Serila takes the haversack and opens it. She takes her own backpack off her back and puts it in the central pouch, then heaves the haversack onto her back.
"Wow... Amazing! I can actually walk now, instead of having to crawl!"
"Does anyone want one or some of the items in this sack, or shall I carry them with me for the time being?"
"Might as well keep them in the haversack for now, Serila. " Roo opines.
"Aye it seems this journey is already helpful to us all."
"I guess we should go back to our original marching order."
Bhoors puts his dagger and lantern away he straps the new sword to his belt and readies his bow. "Did someone else want this Longwood? Its we made and silver. I am using it as back up if I need a free hand for light or if . . . you know werewolves. . it is the Vale after all."
"Keep hold of it Bhoors, in a pinch I prefer the hand axe, hopefully it's magic is good against the were beasts as well."
Farid will head down the hall to the door and check it for traps.
Perception
Farid will head down the hall to the door and check it for traps.
Perception 1d20+5
Farid carefully leads the group east out of the trapped room to a ten foot wide hallway of crafted stone. Shortly after leaving the room the passage turns north and goes another fifty feet or so until the hallway splits in two; one passage to the west and one passage continuing north.
"Let me scout to the end of the hall, then we can decide which turn is best."
Serila nods at Auxavier. "Alright, just be careful."
The Half-Orc moves forward to scout using his Darkvision to peer thru the darkness ahead. The first passage to the west ends in a set of closed double doors just ten feet off the main passage. The second passage west ends in a dead end ten feet off the main passage.
"The upper passage dead-ends, so it is these double doors, or a lot of back tracking."
"Farid how does it look?"
Farid moves up to the double door in the first passage to the west and inspects them.
The doors are locked but not trapped.
Farid looks at Aux, "Is it a dead end? No passageways hidden from the naked eye?"
He turns back to the door and tries to unlock it.
Disable Device
"I cannot say about secret doors and such. I looked and saw a dead end. Would you rather check it first and let the others guard here?"
"Dwarves are known for such correct?" His statement begins sure but begs for reassurance from others.
Your quick attempt at the door's lock fails but you take a deep breath and spend a few more moments working with the lock then you hear a "click". The right door of the two opens just a crack.
Aux looks into the room beyond the door...
Perception
"We got to get to those kids."
"Ready to go..." Roo mutters.
Serila figures she'd better stay where she is for now, and waits for Auxavier or Farid to tell her what's beyond the doors.
This large thirty by twenty five foot chamber was clearly once the personal living quarters of an important dwarf. A simple stone bed stands in one corner near a large stone table. A large anvil also rests here, looking somewhat out of place. A massive maul has been attached to the anvil by a crude mechanical arm, and a dwarf skeleton, his skull crushed, rests atop the anvil.
Aux looks into the room beyond the door...
Perception 1d20+1
I can't roll higher than a 20!!!
Aux looks into the room beyond the door...
Perception 1d20+1I can't roll higher than a 20!!!
1d20+1
You see a Small Bronze winged creature on the anvil with the skeleton. You also see a half-finished obsidian statuette as well as an obsidian tablet rests on the table.
The robe on the skeleton has rotted almost to nothing, but his cloth slippers of have not yet succumbed to time’s rot. The skeleton’s left hand still bears a fire-blackened cold iron gauntlet.
Aux attempts to point out the winged creature to Serilia.....
The small bronze winged creature is a homunculus. A homunculus is a miniature construct, servant created by a spellcaster.
"Not a clue," Serila says as she ducks to look at the creature from under Auxavier's arm. "It's not a severed, flying head, though."
Serila hesitates for a moment, then nods firmly. "Stand ready, just in case."
Serila opens the door further and steps into the room, where she addresses the tiny creature: "Hello? My name's Serila, and I'm here with my friends to look for some missing children from our village. Do you happen to know if they're here?"
Aux stays right next to her, ready to jump in front if there is any danger in the room...
Serila's eye shine with an arcane glow as she speaks with the small bronze creature. It shakes it's head as if being awoken from a dream and slowly moves along the anvil closer to Serila at the doorway.
It's speaks to your mind. "... you are not my master ... he is dead ..." It touches the skeleton on the anvil. ... but you have a ... POWER ... in you ... I can sense it ...." It contiues to pace along the anvil bobbing its head like a bird. "... I have not see ... any children ..."
Farid stows his pick and draws his axe just in case.
Roo stands ready, eyeing the creature suspiciously.
"What fey is this?"
......
"Serilia is it safe?"
"Fey. No one go to sleep on us."
Serila nods as she listens to the creature. "I don't fully understand how my powers work, but yes, I am a sorceress. I've also been blessed with a small portion of the powers of the Dawnflower, who raised me after an untimely death."
"It's friendly, but it hasn't seen the children," she quickly tells the others, before she turns back to the creature.
"I fear it's too late to help your master, I'm sorry... Could you tell me what happened to him? Is there anything I can do for you?"
Once again speaking to your mind."...my master killed himself .... even though I begged him not to.... He was the abbot of this monastery ... long ago when the dwarven ruled this region ..." When you ask if you can do anything for it seems to get excited. "....Yes you may be able ... you do have POWER ... strange POWER ... you may be able to release me ...
"You have been alone here all this time? Poor thing..."
Serila nods again, this time more firmly. "How can I release you?"
The small bronze winged creature hops excited on the anvil as Serila speaks with it.
Speaking to your mind. "... I do not know ... but my master did spend many hours ... in the library above studying ... maybe the answer is there ..."
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Aux watches the strange exchange and thinks maybe the things voice is like a dog whistle, something he can not hear and Serilia can. Maybe that is why women think men are not listening......
"Then I'll go there," Serila tells the creature.
Turning to her allies, she says, "We need to go to the library upstairs, to set it free. It's currently bound to its master's corpse, which is a cruel fate to suffer."
"Can it help us find the children first? The thought of moving away from the children to do a task which can be delayed seems unwise."
"Library? Did we fund a library?"
"It's bound here, Aux. To stay by its master's corpse..."
Serila ponders for a bit, then turns back to the creature. "We are here to search for some missing children, and we fear every moment we delay may have bad consequences for them. Are you fine with it if we continue to look for the children now, and come right back to you immediately after?"
"Was it the room with the magic darkness?"