"How can we be the ones to blow it?  They're bad, we kill them.  They're good, I don't have to rearrange their innards," Lostur says, simple-minded and focused as ever.

Kray touches Lostur's shoulder gently

"If that ghost is not a trap and is genuinely crying for help it could give us information on who did all this. But your instincts had served you and all of us well in the past. Let's see what happens next." 

You see a female figure chained to the to shrine. As Lostur roars his warning into the room she scrambles back from you in terror. She appears to be a female dragonborn, her scales a deep crimson red flecked with gold. She peeks from around the shrine as you enter.

"P...please... free me." she begs.

Brenvull walks with an arc around to see what's behind the shrine, a bit hesitant to walk directly towards the female dragonborn. If he sees nothing dangerous he walks towards her and starts studying her bonds. 

Lorvax racked his brains in attempts to remember whether he had seen the girl before ((do we recognise her at all?)).  He holds his arm up to still the rest of the party.  "Might it be that the chain, rather than the woman, is the trap here?  Tampering with it might harm her."

Kray walks directly to the trapped dragonborn. 

"Who are you? When did you awake?" she ask her as she approaches.

Lostur approaches behind Kray, squinting and slinging his yklwa behind his shoulder, giving Kray help for the session of questioning with his looming presence and flinty glare.

Brenvull you see nothing dangerous. Roll investigation as you study the chains.

Lorvax you have never seen the female before. 

Kray the female shrinks back from your direct approach but after a few moments she answers in a faltering voice, "N.. not long ago. The small creatures they brought me here and chained me... they said that I would be food for their monsters. Please do not leave me here. I do not wish to be food. I am called Luxure, I am a servant here at the temple. Or at least I was."

She keeps glancing past you Kray toward the looming Lostur. 

Lostur continues to squint at Luxure.  "Why ain't you long dead and handless like everybody else here?" he asks her.

Insight on her answer: 10

Assuming Lorvax is within hearing range ((apologies if that is not the case)), his eyes raise a little when she mentions working at the temple.  “You worked at the temple?  Why then, your knowledge of the great Bahamut must rival even my friend’s,” his hands gesture towards Brenvull, “Besides, you would have no qualms in declaring HIS name above all others, surely”.

Lorvax will look towards Brenvull, his should raising in a slight shrug.  In the meantime, attempting to discern the nature of the woman’s bindings.

Investigation: 21

Brenvull is a bit offended that anyone would be close to having as much knowledge of Bahamut as him (though there are probably a lot of people that do). He joins Lorvax in studying the bonds (Investigation: 7) as he says: "Luxure, fear no more, we are here to cleanse the temple of all the filth that little buggers have bestowed on it." 

"Dead? Handless? W..what do you mean?" she appears genuinely confused and terrified to you Lostur.

She answers you then Lorvax. "I was just a cleaner... I do not know any of deep secrets or lore like your friend here. I... well of course Bahamut is the greatest of the high gods and unrivalled in the heavens... this is known, why would I question it?"

While she speaks Lorvax you see the chains are made of simple iron. As you make your close study you can not help but drink in the beauty of this stranger. You feel your eyes lingering where they should not and turn away to save your dignity.

Brenvull the female seems calmed by your word and giggles at your humour. The sound delights you and for the briefest of moments you find yourself drowning in her pretty young eyes as you recall the vigour of your youth.

"Will you free me then...?" she asks hopefully, biting her lower lip. It seems a simple matter of breaking the iron chains to save her from whatever monstrosity she was to be fed to.

"We will " says Kray, oblivious to the effect that the young woman has on her male companions. "Allow me to try something. Please cover her " she asks to the others give them her cloak to aid them. 

Once she is covered she looks to the pilar and the chains, looking for any kind of rune or anything taht would indicated that there is something afoot there. Once she is satisfied she launches her cold breath into the chains and the colum to make it brittle and easier to break. 

(investigation: 8 )

"Careful Kray, it would be a shame to accidentally hurt such a delicate woman such as she!"  Lorvax blushes slightly as the words slip from his mouth.  "I mean, don't worry Luxure.  We shall have you free momentarily."  He makes sure to flex his muscles a little as he helps shield the young woman from Kray's breath.

Lostur snorts, still quite upset at everyone else accepting the newcomer so easily.  "I don't see why you're getting so buddy buddy with this lady.  She ain't one of us.  She's be with us, or she'd be dead otherwise, if you ask me.  I don't trust her."  He glares... rather ineffectively at the sack where Luxure used to be... and then opens his mouth and growls, low and dangerous.  "Who are ya really, and who trapped ya?  Be detailed about it, girl.  I ain't nice like my friends here and I ain't afraid to punch first and ask questions later.  In fact, I'm asking a question now and I haven't punched yet.  It's making my fist itchy," he snarls.

Intimidation: 30

Kray you see nothing unusual about the chains or the shrine they are attached to. As you release your cold breath Luxure shivers within the cloak. A film of frost now covers the iron and any attempt to break it can be made with advantage.

Luxure offers you a warm smile Lorvax, seemingly comforted by your words and you intent to protect her. You find yourself fascinated by the sleek shimmer of her scales and consider how unusual and beautiful those golden flecks are. 

Luxure seems shocked and then a little angry at your words Lostur. She glances around at the others as if seeking support and then up to Lorvax, her strong protector.

"You wont let him hurt me will you?" she pleads resting her palm on your leg. Her touch is exquisite (Lorvax make a wisdom saving throw).

OOC: Damned fine roll Lostur... you forced her hand.

Brenvull stands back a bit. A bit conflicted by the feeling Luxure is radiating on one hand and Lostur screaming at her. 

((OOC: does Brenvull have any clue on what is happening to Lorvax? Me (the player) has some strong ideas about what's happening here, but I would like to know if Brenvull has an inkling as well to determine wether who he would get aggressive towards))

Wisdom Save: 5

"Hurt you?  Why would he want to hurt such beauty?"  Lorvax says tenderly to Luxure.  "Lostur - what is the meaning of this?!  Can't you see you're clearly upsetting the lady?" he growls at his friend.

(So sorry guys, life got real crazy)

Brenvull roll an intelligence check. :)

Again she looks to you Lorvax with gratitude. "Please, will you remove these chains." she asks sweetly.

(Not sure why my pc doesn’t load the editor since four days ago… so I am posting from the phone) 

Kray rolls her eyes at the interaction of the woman with her male companions.

”It’s alright you can drop the damsel in distress act “ she says “You’ll be free in no time “ she says grabbing the chains and using the Pilar as a point of leverage for one of her feet she pulls trying to break the weakened chains. 

(13 of STR or 19 if athletics rolled a 10 using raw STR on the gamelog)