The Haunting of Brute Squad (Inactive)
Game Master ThorGN

"There's a chest in the water there." Ashur will slowly walk over to check it out.

"Yeah..... So..... Who wants to go see what is in it?"
Erin says nervously.

"If you don't want to, I will." Ashur reaches into the water to grab the chest.

Erin breathes out a sigh of relief and follows close behind Ashur.
"I am not going to object this time, if I pull on your jacket stop like last time."

Relying on my 10ft Trapspotter talent here.

"Got it."

Oh, there are also three doors along the west wall.

The bathing pool is square, 15 feet to a side, and 5 feet deep in the middle. Getting the chest is going to take a little more than, ‘I reach in and grab it’. Someone’s going to need to get wet.

"You all feel that? It suddenly just got cold." Ashur says before shrugging it off and getting into the pool.

"I have a really bad feeling about this Ashur..."
Erin mumbles while following closely behind him, one hand on the back of his shirt, the other on a siphon strapped to her belt.

"Isn't that my line?"

"Only if you enjoy talking to yourself"
She replies, snickering softly.

"Well I do enjoy that. But that's not what I meant."

Waiting to see if Ark or Charlotte want to post before moving on.

"Last time it suddenly got cold I nearly got fried and frozen to death in the space of four glorious minutes. Let me check this chest for magic..."

Detect Magic on the chest and on the pool.

Charlotte looks at the pool of water as the chill envelops her. She immediately pulls back and moves away from the pool with her right hand on her holy symbol and her
Scimitar with her left.

Guys. Something totally isn't right here. Thinks we should go to another room now.

Yandu looks at Charlotte and backs away

"I don't like this place."

The translucent image of an attractive Tian woman appears on the eastern side of the room, pointing scornfully to unseen figures in the pool. Yes, go ahead and weep! the manifestation cries. Weep as I mourn for the years I devoted to this organization. And for what? To grow old and die? In my mercy, I will spare you that fate! Ghostly bodies rise from the waters with frozen expressions of horror on their faces before being pulled into a single swirling blue sphere floating over the middle of the pool. The sphere seems to suck all warmth and life from the room.

You all take 6d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 6, 1, 1, 6) = 18 cold damage, Reflex DC 19 for half.

The sphere disappears, leaving a chill in the air and the frozen water in the pool as reminders of the horrifying scene.

Tanrov shoots wildly when the chilling spirit makes her appearance.

He shudders as the deadly cold washes over him.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Ashur is able to avoid the brunt of it and his infernal heritage helped him tolerate some of the cold. 4 damage

"Well that was mildly annoying." He wrenches himself out of the now frozen pool. "Guess we can't get the chest now. Let's keep moving."

Tanrov's shoulders slump as he limps into the previous room.

Erin hops onto Ashur's back to avoid having her feet encased in the ice.
"Okay, these angry spirits are getting a bit old... and dangerous. I really do not like dealing with things I cannot see."

She then looks over Ashur's left shoulder at the chest encased in ice.
"We could eventually thaw it out... It would just take awhile."

"Maybe I should just wait here to help you guys carry stuff home", Tanrov says. "I can't do anything to help you fight evil spirits."

The young barbarian retrieves his wand and once again tries to figure it out.

Erin
"Well, I don't think these spirits will give us the time. We'll come back for it later. And I don't think I'll every say this again, but would you get off me? You're making it harder to get out of this ice."

Tanrov

"Waiting here will just make the spirits find you that much easier. Besides, we need you here just as much as anyone. There might be dretches here for you take out."

Tanrov shakes his wand around in the air futilely again.

"I can't use magic and fly like you can Horns."

"At least if the spirits come get me here I'll be the only one getting hurt."

"Well that creepy little guy could use magic and that didn't save him. You just need to play to your strengths. Like hitting things really hard with your hammer."

"Yeah, but you flew up and got him."

"What things in here could I have hit with my hammer?"

"That was from a potion. Anyone can do that. Next time we're in town, I'll buy you one and you can do it too. We've had one fight so far on this mission. I'm sure there will be something in this house that will be on the ground and hammer-able."

Tanrov stares at the wand a moment and then starts biting it.

"I'm just not as strong as you Horns. Help the others finish the mission."

Erin quietly whispers into Ashur's ear.
"I am not liking this place much, but I think Tanrov is starting to crack."

She then lets go of Ashur and slides down off his back and addresses the group.
"I am going to take a look at these three doors real quick while you all recover. I apologize for not being able to see these things, but ghosts are not exactly my specialization."

Erin makes her way to the doors and checks each of them for sounds or dangers.
Perception 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17 +2 Traps

"Uh, you're just as strong as I am, probably stronger. There are worse things than not being able to help in a fight. I've died in two missions, once in the last mission I was on actually."

Tanrov looks at Ashur in confusion.

"You died? Twice?"

"Yes. I'm not invulnerable. A caster drained my life force when I got in his face. I was surprised this one didn't do the same."

"And you came back from the dead?!"

"I would like to think we kept him suitably distracted."
Erin says while making her way to the first door.

"Uh, my allies helped pay for a spell to bring me back. I had very little to do with it."

Tanrov simply stares in disbelief.

He's immortal...

Ashur, it looks like just the surface of the pool is frozen, the top six inches perhaps. You can break through or melt it if you want too.

"Why don't you help me out and break the ice with your hammer, Tanrov?"

The center door opens to a small storage area that used to keep supplies for the bathing pool, etc. The two side rooms are restrooms and each has a door at the opposite end opening to a room beyond.

I will try to post an updated map tonight.

Tanrov trots over and just stares at the immortal tiefling for a moment.

After a minute he pulls his hammer from its harness and starts half-heartedly breaking up the ice.

Once Tanrov is done breaking through the ice, Ashur will hoist up the chest and attempt to open it.

"Found a couple of privies over here and a supply closet. If a ghost comes out of one of these, I am out of here."

She approaches Tanrov and Ashur pulling the chest out of the water.
"Well, you got the chest out, wonder if there is anything good inside. Care if I take a look?"

The Chest is locked, and Ashur is soaking wet with putrid water.

"Now this is more like it."
Erin says cheerfully, producing a small box of tools from her robe.

Disable Device 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32 +2 Traps

Tanrov feels a bit better after helping lift the chest out of the water.

"What do you think is in there 'Rin?"

"No idea, but you all had better step back. There is no telling if there is another ghost in here or not."

She motions everyone away while working on the box.

The chest pops open under ‘Rin’s adept fingers.
The inside sparkles with the gold and gems that fill the chest, about 2K worth by the looks of it.

Tanrov leans in and looks over the loot with equal parts awe and worry.

"Don't spirits not like it when you take their things?"

Erin's eyes light up at the sight of all the gold.

"Possibly, but with the amount of times they have tried to kill us already, I would be willing to call it even."
She states with a smile.

"This almost makes it worth it. And also, they're not gonna use it."