Corric suddenly remembers the lone hopeknife and goes to get it. He then returns to open the coffer.
"Uh....that guy you mentioned, what's his name again?"
Corric holds up the hopeknife, so everyone can read the inscription.
Rokar gulps audibly, and hangs his head in sadness.
"Well, we expected it, but it's still tough to see this. No doubt that's Rodrik's though."
"Ah! This is his hopeknife! Well this is Brinya's but she gave it to him since the exchanging of hopeknives is done between lovers. This will bring some closure to a part of the mystery. But tis won't be fully over until we catch the murderer. Let us hope we can find and bring the villain to justice," Norasha said.
She looks at the treasure they found and added, "I agree. These potions and holy water were probably put aside for an emergency. Let us make use of them so whoever put these here can rest easy in peace knowing that brave souls are using them in good intentions."
Rokar picks himself up a bit.
"I agree, Norasha. I think Kurst and Sara will want to know what we've found here, but we should be thorough before heading back. The upstairs maybe, and then back to the hidden room downstairs? Then we can head back."
"Oh, hrm. It's probably nothing but..."
Rokar sniffs the air, hoping to catch a scent of a familiar person, now that they've found some belongings.
"What's our next step then?"
Corric tilts his head to the side in thought.
"We know there's foul play, but who's the miscreant? Any idea?"
"Yes," Aisha agrees. "We should make sure to search everything. If there's someone using this place to hide something, anything we leave behind now may be gone if we have to come back later."
Norasha nods in agreement.
"Tis a good idea Aisha. If someone be using this place as a hideout, we best explore and search every nook and cranny!"
The dwarf then went about seeing if she could help her friends out.
Rokar takes in the scents, making a mental note and hoping to find something later to compare it to.
"It's agreed then. This back room, then the upstairs," Rokar point to the door just in front of them, then back towards the hallway, "the basement, and then back to town. Corric, care to lead the way friend?"
Corric nods, and dramatically flexes his fingers and stretches his arms.
"I'll make sure anything that might hurt is nice and nonfunctional."
Corric makes his way quietly into the backroom, his mind returning to what it once was not too long ago. Alone. Tense. Eager.
Aisha nods and activates her mage sight again, keeping an eye out for more caches or perhaps magical traps.
What have we here?
Corric checks the room and box for traps, and then attempts to open the box if there is no danger from the staircase, room, or lockbox.
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Corric examines the room, but has no sooner stepped inside than he hears a shriek of defiance as three rats the size of small dogs charge up the stairs from below.
One rat leaves the safety of the pack to attack Corric, managing to catch him flat-footed and sink its fangs into him.
INITIATIVE
Rat 2
Aisha
Norasha
Rat 3
Corric
Rat 1
Rokar
Aisha jumps back as the rats appear. "More vermin..." A rock levitates above her hand and launches at the rat, but it catches on the door frame and misses by a mile.
"Oh great, rats," Norasha says rolling her eyes as she swings her axe at the rat.
"Shit! Shit! F&@&!"
Corric lets out a string of explitives as he quick draws both of his saps from his spring triggers attached to his forearms. He quickly swings to pound the rodents into the floor.
Seeing few options to join the melee, Rokar begins summoning magical assistance!
Aisha focuses, sending another rock hurtling through the air with far more accuracy than her last shot, aiming to catch the nearest rat.
Norasha swung her axe at the rat with all her might!
Corric scowls and lashes out with both saps once more.
"Damn it all!"
As a wild looking dog comes into existence opposite the rat from Corric, Rokar commands it to "Attack!".
"Corric! Norasha! Draw them out!"
The canine leaps at the closest rat!
Hearing Rokar's call, Aisha steps back and fires another projectile with a burst of psychic energy. Unfortunately, it once against misses rather badly.
"Let them through!? Have ye gone mad!?"
Norasha narrowly dodged the rodent's attack and swung her axe in retaliation, aiming for the rat's face.
Corric is just furiously swinging his clubs, doing his best to make at least one attack connect.
I'll leave the rolls as is then. Just remember to add two