Vial 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27 Reveals a potion of cure moderate wounds
Vial 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30 Reveals a potion of gaseous form
Wand from corpse 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19 Reveals a wand of false life w/29 charges
Wand from corpse 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19 Reveals a wand of identify w/15 charges
Wand from table leg 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20 Reveals a wand of gentle repose w/17 charges
Wren reveals the magic to her friends, and sees who wants to make a claim to any of the items.
"I suppose the authorities need to know what has happened up here. Anyone else have anything to do here, before we go back?"
The door to the east reveals an empty room filled with the light stench of decay indicating the zombies that attacked you upstairs probably were kept here. The western door reveals the necromancers bedchamber. It is a relatively stark room that features a simple bed, a study table, and a plain wooden chair. A spell book sits atop the desk.
Wren never failed in the opportunity to check out a Spellbook. She grabs it, and places it in her satchel. "Perhaps some good can come from this nasty necromancer after all...we can use his spells for the side of good.". She uses Detect Magic to help point out any other magical items that the group needed to consficate.
After securing the prisoner with a lacing jacket and a gag you are able to bring him back to consciousness. He is weak from his injuries and remains passive, though his eyes betray his feelings for all of you...disgust. In short order you return to Sandpoint and turn him over to Vachedi, the shoanti jailer, and then head off to meet with the Sheriff.
Once in his office you fill in Belor on all that transpired at the sanitarium. You can tell the news weighs heavy on his soul. "This is difficult to hear, but good job getting to the root of it. I will dispatch some of the guard to deal with this "ghoul activity." Kern this may be a good job for your patrol now that Belril's men have abandoned us. I'll trust you to handle it. As for Gryst, what is you plan to handle him?"
"I intend to consult with the town priest once we've finished here. He's too great a danger to entrust to a conventional healer. If we can't cure the infection, we'll have to prepare to take the necessary measures to neutralize the threat to others."
"I don't know much about the undead. Maybe I can find a tome that has more information in the library."
Kern this may be a good job for your patrol now that Belril's men have abandoned us. [/b]
The Halfling has deserted?
The sheriff nods with approval. "Yes Father Zantus could be of great help in this matter. As for Belril I am uncertain. He supposably left with his patrol to seek out this killer and went south. Towards this ghoul activity. He has not reported in, and Sargent Blake reported hearing a rumor that some of his patrol were acting more as highwaymen then highway patrol. I hope it is not true, but due to the dire circumstances of this case I am going to assume the worst."
Finished with your teams report to the Sheriff, you walk across town to the cathedral and request and audience with Father Zantus. In a short while he appears and ushers you to a sitting chamber where you all my speak in privet. "How can I be of service to you today, friends."
Wren takes the initiative and tells Father Zantus all about the group's investigation so far, and the undead menace at the asylum. "Undead trouble is taking over. It sounds like Gryst has been taken by the infection. Is there anyway to cure it?"
Father Zantus listens to Wren and then says, "If he is to far gone, then I doubt normal physician techniques will be able to cure him. Your only hope for aid will be a divine blessing." He excuses himself politely and several moments later returns with an incased scroll. "This should be able to help you."
"Thank you, Father," Nuri says, accepting the scroll. She turns to the others. "We need to go back to the sanatorium as quickly as possible. If there's any hope of saving that man, time is not on our side."
"Then let us hurry." Victor then moves for the door and opens it, awaiting the others to move on out.
Before leaving town and returning to the sanatorium, you report in with the Sheriff. While Belor would prefer Kern lead his squad to investigate the ghouls he understands the importance of your current investigation. "Kern you go with them, I will take your patrol and investigate the ghoul activity. From this point on I need my best sergeants working with Nuri and Roakkad to figure out what this mess is all about. Consider yourselves special investigators relieved of all your regular duties until such time as this problem is dealt with. Sergeant Blake will check in with all your squads and make sure things are good for you".
A few hours after leaving you are once again at the Sanatorium. Habe does not seem pleased to see you back so soon when one of the orderlies ushered you into the large downstairs room again. "And what can I do for you now deputies?"
"We've returned with a scroll that might save that man's life," Nuri replies, displaying the rolled-up parchment from the cathedral. "You can show us to him and then find someplace safe for you and your staff to stay in safety, in case we fail."
Habe eyes the scroll suspiciously but consents to your request. "For the safety of my other patients I will have him brought down again. We will then return to the upper floor to continue our work while you deal with mister Sevilla." You wait a fairly long time, but eventually the mad man is ushered once again into the long room, his arms secured behind him. Seeing Eponine again he shrieks, "Oh, you have returned. Did his lordship spurn you...does he love me more? Oh take me to him." His tone is pleading, but then he sees Nuri standing before him with the scroll out. He eyes grow wild and he starts shouting, "YOU, NO NOT YOU. Stay away...away, go go go gogogogogo! The master said that the bodies you are finding are signs and portents, that when he is done, you shall be remembered forever and the Misgivings shall be your throne! Go away I do not want you here!"
"Signs and portents, remembered forever, the Misgivings shall be your throne? Does this mean anything to anyone? "
Basic knowledge roll without any skills applied.
Victor looks to Wren helplessly and then simply shrugs.
"I'll have to touch him after I've read the scroll," she says under her breath to Roakkad and Kern, clearly not relishing the prospect. "Do you think you can hold him still?"
Roakkad dutifully held the man still, to the best of his ability.
Eponine backs against a wall, away from Grayst. She is clearly angered and frustrated by the situation. It is unclear if she is unwilling or unable to help cure the man.
Kern and Roakkad hold Gryst tightly, but he seems not to struggle as Nuri approaches reciting the divine words that should remove the taint from his soul. He curses her and screams, "You know my master, you have spoken to him before, find him at the Misgivings...join the pack and the killing will end." The scroll burns away in bright but harmless blue flame and she places her hand on madman hoping his rantings will cease as the fever is cured.
He laughs wickedly, "Oh his lordship will love devouring you. yesssssss!" He rolls his head and sees Eponine pressed back agains the wall. "But you he loves, why not me? Oh make him love me!" His head drops forward and he shudders violently vomiting blood that reeks of rotting flesh onto Nuri's feet.
"Misgivings seem to be the key. If you have this situation in hand, I might sneak over to the library and do a bit of research on this term, and see what I can find out."
He laughs wickedly, "Oh his lordship will love devouring you. yesssssss!" He rolls his head and sees Eponine pressed back agains the wall. "But you he loves, why not me? Oh make him love me!" His head drops forward and he shudders violently vomiting blood that reeks of rotting flesh onto Nuri's feet.
Eponine lunges forward, getting closer to Grayst than she probably should. She shouts "Who!?! Who is he?!? I can tell him NOTHING if I can't find him! Who, damn it!!!"
"Does this situation look in hand?" Nuri snaps at Wren, recoiling from the hot mess at her feet. "Just let him go," she tells the men. "Let him turn and kill everyone in the area. No one else seems to care one way or another; I don't know why I should!" She stalks outside, tears in her eyes.
Kern places himself between Eponine and Grayst. "We'll figure this out, Eponine, don't worry," he says, trying to sound comforting. As Nuri stalks out, he says, "Is he cured? Nuri?" He keeps a hold on Grayst for the time being.
Gryst eyes go wild as Eponine approaches. "He is the master, he is the lordship, he is the one....oh why will he not love me as he loves you? I gave you his message, you must obey! Go to his Misgivings, join his Pack, he will end his harvest in your honor." Blood foams at this mouth and he fights to pull free of Roakkad and Kern.
Roakkad maintained his hold and bashed the man over the head for good measure with a firm elbow.
Gryst's eyes roll as Roakkad firmly plants an elbow upside the mad mans temple. He collapses and becomes dead weight in the captors arms. He hangs unmoving, except for a long slow drip of blood and spittle the ease's from his lips to the dusty floor.
In the silence the follows the collapse of Gryst from outside you hear a faint panicked cry. "Kern!...Roakkad! Eponine! Wren! Hurry! It sounds like Nuri.
Eponine stands quickly. "Nuri!" she screams, then without further explanation runs outside.
"Huh? Wha-? Eponine?" Kern stutters in surprise at the sudden departure. He double-checks to make sure Grayst is unconscious, then leaves him in Roakkad's care, and takes off after Eponine. "Wait! What's going on?"
"What are you two doing? Let her go be by herself. It's not our fault that she can't work a scroll properly," Wren snaps back in anger.