While Choir dips her toes, Fran would come over with her kit and patch her up quickly before going over to investigate F3.

Healing: 6

Investigation: 8

Water felt warm though below that comfortable inviting warmth you could probably get here at day time. Fran's healing worked it's magic and Choir would not be able to find the wound herself anymore.

Cultist number three at closer look appeared to be younger than you'd think, dressed in a dirty robe with a sign of Myrkul on it. His flail has a skull, replacing the normal flail's striking head. There is a scroll on his rope belt, containing nothing exciting, though - known history of Myrkul, except in the scroll the Lord of Bones is called "Teacher" and "Gatherer of Knowledge".

Ordrag looks around at the bodies and blood and asks: 

Quite a mess, eh? Maybe we should tidy up a bit first. Don't want the pool guy calling the city guard on us... oh wait, we ARE the city guard. Never mind then.

Feeling better after Fran's healing, Choir resists the urge to go splashing in the water. Baths are better without chain mail.

Fran would take the scroll for later perusing. She’d look to Ordrag and give him a nod of agreement before starting to drag F3’s body away. She’d move it to the west against the wall so she could get a better look at the doorway. 

Adray looks at the fellows on the floor and says, "Well, there is no cleaning this mess up.  Let's do a quick a search of them.  Gold is nice but any letters or orders would be better.  I also want one of the robes.  Might come in handy."  He waits a moment and says, "If any of you are squeamish, I'll do it this time but it's a habit we'll like need to survive.  Someone keep eyes on the doors too."

He will then go through the task off looting them quickly.  Not an expensive search because time is precious.

Investigation if needed 22

Ooc: the cure of living in Stockholm strikes again. Missed so much while aleeping. And I’m only up to take tare of the babe at 03:30 

Polly walk up beside Fran and look at the body of the young magician. “Wow, he is almost my age as I am” Polly tell no one in particular with a detached voice. 

She then leave the body and walk over to the massage room and put an ear to the door. 

investigation: 8

Ordrag will keep an eye on the exits, and help move the bodies. He's not bothered about the gore or the looting.

OOC: Polly did her part - she and Choir brought down the worst of attackers (F3).

Despite Adray's (and collective) best effort, there is not much to tell. First two "shadows" are comparably well dressed - it's not even robes in general means of the term, but light armour, completed with full dress a grown humanoid (in this case both were humans) needs and a long cape with a deep hood, hiding the face. All black - the  darkest hue that could be managed, except bright red handkerchief they carried in the pockets. The weapon they carried - an assassin weapon: long wavy blades widening at a steeper angle from the edge, designed to leave most painful and bloodiest cuts possible.  Both men were again younger then one would expect, as if "guard duty" was the the job for neophytes.

The one Adray fought (whose body was floating in the pool now) had the least teared outfit (though, wet). Ordrag was less merciful to his assassin and attacker's outfit is in the bad shape (though cape is fine, if only reasonably soaked in blood).

No money, no written instruction - unlike "mage", they were not supposed to entertain themselves in any way on the duty.

The secret door in the massage room (not that secret anymore) is unlocked and Polly can not hear a thing through it - just silence.

"Balls," Adray swears, "I ain't stripping armor and the cloak is too wet, would slow someone down.  I'm gonna take one of these blades though, doesnt hurt to have an extra weapon."  That said, he looks around for for a torch or lantern in the room.  If he finds one he'll light it.  "Ready when you are." He says to the team.

"I was born ready," says Choir, in the voice of a brash young paladin whose party had once stopped at the temple for healing potions. She tried not to remember that the paladin had not survived the first skirmish of his adventure.

 In a bright light, still coming off Choir's shield, you can see that there are no torches around, but quite a lot of aromatic candles and several oil lamps with coloured glass (probably for creating romantic atmosphere). That greenish light that you saw from outside in massage room is not there anymore, well could be the spell of now deceased cultist.

Fran would grab a the red ‘hankies’ from the bodies quickly. She’ll tuck one partially in a pocket, letting some of it peak out like they had and put the others away with the scroll she pocketed earlier. She’d nod to Adray, ready to follow into the ‘secret’ passageway. 

Fran would grab a the red ‘hankies’ from the bodies quickly. She’ll tuck one partially in a pocket, letting some of it peak out like they had and put the others away with the scroll she pocketed earlier. She’d nod to Adray, ready to follow into the ‘secret’ passageway. 

Polly nods as well. "Let's go"

Adray grabs a reddish colored lantern from the room, lights it up and then with spear in hand signals everyone to follow him.  He enters the door slowly and quietly and keeping his eyes open for threats.

Stealth 10

Perception: 16 +  2

Choir follows with the glowing shield, gripping her warhammer.

(Oh, stealth-- 3 )

As do Polly and Owis. 

stealth: 8

Fran's going to practice her stealthy maneuvers behind their bright feathery companion.

Stealth: 4

OOC: I strongly suspect, that carrying light, capable to illuminate 80x80ft cubicle and Stealth exclude each other :)

The door seems to be unguarded. A foul, sewer-like stench greets the party. Behind the door, a staircase descends deep down - at least 20 ft, as you can see in the flickering light of two sputtering torches in wall sconces. From up there it looks like smooth stone steps and brick walls end in the water. It's humid, stinky and very very quiet.