Lao takes one of the crossbows from the rack along with a quiver of bolts and one of the potions. "Miss Avalerdis," he says quietly. "May I suggest your taking the other crossbow. Not that you'd use it, but I'd rather not have it in the hands of the remaining jurors."
Crossbows are a "simple" weapon. Most anyone can use one. I have no martial training and I carry one. She shows that she has a light crossbow. I'll carry a potion and a tanglefoot bag. she announces. And a set of manacles. Who knows when we might need these...
"And I think carrying an extra crossbow is a small price to ensure Sir Rekkart doesn't shoot one of us in the back." She grabs the crossbow at Lao's suggestion. "No offense, Sir. But we already suspect you were compromised during the trial. And we still have the possibility of Sveth infiltrating the group. I would prefer to take the precaution."
Anything telling about the corpse from Ava's earlier search of it?
Eliannador shakes her head in disappointment. "We could have found Abadar's own crossbow in there and I doubt it'd be much help against Mord. Has anyone found anything of note that might help us further identify Mord's true killer? If not, then I suggest we move on to other darker, dangerous pastures."
Lao shakes his head, "Until we get to the bottom of the injustice that was done to Mord, I don't trust anything in here to stay dead for long. But I don't think this one will come shambling after us. Let's see if we can find any more clues in another room."
Female Sylph Oracle L2 (Wind Mystery) | AC 18 (T16F16) CMD14 | hp 16/16 | Saves: F+1 R+2 W+3 | Percep +3 | STATUS: Normal
Certain now that the party had explored this level completely, Pharysene had drifted over to the big circular staircase that led up and looks at it and the smaller one in the SW corner speculatively.
At Sir Rekkart's exclaimation, she turns around and looks for Ebin.
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
everyone hears a sound from a nearby room and quickly go to the room with the ice box and
On the floor, Ebin sits rocking feverishly to and
fro, facing away from you. His hands are busy at
work in front of him, out of sight. The sound of a
knife slicing through fresh, wet meat gives way
to a wet cough when he convulses slightly. The
gnome turns, blood pouring from his grinning
mouth. He holds in his right hand his own severed
tongue, waving it about like a slapstick.
Frustrated and scared, Eliannador remains in the hall, unable to bring herself to look upon the results of Ebin's tortured self mutiliation. She takes a shuddering, steadying breath and then screams, "MORD! MORD! We can't learn the truth if you KILL US ALL BEFORE WE GET A CHANCE! Do you hear me, you undead bastard?" She runs out of steam before she can finish, and her final question starts out loudly but is reduced to an exhausted, helpless whimper by its end.
Ava shakes her head as Ebin falls over dead. She looks out to Eliannador in the hall. Ava walks over and grabs her. "Calm down, Witch. We'll get out of this. We just have to keep our wits about us. One of these jokers is responsible and we'll make them pay for all this."