"<Where is the head of the skeleton?>" Droja asks in giant.
After some faint echoing voice comes out of the mouth of the dead ogre, answering, Droja translates. "They missed the head too and don't know where it is."
"I definitely want out. But what I want doesn't count. And I can't make him." Droja tells smiling.
"Any other questions for the ogre?"
Bupkis suggests, "Ask where they find body — maybe that will give idea where we look."
Menrozzar nods. "Good question, Bupkis."
"<Where did you find the body?>" Droja asks the dead ogre.
The mumbled answer she translates to "In Grenseldek's bedchamber she says."
'She's hiding something.' thought Daseem lazily, he wasn't that bothered but perhaps this knowledge would please Bupkis and Menrozzar...
To Droja Daseem asked suspiciously, "There's m-more isn't there Droja? S-something you ain't telling us..."
"Well, yes. There is a chance for me to be free. Because of you. The way you get a way from Karrguk, I can get away too." Droja tells.
Menrozzar frowned. ”We didn’t see the skull in her bedchamber, but it might be worth investigating her room further again.”
Bupkis declares, "Droja not thing to be possessed by orcs! Comes with us to be free!"
He thinks about where the ogres say they got the body, "We go back and look again?"
"You want to ask the ogre another question, before the spell runs out?" Droja asks.
Bupkis can't think of what else they should ask the dead ogre. He looks to the others, to see if they have any ideas.
"Ask them what the purpose of the ritual they were doing was?"
"<what was the purpose of the ritual they were doing>" Droja relays the message to the ogre corpse.
The answer she tranlates to "Pappy wanted to talk to the dead guy."
Bupkis wonders, "Wouldn't they need head for that?"
"That's probably why you found them still at it." Droja comments.
"With the ogre dead and not talking again, what's next?"
Bupkis searches around this room one more time. Start ritual talk to corpse, without head?
After coming up empty, he suggests, "Let's go look Grenseldek's bedroom again — maybe head there."
"Agreed. Perhaps there is something in her bedroom we missed."
This large chamber appears to have recently undergone a renovation. A broken wall partially blocks a dark alcove to the northwest, surrounded by broken bricks and scattered debris. A circular niche on the opposite side of the room to the southeast holds a raised table. In the center of the room, three beds have been crammed together beneath a single huge bearskin bedspread. South of the beds, a massive floor-to-ceiling mirror stands against the wall, and a large dust-covered armoire hunkers between two sets of doors along the northeast wall. And some large corpses lie around throughout the room, surrounded by flies.
You find a bricked-up wall with a 3-foot-diameter hole punched through it. Aside from thick cobwebs and hundreds of harmless spiders, the dark alcove behind the wall appears empty, but a closer look reveals a curious human skull lying forgotten beneath the cobwebs and broken masonry.
Menrozzar reaches in to retrieve the skull.
Daseem stared at the hole long after Menrozzar removed the skull. Eventually he turned with a quizzical look on his face, "Why was it t-there?"
"I'd be more interested to know where the skeleton was, that they did find all bones but not the skull." Amira joins Daseem's train of thought.
As Menrozzar touches the skull it sends a chill through his body.
Menrozzar stops, sighs, and then sits down in front of the hole in the wall, leaving the skull where it was.
Bupkis sees Menrozzar give up his attempt and asks, "What happens?"
He looks into the hole, and tries to discern if there's a trap that needs to be disabled.
Ivan raises his eyebrow at Menrozzar as he sits.
Tha' matter with ye laddie? Lets' hurry on an be done with this mess ey? Tha' smell is gonna turn me crazy ifn' I stay here much longer.
”What’s the point? There’s a bunch of orcs and giants and whatnot here that are probably going to eat us. Then they’ll probably join this Storm Tyrant or whoever he is and kill all the humans and other races like us. We might as well just give up.”
Menrozzar seems incredibly sad and melancholy - most unusual.
"Eh?" grumbled Daseem, "Wot's with h-him?" Wagging a finger he earnestly informs the unfortunate Menrozzar, "Gorum has f-fated us ta fight this Storm Tyrant! The bigger dey are tha harder dey fall and dis one is huuuge! It's gonna be quite a s-show eh?" Daseem punctuates this by slapping Menrozzar on the back.
Bupkis does his magic trick and lets the skull hover out of the hole.
Bupkis floats the skull into a sack. "Now we take skeleton to church?"
"Why bother, Daseem? The Storm Tyrant will squash us like bugs. We're so insignificant. We should just let them kill us now - maybe it will be quicker."
To Bupkis he says, "Is there even a point to putting the ghost to rest? Is it going to do anything to help us?"
Ivan just stares at menrozzar for a few moments before shaking his head.
Alright, come on, on ye feet laddie. Tell ya what, we can go on wit' this, er, existentialist? crisis O' yours after we finish 'ere an' afta' we find a right pointless place to 'ave a good sleep an' some bland, travel ready food. He says as he forcibly drags Menrozzar to a standing position.
Now, ifn' ye done wallowin' in ye own doubts lets get a goin', after all, just as pointless for ye ta' be mopin' 'round as it is to keep on goin' on with what we set out ta' do now ain't it?
Menrozzar allows the Dwarf to drag him to his feet, sighing, and says, "Okay. I guess there's as much point in wandering around aimlessly as there is sitting here. Where do you want to walk to?"
As Bupkis suggested, going back to the chapel is the obvios next step. Bupkis drags the sack with the skull and Ivan drags Menrozzar.
The ghost in the chapel is very excited, as you enter again. "You found it!"
Bupkis reaches up and puts the sack onto the alter, then floats the skull out.
"Now we need to smash?", he asks, wanting to be sure what they had to do.
"Wouldn't smashing it send it flying though the whole chapel? The broken pieces I mean." Amira asks.
Menrozzar allows himself to be drug along - there was no point in resisting, after all. Once back in the chapel, he stood there and sighed, staring at nothing.
"You could put a blanket over the skeleton." Droja suggests.
Ivan mulls it over a bit.
We could jus bury the damned thing. Ain't that what most do?
"Burying won't do! It must be destroyed on the altar!" The ghost objects.
Bupkis agrees with Droja, "Fabric over skeleton stops pieces flying." He takes out his goblin-sized blanket, and does his best to cover the bones. "Ivan uses Aggrimosh hammer?"
Well, if it must be that, then I can, ya. How destroyed does it need ta' be? shattered? Or jus' a bit crushed?
"Crush them to bone meal! Burn them! And crush the remains again!" The ghost suggests in anger, that is obviously directed at the bones.
Daseem shrugged and with Bupkis's blanked wrapping the bones he started trying to smash them with the pommel of his hammer. Probably not the most effective strategy but it pleased him. Still he glanced at Ivan as if to say, you're welcome to try with your hammer...
Ivan glances up to the ghostly figure, waving for Daseem to stop for a moment.
He quietly whispers Are ye sure we can be trustin' this ghost? It seems more angry than relieved. Jus wait a moment.
Ivan will act as if he was setting things up while asking.
So, what's ye name? An what were ye brothers names? An, how did ye manage to be bound ta' this place? Did tha' inheritor not accept ye? While he does he tries to get a feel for this ghost.
Daseem paused momentarily and considered, this was a temple of Iomadae and as such he doubted a malignant spirit would be able to appear here. Still...
"My name is Fabian Blix. I was the priest of this chapel."
"I was killed by this, this... abomination! And I wasn't able to warn the others. I was the first one to become stew for the soldiers." Blix presses out in a mix of anger and frustration.
Menrozzar looks dully at the ghost, then sighs and looks about for an intact pew to sit down on. Standing was just so much...effort.