GM Euan's Rise of the Runelords (Inactive)

Game Master Euan

Round 4, Init 13

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 Will

Kast, swinging wildly, continues to suffer from an absence of perfection.

Morningstar, one handed:
1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 = 13 to hit;
1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 damage.

"Gods, have I had enough of your freakish face!" Qetsiyah snarls at the thing as she slices down mercilessly on the aberration.

Greatsword attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18 Damage: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 3 = 9

If it's down, she'll reserve her movement to head toward the other 'spawn.

Kizzy does indeed take out the blue sinspawn. Seamus, you may change your round.

"No, the face not Kizzy!" Izomandakus curses as another sinspawn head is deformed by the mighty blows of his friends "Critters! Brodert Quink is not going to believe me"

The boy rushes through the room, getting a backup position next to Meg.

Pachemu steps over the central platform and keeps shouting excitedly at Kast's spawned blood.
Intimidate-smaller size (demoralize): 1d20 - 1 - 4 ⇒ (9) - 1 - 4 = 4

Relieved as Kizzy strikes down the sinspawn, Seamus congratulates her as she moves to help the others. Calling to his friend as he also moves across the room. "Broder Quink? Why won't he believe you?"

Looking down at the bleeding sinspawn, he shrugs, "guess it's just you and me." He then thrusts his longknife where the things heart should be. "Just in case." He then turns to see how his friends are doing.

CDG: 2d6 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (6, 6) + 2 + (1) = 15

Kizzy crushes the sinspawn, already bleeding from several wounds, and it drops! Meg takes a chunk out of red, but it keeps on coming. Izomandakus double moves to a more advantageous position for next round. Seamus finishes the blue sinspawns life, for his damage is enough to kill. Kast resists the wrathful lure, though his focus costs him the hit.

Red, hanging by a thread, maniacally rages against Kast, attacking hard.
red bite on Kast: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 DC 12 Will or be overcome with wrathful, sinful thoughts (sickened minutes: 1d6 ⇒ 2)
red claw on Kast: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
red claw on Kast: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Though doomed, the remaining sinspawn laughs with maniacal glee as his claws manage to rake the militia man.

- Round 5 -
Kizzy - 8
Meg - 7
Izomandakus - 3
- Round 6 -
Seamus - 27
Kast - 13 (-14hp)
Sinspawn blue - 10 (-41hp, dead)
Sinspawn red - 10 (-19hp)

Next up - everyone!

Meg barely notices Kast getting hit again, as now this 'finding the creature's heart' situation is a serious problem that she simply must solve. She keeps moving her sword as she tries to figure out some metric she can use to make an educated guess about the creature's anatomy.

As this happens, she realizes that the sinspawn has left the back of its head open. "Aha! I should have guessed that you are absolutely heartless. Let us see how good the head is on your shoulders."

She simply does the sensible thing and runs her blade through the back of its skull.

Attack with Cold Iron Rapier (dex damage, flank): 1d20 + 4 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 1 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Attack with Cold Iron Rapier (dex damage, flank): 1d20 + 4 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 1 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Round 5, Init 13

Gashed twice and bleeding freely, Kast swings wildly. He will 5' step back after swinging.

Morningstar, one handed:
1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 = 8 to hit;
1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 damage.

"Ouch!" Izomandakus sees the sinspawn raking at Kast "Critters!" then Meg skewering its head "Another ruined skull! "

The boy goes for the legs, trying to break them so the thing stops moving around.
Staff: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Bludgeoning damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Pachemu oinks menacingly.
Intimidate-smaller size (demoralize): 1d20 - 1 - 4 ⇒ (14) - 1 - 4 = 9

Hearing the combat continue Seamus turns and hustles back up the stairs. Seeing Kast wounded, he calls to his friend. "Back up." Then as Kast moves back, Seamus steps forward, knives in hand, telling his friend. "You better use that wand on yourself!"

double move, if he needs to delay the second move so Kast can move back he will

"You better use that wand on yourself!"

"I'm fine. I'm sure I got this," Kast replies, trying to keep a stiff upper lip. He's bleeding severely from several gashes and a wicked bite mark.

The Watch can't fail Sandpoint.

Meg stabs cleanly as the creature celebrates its attack on Kast. Her cut is deep, and severs more around the heart than should be, and the creature crumbles to the stone floor, bleeding out as her critical is successful!

The room quiets, save for the creaky wooden platform. The red sinspan, so recently felled, seems to stabilize and doesn't bleed further onto the cold prison floor.

Kizzy - 8
Meg - 7
Izomandakus - 3
- Round 6 -
Seamus - 27
Kast - 13 (-14hp)
Sinspawn blue - 10 (-41hp, dead)
Sinspawn red - 10 (-32hp, stable)

We are out of initiative

Seeing Meg's rapier piercing the back of the sinspawns head, Seamus shakes his head. "Don't take it all on yourself buddy, were here to help." Turning back to the monster, knives in hand. "If Meg hasn't killed it yet, We'll keep it off you, get yourself right. Your no good to us dead."

Qetsiyah has a look at the felled creatures. Satisfied that the one she killed is most definitely dead, she checks out the one Meg brought down.
Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 17
"I dunno, Izo. Meg's blade did some pretty precision work here. You could probably still study this one. In fact, I think it's still alive. Barely."

Next she investigates Kast's wounds, seeming especially concerned over the bite he'd received.
Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 16
"Hmm, remind me to pick up a healer's kit when we go shopping again. We're gonna wear out that wand Hamberdering every little scratch. I don't think it's poisoned or infected or anything at least." She said with a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, careful to avoid any of his injuries.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 For moving on.

Turning from Kast as the last sinspawn falls at Meg's hand, Seamus watches as Kizzy treats the sinspawn. 'still alive?" Looking from Kizzy to Izomandakus. "Still Alive? Whoever wants to study it will need a big jar!" Making room for Kizzy to pass him to check on Kast, Seamus kneels near the spawn, putting his long knife through the things chest.

After making sure the thing was dead, he points towards the hallway, Shall we continue or do we want to search the prison?" When the others are ready he will take point, keeping a keen eye out.

cdg: 2d6 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 2 + (4) = 10

Kast takes a knee for a moment, looking at his wounds and trying to see where he is bleeding most. "S#~%," he wheezes and drops his morningstar. "That guy almost got me, Kizzy" he fumbles for the wand. Down 16, not 14. 3 charges, Meg! Ty.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 CLW
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 CLW
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 CLW

That was close. You need to be perfect, Kast. Perfecter.

Kast takes his time to compose himself, and then uses leverage to stand again. He will pick up his morningstar...and offer his longspear to Kizzy.

"You wanted this, Kizzy?" Kast offers lamely, mishearing it the first time it was asked.

Meg immediately cleans her sword with her magic, not wanting to let that monstrosity's scent linger on it a moment longer than necessary. "Always search, I say. Never know what you may find hiding away." Meg's curiosity is more personal, though. She has been to prisons before with Sapphira to support her beloved friend in her work, but such visits were always mediated by staff. Further, Meg has never been known for powers of observation, so the details of those visits quickly faded from her mind, if they were even present in the first place.

But now, with her real name being wanted for murder, a prison has a much more personal feeling. Is this like where they would send her in Magnimar? She probably would not be there long, as she could not imagine the people would want anything but a quick execution. Swift justice for the vile woman that murdered her family. She can certainly understand the need for vengeance deep in her gut, the desire to see someone broken and defeated at your feet as they plead for mercy from your righteous wrath. She was a mother once. Not much of one, but one nonetheless. Those two girls would have certainly grown to be better than her, but now they will never have a chance.

Did something similar happen to Nualia? There was no mention of a child in the diary. Such a tragedy would certainly explain her anger, her hatred. Of course, Meg might just be projecting her own experiences on to another, but the mere possibility of a connection there leaves Meg with this feeling that she has to just talk to this woman. "Nothing--and nobody--is lost until you stop looking." Sapphira loves her aphorisms. Meg wonders if she should look for Nualia.

She shakes herself out of her thoughts. She will have more time for this kind of reverie later. She needs to focus for now.

"Nice trick!" Watching as Meg uses magic to clean her, Seamus turns from the hallway and quickly searches all of the small cells. Looking around to the others, "did anyone else find anything?"

Once the conversation about what anyone found is over, Seamus begins to proceed down the hallway to the east.

At Meg's request, Seamus will take 10 (21) on perception for the jail. Then return to the hallway.

Kast, I usually just keep track per battle, assuming you’re at max hp, or close enough. So I’ll occasionally be off by a few points.

After a thorough search of the prison, you find little of anything at all. Some bones here and there, but most are so old as to be crumbly. The skull the two sinspawn were fighting over is remarkably solid for its age, but drop it, even from a short height, and it’ll shatter into many meaningless pieces.

Proceeding eastward down the gradual slope, you enter a room containing several ancient relics of what appear to be torture implements, although their function and style seem strange and archaic. In one corner sits a spherical cage with spikes protruding inward from its iron bars. In another stands what appears to be a star-shaped wooden frame, its surface studded with hooks. And in the center of the room is a long table covered with leather straps and a number of cranks that seem designed to rotate and swivel.

While the torture devices here may have seen plenty of use back in the day, they are far too decayed and rusted to be of any use today. In fact touching one of the whips causes it to crumble nearly to dust.

Izomandakus comes to observe the still alive body Kizzy is pointing out "It certainly breathes and bleeds like any of us, thus, they are no undead at all..." the boy is starting to count pulses pressing the wrist of the beast when Seamus passes the knife through the chest.

"Tsk!" Izomandakus drops the wrist and the count "We could have taken it to the Watch prison, or put it into one of these cells. Imagine the amount of information we could have learned about sinspawns studying its behavioral and nutrition patterns"

"If we do not write down all that and publish it, how will adventurers know vital information about them? Not everyone is as deadly skillful as Meg" the boy arches an eyebrow holding the stare at Seamus. Pachemu strokes her head against his leg trying to calm him down.

As the group moves on towards the east, Izomandakus examines the torture devices in search of some mechanic parts that might help him on his projects.

While Seamus checks the eastern door, the boy goes for the southern one instead.

earlier
'Taken it to the watch?' Raising an eyebrow at his friend's outburst Seamus wipes the blood off of his longknife onto the corpse. "Take it back to Sandpoint with us? Hell's no! Figure out it's behavior? It was summoned out of a fountain." He gestures towards Meg, "She figured out everything anyone needs to know, stick 'em with the pointy end." Standing up and moving toward the hallway. "I'm sure miss statue out there kept notes for posterity, that's what you academic types do, right? When we're done killing all these things you can go to a bloody library and find her autobiography." Seamus huffs and heads down the hallway.

Now
Seeing his friend go to the southern door, Seamus shakes his head hoping he doesn't do anything foolish. Listening at the eastern door carefully, Seamus checks it for traps, and once the group is ready he will open the door.

Taking 20 (31) on perception at the door, two minutes will give everyone time to admire the toy room

After Kast recovers by completely suppressing his fear and emotions after nearly dying like any man word, he follows after Seamus. He’s not going to let one near death experience stop him from his quest for glory, for perfection.

”I have no interest in dragging that abomination back to Sandpoint. We’ll bring Quint down here to examine it later, mayhaps. But we should continue on,” Kast says more bravely than he feels.

He moves up to guard Seamus.

Qetsiyah shrugs gives Izomandakus a sympathetic smile. "Keeping it alive would leave room for it do more harm. What if it escaped? But I'm sure the runewell has more in store for us. We'll make an effort to get you an intact head to study, at least."

"Thanks," She said happily as she took the offered spear. "I think I'm beginning to see the advantage of fighting with the extra reach. You guys tend to rush ahead of me, makes it hard to find a spot where I can stop attacks on you and still be hit whatever is attacking us."

As they moved on to the next room, Kizzy grimaced imagining all the horrible uses for the strange and terrible tools. She kept an eye out for anything useful while Izo looked to the south and Seamus checked the next door.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

You open the southern door first to reveal the crumbling remnants of several chairs and a long table cluttering the floor of this room. To the south stand three stone doors, each bearing a strange symbol that resembles a seven-pointed star. After quick examination, these three doors are also opened (GMPC). The small chambers beyond were prison cells. Two have skeletons within - badly deformed humanoids. One has a misshapen skull and the other a rib cage that goes all the way down to the pelvis - a pelvis with stunted leg bones strewn below its strangely flat girth.

Meanwhile, the eastern door reveals a long staircase descending into the earth. You can see the beginnings of another chamber, well lit, beyond the staircase. From within however, you hear the high pitched voice of a goblin, calling out!

”Erylium! Koj puas yog koj tug tswv? Thov los cuag kuv kom kuv mus teev koj ib qho tshiab!”

For no particular reason, I think we should roll initiative…

- Round 1 -
Seamus - 30
Kizzy - 21
Kast - 13
Good Folks - 10
Meg - 5+
Izomandakus - 5-

FIrst up, Seamus, Kizzy, and Kast!

As Izomandakus charges into the southern room, Seamus rolls his eyes while he carefully checks the eastern door for traps. Once the group is ready he opens the door to the east, seeing the steps and hearing the voice call out "Erylium!" Looking behind him at Kizzy he whispers, "Wasn't that the what's-it's name?" He then hustles down the steps.

Seamus descends into a strangely cold chamber which arches to a vaulted height of twenty feet. The floor contains eleven wooden lids strewn haphazardly over eleven five-foot-wide pits in the ground. From the darkness within these pits echo up strange shuffling sounds and, every so often, a low moan.

What strikes you more though, is that this chamber is well lit, and well guarded. An insane, three armed goblin (image) stands on the far side of the room, keeping watch over the wood covered pits.

The goblin is huge too - over 4' tall. Massive for a goblin (medium sized).

He screams some further gibberish in goblin, and prepares to attack!

Calling to the others, Seamus begins to move to the corner opposite of the goblin. "Umm there's a really large strange looking goblin down here!"

so two move actions for the round

Double move here too.

Kizzy was astonished by the twisted skeletons and the aforementioned goblin was just as deformed. "By Desna, this whole place is a freak-show!" She moved into the room as far as she was able giving the others space to move in as well and set herself up with Kast's spear, ready to receive the monstrous goblin's approach.

Longspear AoO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Round 1, Init 13

Kast double limps up to take a better look. He draws his morningstar as he moves, shield ready.

Seamus moves swiftly downstairs and then into the corner to try and obtain a tactical advantage. Kizzy also double moves into position, as does Kast.

The goblin takes a circuitous route through the room, careful not to step on any of the wooden platforms. It closes within a few feet of Kizzy before opening its mouth wide, and spewing forth bilious stomach bile - acid!

acid damage: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7 Reflex DC 13 for half. Also, Fortitude DC 13 or nauseated for 1 round

The foul muck partially covers Kizzy and Kast as they must both come to grips with the innards of a goblin!

- Round 1 -
Meg - 5+
Izomandakus - 5-
- Round 2 -
Seamus - 30
Kizzy - 21 (reflex DC 13, fort DC 13)
Kast - 13 (reflex DC 13, fort DC 13)
Strange Goblin - 10

Now up - everyone!

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16 Know (Local)
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 Reflex
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12 Fortitude

"Ah, that's disgusting," Kast wonders when all this heroics is going to be less awful than one's average bar fight.

Round 2

Kast, gagging, moves around the room.

Izomandakus answers back slowly and very calmly "The thing was probably useless after Meg's improvised lobotomy anyway" the boy shrugs "Anyway, I do not want a pack of adventurers dying to this sinful creatures. I need to figure out how to document it"

When the shouts of disgust arise, Izomandakus is still searching and examining the southern room. Alerted, he moves very fast back to the north room and the eastern stairs.

K. local: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 special defenses, special attacks
Spotting the overgrown goblin he picks up a piece of butter from his pouch "That is a hot looking sword. Better do not get close to it"

Saying words of power the butter is consumed and a grease coating appears in the extremely overheated sword of the goblin "Be aware, he is saying something about worshiping Erylium"
Ref DC 14

Pachemu rushes forward all along the stairs and into the next room.

"That's really gross!" Seeing the huge goblin vomit acid on Kizzy and Kast, Seamus moves around behind the creature. Having watched the creature being careful not to step on any of the wooden platforms Seamus makes sure he does not as well. Once behind the the thing, Seamus slashes at it with his longknife cutting it to the bone.

Move 20 ft, attack: longsword
attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 for damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
crit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22 for damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
I forgot Seamus has local knowledge, will roll here
knowledge (local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Izomandakus reveals that the creature is Immune to acid, mind-affecting effects (just for Meg), paralysis, and poison.

Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 vs DC 14

...and he manages to hang onto his blade too!

”We can argue this later, darlings.” She was about to say something else, but then the entire rest of the group went running off ahead into some room with a nasty-looking goblin. She sighs and shrugs then ushes into the room after the others.

Double move]

Knowledge(Local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Barely escaping the worst of the foul acid vomit, Qetsiyah crosses the pitted area carefully and stabs at the mutant with Kast's spear.

Acrobatics: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10 Provoking, sigh
Longspear attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Crit confirm?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Meg double moves to the next chamber to join the others. Izomandakus descends the stairwell as well and tries to disarm the angry goblin, though he maintains his grip. Seamus rolls in, critically striking the poor goblin in the chest, slashing him deeply. Kizzy moves into position, exposing herself more than she’d like as she tries to avoid the trap-doors, but she does connect firmly, slashing the goblins leg once in position. Kast, taking little damage, finds its enough as he works to keep his breakfast down.

Taking advantage of the AoO, the opposition tries to shorten her stride.
longsword on Kizzy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Kizzy pays the price for her maneuver, as the goblin lashes out rather strongly against her.

The goblin roars with anger, or rather squeals. He lashes out at Seamus before taking a 5’ step southeast.
longsword on Seamus: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15 damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
silver dagger on Seamus: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
handaxe on Seamus: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22 damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Kizzy fails to get her spear in the right place at the right time, and Seamus is also blooded - though the strike was true enough it might have hit anyway.

The goblin laughs heartily as his blades find their mark.

- Round 1 -
Meg - 5+
Izomandakus - 5-
- Round 2 -
Seamus - 30 (-7hp)
Kizzy - 21 (-14hp)
Kast - 13 (-3hp)
Strange Goblin - 10 (-19hp)

Now up - everyone!

"Blasted Goblin!" flinching from the axe stiking his arm, Seamus follows the goblin, shifting between platforms making room for Kizzy in his wake. "I think he's going for the tunnel!" voicing his concern as he slashes at the things ribs with his long knife then thrusts the throwing knife at it's thigh.

5 ft step, attack: two weapons, short sword, dagger
attack: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 5 - 2 = 16 for damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
attack: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 2 = 17 for damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Meg hops between the trap doors, completely uninterested in discovering what deadly secret they hold. The extra focus she needs to keep herself safe from stepping wrong does make it harder for her to land an effective strike, however.

Attack with Cold Iron Rapier (dex damage): 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 - 1 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Move action to move, standard action to attack

Round 2, Init 13
The military texts always striking from where your opponent cannot defend, or when they are distracted.

Kast moves in to strike at the creature's backside, wondering why Seamus didn't wait for him.

Morningstar, one handed:
1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 = 11 to hit; (flank)
1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 damage.

C'mon Kast, be perfect.

Kizzy's breath leaves in a rush as she takes a heavier blow than anticipated. "Careful, it hits hard!" She steps to follow and lunges with the longspear again.
Longspear attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

"Ok" seeing the testosterone deformed goblin holding his sword, Izomandakus calmly steps one step down and picks a scroll from his case. Unrolling it he pronounces the arcane words to complete its casting triggering the grease magic within. This time he tries to make the ground greasy "Hope that makes it a bit more difficult for him to escape into the corridor"
Ref DC 11

Meg moves into position, but cannot land a blow. Izomandakus greases the floor under the poor goblin trying to prevent escape. Seamus connects with both blows! Kizzy also connects with her borrowed longspear, and the goblin drops, bleeding to the floor, a deep gouge through his right lung. Kast moves up, but misses the falling goblin.

The goblin coughs up a wad of blood, as his weapons clatter to the floor. He follows shortly thereafter and begins to bleed out.

We are out of initiative.

Meg - 5+
Izomandakus - 5-
Seamus - 30 (-7hp)
Kizzy - 21 (-14hp)
Kast - 13 (-3hp)
Strange Goblin - 10 (-38hp, bleeding)

Looking south the tunnel opens up to the east, perhaps another passage, before ending in a door.

Seeing Kizzy run the goblin through, Seamus nods, 'Well done Kizzy!"

Lowering his weapons, keeping his wounded arm cradled, Seamus Points at the grease with the other, asking Ixomandakus, "Can you remove the grease? I'd rather not slip into one of theses pits finishing the Goblin." He raises an eyebrow, "Unless you object to me putting this thing out of it's misery too."

He gestures back towards one of the wooden platforms, "Should we see what's down below?"

Kast helps the goblin bleed out more quickly with a solid battering to the brains with his 'star.

2d8 + 4 ⇒ (4, 7) + 4 = 15 coup d'jerk

"That was well done. I didn't think we'd have him, but we did," Kast says, still covered in goblin bile.

Kast will examine the weapons of the creature, also if there is any loot around.

What is under the cratey things?

Nodding approvingly at Kast's handywork, Seamus moves out from amongst the pallets, against the wall. Shifting the pallet in the south east corner with his foot, he slides it back out of the way so they can see what's inside.

You open one of the unlatched, but truly decrepit trap doors and look into the hole… It’s a small hole, just a few feet across but ten feet deep. Scarcely large enough to fit someone down standing up. But that’s what someone has done. Deep in the pit is what’s left of a prisoner, sacrificed here who knows how long ago. Their corpse has animated into a zombie, eternally scratching to try and climb out of its pit.

But it cannot.

When you check the other trap doors, they too contain zombies, or at least most of them do. All trying slowly to crawl out of their individual pits.

The goblin had
Longsword made of bloodcrystal and glowing like a torch +1 (3,815gp)
Dagger, silver (22gp)
Handaxe, MW (306gp)

Meg glances down one of the holes. The space between her cheek and her lips pulls up in an expression of disgust. ”What vile mind thought this was a clever idea. And were these bodies murdered and raised or just graverobbed? Disgusting.” She pulls out her hand crossbow and reloads it. ”I think it perhaps best that we put these dead to rest, would you not say so?”

If we decide to clear them out, I’m cool with just crossing off some ammo and moving on since it doesnt look like they can get out

Moving back from the pit, Seamus turns to, Kast, "At least we got him before he could get down the hall." He gestures towards the wand, lifting his wounded arm. "You mind using the wand again?" as Kast waives the wand, Seamus moves the arm, "Thanks!"

Nodding in agreement with Meg, "Yeah it makes no sense. But putting them down does." He gestures towards Kizzy who's still holding the spear, "Do we want to waste arrows? Or use the spear." Moving back toward the goblin, he lifts the silver dagger. "What's the point of making a dagger of silver? Anyone mind if I use it?"

As the others decide what to do with the zombies, Seamus moves down the hallway and looks to the left.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

”I think it perhaps best that we put these dead to rest, would you not say so?”

"Yeah, I think so too. We need to put them to rest...forever," Kast would help but doesn't have adequate ranged weaponry for it...unless he takes back the longspear he offered Kizzy.

"Kizzy, did you want this sword? It's glowy and still sharp," Kast looks at the longsword wistfully, but he knows he hasn't trained with the blade to make it worthwhile for him to keep.

"I can take back my longspear to handle these zombies, unless you'd rather do it?" Kast is fine either way, but wants the zombies laid to rest.

Kast offers the fancy dagger to 'Mus.