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Starflit quietly reports that she detected no evil with her spell. She keeps it active as the group creeps forward slowly.
"This cursed fog is probably, er, cursed." Al adds redundantly. "Probably hiding stuff too, like those ghostly hands above, keep your guard up and your weapons out." Blade in hand Al follows along with Kyffin.
Kyffin leads you all south, to another intersection, where you decide to continue in the same direction, to what you suspect is the center of the library . However, you soon find yourself at another four-way intersection.
Tristain ponders his mental map, trying to piece together the area using only his fractured mind.
"Let's go right. That sounds...right..." Tristain suggests, straining to see through the mists.
"Sure, ah, I think this is the way, but I'm no ranger."
So Kyffin will keep heading south until it becomes absurdly clear they must be going in circles.
"If we could only see through this damn fog!"
Starflit silently puts her faith in the others leading the party in the right direction; she continues to move slowly, still trying to detect for evil ahead in whatever path is chosen.
Kyffin leads the group south until the hallway ends and turns west, bringing you to another choice; head north or continue west. You decide to move back north, and soon find yourself at another crossroads. A metal circle in the floor again depicts angels, but there is nothing beatific about these figures. Their eyes are filled with lust, and long snaking tongues reach out, lolling on their cheeks.
Hallways head off in each direction, but there are also four doors you can check.
Weapon Equipped = Scimitar
Conditions = -2 con dam, Magic Vestment (1/11h, +2), Life Bubble (20/120m), Air Walk (20/110m), Bull’s Strength (+4, 3/11m)
Scimitar: Attack: BAB +8/3, Str +5, Magic +1, Focus +2, (Power -3) Damage: Str +5, Magic +1, Specialization +2, (Power +6) Crit: 15-20 DR Magic
Longbow: Attack: BAB +8/3, Dex +1, Magic +1 Damage: Str +4 (adaptive), Magic +1
Cold Iron/Silver Blanch Arrows = 10/10
Cold Iron/Ghost Salt Arrows = 10/10
Blessings (6/8, su) (Holy Strike (std), Battle Companion (full), Fast Healing (std), or Powerful Healer (sw))
Fervor (4/7, su, sw, DC 17, 4d6)
Sacred Weapon (11/11r, su, sw, +2)
Sacred Armor (11/11m, su, sw, +2)
Boots of Speed = 9/10 (+1 attack, +1 on attack rolls, +1 dodge to AC & Reflex, +30’ move)
Pearl of Power (1/1, first)(0/1, second)
Spells (Caster Level 11, Concentration +13)
Zero (12): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Mending, Stabilize
First (13): Command,
Second (14):
Third (15): Dispel Magic,
Fourth (16):
Kyffin is very confused about this place, but that doesn't surprise him. He's often confuse, though usually Tristain has to talk first.
When everyone is ready, and with scimitar out, he'll open the northeastern door, and start checking rooms going around clockwise. He's still airwalking 5' up.
Tristain will follow Kyffin, hoping to find the source of and the end of the fog. It's annoying.
Starflit asks Kyffin to pause a moment while she examines the doors for traps. As she works, the inquisitor points out that she's mechanically challenged and won't be able to eliminate any trap she might spot.
You enter the room, finding it full of books. Through the fog, you can make out the form of a half-elf with shoulder-length black hair. He's wearing typical adventuring clothes with a pair of rugged boots. He has a gauntlet on his left hand, as well as some arrows in a quiver, plus a sickle at his belt.
"Books? I like books! But wait, who is that?!" Tristain pauses with his hand mid-reach for a tome or two.
"Do you guys see that?" Tristain asks for confirmation.
Turning toward the commotion, he peers through narrowed eyes at the strangers. After a moment, the half-elf appears to relax. "Man it's about time. I'm guessing it's safe to say you lot came through the front door of the library and it's now open, am I right?" he asks nonchalantly.
Kyffin calls out to the half-elf, "Greetings. I'm Kyffin. May I ask what you're doing here?" He grips his scimitar tightly - it might even be called white knuckle-y.
Kyffin Rhees, a half orc, dresses in typical Qadiran garb, layering tunics, robes, scarves, and other wraps of fine linen and silk in blue and white, red and gold. He’s somewhat brightly colored, much like a peacock, though that doesn't quite reach the often dour snarl on his face. He seems often lost in thought, though confidently so - as if this is not new terrain for him.
He wears an old chain shirt but a mithral buckler, perhaps a sign of things to come, and an array of weapons at his sides (two scimitars, morning star, dagger, crossbow) show him to be a military man however. He also wears a Holy Symbol of Sarenrae, simple wooden and worn - clearly a cherished thing.
His icon is mostly accurate, though is armor is not yet so fine, and the scarf wrapped around his head is white to denote a Knight of Sarenrae - someone to whom you can beg for mercy in battle.
"Man it's about time. I'm guessing it's safe to say you lot came through the front door of the library and it's now open, am I right?"
"Oh, if we said that, we'd be lying. So we won't," Tristain offers from the back. A slight and slender human, Tristain has eyes that occasionally bulge, and a perpetually worried look on his face...almost as if he's endured a lifetime of horrors of the last six months in a world that doesn't make much sense.
He will mostly let Al and Kyffin explain things to the NPC, and will begin exploring the books.
The slim, probably human lady standing near the floating half-orc is anything but colorful: She's dressed all in black, save for the mithral breastplate she wears and the mithral buckler on her left arm. Even the hair spilling out from beneath her hood and out the sides of her masked head is silvery. The mask might depict a stylized butterfly; all-in-all, though, the woman looks like some sort of goth moth.
"Yes, we came through the front doors," she tells the stranger after his brief interaction with Tristain. "But we were locked inside. There's no escape just yet."
"I am called Starflit," she continues with the slightest of curtsies. "Who are you, and what brought you to this place on this day?"
Kyffin calls out to the half-elf, "Greetings. I'm Kyffin. May I ask what you're doing here?" He grips his scimitar tightly - it might even be called white knuckle-y.
Kyffin Rhees, a half orc, dresses in typical Qadiran garb, layering tunics, robes, scarves, and other wraps of fine linen and silk in blue and white, red and gold. He’s somewhat brightly colored, much like a peacock, though that doesn't quite reach the often dour snarl on his face. He seems often lost in thought, though confidently so - as if this is not new terrain for him.
He wears an old chain shirt but a mithral buckler, perhaps a sign of things to come, and an array of weapons at his sides (two scimitars, morning star, dagger, crossbow) show him to be a military man however. He also wears a Holy Symbol of Sarenrae, simple wooden and worn - clearly a cherished thing.
His icon is mostly accurate, though is armor is not yet so fine, and the scarf wrapped around his head is white to denote a Knight of Sarenrae - someone to whom you can beg for mercy in battle.
Turning his attention to the half-orc, "Just doing a bit of research for the church. Yeah I know, it's not anything glamorous mind you, but it keeps me busy and out of trouble. That last part a bit more important than the former. Let me tell you, trouble seems to find me wherever I go so it's been... peaceful I guess," he concludes, chuckling a bit. "Like I said, not glamorous by any means but those church folk... they're good eggs, ya know?" he says, nodding matter of factly...
"Man it's about time. I'm guessing it's safe to say you lot came through the front door of the library and it's now open, am I right?""Oh, if we said that, we'd be lying. So we won't," Tristain offers from the back. A slight and slender human, Tristain has eyes that occasionally bulge, and a perpetually worried look on his face...almost as if he's endured a lifetime of horrors of the last six months in a world that doesn't make much sense.
He will mostly let Al and Kyffin explain things to the NPC, and will begin exploring the books.
...before turning his attention back to the human and looking curiously upon him. "Dang. Didn't want to hear that. Hm." He then looks as if he's pondering something before his attention is once again diverted towards...
The slim, probably human lady standing near the floating half-orc is anything but colorful: She's dressed all in black, save for the mithral breastplate she wears and the mithral buckler on her left arm. Even the hair spilling out from beneath her hood and out the sides of her masked head is silvery. The mask might depict a stylized butterfly; all-in-all, though, the woman looks like some sort of goth moth.
"Yes, we came through the front doors," she tells the stranger after his brief interaction with Tristain. "But we were locked inside. There's no escape just yet."
"I am called Starflit," she continues with the slightest of curtsies. "Who are you, and what brought you to this place on this day?"
...the 'goth moth' and he can't help but smile. "Wow. I gotta confess, that is cool. That's a great theme you got going with all that black. Find you some armor and a shield with that color and at night you'd be practically invisible," he says, giving a wink. "Name's Lothan. And what I told the big fella," he motions to the half-orc, "is my story and I'm sticking to it," he says with a wry grin. "It's boring but it's true."
A perplexed look then comes over him. "Okay, I've answered your questions. I've got one for you all. What are you all doing here? Are y'all thieves or something? If you are, I won't stand in your way. Not that I could if I wanted to anyway. But to give a bit of advice, I'd HIGHLY recommend somewhere far more interesting than a library," he says, unable to contain a chuckle at the thought. "There really isn't a whole lot here that's worth much. But 'to each his own' as they say," he shrugs, crossing his arms as he rubs his chin in thought.
"But to give a bit of advice, I'd HIGHLY recommend somewhere far more interesting than a library," he says, unable to contain a chuckle at the thought. "There really isn't a whole lot here that's worth much. But 'to each his own' as they say,"
"Oh I wish. I wish I could just stay in a library. Just sit around in a nice safe cool library, reading books and not being attacked my nightmares and monsters, but no, that's not how it works. Not how it works at all. We'll never escape it. None of us will," Tristain replies, getting a bit more agitated as he remembers all the bullshit, death, and horrors the party has been through.
"Nah. You should stay right here where it's safe, less foggy, and things aren't zapping out of parallel dimensions to kill you," Tristain says, and he begins to bonk his head against the wall.
*bonk!*
*bonk!*
*bonk!*
*bonk!*
*bonk!*
*bonk!*
Lothan simply stares at the weirdo before finally turning to the others. "Is anyone else seeing this?" He cuts his attention back to him and then back to the party. "Obviously this guy has some issues. Don't suppose y'all have discussed this with him, have you? Have any of you thought about taking him to a healer? A shaman?" he suggests, looking once again to the head-bonking man before looking back to the others. "An asylum, maybe? Just spitballing here. You know, eventually he's gonna split his head open and probably kill himself," he says matter of factly as he simply stares at the sight while shaking his head.
"Anyway, look, regardless of what Loony-toon says," he motions over to Tristan while keeping his attention upon the others, "we're not stuck in here. I can get us out. I was just trying to allow it to all play out normally because I'm not in any real hurry to go anywhere. I got a few 'talents' I like to keep under wraps but seeing how this is turning out to be a bit more annoying than I care it to be, I can get us out, no prob."
Turning his attention to the half-orc, "Just doing a bit of research for the church. Yeah I know, it's not anything glamorous mind you, but it keeps me busy and out of trouble. That last part a bit more important than the former. Let me tell you, trouble seems to find me wherever I go so it's been... peaceful I guess," he concludes, chuckling a bit. "Like I said, not glamorous by any means but those church folk... they're good eggs, ya know?" he says, nodding matter of factly...
”I guess it really depends on the church, doesn’t it?” He lets the question hang a bit before continuing, ”So which church are you working for?”
When the conversation moves on, Kyffin smiles, "We met in an Asylum. Well, the second time, but we thought it the first and so the first it is. Do you remember the starting corner Tristain?!"
Kyffin laughs bitterly. "We're here to pull the veil from insanities roots and seek the truth. We've a prisoner up stairs too - for it is a strange library indeed."
"By permission of the owners of this fine library, we're seeking a book called the Necronomicon. While we're here we're also setting things to right, for as you can see the library has devolved a bit into an insanity of its own. Until we accomplish those two tasks we're not leaving."
"What is it you seek here Lothan?"
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Tristain stops his bonking for a moment to turn his head to Kyffin. ”Of course, I remember the starting corner. That’s where everything started. And without that corner, we’d be lost. We wouldn’t know anything. It was the only thing we could hang onto, what with the murderous shapeshifters, the bleeding walls, and the crying doors.” Tristain replies very matter of fact, as if this was all very true.
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Starflit frowns at the half-elf's insulting name for Tristain. But the fellow's right: Bonking must be taking a toll on his brain.
"Be respectful!" she growls at Lothan. "You have no idea what these folks have been through!"
Turning to Tristain, she winces and asks, "Whatever happened to the cushion I bought for you?"
After Kyffin speaks more with the stranger, Starflit interjects, "I joined up with the party more recently." She declines to add anything along the lines of "I'm perfectly normal" both because it would be insulting to her new friends...and because of her unusual manner of dress.
"This ain't a dang tea party, we can have social hour later." Al grumbles at the party. ""Lets get moving before more ghostly hands start reaching out of the walls. Lothan, you say you can get us out of here, but how about getting us into the inner vault first?"
"Oh yeah...the hands out of the walls!" Tristain was trying to forget all about that. "I don't know where the cushion went? Maybe Tenebrynn has it? Sometimes you just need to bonk to let the thinking happen, and to help forget."
*bonk!*
*bonk!*
*bonk!*
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”I guess it really depends on the church, doesn’t it?” He lets the question hang a bit before continuing, ”So which church are you working for?”
Nodding in thought, "You know, that's a good call on the whole 'which church' bit. I guess if your a church of Lamashtu, you're probably not that good of an egg," he figures, nodding matter-of-factly. "Anyhow, I work for the...," he begins before stopping and looking puzzled. "Well, I guess don't know. I never asked. I actually ran into a clergy guy in passing, he stopped and asked me if I was willing to help them with something and I said 'Sure!'. He didn't take me back to their place of worship and sacrifice me or anything so I figure he must be alright," he says, shrugging.
When the conversation moves on, Kyffin smiles, "We met in an Asylum. Well, the second time, but we thought it the first and so the first it is. Do you remember the starting corner Tristain?!"
Kyffin laughs bitterly. "We're here to pull the veil from insanities roots and seek the truth. We've a prisoner up stairs too - for it is a strange library indeed."
"By permission of the owners of this fine library, we're seeking a book called the Necronomicon. While we're here we're also setting things to right, for as you can see the library has devolved a bit into an insanity of its own. Until we accomplish those two tasks we're not leaving."
"What is it you seek here Lothan?"
"Met in an asylum, huh? Well now THAT is something you don't hear everyday. I can see it now, me having to explain where I found the love of my life:
Speaking in a different tone... 'Hey, Lothan, where'd you meet that great gal of yours?'
...before returning to his own voice, 'Well, buddy, let me tell you. I met her in the asylum. We're crazy about each other...,'
Lothan finishes, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, awaiting for the laughter to ensue. "Huh?! Huh?!" he says to help push the laughter reaction forward from the half-orc. As it appears that the joke has failed miserably, "C'mon, big fella, you gotta admit, that was a good one. No? Well, maybe next time. I'm here all week," he says with a wink and a grin.
"Anyway, you're looking for a book - not a bad place to look for one, well done there - and you're trying to set things right, here in the library. Okay, well, that's mighty noble of you. Got to give you props for that. Oh!" he exclaims, pointing a finger in the air as he's just remembered something, "As far as your question goes... well... all they told me was - and I quote - : 'Search for it, find it, and when you do, you will know it.'" he says, shrugging. "Yeah it beats the hell out of me too, pal; but on the bright side, I did learn a new language. So it hasn't been all bad. Now that I think about it though, a part of me wonders if they just sent me here to keep me out of trouble. But then that begs the question: How would they know I'm trouble? Hm. Something to ponder," he says with narrowed eyes, burying himself in thought.
Tristain stops his bonking for a moment to turn his head to Kyffin. ”Of course, I remember the starting corner. That’s where everything started. And without that corner, we’d be lost. We wouldn’t know anything. It was the only thing we could hang onto, what with the murderous shapeshifters, the bleeding walls, and the crying doors.” Tristain replies very matter of fact, as if this was all very true.
Looking over at Tristain, Lothan can only shake his head ever so slightly. Murderous shapeshifters, bleeding walls and crying doors? Gotta say, that's something you don't hear about everyday. Or, you know, ever. I guess my question would be: How long has he been seeing such things? My guess would be a looooooooooooooooong time. Man that poor guy is totally wacked out. Crispin? Or Tristain I believe was what the big guy called him? One of the two. Whatever. Doesn't really matter. He probably doesn't even know his own name anyway.
Starflit frowns at the half-elf's insulting name for Tristain. But the fellow's right: Bonking must be taking a toll on his brain.
"Be respectful!" she growls at Lothan. "You have no idea what these folks have been through!"
Turning to Tristain, she winces and asks, "Whatever happened to the cushion I bought for you?"
Holding up his hands in a defensive posture while grinning, "Alright alright already, sheesh. Now don't get your undergarments in a tizzy, dollface. Just, you know, keeping it real. We've all been through something, sweetheart, the only difference is, we all come out of it on the other side differently. But sure, will work on the respectful stuff or whatever," he tells her, throwing a wink and a nod.
After Kyffin speaks more with the stranger, Starflit interjects, "I joined up with the party more recently." She declines to add anything along the lines of "I'm perfectly normal" both because it would be insulting to her new friends...and because of her unusual manner of dress.
"Cool. I'm guessing since you joined up late, somebody must have bolted from these... diverse," he enunciates, throwing her another wink, "set of folks and you jumped right in to help them out because you're just that kind of gal," he compliments, smiling and giving her an approving nod. "Awesome."
"This ain't a dang tea party, we can have social hour later." Al grumbles at the party. ""Lets get moving before more ghostly hands start reaching out of the walls. Lothan, you say you can get us out of here, but how about getting us into the inner vault first?"
Looking over at the older man, Lothan can't help but grin and let out a chuckle. As he attempts to mimic the man's country(ish) tone, the slayer goes a bit raspier with it, "I like the way you talk," before reverting back to his own voice and instantly rolling with, "Kidding! I'm kidding. Although, I do like the way you talk. You got that 'tough ol' goat' type talk going for you, old man. That's good toughness right there. I'd talk like that all the time but I couldn't sell that kind of toughness if I was giving it away. And you're right... we ain't got no time for no tea party, dangit!" he says, again going a bit overboard with the mimicking. He quickly raises his hands again, "Sorry! Sorry again. Sometimes I just can't resist. Okay, let me quit now and answer your question, old man. Look here, I can get you into the inner vault, the outer vault, the upper vault AND the downer vault. I can even get into the side to side vault if that's what you're looking for. All I'm going to need from you is to point me in the right direction," he simply states, crossing his arms confidently.
"Oh yeah...the hands out of the walls!" Tristain was trying to forget all about that. "I don't know where the cushion went? Maybe Tenebrynn has it? Sometimes you just need to bonk to let the thinking happen, and to help forget."
*bonk!*
*bonk!*
*bonk!**bonk!*
*bonk!*
*bonk!*
Cutting his attention back to the 'Chalker' for just a moment, "Hey, Bonk boy, all that's gonna do is bust your head wide open! Why don't you try slapping your forehead over and over with the palm of your hand! Heck, use both hands if you want! I've heard that helps," he advises, looking over at the others and shrugging, not really knowing if it does or not.
"Anyway, just show me the vault, old man, and I'll show you the way in."
Kyffin nods, "Welcome. When we find the vault. I'll show you. We're just looking about these other rooms now, unless you already know what's in 'em?"
If not, Kyffin will move to the next door and open it when the team is ready.
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Tristain stops his bonking as Kyffin prepares for the next doorway. He assumes it will be safe, as Mr. Talkypants has been hanging out nearby all this time.
He will, however, ready his wand just in case Mr. Talkypants has been hanging out next to a horror infested room.
Kyffin nods, "Welcome. When we find the vault. I'll show you. We're just looking about these other rooms now, unless you already know what's in 'em?"
If not, Kyffin will move to the next door and open it when the team is ready.
Shrugging, "Not a clue." Lothan will then follow along after the half-orc.
Tristain stops his bonking as Kyffin prepares for the next doorway. He assumes it will be safe, as Mr. Talkypants has been hanging out nearby all this time.
He will, however, ready his wand just in case Mr. Talkypants has been hanging out next to a horror infested room.
Starflit falls silent, just nodding at Kyffin and following his lead.
Starflit does not seem to like Lothan. She especially dislikes the nicknames he has for everyone.
She's probably never been called "dollface" before. It's likely she's not certain if it's an insult or a compliment.
She doesn't understand how undergarments can be in a tizzy, unless they're given life as animated objects.
She desperately wants to give a devastating comeback to the upstart half-elf...but is too nice (and too inexperienced at witty reparte) to come up with a good one.
As they begin to move out, Lothan glances over at the Inquisitor and notices how she quickly goes silent. Narrowing his eyes in curiosity, Boy she got quiet fast. I wonder if it was something I might've said or did? He then thinks back a moment to see what it could've been that affected her in such a way. After scouring through his memories, eventually he gives a little shrug. Nope. I got nothing. I'll just chalk it up to 'women'. Man they are a complicated bunch.
If one just so happens to look the slayer's way, one might notice a slight grin upon his visage.
Sense Motive
Tristain nods at Starflit, almost like they share a sentiment. He moves to walk between her and Lothan.
"Al is right. We're just going to face more eldritch horrors the longer we stay in here. Might as well finish up and get out."
In his usual rush, Kyffin leads the group -- now accompanied by Mr. Talkypants Lothan -- back into the fog-shrouded hallway, with plans to head to the next door. Which makes it odd when you all suddenly realize you've returned right back to the room where you met -- perhaps the new room with the starting corner, as it were? -- just moments before.
Trying again, this time you find yourself in another room, though again it's filled with books. A single chest sits on the floor between two of the shelves.
"That damn fog is annoying. I don't suppose you can deal with that can you Lothan? We keep getting turned around by it making searching very difficult."
Kyffin is resolved to blundering around in the fog for hours just to ensure they've been everywhere. But he's bull-headed that way...
"I do have a dispel magic prepared today. Do you think that would buy us much?" Kyffin isn't knowledgeable in this way, but he looks to the head-bonker for insight.
”Nah,” Tristain answers before Mr. Talkypants can insult more of the party just by opening his mouth. ”If we had the source of the fog, that might be different, but not sure where is it coming from.”
Tristain pauses, fixing his eyes, then back away from the chest.
”I bet that’s some sort of horrible thing too. I bet it’s awful.”
Tristain pulls out a piece of chalk and marks the wall so he knows what’s what. He will intelligently mark the party’s decisions so they don’t get turned around again.
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Starflit shares Tristain's worry about the chest. She casts detect magic and examines it and the rest of the room. Then she moves closer to check it for traps.
Starflit can make out a separate aura on the trap from the general magical aura causing the fog and confusion -- and that it's a trap! It's likely a glyph of warding for anyone who tries to open the chest.
Starflit relays her findings to the others, offering herself up as the martyr to open the chest if there's no other option.
Tristain would think to send Mr. Talkypants to the chest, but he doesn’t want to put civilian non-combatants, however irritating, into harms way.
”I can punch it really hard, if that helps, from afar,” Tristain answers Starflit, but cannot summon anything to truly help. He will stand well away from the chest, and out of glyph effect.
"That damn fog is annoying. I don't suppose you can deal with that can you Lothan? We keep getting turned around by it making searching very difficult."
Kyffin is resolved to blundering around in the fog for hours just to ensure they've been everywhere. But he's bull-headed that way...
"I do have a dispel magic prepared today. Do you think that would buy us much?" Kyffin isn't knowledgeable in this way, but he looks to the head-bonker for insight.
"Yeah I got nothing when it comes to this stupid fog."
Starflit relays her findings to the others, offering herself up as the martyr to open the chest if there's no other option.
Turning to Starflit, "No sense in doing that, darling. THAT is something I can take care of."
Tristain would think to send Mr. Talkypants to the chest, but he doesn’t want to put civilian non-combatants, however irritating, into harms way.
”I can punch it really hard, if that helps, from afar,” Tristain answers Starflit, but cannot summon anything to truly help. He will stand well away from the chest, and out of glyph effect.
Looking over at Tristain thoughtfully, "You? Punch it really hard, hm? Well...," he starts before pausing, giving the head-bonker's idea some serious thought. It might just blow him sky high. I mean, accidents happen, right? he thinks, before resigning himself to not being a complete lowlife. Sighing, "Yeah never mind. I got this." He then moves to the chest, removes an intricate set of tools from within his vest and goes to work disarming the trap.
Lothan's able to quickly and efficiently handle the ward on the chest, then open it to reveal a scroll of horrid wilting stored within a leather and scrimshaw bodkin case; a jade, gold and obsidian corkscrew in the form of a hand ; and a periapt of health on a cord of woven hair.
Replacing his tools back within his vest, "Told you I got this." He then pulls out the items within the chest one at a time. "Well let's see what we have here, shall we? A scroll for one of you magic types; a really interesting corkscrew; annnnd... a necklace." Rising, he hands the items to the others. "Well that's taken care of. You're welcome," he says, grinning wryly while giving a wink.
Kyffin looks at the odds and ends that Lothan retrieved rather finely, "Nicely done. What an odd collection."
When everyone is ready, he'll continue out into the fog trying to get to another place they've not been before, ideally one of the nearby doors, but he's not surprised if they end up in some completely new section. Damn fog!
Tristain can't really see Lothan work, but he assumes from the lack of explosions or screams that the man is, sadly, unhurt and therefore likely to continue to be insufferable.
When the success is sure and lack of hideous maiming of Lothan is evident, Tristain will pad up to help identify the magic items. He won't take any for himself.
"Well, okay." Tristain will mark things using his chalk on the walls and floor, so that he could keep track of their progress.
Starflit mumbles "Good work" at Lothan and then helps the others ID the items. If no one else claims the periapt of health she'll take and wear it.