Let's gather all these items, and head back to check this last couple doors on this side of the floor.
As he moves to lead the group back to the doors Grergof stops to check the position of the sun. If he is getting anywhere near dark he does not to stay near the prison.
Looking down at the Mess of Holy Symbols Grergof says:
You know these may have been trophies and not murder weapons. This Sefick may have claimed a symbol from each of his victims. Maybe this is the evidence they used to convict him.
A short trip through the foyer and back to the floor with the many doors reveals a flight of stairs leading downwards that is now filled with a mess of large stone blocks and shattered timbers, a flight of stairs leading upwards, and a small chamber containing some brooms, a bucket and a rotten cloth.
Knowledge (Engineering)DC 15 or Perception DC 20:
The rubble filling this stairwell did not result from a ceiling collapse — rather, it’s the result of a manually
triggered deadfall that swiftly filled the stairs and blocked them off.
Human Cleric 7 Exalted 4 / AC 23/*25, Touch 12, Flat 22 / HP 76/76 / Init +3 / Fort +10, Ref +5, Will +13 / Perception +8 / Channel Positive Energy (DC17/19) 3/7 Per Day *Spell Adjusted No's
Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Darius looks quizzically at the rubble on the stairwell. "Now that is peculiar. This is a sure sign of foul play." He motions towards some broken contraption that seems to have been partially hidden but is now crushed from the rubble. "See here, this looks to be some sort of trigger mechanism which set off this rubble to block off this stairwell. Which in turn trapped the prisoners in here. I'd be speculating but someone wanted to make sure that everyone, or perhas someone specific died here in the fire."
I am more then happy to carry all the items. That said if anyone else wants any item he is going to pass them along without protest. He is just hauling them for future party research and has no idea the axe is magic.
Let us try the safe in the office again before leaving Spugnoir will get his new tools out and attempt the safe again.+2 Ranks +4 Stat from Mutagen,+3 Class +2 Tools Take 20=31
The lock of the safe can't withstand Spugnoirs improved skill with his new tools. It still takes some time but finally there is the 'click' as all parts are pushed into place and turning the fake key unlocks it.
Open the safe door:
Within the safe are kept numerous (now out-of-date) legal documents, along with 500 gp (the prison’s payroll and petty cash fund) and a wooden rack on which sit emergency supplies (four potions of cure moderate wounds, three potions of lesser restoration, and two potions of remove disease).
(everything is labeled)
Human Cleric 7 Exalted 4 / AC 23/*25, Touch 12, Flat 22 / HP 76/76 / Init +3 / Fort +10, Ref +5, Will +13 / Perception +8 / Channel Positive Energy (DC17/19) 3/7 Per Day *Spell Adjusted No's
"We can tally up a list of everything back at the house. Let's see what else we can find shall we? Jominda I'm loving the enthusiasm." Darius chuckles.
You enter a corridor. Taking a step forward and looking around it seems that this corridor that leads straight on as well as to the right is a circular one passing all the rooms in this wing.
Close to where you stand is a door. Lying on the floor. The door to this room has fallen from its hinges. The rectangular chamber beyond seems to have once been a chapel, but now thick sheets of what appear to be cobwebs drape everything within in gossamer threads.
A real quick spider the size of a child comes running out of the room and attacks
Aada, Spugnoir, Darius, Grergof, Hailiss, Jominda:1d6 ⇒ 6 Bite:1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18 Damage:1d4 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1 Fort DC13 vs Poison
To get others the chance to act I'll send the other spiders out too. Even though Aada has the first hit on the spider already out. Aada, Spugnoir, Darius, Grergof, Hailiss, Jominda:1d6 ⇒ 4 Aada, Spugnoir, Darius, Grergof, Hailiss, Jominda:1d6 ⇒ 1
Out come two more spiders and attack Grergof and Aada.
Attack Aada:1d20 ⇒ 12 Attack Grergof:1d20 ⇒ 9
But none of them gets bitten.
I'm going to be busy for most of the next 24 hours. As there is a decent chance that my turn will come up while I am busy tomorrow, I will roll ahead for what I will most likely do
Brother Varsk strikes at the spider threating him or if it is already dead steps to the front of the group and ready an action to slash at any spider that approaches to try to keep the spiders away from those behind him.
Spugnoir hits the spider that attacks Darius but the effect is not as spectacular as with Aada.
Bite:1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17 Damage:1d4 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1 fort save DC13 vs poison
Grergofs spider bites him. He returns the favor with his scimitar knocking the spider out.
Human Cleric 7 Exalted 4 / AC 23/*25, Touch 12, Flat 22 / HP 76/76 / Init +3 / Fort +10, Ref +5, Will +13 / Perception +8 / Channel Positive Energy (DC17/19) 3/7 Per Day *Spell Adjusted No's
Darius isn't fazed by the spiders. those are things that are living and if they are living they can be slain. He retaliates with a two handed swipe of his longsword.
The room the spiders came from is now free from webs but full of smoke. Looking around reveals a cabinet in the wall.
Opening the cabinet:
It contains a few religious supplies, including five vials of holy water, a scroll of lesser restoration (read magic), and a wand of cure light wounds (15 charges)(Spellcraft DC 16).
Human Cleric 7 Exalted 4 / AC 23/*25, Touch 12, Flat 22 / HP 76/76 / Init +3 / Fort +10, Ref +5, Will +13 / Perception +8 / Channel Positive Energy (DC17/19) 3/7 Per Day *Spell Adjusted No's
The part with the chapel was given already in the first post about the room. That it was dedicated to Pharasma one would have to guess as no features are described
This chamber (S7) is in a shambles — old wooden benches lie in ruins along the walls, while rusty chains and bits of rotten rope lie scattered on the floor.
The group moves inside to take a closer look.
Spugnoir:
You hear a faint sobbing and the clanking rattle of chains, while at the same time being filled with a momentary sensation of hopelessness and the strange feeling of heavy manacles clamping over your wrists.
