The blue thug suddenly realizes he is beaten, and collapses into the water, quickly washing downstream.
There is only one way to travel upstream from here: an eastward-running major passage that exits the area in the northeast corner.
The table and rack of alchemical substances contains 2 acid flasks, 2 alchemist’s fire, 2 smokesticks, 1 tanglefoot bags, 2 thunderstones, and 4 vials of filth fever tonic. Sitting open on the workbench is a large tome titled Toxins and Countermeasures, written by Giacomo d’Enzinas. The alchemical materials on the workbench constitute an alchemist’s lab, plus a fair amount of raw materials.
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Auri looks at the bench with interest.
"We may all need that tonic before this is through. The fire would be helpful if we see any swarms of rats or insects..."
She pockets one of each if nobody else expresses an interest.
"I think the society might find that book interesting as well. And why is there an alchemist making things down here anyway?"
Finally she pockets a smoke stick. "Who knows when this will he helpful."
Actually, there are no louts to wake. Two were swept away in the current, and the other is quite dead.
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Before we get to much farther Bartholimu will use wand of mage armor of himself and Auri
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You head upsteam further into the sewers. Ahead is a junction where a smaller sewer line once joined the main passage. The ceiling of the smaller passage partially collapsed, filling most of that tunnel with rubble. The surface of the rubble pile seems to shift strangely and closer examination reveals thousands of tiny vermin fleeing into cracks and shadows.
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After the casting of mage armor Bartholimu will lead to keep area lit and take blunt of surprises
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Auriferous lights the smoke stick and throws the burning thing in to the rubble. A few seconds later, and the entire corridor bursts into flame as collected gases ignite.
While the spider swarm reacts, this does not do enough damage to dissipate it. The swarm of spiders comes your way!
The alcehmist's fire missed the target, but between the two burning hands spells, the spiders run for cover and pose no more threat.
It seems likely that the Prince did not come from the collapsed tunnel, but you may choose to explore it anyway, or to continue upstream.
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"ooff" cries Auriferous as the explosion knocks her backwards.
Only narrowly avoiding the water, she reaches for the alchemists fire but notes the others have already handled the swarm.
"I don't suppose anyone has a heal stick?" she asks, dusting off her now sooty exterior.
"Bobby trapped smoke-stick. What a wicked trick by that alchemist."
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Arkath hugs the wild while holding onto his badger, him taking minor burns, but Stoffle unscathed.
"Blimey, that was a damned booby trap!"
Arkath walks up to the elven paladin and taps her on the shoulder with a wooden stick. "I prefer to call it a vitality rod; sounds much more macho!"
He then peers into the dark tunnel, looking for any clues or items of value.
You don't see anything new, but the collapsed area does not look to have been traveled on since it collapsed some time ago.
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could someone give me a healing hand." Bartholimu takes a seat as he is feeling light headed from all blood loss
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As you travel east from the sewer junction, you soon reach another intersection where a minor sewer line flows into the main line from the south. Graffiti covers much of the walls here, most of it simple drawings. Prominent among them is a large stylized drawing of a wyvern in shiny gray paint. Also among them is an image of a skull crawling with bugs and an arrow pointing back to the west, and a representation of a beggar’s bowl holding a coin and a key with an arrow pointing to the south. Underneath the picture of the bowl is the word “Almsman.”
Similar markings are visible at every intersection throughout the sewers beyond this point, making it easy to navigate. Occasionally down a side tunnel you see ladders leading to access holes to the streets above. Here and there within the sewers are heavy steel doors, probably leading into basements of various establishments. Everyone sees locked or barred from the other side.
You even see a passed out beggar or two, taking shelter.
Ahead a faint light glimmers in the dark. Slowly it resolves into a crude lantern held by a toothless old beggar who holds a chair leg in his other hand. Beside him stands a scrawny youth, similarly armed but obviously terrified. Behind the two derelicts is an open door bearing the symbol of the beggar’s bowl, coin, and key.
Beyond the door, a short flight of steps leads up into what appears to be the basement crypt of a church of Abadar. Perhaps two dozen beggars huddle among sarcophagi, some sleeping, some haggling over bits of junk or scraps of food laid out on blankets.
A tall man in clean robes wearing a plain copper mask walks among them. As you enter, he regards you coolly and says, “If you respect this sanctuary, I offer you what sanctuary I can. Otherwise, begone!”
"I know where he sleeps. But I am afraid I have to take advantage of your need and hold that information until you can help me."
He motions for you to walk with him as he tells his tale.
"They call me the Almsman, and I try to administer to those less fortunate. As you can see, these accommodations are not great, but better than they have found elsewhere. I help organize them for their greater collective need, but the Steel Wyverns are demanding more protection money than we can afford."
He helps three beggars in particular that seem to be suffering from some disease. "These poor men need medical assistance, but I am afraid I have exhausted my meager skills."
"Those toughs are supposed to be back in two hours to collect the money they want, and I have vowed never to take up arms. I do not think these men can hold out on their own."
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Auri steps forward.
"We have already crossed swords with these Wyverns, and will happily do so again."
Looking at the men for a moment, her mind goes back to the tonic that the alchemist had.
"Filth fever. The wyverns provided these to us earlier.."
She looks around the group hunting out three of the four vials.
"They should help your people recover."
Curious, she quietly and in obtrusively detects for the aura of evil in the "sanctuary", and on the almsman.
"Why do you hide your face, Almsman?"
You do not detect anything evil, and the fifth fever cures should hopefully allow these men to recover. (Using your heal skills over the next 8 hours will ensure it). The Almsman nods appreciatively, and says "Thank you! I hide my face because if my order above found out I was down here, they would not approve and I fear for repercussions."
"These Wyverns want me to let them come into the church to rob it, and that I will not do. Thank you for your help. I am happy to cure your wounds for your help with this disease, and I also have these that you can use."
He hands you 2 vials of oil of bless weapon.
You have 2 hours to make preparations.
You can use the map to set your positions.
Map of Sanctuary
Those are stone sarcophagi you see, and there are a few wooden planks occasionally used as a bridge over sewer waters.