
Exxor |

I think she will question what you plan to be doing that you need such armament
Appraise: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17 on toys
Anyone know of something that goes bump in the night that plays with toys?

Exxor |

They are virtually worthless. Which makes me wonder if something other than the Pathfinders left them here.
Anyone know of something that goes bump in the night that plays with toys?
Exxor looks at the position of the toys and if there is something that might have collected them still lurking, or if perhaps they were shadow dog chew toys.
Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27

Hippa |

Scrunching up her tomato red face, not in concentration but frustration. Pausing a moment, she casts an irritated "Detect Magic". She gets up close to examine. "Tricksy hallway, shadow dawgs, vandalized portraits and a warning sign. Layers of subterfuge. Sounds like Pathfinder shenanigans not demon related."
Afterwards, She casts Detect Magic again and goes a long slow 360. Eyes likely raising over the prolific glow coming from Miro.

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"What is with things or people crawling up and down privies....uh no offense Miro."
He began frowning at the scratchings.
"Can anyone see down far enough there my eyes are useless for such things im afraid."
he said still moving about a bit stiffly trying to get used to the heavier plate. This was weird, he would have so much extra coin from his clothing getting well.. less ruined on their adventures.

Exxor |

Exxor peeks down the hole...
Any one know what might make these tiny claw marks... rats, wererats, undead creatures, shadow creatures in need of a manicure...?
Do you want me to shine the bullseye down there? Maybe we will be rewarded with the glow of evil eyes peering back? This may also mean that Delvehaven is not as "locked" and abandoned as it would seem. Perhaps later we could explore this as a less conspicuous method of coming and going, if we need to make multiple trips here.

Hippa |

Are there claw marks on the door or door frame? I could drop a book with a light spell upon it. Or perhaps on one of the shadow beastie's parts if any still exist." Without further ado, Hippa heads back in the Pathfinder library finding a suitable sacrifice to illuminate, she hums a quiet morbid tune reminiscent of a morbid play she was in.
Humming the dirge, she lightly touches and counting inventory of the charms decorating her person, linger on some more than others.

Hippa |

Too late Hippa left and returns with a torn back page. Quieter than dropping an actual book" She wads it up, casts LIGHT, Anyone want the honors of using the privy for the first time in a couple of decades? Smirking and sarcastic, Hippa so proud of herself.

Hippa |

Tossing the illuminated paper into the hole, she watches as it lightly (PUN!) bounces down until settling at the bottom.
perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

MiniGM |

our heroes continue on into what was
Once an exotic feasting hall, this central chamber is now
covered in dust and grime. Many square tables and chairs
sit throughout this room, although quite a few are partially
collapsed or fallen over. A gigantic fifteen-foot-tall tank half
filled with a cloud of murky brown water stands in the hall’s
center, its wings of glass stretching in the four directions of
the compass. A jumble of strange, bony shapes are just visible
lying strewn on the bottom of the tank. Twenty feet above, the
ceiling is draped in cobwebs.

Exxor |

Exxor looks around at the trash, cobwebs, murky water and bones.
Why is there a giant tank of water? Seriously, who builds these things? But sure, why not, what could go wrong...?
Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22
And where did Miro run off to?

Hippa |

Pausing to observe the tank of slime, Her hand twitches of its own accord. "I hate surprises" Hippa whispers a subtle incantation in
She may have forgotten to be stealthy in her effort to reveal what problems lay within.

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perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
"this is such a strange place... i wonder how it used to look back in the day."
He began looking about especially peering above towards the spiderwebs.

Hippa |

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Also as a byline: Hippa would've taken the dolls. put them right beside the unread book. he he he