Iesha - I may be mistaken, but shouldn't your Cure spells be 1d8 +2, if you're second level?
"I can heal everyone here, save Iesha, once this day, as well. But I agree; let's see if we can at least investigate this floor, and then retire for the day and see if we can lay hands on some potions.
I suspect nothing more can come from an examination of this room; shall we check the next?"
Male Half-Elf Ranger 4 (Urban Ranger archetype)| Init +5|Perc +14/+16 for undead| HP 36/36| Saves F +6/R +7/W +3; +4 vs. ench.
Peredur fails to stifle a scream as the brand sears his neck. "Aaarghh! Damnation, haunts, 'twas not we who mistreated you so! No, Talia...though th' thing may be empty, we've bought th' right to look in yon desk with our pain, and I mean to do th' thing."
Still rubbing the mark on his neck, the ranger searches the desk and takes a quick look at the brazier as well.
The door lurches under the combined effort and swings inward.
Tangled mounds of moth-eaten fabric sit on several wooden tables, each surrounded by workbenches. Various sewing tools--shears, needles, rolls of thread, boxes of chalk and other objects lie scattered over the floor.
What appears to be a skeletal arm protrudes from a stained heap of fabrics.
Several of the small barred windows seen before line the wall.
"You are much overdue, I must say. But all the same, I am glad that the new guards are finally here..." a woman's voice comes from the pile of rages, followed by a ghostly figure.
In life she had been quite lovely, but in death she is but a pale reflection. A tattered dress hangs about her, her skin now bluish, her eyes pale white orbs, and whisps of smoke escaping from her lips.
She floats over the lump of cloth and watches the party expectantly.
"My husband is gone. For all these years since... since the fire, he has been there... just out of reach, trapped below but keeping the rest trapped as well. And then they came, men in women in black robes, speaking only in whispers. They worked foul magics, and I felt my very being ripped apart... but it passed and I remained. They left, and I could no longer feel my husband's presence. I have done what I can to contain the prisoners without him, but my power wanes as theirs grows..."
"You are the new guards yes? Here to help restore order amongst the prisoners?"
"I am glad you are here, the cowards you are replacing did naught but lock me in this room, thinking it would keep me safe." She holds up a translucent hand and examines it wistfully.
"Five spirits there are, malignant things that need be destroyed. When done I can keep them from manifesting again. With a symbol of my husband's office over the prison, his badge, I think, I can banish them from Harrowstone for good."
"there were objects kept here, of value to the five prisoners. They could prove helpful in defeating them... though they are evil things, steeped in the violence and death that brought their owners here. The property room is in the south east of the prison, on this floor. But they were kept under tight security."
"I too know somewhat of them, and I can provide any info if you need."
"My husband's badge. A shining gold star he wore in life with all the authority of his office. He looked so handsome with it upon his chest..." Grief thickens her voice, and whisps of smoke escape from her eyes now... a ghastly reflection of the tears of the living.
"Please, then, tell us what you can of the five. We would much rather face them prepared. And if you could give us any other guidance about this place, that might help as well. We've..." here she looks at her new brand "already encountered necromantic hazards and curses. Can you give us any clues as to dealing with or avoiding those as well?"
Iesha nods. "Then, thank you for what information you can and have given us. You said the property room holds items we can use against them? And you need your husband's badge as well. We will do our best to locate it. Please, just be patient for a little longer."
She considers what they've been told. "Is there anything else you can tell us about those people who took your husband's spirit?"
"Clad in black robes and speaking only in whipsers they came. Their dread ritual tore my husband from this place... from me." She falls silent for many moments.
"One night, another happened upon their workings... and they killed him. Their leader, a man wearing a vest shaped from human bones, carrying a staff topped with a skull bound by a black cloth; he struck the poor man down with fell magic. They crushed his head afterwards to make it look accidental."
"Thank you for that information. In striking him down they have sown the seeds of their own destruction. He was a friend and his death drew us here. We will avenge both him and your husband."
The priestess of Shelyn looks unusually somber. "The Eternal Rose beleives all can be redeemed. Still, htere are those who's redemption can only come with death. Let us find them and send them to Pharasma's judgement. Starting with freeing this prison of its tortured souls."
The party carefully backtracks to the first room of the prison.
Possible routes: North, West, E, East door 2double door, east single door. Please note, when facing the doors, the double door is the left, the single is on the right. or in terms of the map, the top door is the double, the lower is the single.
"I'm unsure. Though if I remember the Lady's words correctly, the storage room will be to our right somewhere. Actually, I think we should find that first, then decide if we wish to pursue exploration of this floor further."