Lorant nods as well.
"We've got quite the task ahead of us."
Mathus leads the way to the Laughing Demon.
[b]Famished doesn't begin to cover it. We should eat heartily because I suspect we have other things to do this night.
In need of sustainance Zokar - we don't want to put poor Kendra out.
He orders and then asks for a meal to be prepared for Kendra to take away at the end of the meal.
Whats news around town Zokar? It seems like forever since we laid poor Petros at rest
"Mathus, he's only been in the ground for a day or two." Lorant quirks his eyebrow quizzically.
Cassiel orders himself a steak and sits down at a table. "Meenak, what do you want?"
"Have a seat, folks. What do we do now?"
"Coffee, and lots of it."
Lorant takes a seat.
We plan to visit a certain clue of Petros' tonight - coffee may well be in order Lorant and we'll need to cover our activities well.
Mathus orders a hearty meal as well as Lorants suggested coffee and a second serving of the same.
Cassiel accepts his meal and starts digging in.
"So, uh... what's the plan for tonight? How are we going about doing this?" He whispers, feeling a bit guilty.
Not sure if Iomedae has anything specific to say about robbing the dead, even if it IS for a good cause...
Mathus speaks sotto voice.
We need to at least check it out. I am a dutiful son of the church but Petros' words intrigue me - lets get it done tonight and be done with it.
Meenak has tagged along quietly, as if lost in thought. He doesn't even seem bothered by Kibbi's prattling. As they find a table, he take shelter below, still unusually silent. As the conversation of investigating the crypt comes up though, he finally pops up.
"Meenak will go." he stated simply, looking around at the others. "Meenak is a kobold. We are quiet and good at sneaking past things. Meenak may need a lookout, but someone must remain and watch out for Professor's hatchling. It is there... Meenak knows it. Meenak swore to get revenge on Whispering Way, and Grimy Barrows is not going to stop him. Nobody will."
Meenak has tagged along quietly, as if lost in thought. He doesn't even seem bothered by Kibbi's prattling. As they find a table, he take shelter below, still unusually silent. As the conversation of investigating the crypt comes up though, he finally pops up.
"Meenak will go." he stated simply, looking around at the others. "Meenak is a kobold. We are quiet and good at sneaking past things. Meenak may need a lookout, but someone must remain and watch out for Professor's hatchling. It is there... Meenak knows it. Meenak swore to get revenge on Whispering Way, and Grimy Barrows is not going to stop him. Nobody will."
Lorant sips his coffee and lowers his voice.
"I'll go with you. I've sharp eyes in the dark and if someone does arrive, I can say I'm there for prayer and contemplation."
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The Professor's journal leads you to the northeast corner of the Restlands, near the junction of the paths known as the Eversleep and the Black Path. The crypt itself is a freestanding granite mausoleum, the roof of which is decorated with a pair of leering gargoyle statues. A single stone door with a rusty-looking lock is embedded in the south face.
Mathus examines the lock carefully before deciding how best to pick the lock.
Take 20 + 4 + 1 vs Traps.
Meenak creeps low and silent behind Mathus, looking up at the lock as he patiently waits for the bespectacled man to grant them access. "Meenak hopes there is strong stuff inside."
Lorant sighs a bit as Mathus works. He rubs his hands together and stretches a bit keeping an eye out for people who might get suspicious.
This is not a good idea... he thinks to himself.
If we're caught it'll sink any possible goodwill we could earn from this town.
Cassiel rests one hand on the hilt of his sword as he looks around the graveyard. "Cheery place, isn't it?" He grumbles, glancing up at the gargoyles.
"Welcome to Ustalav, Cas. Welcome to Ustalav. Has a bit more variety than Vigil, though. That was all statues of angels and knights and angel-knights," Lorant replies.
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Within the vault, a flight of stone steps leads down into the cold earth to a large crypt lined with empty niches--no dead are interred here, though Church records report that this crypt was once of the first filled in Ravengro's early days.
(low-light vision, darkvision)
(darkvision)
"Tracks," Lorant murmurs, "Someone...or something...was here recently."
He squats down for a closer look, trying to determine what kind of tracks they were.
Could they be from Petros? Or are they more recent than that?
"They're human alright. Less than three weeks. Given what we know, safe to say they're Petros'."
Unlike the others, Meenak pays little attention to the tracks, instead creeping further into the crypt and looking into the nooks and crannies of the room. His good vision in the dark lets him see into even pitch black... assuming there was anything to actually see.
Mathus goes to the right door and checks it for traps (taking 20 so 25 total) and then the other that is left of center.
Cassiel tentatively steps into the crypt and readies his sword for trouble.
Lorant takes point, his eyes darting about the room, seeing clearly in the darkness. He whispers quietly to the others.
"Keep your voices down. We don't want to be caught. Pharasma forgive us."
Cassiel doesn't say a word, looking around as Lorant does.
Lady Iomedae, I'm not entirely sure if you have strict rules regarding graverobbing, but please understand that this is a matter of grave importance.
His eyes widen and he groans a bit.
...oh, gods. At least I didn't say that out loud.
Cassiel blinks. "Uh... did anyone else notice the owl that just stopped hooting?"
"I didn't hear anything. What of it?"
Check it out Cassiel - take a look outside.
Mathus opens the door to the right.
"Alright..."
Cassiel warily keeps his blade ready as he returns to the entrance of the crypt.
What the hell's going on?
Lorant keeps looking around, trying to keep the noise down.
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Mathus pushes the right door open. There is a grinding noise of stone on stone as the portal is opened. You note that both doors open into what appears to be an antechamber. The room is 30 feet wide and ten feet deep. A darkened set of stairs lead downward on the opposite wall.
Dust on the floor disturbed?
This way people, says Mathus leading the way into the room.
How about some light?
"Shh!" Lorant whispers as he grabs Mathus' shoulder.
"There's something scuttling down there. I can hear it."
Meenak squinted into the dark, creeping forward and putting a claw on his mouth. He could see in the dark, and knew how to be very quiet... perhaps he could see what was down there and report it back...
Cassiel takes a look around again before shrugging and returning to the crypt.
"Weird..."
"You remembered to shut the door, Cas? Lorant whispers.
Mathus runs across the room and climbs up on the tomb, putting him up and away from the centipedes
Lorant advances to reinforce Mathus, his keen eyes seeing fine in the dark.