Khayal moves over to one of the remaining conscious Azers. He holds his kukri in the air ready to strike if the Azer tries anything. Khayal hopes his actions will get his meaning across.
Hajar shrugs off the spell from the Bodak.
Only the most unrepentant fiends consort with such a being! he calls out as he charges the nearby Azer
Status
HP 47/82
Divine Power
Haste
Rayhan continues his PEWPEW
The paladin killed the prone fire-dwarf on the floor .
Rayhan's wand hits the with more force missiles.
The last azer raises his hands in surrender.
Khayal walks over to the remaining Azer and gives him a thourough search before directing him to sit in the corner. After patting down the surrendered Azer Khayal wil move on to searching the others and the room. He will leave the interrogation to other as it is clearly not his strong suit.
"Lucky I bought that frosty-touch wand. Otherwise, I may have been relatively useless in that fight."
Bartan deftly tosses the wand into the air, holds out one of his many pockets, and it slides easily into the pocket.
Khayal finds:
9 common bronze scale mail (dwarf-sized)
8 common shortspears
7 MW heavy bronze shields (dwarf-sized)
10 MW warhammers (bronze)
9 common artisan's tools (weaponsmith)
1 common artisan's tools (scribe/magical scroll making)
enough ink with jewel dust in it to make 1,000 gp of magical scrolls
1 common artisan's tools (arrow/wand-making)
4 sets of common lockpicks
20 empty Major-level (i.e., long enough for up to three 5th-level spells) scrolls (copper plates, hinged to fold)
2 copper scroll-plates with writing on them
4 scroll cases (tin)
10 backpacks (fire-resistant cloth not as good as the silver stuff from Artel - DC 5)
10 bedrolls (fire-resistant cloth)
8 sticks with various attachments (expired wands)
10 mess kits (tin)
6 days of trail rations
an extra-wide spoon (gold-plated)
copper pieces, silver pieces
a set of brass knuckles from the pile of ash
more pieces of brass man constructs from the vault
Not a single iron piece is among the azers' equipment.
scroll of cone of cold
scroll of enlarge person, mass
scroll of shrink item
scroll of nondetection
sustaining spoon
+1 wounding brass knuckles
Bartan inspects all the items.
He recognizes all the items and reports to the group their uses.
Bartan motions to Hajar to come along, and walks over to the living Azer. "You know well enough that we have the ability to kill you, but we have no interest in doing so. All we wanted was to find our way back to our own plane, and you all decided to attack us, which was obviously a poor choice. Do you know of any way for us to return to Golarion?"
The fire-dwarves look at each other, and the one who cast the scroll earlier says haltingly "We are mamluks, soldiers-and-slaves to the efreeti. We, he, came here not for vaults but for something above vaults. We came through the lava sewers to here. Nobody said anything about leaving home plane."
Indeed. Well, you made a poor decision and paid for it with your lives, may the Dawnflower bless your souls, but now it is time for mercy. Make an Oath that you will not attack nor hinder us nor report us to your master for one day's time and we will let you go free. We would also reward service, if you showed us the way through the fire sewer. Hajar says, through Rayhan acting as interpreter.
The fire-dwarves talk among themselves, their Ignan mutterings about lost opportunities and missing or dead compatriots. The same azer as before answered "As long as our fire burns, we pledge not to hinder or harm you." The other azer nod agreement.
"Sammadar was our efretti master." the spell-casting fire-dwarf tells you all. "Grovth was his lieutenant - and worse than the proud fire-genie." the azer indicated the pile of ash on one side of the chamber. "I am Coldtooth. I am party rogue - our wizard perished in the lava sewers when he cast a spell wrong. I have been using his scrolls and wands. We were two dozen, now seven, five, because of brass golems and others lost. Even if we could retrace our steps to the sewers, we have little magic left to survive."
"Sammadar told us there was a treasure greater than the combined vaults of Bayt al-Bazan above this level. Sammadar called it 'The Jewel of the Padishah'." Coldtooth said. "Sammadar went above on the stairs beyond this room, but this thing came from below and cut us off. That was seven days ago. Grovth was studying the creature, trying to find a way for us to defeat it. Sammadar has not returned."
Khayal, keeps his eyes on the Azers as they relay their story. He tries to gauge whether they are telling the truth or perhaps leaving something out. . He is able to discern little and will have to rely on his friends once more.
As far as Khayal can tell, the fire-dwarves are acting and telling in good faith.
One of the fire-dwarves looks at Yazi, then mutters over to Coldtooth in Ignan. Coldtooth translated "Big naked worm. Dozens of pincers cut through weapons in one bite. Ignored Grovth, chased Sammadar up stairs but did not kill him, came back down and killed two of us. Blackfoot ran back to us. Grovth stayed behind to study worm. Came out of unseeable-blackness of stairs going down."
"You don't know what is below? Have you never ventured down the stairs?" Bartan asks.
"Below was death. Sammadar said to go up, above these vaults." Coldtooth replied.
Hajar listens to the Azer's responses
Hajar replies So, we go down and face this blackness. OR we go up.
He turns to his allies with a small shrug. Well?
"Sammadar said 'The Jewel of the Padishah' could get him - and us - anything desired. It is the reason that Lord of Bayt al-Bazan, Jhavhul, kept it here, in fortress-home. Sammadar would have way out, once he had Jewel." Coldtooth answered Yazi.
If you wish to get out of here, you aught to show us the way to this jewel.
"Go up." Coldtooth blithely replied. "Sammadar certain Jewel of the Padishah was something Jhavhul used every day. But not have map of Bayt al-Bazan. So Sammadar start at bottom vaults and search. Brass Men chase us here. Sammadar continued upwards."
"Well, then, upward-ho! We appreciate the information. Next time, perhaps you will think twice before attacking those who are only asking for help." Bartan readies himself to head up to the next level.
Before we move on, Brother Hajar, do you mind providing some healing?
Khayal rubs the skin on his arms as he says this, much of it clearly frostbit.
Hajar channels the power of the Sun to heal everyone present, including the Azers
Khayal basks in the warm healing brought forth by his brother. His skin beginning to return to its normal feeling.
Hajar lays hands on Nasir and prays to Sarenrae.
Hajar also heals his Brother Khayal again with the same ritual laying of hands and prayer.
Hajar is still very good to go. Most of his spells are still available.
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The diamond is actually worth 3,000 gp, which means with the right set of tools (which Bartan has, or you could ask one of the azer to do it), and about an hour, you can grind the diamond down to dust. Which means Hajar could cast Restoration 30 times, not just 10 times.
Appraise allowing you to determine exactly how much diamond dust is 100 gp, not just grabbing a handful and doing the spell.
Bartan pulls out the gem that the group found earlier and gives it a really good look.
"With a bit of time, I could grind this diamond into enough powder to power your spell with much to spare, Master Hajar. Shall we rest here and do so?"
We may as well, provided our new friends don’t look to nervous.
Hajar nods Indeed. We should post watches. The Efreet may not know we are here yet, but I trust not these Geniekind to remain ignorant.
Hajar will cast the spells as needed. He's got a ton of spells left, also everyone can consider themselves healed, even the Azer.
Edit: It costs 100GP in diamond dust to remove a temp negative level, it costs 1000 to remove a permanent. I think Bartan has a permanent level.