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Fulmen pulls himself out of the water and pulls the rope taught, attaching it to an ancient torch sconce and securing it around a couple stone protrusions in the stairway banister, similar to the other side.. The rope pulls taught and while not a tight rope, could likely be used to shimmy along without touching the water.
The sinspawn continue to shred at the dolphins, leaving another one potentially sickened.
Vuloo opens a lifelink and one of the sick dolphins gets a weak blow in on the western sinspawn.
Braelex continues to watch and then heads into the water, firing her weapon from under water and the bolt travels just far enough to skewer the western sinspawn in the back of the head, killing it. Relan mops up the last sinspawn with a vicious blow and the two dolphins swim around in a victory lap.
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... and the two dolphins swim around in a victory lap.
Vuloo attempts to use the rope to cross the water.
And falls in ...
After the last sinspawn is defeated, Braelex swims across to the far side. She climbs out, frowning at her clothes, sopping wet once again.
"Those were another kind of sinspawn. We should keep a specimen for Lord Heidmarch." Her eyes perk up after a moment's thought. "Are any of them still living?"
Does he not have a bounty on their skulls? Can someone detect magic?
Already wet and still breathing water, Relan searches the pool, hoping to find something of worth, perhaps from a previous victim.
Relan searches the entire room but finds nothing of interest in the stagnant water other than the 4 sinspawn.
Other than getting wet, Vuloo is perfectly OK in the water and can extract himself eventually.
After the party crosses Relan will pull the bodies from the water and set about the grizzly task of collecting heads.
Vuloo splutters as he drags himself out of the water onto the other side, "Nasty creatures. Why would anyone possibly be interested in them?"
Vuloo detects magic on the area.
"So they can breed their own?" Braelex adds with a grin.
"Pathfinders of all sorts are interested in all knowledge, Vuloo ... disgusting or not. You should know this. The sinspawn are a fascinating creation born of a high concentration of sin magic and the emotion they are attached to itself. Think what we could do with that if used on the positive sides of rune magic. Spawn born of humility, generosity or love ..." Andel colors a bit as he realizes the implications of this last statement and trail off embarassedly.
The party heads west out of the guardroom and after 30 or 40 feet the corridor turns to the south and slopes downward for several 100 feet. A short flight of stairs leads down to a thirty-foot-square chamber with a cistern filled with dark water taking up most of the floor. Troughs of this dark water run east, west, and south through hallways alongside five-foot-wide walkways. Soggy timbers have been draped over the gaps to provide unstable looking bridges over the troughs. An ornamental torch made of onyx burns in a sconce next to a hallway heading east, from
which the distant sound of someone singing with a raspy throat wafts down the hall.
Here that? Relan says quietly. The language is Necril, the language of the dead. Be Ready.
Vuloo carefully steps into the room, crossbow ready.
Vuloo steps on to the first platform and notices nothing of interest.
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With the group ready Relan advances into the room.
Braelex moves in with the others, taking a look down each passage.
"Let's find out who is singing this gloomy song."
Fulmen checks the murky water with the tip of his staff.
Vuloo will cautiously cross the bridge.
Vuloo steps forward to cross the bridge and the plank immediately shatters as soon as he places any weight on it, but the nimble halfling leaps back into a roll and tuck landing lightly on his feet.
Relan leads the party to the east and Braelex hops back over the gap to follow.
As the party proceeds down the hall, the off-key singing immediately cuts off.
The water in the room beyond has slight ripples in the water. A stone bridge supported by stone pillars curves through a cylindrical reservoir. A few feet below the bridge, dark water fills the room. The walls within a few feet of the water’s surface have been painted into a remarkable mural that depicts the skyline of Magnimar, complete with numerous ships seeming to float on the waters of the room.
As Relan pops in, a raspy unseen voice asks from within the room, "What luck is this, to have travelers after so long a time? Who be you?"
A hall exits the room to the south.
Relan needs light to see and will gladly accept a light spell on his armor.
The lore warden peers ahead towards the voice. You have it right. We are travelers passing through. We are here to explore this place. But be warned, we are well armed and will deal violence to those who are violent. Who might you be, living so long in the dark?
Vuloo will cast light on Relan's armor as well as the tip of his crossbow.
How were they able to capture the city's skyline while being trapped down here? Braelex muses, keeping her crossbow ready.
You have it right. We are travelers passing through. We are here to explore this place. But be warned, we are well armed and will deal violence to those who are violent. Who might you be, living so long in the dark?
"Who am I? And what have I lost? I will trade my story and my aid for a small promise of aid from you as well. You are surface dwellers, yes? You intend to return there? If that is so, I have need of you for I can never return to the surface."
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Vuloo turns to the others and shrugs, "Yes, we are surface dwellers. I for one would be happy to trade my aid for any information that you can provide on Thassilon artifacts in these dungeons. Now, who are you and how may we assist you?"
Yes, you seem the reasonable sort. Show yourself and let us be about helping each other.
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"Alright then," the raspy voice replies coupled with a slight splash of water. In the pale light cast off Relens' armor, the party sees a gruesome beast crawl out of the water on to the bridge. Dripping with water, a blue-skinned, red-eyed, long-tongued creature of death stands up, fingers ending in claws. It is dressed in the tattered remnants of leather armor and some sort of livery.
"If my appearance doesn't prejudice you, allow me to offer you some free information before I make a request," the creature keeps its eyes downcast as it looks your way
"I assume you intend to progress deeper into the sewers. To the south of here is a junction where the sewer pipes from above dump. In those pipes a pair of vicious serpent-like beast reside awaiting hapless things to come by. To the west and south, you'll find a room with broken bridges and foul gases. It bothers me not, but I think you air-dwellers may have a difficult time. Finally to the far west is a room full of harmless fungus and mushrooms, but hidden amongst them is an all-destroying green substance that clings to the ceiling and in the fungus itself. I've seen it tear through a rat in mere seconds."
He pauses, looking to see your reactions before he continues, "My name is Lockerbie Brast, and a while back I lost a a valuable broach when I sunk my ship, the Liza Jane, just east of this structure. If you can recover my broach and then show it to me, I promise to tell you details about the dangers far to the south. And if you'll go one step further and promise to deliver the broach to my wife with an explanation that you found it in the shipwreck but found no sign of me, I’ll even agree to aid you against those dangers to the south."
He eyes you carefully, "Do we have a deal?"
We could not deny you that human kindness Lokerbrie. Even if to one who is no longer quite human. We have already found your trinket. It is a gold-and-pearl brooch inscribed with the letters "L.B". He will encourage the party to show the broach. Can you also explain how you came to be in you current state? Should we assume there are others of your, er, type about that might want to recruit us as well?
Braelex watches quietly.
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Vuloo nods at Lockerbie, "Aye, and we'll return the broach to your wife. Where may we find her?"
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Aidon looks slightly startled at the creatures appearance, "Hot damn, you are an ugly one aren't you?" Aidon immediately covers his mouth with both hands and blushes to the roots of his hair, "Oh gosh, I am so sorry, I did not mean to say that out loud, I ahh, well I tend to not have any sort of an inner voice and you had to admit you have looked better I am sure...oh jeez, I am just going to stop talking now."
With that Aidon forceably clamps his lips together with his fingers and shuffles his feet in embaressment
Recognizing the undead for what it is Relan waits for it to respond.
The grotesque creature considers for a moment Vuloo's offer until Relan shows him the brooch, and he immediately makes a relieved sound, "Excellent then ... I figure you are here for the four blue-skinned, white-haired dwarves that have been experimenting on people. They are led by some sort of witch but there seems to be a growing feud among them. If you approach through the southern tunnel of the sewer falls south of here, you can scout them via a balcony. It's how I watched them unobserved."
He pauses, looking at Vuloo, "How do I know you'll keep your word to take it to my Liza Jane?"
"You have my word as a Pathfinder. That's all I can offer."
The vile creature settles back, rolling his head and tongue, "Baah, you may mean to now, but you Pathfinders will find something else to distract you and you'll forget her. Prove me wrong and bring me some evidence that you told her and I'll accompany you to destroy those four to the south. In the mean time, I'll stay here and you're free to travel back and forth."
Before he slips back into the water, he turns back with a feral grin, crouched on the ground, red eyes reflected in your light, "But if you get killed by those dwarves, I'm likely to eat your corpses ... no hard feelings."
He slips soundlessly into the water beneath the bridge.
"I don't remember much after the ship sank ... I came to somewhere north of here but ran from some fire breathing dogs. I fled here before I realized what I'd become. I don't know of anyone else like me. Other than the dwarves to the south, you're the first intelligent creatures I've stumbled across in years. Just rats and spiders until now."
You do get the sense that he is holding back the urge to lick his lips.
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Relan nods his thanks for the answers. Then we need fear no others like yourself down here. I must say that you exhibit remarkable self control for one of your kind. he adds praisingly. I trust your will power is strong enough to allow you to keep your end of the bargain after we deliver the brooch.
Lockerbrie shrugs,"It's likely not long before they discover me and I become part of their experiments. You look like my only hope to eliminate them beforehand as well as help ease my poor wife's pain", the creature drifts off in thought for a moment before it continues. "If you don't, well, I'm no worse off. In the mean time, I'll work on my art and be thankful of the dinner that one of the two groups of you is going to serve up soon."
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Vuloo shrugs and turns to the others, "We don't need him. Let's press on."