Leaving his sword drawn Gregori leads the group back the way they came, looking forward to a bath.
You make your way back to the Quintain's Tower and the smell thankfully abates somewhat over time, but you are happy for a bath and a hot meal.
Brazzer lets out a guffaw as he realizes what happened to you. "Let me just get my notebook ", he chuckles and brings out a tattered scroll with the superscription: Battling the Dung Monster. "You're not the first to run into it", he beams with a malicious glint in his purple eyes. "Tell me, how did it go.
As for the bottle, Brazzer looks at you incredulously. "Do you know what you've got here?" he asks. "This is an Efreeti bottle. Just look at the smoke coming out of it. The efreeti inside must be positively furious after having been trapped in a dung heap for ages. This can be really dangerous.
On the other hand, you might be able to coax a few wishes out of it. Either way, it's worth a fortune. You're lucky I'm not in the habit of screwing my customers over, so I'll give you a reasonable trade for it in whatever magic you may desire, but I don't keep that kind of money around so I won't buy it from you.
Tika spends much of the journey back mumbling to herself whilst writing in one of her many journals. Anyone that listens for a bit can make out she is trying to (and failing)to make what was essentially a fight with a giant animated turd sound heroic and exciting.
Her attitude perks up somewhat at the mention of the magic items "So what do you think we should ask for?" She asks the others
As Brazzer's offer sinks in, Roylenna's eyes widen and her jaw falls open. She just looks at the others, speechless.
Market price for the dagger is half its worth, ie 9000 gp. As for the bottle, Brazzer prefers that you let him pay you back in multiple lesser items. He might not be able to procure all of them at one time, so if you are inclined to trust an ogre (as I imagine you might be), he hopes to be able to get the items within a week or two. After all, you know where to find him.
Brazzer offers you free room and board for as long as you live... er, wish. If you can stand the smell of goblins the accommodations aren't that bad.
Sell it.
OK, let me have a wish list. Or maybe you should thrash it out in the discussion thread.
A few days later, a grinning Brazzer invites to his roast boar party and proudly announces that he's been able to procure all the things on your list. He's happy enough that he even lets the goblins have their own table.
Are you ready for another go at the infamous dungeon?
The corridor continues about 90 feet to the right before abruptly ending and giving way to a more narrow passage of unworked stone. Will you proceed (you will have to do so in single file)?
Perception 15 (stonecunning applies):
Perception
Artival casts his MAge Armor spell upon returning to the crypt, which will last for 6 hours.
Perception
Perception
"Hey Guys I think there is something behind the wall there." Tika points at the spot for the others to see.
"Something like a door or something like an attacker?"
Ka'kara tilts her head to listen, "I don't hear anything."
"Like a door. Although I suppose there could be an attacker behind it."
Her look of excitement turns to one of mild frustration as the hand she was reaching toward the secret door drops back to her side, "I suppose we should call Mahaffy back here to take a look before we open it..."
Gregori grins at Ka'kara's reaction.
"I promise if it's an attacker you can get first shot."
"I'm sure that whatever attacker we'll find will be enough for all of us."
Mahaffy finds no traps on the door. Do you want to open it?
Gregori draws his sword and takes a step back grinning at Ka'kara as he does.
"All yours."
Roylenna steps back to give the warriors sword-swinging room and prepares to cast a spell if the need arises.
With a huge grin she places her greatsword in her right hand, then reaching for and opening the secret door with her left.
Behind the secret door a short passage turns to the left before it ends in a small room, where a fat man in rich garb sits on a wooden throne. As he sees you he claps his hands in delight and smiles, revealing a row of vicious fangs. In broken Common, he exclaims: "Congratulations! You finally found me. Now I will reward you with your righteous death."
Roll for initiative. Map coming up.
Init
"Wow there was someone waiting behind the door to attack us."
"Wow, and just think - you weren't the one we were looking for at all!"
At first the barabrianess seems mystified as to why such a well dressed man would be sitting down here by himself but then grins broadly, "Its about time, I was beginning to think the legends about this place were a pack of lies."
Initiative
"What do we have here?"
Know. arc.
Kno. Planes
"I'm not even going to bother looking at your soul after a response like that, right pronoun, wrong direction, and I'm the only thing that'll be righteous about your death."
Lyria raises her eyebrow at Gregori's remark. "I didn't know you were into words, Gregori. I thought you more the fearless warrior type than the witty scholar", she says while pulling out her holy symbol and getting ready for battle, conveniently behind the fighters.
Knowledge (religion) 15:
Tika, Roylenna, Lyria and Artival are up, then the monster.
Tika inspires courage in the others and gets her spear ready.
Artival jumps at the chance to show off his new Metamagic rod, so with it in hand, he fires off a Scorching Ray at the undead
Ranged Touch Attack with Haste
Damage x 1.5 = 21