Taking her time, Cassandra does detect a few faint magical auras from the area the would be below the captain's cabin, if the ship were upright. They are light auras of necromancy, abjuration, and transmutation.
Wednesday finally manages to hack apart the door, his arm and shoulder burning for the effort. Along with a few other bits of ruined furnishings, the scorched sheets of a canopied bed twist like ghosts above the snapped wooden bed frame. Knotted amid the linens, a drowned corpse wearing the birdlike mask of a Queen's Physician twirls in the current. The body moves occasionally, caught in some minor current or wave movement, giving it an eerie semblance of life.
As they enter, Amira does not find any sign of the plague in the room you are currently entering. There does not appear to be anything in the room, beyond the beds, the bed coverings, and the body of the Queen's Physician.
Wednesday then does a thorough search of the body itself. Inside the jacket of a Queen's Physician, the ranger finds that the man inside had worn plain black robes. In a fold of the robes, Wednesday finds a brass holy symbol. The symbol seems to resemble a fly with a skull etched onto its back.
Kn Religion DC 12:
This is a holy symbol of Urgathoa, Goddess of gluttony, disease, and undeath.
Female Human Bard (Dervish Dancer) 5 HP: 28/28 NL: 0 | AC 19/14/15 | F +1, R +7, W+5 (+4 vs. Sonic, Language-Dependent, and Bardic Performance)| Per:+9 (Darkvision 60ft.), Init: +5 | Battle Dance: 14/16 | Spells: 1st: 5/5, 2nd: 3/3 | Arrows: 14
Knowledge(Religion):1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Terri feels her skin go numb as she recognizes the symbol. Her heart leaps into her throat as the realization goes home.
This was planned! This isn't some random plague, someone's trying to kill Korvosans, and I don't buy for a minute that the Queen's physicians aren't behind this.
The priestess swims over, looking for anything that might have evidence that couldn't be conveniently explained away.
The mask looks like a common doctor's mask, but after a bit of examining, you notice is has a few magical properties. The first is a certain resistance to nauseating scents (+2 resistance bonus). The mask is also intended to give the wearer immunity to one disease (as Cassandra would probably guess, the disease for this mask is Blood Veil). Finally, the mask veils the wearer's attitude and allegiance, making him register as ordinary for those searching for good or evil.
Narrowing his eyes at the symbol Daud grips it tightly with his teeth while taking hold of the doctor's head and bracing it against the floor. He then uses his cleaver to hack the man's head off, lest he get back up of his own accord.
After the grisly work is done he turns to the others, ready to continue through the rest of the ship.
The water inside the cabin becomes cloudy for a few minutes as Wednesday separates the man's head from his body, making sure he doesn't rise behind the group. Satisfied, he turns to the others, ready to proceed.
Female Human Bard (Dervish Dancer) 5 HP: 28/28 NL: 0 | AC 19/14/15 | F +1, R +7, W+5 (+4 vs. Sonic, Language-Dependent, and Bardic Performance)| Per:+9 (Darkvision 60ft.), Init: +5 | Battle Dance: 14/16 | Spells: 1st: 5/5, 2nd: 3/3 | Arrows: 14
I am, So that's one Plague Doctor's mask and an unholy symbol of Urgathoa so far, right?
Also can you paste the loot sheet to the top? The url is https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1pQropou9gyhFXwVWY6E_9qXqHFnERwiDzmj Ks2v-1RY/edit?usp=sharing
Terri looks away from Wednesday's grisly work. She can't blame him, but it is still not easy to watch a man being beheaded.
Amira, there is no other exit from the Captain's cabin, and the rest of the exterior has been seen. The smaller stern section on the other side of the rocks is relatively open, and there are two remaining entryways into the larger bow section, the smaller portal used by the crew, and a larger seal used for lowering cargo.
Sunday pulls mightily against the warped plug, and suddenly it comes out with a muffled pop. Tossing it aside to sink in the depths, Sunday peeks inside the murk.
Female Human Tangled Briar (2/2) // Conjurer (teleportation) 8 | HP: 47/47 | AC: 15 | T: 13 | FF: 12 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +5 | Will: +8 | Init: +3 | Perc: +1 (+6)/+3 | Sense Motive: +1/+3. Current Con 13 | Current Cha 6
Cassandra swims along behind the others. She pays attention to her surroundings - the bulkheads and the layout, the wood and the structure. Who built the ship? What port did she sail from?
Knowledge (engineering) to pinpoint the specific building style:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
Knowledge (local) to look for signs of colors, decoration that pinpoints port of origin and so forth:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Cassandra, could I also get a perception check, please?
Cassandra:
From the remains of the black sails, and the angles of the beams and hull, you would hazard a safe guess that this ship was both built in Cheliax, and hailed from a Chelish port.
As you peek through the hatch, you see a dark shape lurking further down the bow. Although it is at the edge of your limited light, you can tell that it is fairly large (as in, larger than you).
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