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Hudak doesn't find a sandwich, but he does find three wands, a potion, a scroll, a belt and two strange idols. Two of the wands radiate necromancy, the other evocation, while the idols radiate conjuration and the amulet transmutation. The scroll radiates necromancy and the potion looks like a fairly standard potion of Cure Moderate Wounds.
A quick search also uncovers a spellbook.
1st: chill touch, grease, mage armor, ray of enfeeblement, reduce person, true strike
2nd: blindness/deafness, false life, ghoul touch, mirror image, summon monster II
3rd: displacement, fly, summon monster III, vampiric touch
4th: bestow curse, contagion, dimension door
Checking the doors, one simply goes into the foul-smelling closet, the other leads to a corridor heading east for about 25' before turning north. There is a door on the south side at the end .
Vethran scrutinizes the items for a few moments, scratching the stubble on his chin.
"The scroll is used to animate the dead so that they may serve the caster. The idol is a Varisian idol, used to empower the summoning of creatures. I have no particular need for it, but if Elisile or Alwyn intends to conjure anything, it may be of some use. The wands are ray of enfeeblement, magic missile, and vampiric touch. Unless anyone else wants them, I believe I can put them to good use. As for the belt... the nature of it's enchantment escapes me for the moment. It will have to bear more scrutiny later, unless one of you can puzzle it out?"
A quick search also uncovers a spellbook.
Vethran peruses the tome briefly, nods, and tucks the book away into the bag of holding.
"Elisile, you and I can take a closer look at this later, though it seems there's precious little that you may find useful. Unsurprisingly, it would seem our corpulent madam here is a necromancer."
Elisile stands at the doorway, the door opened just a crack, peering out, keeping watch into the corridor beyond. As Illes has dismissed his silence spells, she does not trust that someone else within the house might not hear them talking.
Assuming it appears to be all clear, she turns momentarily as Vethran describes the items, murmuring a detection spell of her own and examines the belt.
“It is a belt that enhances the wearer’s constitution,” she says quietly, handing the item to Hudak, his joke having been lost in translation. “A lesser example of such work, but still useful.”
"We should perhaps linger no longer here."
"Even animating such thugs as those guys? I could see that animating the bodies of good men would be an evil act, but those... See it as a first taste of their miserable afterlife."
"Now, animating the dead is clearly an unnatural act. They must be destroyed before we leave this place." He nods at the chopped-up ex-zombies. "However, that won't be too difficult."
“My people say that using such magic – animating corpses – tarnishes one’s soul,” she warns at Alwyn’s suggestion.
"Well, I can see that, but I figure....we just came in here, and carved all these ogreroids up. I think they deserve it if anybody does, but, I mean, how good is all THAT for your soul? I don't know, just an observation."
Illes belatedly and reluctantly climbs through the window. He starts to kneel and retrieve his arrow, but seeing the filth of the floor leaves it, "Gah! Careful! Don't knock over any piss buckets. I'll probably have to burn these clothes by the time we get out of here..." He lifts his scarf to cover his nose and mouth with one hand and holds the shortbow in the other. Abruptly removes the scarf and sings a short phrase in Varisian while pointing at the other members of the group in turn, "Kai tha aksousete otan milao!"
Replacing the scarf he whispers, "Okay, for an hour whisper anything anywhere in this house and I will hear you and you will hear me. If we get separated for any reason, remember this." Despite still being over by the window you can hear him as clearly as if he were whispering in your ears.
"Do we wanna do this door in, or somebody wanna check it out and listen first? Anybody can you look for a trap? I don't want to get hurt by secret stuff."
door at H7 (whenever we have some group decision, I'll try it)
strength check
roll
So my success or failure doesn't even subconsciously taint any decisions......
A mangy bearskin rug lies before a tremendous hearth set into the wall, its pained visage still snarling at whatever cruel hunter took its life. A huge couch haphazardly upholstered in animal skins and human flesh, replete with a collection of talons, monstrous hairy spider's legs, fox heads, and human hands and feet, sits to the west. A cobweb-covered door leads outside to the porch. The room is otherwise empty.