Sayniek thinks this is the necromancer...it should be clear to the rest of you it isn't. He was old, this one is young. But it hasn't been said out loud so...
The group above make their way down below and meet up with Vidar as Cristiel continues her cautious advance.
Seeing no threat by way of the exit branch the magus is compelled to look in at the shrine to Uragotha. Melted candles stand lit, incensce of a pugent type smolders and the body of a small child, a human boy no more than 12 dressed in the simple clothes of farm folk, lies dead, his throat slashed, on the altar to the dark goddess.
And the band is back together save for the magus down the hall.
Sorry for my lack of posting, I haven't been able to get onto the site until now? Anyone else having that problem?
With that said let us revise...
The group descends to the necromancer's lab to find Vidar and Cristiel both departed.
Meanwhile Vidar and Cristiel see... Vidar go ahead and read Cristiel's blurb in my last post.
Cristiel slowly steps toward the split in the tunnel leading to a small shrine. She lifts her injured hand toward her face, waving the strong ordor away before it has a chance to linger in her nasal passages. She gives the small form on the altar a cursory glance before quickly surveying the rest of the room for any hidden dangers. She speaks over her shoulder to Vidar, "We have one youth snuffed out in some vile ritual. I don't think the priest can do much for him now. If I find out our whispering friend was responsible, he shall hunger for oblivion before I am done with him."
At this point everyone can hear each other, With Cristiel talking to vidar, the rest of you would hear what she had to say, so you all see:
...at the shrine to Uragotha. Melted candles stand lit, incense of a pungent type smolders and the body of a small child, a human boy no more than 12 dressed in the simple clothes of farm folk, lies dead, his throat slashed, on the altar to the dark goddess.
And as it is often said...and then?
Vidar, not the type of man to hold back his emotions or be overly careful with what he says, inhales sharply as his face slowly goes from his normal hue to pale white, the to crimson red.
"Bastard...bastard...EVIL VICIOUS BASTARD! You filthy nefarious lowlife scum!! You puerile morbid worm bait!!! When I find you, you will run and cower behind your vile goddess’s bony flank! And her displeasure with you will pale in comparison to what I think up to do to your odious undead hide!"
As Sayniek catches up with the Ulfen wizard, she is about to pronounce vengeance upon whoever murdered the child, but upon hearing the wizard's colorful proclamation, all she can do is nod her head in agreement.
Yes, vengeance shall be had for this heinous crime.
Cristiel continues to examine around the shrine for any hidden doors or extra passages in the walls, "The criminal was only just in the tunnel a few moments ago. If he fled out the exit, he can't be far. That is to say if he isn't watching us from some hidden murderhole this very moment."
Cristiel is thorough but can find no evidence of any other hiding spots or exits. At the mention of vengeance the candles do seem to conspicuously flicker.
Perception vs DC20: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
After making sure the area is secure, Cristiel begins to extinguish the candle flames with the flat of Manartyelo's blade and knock them off of the shrine with the sword. The shrine to the goddess of disease throughly desecrated, the elven woman uses the tip of her cloak to grab the sacrificed child and pull the small form off the altar and away from its foulness. When Vidar and Cam hear something in the distance, Cristiel stands from her arranging the child's body and shakes her head as she starts after the others, "Do not rush blindly into what is most likely a trap. Our foe has shown some tactical acumen in trying to divide us and conquer. Prepare for the worst and you shall never be surprised."
Kithian releases the dog who rushes ahead as the rest of you form up and warily make your way back through the necromancer's chambers and up the stairs and once more in Habe's apartment. Reggie howls from the doorway, one of attention and calling to his master, not one of pain.
Beyond in the foyer to the building you see a huddled mass of bodies.
One is the guard from the front of the building, clearly torn to shreds by teeth and claws. The second - a farmer perhaps - looks like an older man in simple work clothes who also has many scratches and bruises but looks alive though unconscious. The third man, one that the original group knows as a young solider named Jeon (you've seen him about in all the hustle and bustle the last few days) scrambles to do "something" to help with the other guard while also fretting over a serious wound to his abdomen.
Mostly he is slipping in blood and other bodily fluids as is caught in the throes of clear shock. Reggie whines at the entrance as the group approaches and he barks at the man who seems almost oblivious to the arrival of the animal as he frets and mumbles. For his part Reggie sniffs about and simultaneously whines and then growls, specifically at the dead guard.
"Quickly! Master Stillman, Lady Sayinek, See if you can do something about the wounded."
"You! Jeon, did the walking dead do this?"
"Master Darlock, watch over the corpse, if our "friends" from before did this, then this man might rise to attack us too."
"Master Duin, lady Cristiel, please cover the entrance in case they decide to come back."
The miniature armored figure quickly moves over by the injured farmer and soldier.
As she does this, she place her hands upon the soldier and then the farmer.
LoH(soldier): 1d6 ⇒ 4
LOH(farmer): 1d6 ⇒ 4
Sayniek pressers her hands on the frantic solider and the unconscious farmer and soldoer both seem better for the magic. The soldier in particular seems to steady some though his skin is still ashen. On the walking patrol Aaron heard a noise, it was this man. Claiming that creatures had taken his family, attacked his farm! We though he was drunk! The light was bad we didnt see the wounds at first but then something grabbed Aaron... The man chest heaves with tension and his eyes become wet with tears but presses he on, The torch fell and I grabbed my sword and the farmer and ran. He screamed so much but I kept on, knowing you lot were on your way...it was too much for the old man and when we got here... The solider gestures at his fallen comrade and starts sobbing uncontrollably.
Elsewhere in the other wing it is easy to hear the sound of what sounds like furniture being moved about. Reggie growls at the noise. The farmer stirs but does not wake.
Camillo lowers the spellcaster to the ground. "A prisoner. If he wakes up and gives you any trouble, knock him cold. After tonight, if he has a little concussion, no one else will care. Just don't kill him."
Stretching his neck and shoulders, he readies sword and shield and offers, "Shall we go meet the new decorator, then?"