Ezren follows along behind the hardier warriors, his illuminated cane still held aloft. As they enter the new room, he looks around for any sign of their small foes.
All above 15 see the rats as they try to ambush you.
The ratling attacked falls to the floor
With a precise thrust the rat falls over.... dead.
Amiri spots a ratling and moves up swinging her blade with one intent...extermination.
Seelah bumbles forward, wondering what everyone else is getting so excited about.
Ezren shifts behind Seelah, taking cover beside one of the large pillars. He twirls his cane in his hand a few times before casting it into the air. Suddenly, an eerily glowing hand materializes in the air and catches the cane, before flying toward the remaining ratling and striking it with the cane.
Still a miss of the agile rats. But Ezren does connect.
The last ratling attacks the Barbarian. before moving a step aside. The rat bites the droogami but fails to connect
Seelah steps forward, and takes a shot at the last rat.
The shadows of the room shift and swing as Ezren runs behind Seelah carrying his illuminated cane. He moves past the brave Iomedaean knight and the elven woman with such a love for stabbing things, finally stopping after he passes the next row of pillars. He turns to face the ratling he had struck with his cane, makes a few arcane gestures and utters and incantation before a small orb of roiling green acid appears in the air before him. With a final gesture, the wizard points at the ratling, and the acid orb flies at the creature.
And with a slash Seelah manages to kill the last rat.
Good job! Nasty little critters. Everyone all right?
Amiri steps forward bringing her over sized blade down as she watches the ratling start edging back.
Ezren turns away from the group, the light from his cane penetrating into the darkness. The wizard stares off into the darkness, looking for any glint of bronze.
In the backpack of the one ratling you find the bust. Her allies carry the other stolen relics, which include a set of embossed bronze offering bowls, a string of prayer beads made of silver, and a collection of holy symbols of Aroden from different regions of Golarion.
Remaio who has followed you in a safe distance happily accepts the artefact of his familys past. What to do with the other items?
Seelah will insist on returning the remaining artefacts to the temple.
Ezren concurs with Seelah, "We've retrieved what we required to assert Honaria's worth. Let's not get greedy." He shoots a glance at Merisiel. "Let's save the thieving for those who deserve it."
Amiri grunts. "When do we move on to the next piece? Selling trinkets is a waste of time. "
Sword Letter
You enjoy an uneventful trip to Omash. The guards at the city’s main gates help you find the Ghazali family manor. The luxurious estate lies on the outskirts of Omash, outside of the fortress-city’s towering walls. Instead, the property uses its own walls for protection. The two-story building boasts intricately patterned stone floors, rich wall hangings, and floor-to-ceiling windows.
A sandstone wall decorated with geometric mosaics surrounds the opulent Ghazali manor. Through the brass front gates, white cobblestone paths wind through a garden of flowering cacti and acacia trees to the manor’s entrance. A pair of guards clad in polished armor flanks the heavy wooden door to the residence.
A guard stationed at the door intercepts the PCs and leads the group to Lady Ghazali’s study.
Do you follow him?
Given Remaio's assurances that the matriarch would be reasonable about the matter, Ezren follows the guard, anticipating a quick and easy exchange and an easily completed task for once.
Amiri followed along. Even after having had the letter explained to her she couldn't understand why this matriarch would just hand iver this weapon to them if it had so much worth. She knew a trap was about to sprung and all she could do was smile. She was going to enjoy punishing the person who tried.
The domed ceiling of this grand room soars above red and white tiles whose pattern resembles roses in bloom. Between the mahogany bookshelves that line the chamber, suits of armor stand at attention. An empty weapon rack faces the doorway
Arajida al-Fakhiri, Lady Ghazali, a middle-aged Keleshite woman, sits alone with her head in her hands. Offering water and salt she greets the guests in her house."Let us share water and salt, and you shall be welcomed in my home!" You notice that her eyes are slightly bloodshot and that her manners are a bit lacking.
"Our thanks, my Lady. Tell us, is all well? Ezren notes Lady Ghazali's hasty welcome and her bloodshot eyes. He also notices the empty weapon rack behind her. Something doesn't seem quite right.
Thank you madam.... Valeros says, accustomed to people having bloodshot eyes.
Amiri raises her eye at the weird greeting but nods anyway seeing that everyone seems to greet the old woman politely enough.
Amiri wastes no time, "Matron where is the ancestral blade that you have agreed to return to the nobleman Remaio?"
@Lini You would say that she cried a lot and is fully of worry.
After Amiri asks for the blade she puts her hands together. "I would really like to give it to you. But, my son, Aayef, has it. I woke this morning to find him gone and the sword missing. He barely even knows how to use it. It was supposed to go to my eldest daughter.”
Any idea where he might have gone? If not, we should try and track him before the trail grows cold.
"What reason would your son have reason to have taken it? Is there resentment by your son towards your daughter being given that blade before him?"
Answering Gorans questions"“Aayef has big dreams. He begged to be allowed to train at one of the war academies in the city, but I couldn’t bear the thought. I’m afraid he ran off on his own to slay some imaginary dragon—and found himself a real one.”
and to Amiris question she remarks "Ayef is not a strong child. He is knowledgeable, but not fit. He is a thinker, not a stinker.
Wouldn't be the first time a young lad has gone off seeking adventure and wind up getting in trouble...trust me on that. We'll do our best to find him. Let's go, time us not on our side here.