Ura cases the corpses quickly, looking for similar objects as Viilgahan. She's careful to use her mage hand to do the search, not allowing any part of her skin to come into contact with any of the black blood spread across the area.
"Don't touch the black sludge coming out of their bodies. It can make you lose control of your own body parts. And it might be contagious," she warns the others as an afterthought.
(If I need an investigation roll, uhh... 9)
Should she find anything of note, she copies what Viilgahan does, trying to learn how to read the strange ebbs and flows of magic that she started feeling just a few days after smelling what she now thinks of as her magic candle.
Upon hearing Ura’s warning, Nik looked down at his boots, the black sludge now on the bottom of his feet. He had walked through a pool of it, on his way across the room, trailing black blood dwarf foot prints behind him. He shrugged and continued towards the small chest.
None of the party members were able to identify any further signs of what could have led to the demise of the three(ish) cultists. Nor could any new magics be detected among the bodies or belongings. On the body that Uthal had knocked towards the center of the room, another dagger and an ‘ingredient’ pouch was found, with the same contents as the first. On one of the corpse’s fingers, one that was a different color and length than the rest (obviously having belonged to someone else) there was a silver ring.
The ‘legs’ and the body between the bed also had little pouches, but the only contents being the rune stones. A third dagger lay next to the one slumped between the beds.
As Austin tried the trunk, she found it to be unlocked, and while it was full with various gear, there was also a body, this one was alive. As the lid opened, the elf within the trunk squeeked out a weak, “Eeep, please don’t kill me!” The elf wore a pair of spectacles, but had his eyes clenched shut, and bound hands up attempting to protect his face. It was likely he had no idea who had opened the lid, just that he expected it to be foe rather than friend.
Virgil, having noticed that upon getting the all clear, admired how quickly everybody went to their own respective pursuits of rummaging about the room.
Like bloodhounds, they are. When the situation is less dire, I'll have to think of some way to encourage a more dynamic set of behaviors out of them.
He shrugs and positions himself to look out of the room down the hallway, in case whatever did this forgot something and comes back.
"You know, it'd probably be best of the one unarmed person wasn't the one-" Virgil stops himself when he hears the squeaking words of the elf. "Wait! Don't anyone swing a sword, loose an arrow or sling a spell! We have been given another chance to maybe get some answers."
Virgil quickly turns around and makes his way to the chest.
Virgil’s words of elvish appeared to put him at ease, as the elf opened his eyes. With Austin’s assistance, he then stood and stepped from the trunk. The elf was shaking, and still unsure as to the intentions of the two party members standing before him. “My name is Herrpees. I’m came to study the ruins, but as it turned out, I may questionable hiring decisions in terms of my guide.”
Virgil having recovered his pack, and assumebly all of his belongings, still within it, the following items still resides within the trunk:
Anearis stood near the busted door as the other searched the room. They might not be in immediate danger, but they were not in a safe place. The creature could come back at any time. He stood watch for any sign of movement in the hallway.
He joined the conversation as they discovered the elf in the chest. "Do you know what happened here, Herrpees?"
Virgil sifts through the trunk holding up each item and either stowing them with a "Yes" or returning them with a "No"
2 pairs of common clothes "No"
1 pair of fine clothes "Yes"
1 pair of medium sized boots "No"
1 backpack "No"
1 bed roll "No"
1 blanket "No"
1 fine dagger "Yes"
2 flasks of oil "Yes"
1 bottle of ink "Yes"
1 hammer "No"
25 feet of hempen rope "Yes"
1 mess kit "No"
1 book "Yes"
"These fools, just tossing everything together like this, they made a terrible mess of things"
Vigil takes a minute to get all of his things situated on his person and comfortable. He double checks that all of his things are accounted for while he speaks.
"I could venture a guess, but was your guide recommended by someone, Herrpees?"
Figuring they might be here a bit Uthal sets his dwarven package on one of the beds and sits down on the end of it himself, trying once again to get a bit of a rest.
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Standing from his investigation, and his procuring of belongings, of the corpse, Viilgahan idly scratched his scaled chin before glancing over at the weak voice from the trunk. He scowled when he saw who it was, giving a small hiss in disdain. He moved toward where Nik currently stood by the smaller chest in the room, where the dragonborn crossed his arms, leaning against the wall.
Turning to the man picking through his previous hiding spot. “No. In fact, he approached me, at the hunter’s lodge. I went to see if any guide’s were available, but as soon as I got there he said I had a look about me, like someone in need of one.“
Herrpees then addressed the group, responding to Anearis’s inquiry. “They were slaughtered. Two ghastly apparitions, with red glowing eyes. They had the appearance of two dragonborn in full suits of armor, but they weren’t there. The door was of no use, and the two simply came through the wall. But then when they struck down the robed ones, they cleaved straight through.”
Casting a glance down at his feet, “I am no fighter, and my hands were bound, so I hid in the chest, watching at first through a crack in the lid.”
“Don’t suppose you wanna negotiates is getting paid then?” Nik said to Viilgahan as he approached the dwarf at the table. Nik stood there, with the smaller chest opened, and contents now covering the table:
Several pouches of gold and silver (totaling 150 gold, and 7 silver)
several scrolls
a gem encrusted broach
a pair of cuff links
a bottle of a misty pink liquid
two black metal rods with a rusty chain
and a crumpled piece of parchment that looks as though it had previously been wrapped around a small object.
The elf looked over towards the two, a surprised yet also offended look on his face. “You! Of course you’re not getting paid. You were hired to protect me, and I was kidnapped before we even reached the ruins!”
Ura sighs a little at the cowering elf but pauses, however, as Herrpees describes the apparitions that she figures they freed in the crypt room.
"Dragonborn? In full suits of armor?" She turns to the others. "How many crypts were there? You think they're the spirits of the original Seven?"
Moving quickly to the smaller chest, she eyed Nik, before kneeling down and checking the thing for locks or traps.
Investigation: 8
"Wait,"she says as Nik quickly moves to empty the smaller chest. "You guys... you're working for this guy?" She points between Herrpees, Nik, Nak, and Viilgahan. "Well, what a happy reunion for you fellas. At least you didn't get cut in half by the spirits of angry red Dragonborn champions. I'd call that a win in your case." Pausing, she rubs her chin. "What were you trying to research here, Mr. Herrpees?"
She also nonchalantly picks up the bags of coins and hefts them. "I say we split these even stevens. If those spirits hadn't come in here, you'd be a lot deader than you are now. That's the result of our... aeh... teamwork."
"If this must be done right this moment then, yes the fair thing would be to split the coin evenly. However, I would advise we not linger longer than we have to, if further findings are to be divided, it would be best simply agree to have someone stow them and, if you are the untrusting sort, have someone keep a ledger of the findings. I can do that if need be. I would volunteer Uthal as the carrier due to his greater carrying capacity and that he's the least likely to die, given his healing abilities."
Virgil ties his hooded lantern to his belt and removes an ink pen and paper from his pack.
Uthal takes off his pack and opens the top, setting it beside him. "Do not be so sure of that human. My supply of the goddesses power is running low and we keep rushing from place to place, not allowing the wounds I already have to close. I can endure a heavy blow yes, but likely just one."
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"Divide the gold as you see fit, hopefully there are other things of worth here..." he pauses as he reaches for one of the scrolls, looking at the others. "...just giving a once over. When I am content with what we have before us we can better decide." As he begins to read the contents of the first scroll he resumes speaking. "If any of you have experience you can assist me with the arcane." he glances at the elven scholar. "Such that it is..." Viilgahan begins to examine the items with assistance.
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Several scrolls (Language(s) Comprehended) - Arcana: 4
A gem encrusted broach - Arcana: 5
A pair of cuff links - Arcana: 16
A bottle, containing a misty pink liquid - Arcana: 16
Two black metal rods connected by a rusty chain - Arcana: 22
A crumpled piece of parchment (Language(s) Comprehended if there is any to read)
A silver ring from a corpse (Redundancy check) - Arcana: 20
Sighing, the dragonborn closes his inner eye and scratches a spot between his eyes with a knuckle. "This would be easier had some actually rest been achieved..." he cracked his neck and grunted, muttering to himself quietly in draconic while looking over the items once more. He shifted his gaze to his shadow, said something in Abyssal behind a scaled hand, playing it off as another idle scratch of inquisitive pondering.
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Uthal walks around the room, trying to find any other marks of what may have killed the cultists, such as weapon damage or marks from missed spells.
Perception: 11
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Ura cases the corpses quickly, looking for similar objects as Viilgahan. She's careful to use her mage hand to do the search, not allowing any part of her skin to come into contact with any of the black blood spread across the area.
"Don't touch the black sludge coming out of their bodies. It can make you lose control of your own body parts. And it might be contagious," she warns the others as an afterthought.
(If I need an investigation roll, uhh... 9)
Should she find anything of note, she copies what Viilgahan does, trying to learn how to read the strange ebbs and flows of magic that she started feeling just a few days after smelling what she now thinks of as her magic candle.
Arcana: 7
Upon hearing Ura’s warning, Nik looked down at his boots, the black sludge now on the bottom of his feet. He had walked through a pool of it, on his way across the room, trailing black blood dwarf foot prints behind him. He shrugged and continued towards the small chest.
None of the party members were able to identify any further signs of what could have led to the demise of the three(ish) cultists. Nor could any new magics be detected among the bodies or belongings.
On the body that Uthal had knocked towards the center of the room, another dagger and an ‘ingredient’ pouch was found, with the same contents as the first. On one of the corpse’s fingers, one that was a different color and length than the rest (obviously having belonged to someone else) there was a silver ring.
The ‘legs’ and the body between the bed also had little pouches, but the only contents being the rune stones. A third dagger lay next to the one slumped between the beds.
As Austin tried the trunk, she found it to be unlocked, and while it was full with various gear, there was also a body, this one was alive. As the lid opened, the elf within the trunk squeeked out a weak, “Eeep, please don’t kill me!” The elf wore a pair of spectacles, but had his eyes clenched shut, and bound hands up attempting to protect his face. It was likely he had no idea who had opened the lid, just that he expected it to be foe rather than friend.
Virgil, having noticed that upon getting the all clear, admired how quickly everybody went to their own respective pursuits of rummaging about the room.
Like bloodhounds, they are. When the situation is less dire, I'll have to think of some way to encourage a more dynamic set of behaviors out of them.
He shrugs and positions himself to look out of the room down the hallway, in case whatever did this forgot something and comes back.
"You know, it'd probably be best of the one unarmed person wasn't the one-" Virgil stops himself when he hears the squeaking words of the elf. "Wait! Don't anyone swing a sword, loose an arrow or sling a spell! We have been given another chance to maybe get some answers."
Virgil quickly turns around and makes his way to the chest.
As Virgil manages a better view of the chest’s contents, while he does not recognize the elf within, he does recognize some of the gear as his own.
"Well, we won't harm you unless you give us reason to." Austin says with a shrug. She gives the elf a hand out of the trunk. "Who might you be?"
"Ma ane eth da' sa"
Elvish: "You are safe little one."
Virgil extends a hand out to the elf with a warm reassuring smile.
"There's no need to hide any longer and you are also on my things. Come come, I'm sure that chest isn't very comfortable anyway."
Virgil’s words of elvish appeared to put him at ease, as the elf opened his eyes. With Austin’s assistance, he then stood and stepped from the trunk. The elf was shaking, and still unsure as to the intentions of the two party members standing before him. “My name is Herrpees. I’m came to study the ruins, but as it turned out, I may questionable hiring decisions in terms of my guide.”
Virgil having recovered his pack, and assumebly all of his belongings, still within it, the following items still resides within the trunk:
1 book
Anearis stood near the busted door as the other searched the room. They might not be in immediate danger, but they were not in a safe place. The creature could come back at any time. He stood watch for any sign of movement in the hallway.
He joined the conversation as they discovered the elf in the chest. "Do you know what happened here, Herrpees?"
Virgil sifts through the trunk holding up each item and either stowing them with a "Yes" or returning them with a "No"
1 book "Yes"
"These fools, just tossing everything together like this, they made a terrible mess of things"
Vigil takes a minute to get all of his things situated on his person and comfortable. He double checks that all of his things are accounted for while he speaks.
"I could venture a guess, but was your guide recommended by someone, Herrpees?"
Figuring they might be here a bit Uthal sets his dwarven package on one of the beds and sits down on the end of it himself, trying once again to get a bit of a rest.
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Standing from his investigation, and his procuring of belongings, of the corpse, Viilgahan idly scratched his scaled chin before glancing over at the weak voice from the trunk. He scowled when he saw who it was, giving a small hiss in disdain. He moved toward where Nik currently stood by the smaller chest in the room, where the dragonborn crossed his arms, leaning against the wall.
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Turning to the man picking through his previous hiding spot. “No. In fact, he approached me, at the hunter’s lodge. I went to see if any guide’s were available, but as soon as I got there he said I had a look about me, like someone in need of one.“
Herrpees then addressed the group, responding to Anearis’s inquiry. “They were slaughtered. Two ghastly apparitions, with red glowing eyes. They had the appearance of two dragonborn in full suits of armor, but they weren’t there. The door was of no use, and the two simply came through the wall. But then when they struck down the robed ones, they cleaved straight through.”
Casting a glance down at his feet, “I am no fighter, and my hands were bound, so I hid in the chest, watching at first through a crack in the lid.”
“Don’t suppose you wanna negotiates is getting paid then?” Nik said to Viilgahan as he approached the dwarf at the table.
Nik stood there, with the smaller chest opened, and contents now covering the table:
The elf looked over towards the two, a surprised yet also offended look on his face. “You! Of course you’re not getting paid. You were hired to protect me, and I was kidnapped before we even reached the ruins!”
Virgil puts his head in his hand, "You can't be serious. You're testing me, aren't you Milil?"
Ura sighs a little at the cowering elf but pauses, however, as Herrpees describes the apparitions that she figures they freed in the crypt room.
"Dragonborn? In full suits of armor?" She turns to the others. "How many crypts were there? You think they're the spirits of the original Seven?"
Moving quickly to the smaller chest, she eyed Nik, before kneeling down and checking the thing for locks or traps.Investigation: 8"Wait," she says as Nik quickly moves to empty the smaller chest. "You guys... you're working for this guy?" She points between Herrpees, Nik, Nak, and Viilgahan. "Well, what a happy reunion for you fellas. At least you didn't get cut in half by the spirits of angry red Dragonborn champions. I'd call that a win in your case." Pausing, she rubs her chin. "What were you trying to research here, Mr. Herrpees?"
She also nonchalantly picks up the bags of coins and hefts them. "I say we split these even stevens. If those spirits hadn't come in here, you'd be a lot deader than you are now. That's the result of our... aeh... teamwork."
"If this must be done right this moment then, yes the fair thing would be to split the coin evenly. However, I would advise we not linger longer than we have to, if further findings are to be divided, it would be best simply agree to have someone stow them and, if you are the untrusting sort, have someone keep a ledger of the findings. I can do that if need be. I would volunteer Uthal as the carrier due to his greater carrying capacity and that he's the least likely to die, given his healing abilities."
Virgil ties his hooded lantern to his belt and removes an ink pen and paper from his pack.
Uthal takes off his pack and opens the top, setting it beside him. "Do not be so sure of that human. My supply of the goddesses power is running low and we keep rushing from place to place, not allowing the wounds I already have to close. I can endure a heavy blow yes, but likely just one."
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"I have faith that the goddess wills you walking out of this place alive. Plus you're the hardest one to lose track of."
Virgil sets up to write. "So does someone want to list these items off to me?"
"Divide the gold as you see fit, hopefully there are other things of worth here..." he pauses as he reaches for one of the scrolls, looking at the others. "...just giving a once over. When I am content with what we have before us we can better decide." As he begins to read the contents of the first scroll he resumes speaking. "If any of you have experience you can assist me with the arcane." he glances at the elven scholar. "Such that it is..." Viilgahan begins to examine the items with assistance.
((Here we go, with HELP))
Sighing, the dragonborn closes his inner eye and scratches a spot between his eyes with a knuckle. "This would be easier had some actually rest been achieved..." he cracked his neck and grunted, muttering to himself quietly in draconic while looking over the items once more. He shifted his gaze to his shadow, said something in Abyssal behind a scaled hand, playing it off as another idle scratch of inquisitive pondering.
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