourself, reading a story to you as you look on in wonder - another shows an image of his funeral, each painting displaying a prominent memory of yours, and all involving your grandfather.

The rooms on this floor all seem to be connected, with strange arcane purple veins stretching across walls to small cubby holes that hold interesting, but seemingly non-magical items; a mummified hand of a goblin, the bony talon of a dragon, a gold coin from an unknown land, a pair of old socks, a weathered chess piece made of glass, a silver badge in the shape of a star, a small idol depicting a horrifiying figure that chills you to look at, a metal device with two cups on one end, and a human-shaped white sequined glove.

Alrighty then. So here's what we're gunna do. A Bunker's Pentest. We are here on a job to ascertain the towers defenses. I'll start on the report. Cheerio.

Strangely, the paintings themselves don't register as magic to your senses.

Perception: 18

Petunia runs back and forth along the length of the hallway, but suffers no ill effects; it appears the floor is not trapped.

The paintings don't seem to have any special qualities about them up close, but you notice as you approach each painting, the previous paintings shift into something unrelated to you. It is only as you come close to each painting that it reveals an image of you and your grandfather.

You don't recognize any of the keepsakes as belonging to your grandfather.