Kilian finishes the man off.
Unless someone has a way to stop it, Oswin will continue to take acid damage:
Now that the fight is over, you find that each of them wore a small magical trinket that likely prevented the trap from targeting them. Unless the trap is reset they are worthless as magical items but worth about 50 gp in gems and gold.
Below the trapped sewer grate a ladder descends to further tunnels and chambers below.
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"Yes, let's take the necklaces. If you don't mind waiting for about 15 minutes, I can pray for some additional spells to aid us later on."
Oswin will prepare Cure Moderate Wounds (lvl 2 open slot) and Daylight (lvl 3 open slot)
He then casts Cure Moderate Wounds on himself.
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Maximo cleans his sword, then his boots, then his pants, and pretty much everything, using a very basic trick of magic. He then does the same for the others as Oswin sits in prayer, all the while telling stories of great battles, most of which focus on Taldor and its long rivalry with Qadira. He also tells of one that happened near the Worldwound, but the details are very sketchy, as if he can't quite recall what happened or how it ended.
Once Oswin is ready, he peers down the ladder. "Sally forth into the breech my friends!"
The party heads down the ladder!
Down below you find an abandoned neighborhood that looks more like a cavern than a city block. Buildings here are separated by high tunnels, 20 to 30 feet tall in places, whose roofs are the foundations of the sewers and buildings above. The abandoned buildings have boarded-up windows, signs hung in front announcing “Butcher Shop” or “Tavern,” and are full of spiderwebs, dust, broken furniture, broken glassware, and the like.
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"A plan is forming in my brain..." Maximo gets a faraway look for a moment, then unslings his pack and retrieves some alchemical supplies. "One minute, please." He says as he sets them down on a nearby barrel and starts mixing components.
"I propose extending an invitation to any cultists in the vicinity inviting them to surrender honorably." Lifting a small flask, he examines the contents. "So as not to frighten them off, you all should perhaps stay out of sight. That alley looks promising. And that one as well." He takes a sip, then puckers and sucks in a sharp breath. "Smooth."
Putting the flask away he looks to his companions. "Should I go inform them?"
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Baern's brow furrows. "I don't like using bait, but if you think it will work... Just don't get too far ahead. These legs don't carry me so fast as you tall folk."
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"Hmmm, I do not, personally, know that one, but other inquisitors have used it. I should be able ro make use of it if need be. Though I hope it is just an unnecessary precaution. Thank you."
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Maximo begins to march down the alley. As he does so he can hear faint chattering coming from the other end of the street. He can see small shapes moving and as he gets closer a small voice calls out, "Intruders!" and the shapes begin to move towards him.
Alie slams two magic missiles into the lead mite's chest. Oswin runs down the alley and Kilian follows after him.
The lead mite calls doom down upon Oswin! The other two do the same against Kilian and Maximo!
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Not knowing the meaning of the word, Maximo is unaware that the gremlins did anything more than give him a threatening look. Still, threatening looks are enough in circumstances where gods of destruction and Rodents of Unusual Size are concerned.
Dashing forward, he plucks a flask from his belt, ignites an alchemical fuse, and throws it at the lead mite. "Have a Thuvian Cocktail, creatures!"
Oswin moves up.
Maximo rushes forward and hits the bossy mite with a bomb. One of his minions behind him falls over.
Baern, a natural sprinter, runs forward!
Alie puts two more missiles into the leader!
Kilian then finishes him off and the final mite does not last much longer.
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"That was exciting, though perhaps a little anti-climactic. I believe we passed another rat-drawing upon the ground back there. Seemed an important building next to it as well."
Maximo strides quickly back up the street, at a pace quite near that of Oswin and Baern's sprinting speed, and moves to inspect the rat on the ground and the building to the north of it.
"Hello?!"
Maximo opens the door to reveal a glabrezu demon waiting to tear his face off an empty building. As he does so he recalls that it seems the mites were guarding something-most likely the building they were standing in front of.
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"You know it occurs to me..." Maximo looks around and finds his companions have moved on. He quickly follows, producing a vial from his coat.
"Just a little pick-me-up." He chuckles to himself and swiftly drinks the contents. For a brief moment the sour look of whiskey-face overcomes his handsome features, then he lurches forward, covering his face to forestall the need to vomit. Suddenly standing bolt upright, a change comes over the old man, his alchemy rapidly transforming him as he stumbles towards his companions.
The man who joins the others at the new building is strikingly different. His shoulders are wider, muscles filling out the old military coat. His thinning gray hair has become a lustrous brown. He looks about twenty years younger, a strapping example of Taldan nobility in its prime.
"Onward!" He commands as he steps to the door and boldly opens it.
Maximo joins the rest as they converge on the formerly guarded building. Maximo swings the door open. This 15-foot-by-30 foot room is clean and dust-free. A stack of barrels in the southeast corner are the only furnishings.
Two humans stand at the ready in the room with a Rodent of Unusual Size between them. Maximo also notes a derro sneaking in the shadows behind the door.
The derro stabs at Maximo as the door opens!
Oswin slices into the derro!
Alie takes out the rat!
Maximo forgets what year it is and praises the previous emperor of Taldor as he leaps past the derro towards the warriors. His words are nonetheless inspiring!