Mitleid moves up and takes the attacks that he already rolled. The barbarian collapses.
Irenicus will detect magic on the barbarian's gear and determines that his club is magical.
But is unable to determine anything about it.
The barbarian himself detects as magical in some form:
Irenicus determines that he is cursed
Ok, correction. Dolgrin does detect some evil from him but it is strange. It appears strong, but very shallow...
Dolgrin, concerned about the evil he detected warns the others as he goes in the room. "Irenicus said he was cursed, I think there is evil a foot here, let me check." Dolgrin carefully checks the man for evil as well as the club.
The club is not evil, but a curse may explain what he is detecting.
'wow a curse, that's worse than loosing a nose.' Elathras reaches up to his nose, realizing the scarf had slipped off he places is back on walking nearer he ask, "Even if he is cursed we shouldn't leave him down here to die, can we help him Kaz?"
His nest contains 2 ceramic jars of green slime, various bones, a beaver pelt worth 22 gp, a gold bar worth 400 gp, 62 cp and a spell book with the following spells: flare, grease, mending, erase, hold
person, and a secret page containing cloud kill.
XP for the green slime 150 each.
"The man has lost his mind and from all that I have seen here it doesn't seem to a good reminder for us. I agree with you Elathras but do we even have the aid this man might need."
"But he found us some nice goodies!"
"And he was definitely a tosser … of buckets!"
'Cursed, he's cursed?' Looking around the room, Elathras finally asks, "Gruk, if he is cursed is any of this stuff safe? Should we take him with us? Or leave him here? I would rather not kill him if we don't have to, if he's insane it's not his fault he attacked us, right?"
"Well, if his club might be cursed, I don't think any of us should touch it!"
"Maybe someone should try healing him up."
"After he's restrained first, of course."
"Odd collection of things he has."
Gruk will cast Detect Magic to check all Marathek's gear.
Just to be sure if it's mundane or magical.
Only the club and spellbook are magical.
"I can't break a curse. That takes more powerful magic than I'm capable of weildkng. Id be scared to death of taking his items."
"It is a bit strange to see a barbarian with a spell book."
"It's either an old trophy of his. Or cursed."
"Cursed items being no surprise in this place!"
'I like clubs' Shrugging his shoulders, Elathras asks, "So lets go, are we leaving the bug club man here or are we taking him with us? I'm ready to go."
"We should try to bring him around to see if he's more reasonable now."
"If he is, we can use his muscle-power to try digging out of that collapsed pit."
'well that's a terrible idea. Elathras smiles and nods in agreement with Gruk, "We should tie him up just in case right?"
Taking the time to tie the big guy up and then dragging him out in the hallway so he is away from the club, the acid pots and the spike on the wall for impaling people; Elathras stands behind the prisoner with his sword drawn ready to attack. "Go ahead, wake him up, were ready."
"Best to tie him up first, yes."
Gruk stands by, falchion at the ready.
Dolgrin, realizing the big man will need some healing to be able to speak in his own defense. Holding his falchion in his left hand and his holy symbol in his right, he approaches the man and saying a quick prayer touches the bound mans forhead with his holy symbol.
The barbarian wakes up snorting and growling but seems secure for now in his bonds.
Elathras, sword at the ready calls over to Gruk:"Gruk, ask him who he Is and why he attacked us?"
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"Right! SO, tell us. Who are you and why did you attack us?
"They need meat"
'What the crap?' Elathras shudders a little bit, "Who needs meat?"
"De Ogres. Me Rats."
'If he eats rats, what ogres is he talking about. scratching his head, Elathras continues asking. "Um, My name is Elathras, who are you and why are you feeding ogres?"
"This one is as dumb as a post."
"But honest, in his own odd way."
"Where are the ogres now?"
Daal holds his bardiche that much tighter about feeding ogres. He can only shake his head at the though of bringing this crazed man with them.
"Dunno, maybe in der room? Maybe they make jelly of your between their toes."
"He sounds about as bright as ogre!"
'this is confusing' Elathras, very confused asks, "So the Ogre's are your friends? Why?" realizing that he couldn't explain himself why most of his friends were his friends, he shakes his head and re-asks. "Nevermind, do you know how to go back to the out-of-doors? I think we are lost."
"Yes, you are lost. Sarracek will make sure of that." He says with an evil grin.
'Who is Sarracek' Elathras, holding his sword in his right hand, reaches up and scratches his head, pulling his scarf up in the process. Looking at Gruk and shrugging his shoulders, "Gruk, do you know who Sarrecek is?" Addressing the captive, "Hey big guy with club, who is Sarrecek?"
"I don't know who Sarrecek is"
"Sounds like a sneeze!"
"I am Marthek and he is the lord of this area."
"How big is this area?"
"Ask him if he serves this Marthek? If so why did we find him here alone and not guarding Marthek."
Elathras scratches his head again, nocking the scarf loose. "Is Marthek the nasty undead with all the friends that lives in the hall south of here?"
Dolgrin ignores the big dumb human, looking at the club and wizards book, finally he observes. "One of those is cursed, we should burn them both just in case. Does anyone have any oil so I can pour on them to burn them?"
"No oil, no. But I can set them alight easily once they're covered in oil."
"Grrr, I am Marthek! You not burn me club!