The paladin calls on Sarenrae's power to strike down the foul abomination. She closes with it, her scimitar flashing as she buries it in the creature's body!
Selene, calling on power from her deity, delivers a devastating attack!
Sabola keeps on the enemy...
Still stuck outside the room Sonny waits to see if the blade barrier drops.
Only one of Sabola's attacks hit, but Vivian slices and dices and the aberration drops!
Pontia eyes the spawn suspiciously for a moment, waiting for something smaller to pop out of it, but when nothing does she relaxes. "That was...something. Let's search this area and keep moving."
As suggested, Sabola searches...
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Pontia studies the two unidentified pipes, eyes wide with recognition. "The craftsmanship is marvelous, but the subject matter...I can't see it appealing to anyone we'd want to associate with. That one--" She points at the fish-frog woman. "--looks like a female skum, more properly called ulat-kini. But female ulat-kini don't exist. The race is derived from humans and the males, er. mate with human females to reproduce. As for the other pipe, it's a representation of a dark young of the Old One we've seen references to all over this place. Well, that painting is worth something at least. Let me pack everything up."
The wizard carefully rolls up the painting and puts it into her pack.
"If everyone is healed, we can move on as soon as the blade barrier spell ends."
A series of portraits hang along the curving inner wall of this
dim hallway. The paintings along the curving wall depict eight Undiomede lords of Illmarsh. Though all of the portraits are darkened and faded with age and mildew, their subjects are still visible—sinister, dark-featured men with hard eyes and pinched faces, all bearing a distinct family resemblance. Each portrait bears a small brass nameplate. Farthest west is a man in sea captain’s garb holding a spyglass in one hand and a partially rolled parchment scroll in the other. The brass plate bears the name “Cassius Undiomede, Pactforger”. The final portrait at the eastern end shows a bitter-looking older man with the same pinched face but a receding hairline. He sits in a wheeled chair and has a decorative blanket lying across his legs. Standing behind him in a position to push the chair for him is a young man with the same features, though without the bitterness. The nameplate reads, “Claudius Undiomede and son, Manus.”
I guess it was not really easy to be born and raised in this family...Now I regret all the stuff I've done that irked my mom. Sort of. Some of it was too fun to really regret it. But I could do with a mom's hug for sure.
Vivian tries to find out how old the last painting is.
Pontia does a quick scan with detect magic, looking for unexpected auras.
Portions of the ceiling and floor of this chamber have collapsed, as well as part of the eastern wall. The remnants of the wooden floor sag alarmingly. Bookshelves that still hold the moldering remains of their paper and parchment contents stand drunkenly along the walls. Two ghostly figures wander this room. Upon seeing you all enter, they attack!
The 1st spectre will fly down and attack Sonny!
Some undeads, of course...Beware! They can easily touch you, even if you are armored!
Sonny feels the negative energy of the undead tear at his soul but resists it's attempt to steal more of his life force.
He then steps back and unleashes a wave of holy energy to hurt the foul undead.
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Sabola will move around to get into flanking position on the shadow that hit Sonny.
Sonny releases some positive energy.
The spectre howls in pain and a second later dissipates as Sabola plunges his dagger into it!
Pontia draws her wand and sends a magic missile at the remaining spectre.
The spectre howls as Pontia's magic missile hits it.
It will try to attack Sonny.
Sabola keeps up his flanking, and continues his assault...
With an unearthly scream, the spectre dissipates!
Sabola mentally makes another kill into his ledger.
"Nicely done." Pontia takes a few minutes to go through the library, looking for books of interest and magical auras.
The rotting remains of a wooden cradle stand before a stone fireplace. A mobile formed from tiny seashells dangles above the cradle, swaying slowly in the breeze that enters through the open window.
Wide windows provide a panoramic view over the grounds of the estate. A grand desk of finely carved hickory sits before these windows, along with a large chair of rotted leather.
"That's an...interesting toy for a child." The wizard frowns in thought as if remembering something unpleasant.
Vivian looks around or anythingg unusual and potentially dangerous, tracing a spiral on her eyelids before checking the place for magical auras
Sabola searches the mundane while the others are checking the arcane.
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Once Sabola has given the all-clear, Pontia murmurs a cantrip and uses her mage hand to slide the desk drawers open for further searching.
The drawers of the desk slide open releasing spores of yellow mold!
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Pontia gives a little sniff, obviously pleased with herself. "Once the spores settle, we can see if there's anything interesting left in there."
Unfortunately, there is nothing in the desk usable of valuable.
A large four-poster bed sits next to a wide fireplace. The bed has been stripped of covers, but its rotten feather mattress still remains and bears a large, dark stain in the center. The wooden headboard once depicted a scene of ships battling upon the waves, but is now cracked with age and the elements, and large gashes further mar its surface. A wheeled chair with a moldy seat and warped wheels stands at the foot of the bed. A stairway winds up to the east into the dome above the manor house.
Pontia, from now on when we are near a new room, I want you to look around for magical auras while Sabola and me check for traps and ambushes. I know I may sound bossy, and I apologise, but it's for everyone safety.
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Pontia nods. "Yes, of course."
Looking from outside the room, besides the bloody bed, nothing seems amiss.