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Ah knew it, didn't I say that were no dwarf up top, e ad ta be a gnome or some such. Sneaky little basted stabbed us in tha back e did. Rulf says with feeling, overjoyed that his keen eyesight saw through tarjins disguise.
Well anyway lads, I'm also from Hammerfast originally, Unterhein clan. But i've been down among the big folk fer a year or more. Trying to teach religion to tha heathens ya know, thankless job really but we still do our best, Rulf preaches, starting to get into his subject but then realises they have other goals here. Anyway what brings yer down ere, an what can ya tell us about this ere place.
"Ah, Unterhein, wel met." The dwarves listen politely to their rescuers. When prompted Viknus states, "We were hired over in Winterhaven to repair the tower. These yellow-faced ruffians waylayed us and kept us locked in that room like a bunch of kobolds. Not all of us were so lucky, though." About now some of the dwarves are carrying the bodies of two fallen dwarves towards the rope ladder. One of those bodies is that of Tarjin.
"The murderers only interest seemed to be in finding a skull, or some such thing. A gaggle of 'em went through those doors, led by a bag o' dirt by the name of Falk."
By now the bodies have been raised up and most of the dwarves have bowed in respect to each of you before climbing up himself. Viknus bows deeply and says, "We're going back to Winterhaven, and most likely back home after that. We're masons not warriors, but if you're going after Falk, give hive the whole hammer and the anvil."
Latro steps forward to greet the dwarves. "Well met dwarves. I'm Latro. Sorry about your pals. And we'll make sure to tell Falk you send your best. I don't have a hammer or anvil, but my sword and shurikens should do the trick."
To his adventuring party, "I say we go through the doors and avenge these dwarves. I say we run this Falk character through."
"Your comrades will not go unavenged good Dwarves, and may Bahamut guide them to their rest." making the blessing of the shield to protect the souls on their journey through the shadow fell, Kava towers over the dwarves
"Did your captors say anything else about their plans, skulls seem to figger highly in their nefarious and short lives"
A'loran:
And on Lurash's body you find a holy symbol:
Symbol of Vigor
This symbol rewards your good health with divine might.
Level: 7
Price: 2,600 gp
Implement (Holy Symbol)
Enhancement: +2 attack rolls and damage rolls
Critical: +1d6 damage per plus, or +1d12 damage per plus while you’re at maximum hit points
Property: You gain a +1 bonus to attack rolls made using this holy symbol while you’re at maximum hit points.
"A necromancer?! My kind of villan." Kava gets a determined look cross her face. Turning to the group. "Well we should check the bandits above for clues to help us battle this menace"
Kava goes to the rope up following and helping the dwarves up "Masters Kirmondir, master Stonerain if I may be of assistance" Turning to Latro "So young Manticore ... coming?"
"Praise be to the Storm Lord father Rulf, my gratitude again"
Kava slithers out of the pit and waves "Ho, Sorik!" to her dwarven guide. Making sure the dwarves are supplied with arms "You must take care on your way back to Winterhaven, that falsefaced villian is out there somewhere." she helps load the dwarves onto the wagons and briefly checks for a scuffle where they left Sorik, chastising herself for doubting that it is him but taking care in case he's a double.
As they leave she waves "Till next we meet Viknus Idor Markel Gundar Adark Dirkan" and then busys herself with searching the bandits from below for clues
Sorik openly weeps as he embraces each survivor. He nods at Kava's advice, but seems more concerned with those he thought lost. The dwarves give another weary, but heartfelt thank you as they pick up crossbows from the fallen bandits.
Kava
Symbol of Vigor
This symbol rewards your good health with divine might.
Level: 7
Price: 2,600 gp
Implement (Holy Symbol)
Enhancement: +2 attack rolls and damage rolls
Critical: +1d6 damage per plus, or +1d12 damage per plus while you’re at maximum hit points
Property: You gain a +1 bonus to attack rolls made using this holy symbol while you’re at maximum hit points.
The Map
Calling back down the hole "It does not look like anything of interest left up here"
She salutes to the Dwarves dissapearing into the mist, the muted light dulling her silver armour and scales to look like coopers iron.
Turning about for a moment she looks into the dense wall of gray and wonders Where has that shapechanger gone, and just which possible bleak moment is it going to appear. Oh Lord, I was lucky this time but I almost got Aloran killed in that ambush. Help me to keep them safe.
Making the sign of the shield Kava slides her long muscular frame down the hole. Appearing out of the darkness "Do you lads mind if I take a brief look at these murals? "
The crest carries no religious significance. The goblin skulls are weathered and cracked, but reveal no insight as to what caused their demises.
Kava
Rulf
This symbol rewards your good health with divine might.
Level: 7
Price: 2,600 gp
Implement (Holy Symbol)
Enhancement: +2 attack rolls and damage rolls
Critical: +1d6 damage per plus, or +1d12 damage per plus while you’re at maximum hit points
Property: You gain a +1 bonus to attack rolls made using this holy symbol while you’re at maximum hit points.
Around the next corner you see four alcoves. Statues of angels occupy the alcoves on the right; statues of dragons fill the alcoves on the left. All four statues breathe continuous gouts of flame. Beyond these jets of fire, you see an open set of double doors.
Rulf and Kava
Latro
As the party stands there studying the statues (but before A'loran teleports), Latro gives a shout and crossbow bolts come flying from behind the doors.
Latro starts to speak, "I think we tumble around the flames or maybe we can disable them with some time." As he starts to continue, his voice rises to shout a warning, "Wait. What is...lookout! More bandits behind the doors!!"
With that, he moves behind the wall in an effort to make his attacks more effective.
Latro steps back, plasters himself against the wall, and then springs forward, loosing a shuriken at the bandit at the end of the hallway when he reaches the corner.
"These bandits are indeed treacherous and have no sense of fair play! Attacking when we have fire statues to deal with? Not right, I tell you."
To the bandits, "Ho Bandits. We've killed your buddies and your leaders. I'm going to enjoy dancing on your yellow-bellied entrails!"