Mummy's Mask - Empty Graves [Pathfinder] (Inactive)

Game Master Stiehle

Perfect, I'll update Sefanit's CS with that one - or maybe with both? Thanks Francis!

Hasina will attack... she is going to go for Ekram if she can. If he is too far away or too many are surrounding him, she will attack any enemy near her. If there are two and she is able, she will go for her double attack.

attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
damage: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

if there is a second attack
attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
damage: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Yes, Francis loaned Sefanit both of the wands.

Sefanit shrieks and falls back from the stabby man who suddenly appeared in front of her. But when she realizes he barely hurt her at all she laughs her laugh and wills bad luck on the formerly invisible man.

5' step away from Green, Move action to Cackle and extend Misfortune on Ekram, Standard action to hex Green with Misfortune DC 16 Will save.

Round 3

Groggy but free from his bonds Farid stands in the pit and sees Ki'dhir gone! Abandoned again it seems. Now I must free myself else all is lost! He too begins to make his way to freedom. He hears the sounds of conflict around him but until he can ascertain what is happening, climbing must be his focus.

Climb - Take 10 for 15

Toilday, the 27th day of Gozran, 4714 AR
Weather is clear and very warm, with light winds coming from the north.
Fourth Hour after Sunset

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Emilia stabs again at Ekram, but the leader of the Silver Chain swats away her blow with an angry snarl and a vicious curse aimed at the halfling. Hasina swings her heavy flail at the cultist bearing the mask, but a shimmering field surrounding the robed man deflects her weapon away – if just barely! Francis continues to hold the rope with a firm grip, grateful he can actually see at least one of the men climbing swiftly toward him as he calls out for the fellow to hurry. Sefanit is hard-pressed by an enemy in her face, but the witch keeps her cool and continues to cackle, mocking the superficial wound in her side as she focuses on the masked cultist that dealt her the injury.

The cleric hears the whispered words of the invisible prisoner he helped to haul up whisper his thanks next to his ear as Ki’dhir gains the lip of the well and turns to cast a spell upon the cultists, bathing the two nearest in burning flames! One of them shrieks in pain and catches afire, falling into the well and narrowly missing Farid at the bottom where the unfortunate cultist smashes to the ground and continues to burn where he lies. The other avoids most of the flames but it badly burned across his shoulders and chest. Avoiding the burning body of the slain cultist, Farid begins to climb the rope as well, taking his time and focusing on the task at hand.

The cultists counterattack, two of them focusing on Hasina and one of them draws blood while the other steps back and emulates Ki’dhir, casting a spell that washes his foes with fire – though the result is not nearly as devasting. Ekram continues his assault on the halfling, though his efforts are hampered terribly by Sefanit’s annoying cackling and Emilia avoids both of the heavy blows!

Player Map - Slide #1

Party is up! I need Reflex saves from Sefanit, Francis and Emilia (Ki’dhir has fire resistance 5, so he is fine). Hasina, to use that Cleave feat, your two targets must be adjacent to each other and to you, so it didn’t quite work out for this round since there is a 5’ gap between them. I’m also thinking your attack bonus is +9 instead of +10 – but let me know if I’m wrong. Ki’dhir, I moved you onto a regular map square so that Farid can get clear of the well next round. And lastly, wow… two crits against Emilia and neither one connects due to the Misfortune. Bad luck for my bad guy indeed!

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Francis ducks low for the flames and continues holding the rope.

~ Round 4 ~

As the flames wash harmlessly over him, Ki'dhir gives the enemy spell-slinger a menacing smile and repeats the man's threats back to him. "Tell me... who will pay to save your worthless life?" He weaves another spell requiring no fiddly components to send a trio of barely visible bolts stitching viciously across the other caster's chest.

STAND: Cast Magic Missile (hit Green then Blue IF Green drops)
MOVE: IF Green drops - move 3 squares East then 3 squares North

Hasina is going to go for the thug first.

attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
damage: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Reflex: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

A laugh slipped from Emilia's mouth as she cartwheeled out of the way of the swings, the flames passing harmlessly by her. Coming back to her own two feet, it was a quick flash of her blade again as she tried to stab into Ekram's leg. "Come on, you've got to put up a better fight than that! How is my legend going to start if I'm just beating SOME PATHETIC NOVICE!"

Shortsword Stab: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 1 = 11
Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Toilday, the 27th day of Gozran, 4714 AR
Weather is clear and very warm, with light winds coming from the north.
Fourth Hour after Sunset

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Ekram easily dodges Emilia’s thrust as the halfling continues to taunt the leader of the Silver Chain while avoiding the sweeping flames of the cultist’s burning hands spell. Hasina’s heavy flail smashes into the thug’s side, eliciting a yelp of pain and anger as the sound of breaking ribs can be heard. Francis is scalded by the flames, though Sefanit manages to evade the worst of the fiery blast.

The wounded swordsman slashes at Hasina again, his blade striking true even as the cultist gets past the defenses of the badly wounded warrioress and strikes her down with a thrust through the middle of her back! Ki’dhir casts a spell, lowering his defenses for a brief instant, but the hexed cultist is unable to take advantage and then is dropped when three magical bolts explode into his chest, knocking him backward to the floor where he lies unmoving even as the sorcerer steps over the body, circling around the pit to get behind Ekram. In the meantime, Farid climbs up out of the pit, standing above the prone body of Hasina as he too prepares to take action. As Ekram screams in frustration and anger as he is unable to penetrate the halfling’s stout defense (and his own sudden ineptness!)

Player Map - Slide #1

Party is up! Sorry Hasina, I forgot to inflict sneak attack damage last round, so you got a double dose this round. Fortunately, you are just a bit below 0, so you have plenty of time to be healed and avoid dying.

Somehow managing to hear the sound Hasina's chainmail clad body hit the floor, she glanced over and felt her eyes grow wide at the sight. Ducking under another slash from Ekram, she didn't attack. Her buckler hand slipped down to her belt and pulled out her Light Mace, flipping it around to hold out to Farid. "I hope you know how to use one of these, things aren't exactly goin to plan."

Standard Action to Total Defense, move action to draw her light mace, just leaving it open for Farid to grab.

~ Round 5 ~

Not sure how Green got an AoO on me as he wasn't next to me on the previous map. I'm guessing the map was at the top of the round and he moved after that but before I moved? I'll include Defensive Casting rolls in future in case they are needed.

Ki'dhir delivers a kick to the downed spellslinger's skull as he steps over the man's prone form. (not an action, just color) From his position by the well, he unleashes another punishing blast of flame on the nearest cultists.

STAND: Cast Burning Hands (hits Blue and Red)

Concerned with Hasina going down, and since nobody took his offered dagger, Francis draws his dagger and steps up to attack the cultist that had stabbed Hasina.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

AC will only be 18 since I don't have my shield. Do I have any magic left? I thought I had used everything but the linked CS indicates I still have one channel and one second level spell. ??

Round 4

Fard continues to climb with the sounds of chaos erupting from above.

Take 10 for a 15 Climb.

Round 5

Standing over a fallen female and with no weapon, he picks up hers and strike at the foe that struck her down!

Adamantium Heavy Flail Attack 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 1 = 10 - Damage 1d10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 = 11

Hasina feels the blade in her back and screams at the pain from being sliced. With incredible force of will, remains conscious (diehard feature). She remains on the floor and thinks about tripping the person who grabbed her flail, but decides to remain focused, she is going to get the cure medium and take that. The pain and her focus power keeps her going, vaguely aware of what is going on around and over her.

Sefanit can practically smell Ekram's frustration and laughs at it.

You haven't seen your worst day quite yet mister.

She shifts a bit to her right to get a better view of the man. Speaking words that cannot be understood by mortal ears, she reaches toward him with her hand as if grabbing hold of something and tugging it down.

5' Step, Move to Cackle and extend Misfortune, Standard to cast Shadow Trap on Ekram DC 15.

Toilday, the 27th day of Gozran, 4714 AR
Weather is clear and very warm, with light winds coming from the north.
Fourth Hour after Sunset

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Emilia leaves off on her taunting for the moment and decides to focus on her already formidable defense instead of pressing the attack as she draws her light mace, waving it at the unarmed prisoner who just scampered up out of the well. Hasina regains her composure and manages to draw a potion from her belt pouch as pain lances through her body. Francis uses the dagger he had tried to offer the prisoner and uses it instead to stab at the cultist that dropped Hasina, his slim blade piercing the flesh of the masked man, who grunts in pain at the fresh wound. Sefanit isn’t done with her witchy magic yet, and she tries to pin Ekram’s shadow to the ground and succeeds in doing so!

The bad guys turn away from the apparently fallen Hasina, the cultist attacking Francis while the the muscled thug swings at Emilia though neither are successful in their attempts to inflict harm. Ki’dhir unleashes another devastating burning hands upon Ekram and the thug – both of whom are immolated as they scream in pain before dropping to the floor, their flesh charred black and raising an awful stink.

Wounded and badly outnumbered now as well as with Ekram dead, the sole surviving cultist drops his sword and cries out his surrender…

Player Map - Slide #1

Combat is over! Let me know if you take the cultist prisoner or just kill him outright. Apologies Ki’dhir you are absolutely correct, you moved after the cultist so he shouldn’t have gotten an AoO. And that after I made yet another mistake in dropping Hasina unconscious when she has Diehard... :( Francis, I usually use my linked CS notes as the official tracker, so right or wrong feel free to use whatever magic I indicate you still possess. Merry Christmas! :p

Ki'dhir leaves the fate of the remaining thug to his rescuers, offering no opinion or judgement. He takes a moment to stretch his back and shoulders, loosening the knots caused by the beatings and confinement. Suddenly conscious of his bedraggled appearance and stink, he wipes away much of the accumulated grime, dirt, and blood with a small spell.

Feeling a measure more human, the nomad bows politely to his saviors and offers a strangely fluid looping hand gesture that briefly touches his forehead, lips, and heart. "I thank you for my life. The spoils of this battle and these criminals are yours... However - if I may ask an additional kindness of you - these men stole objects precious to me. I would be grateful if they were returned."

Cast Prestidigitation

With the enemy down and the last cultist surrendering Francis turns his attention to the wounds of the party, and Hasina in particular. Seeing her pulling out a potion her tries to stop her. "Wait Hasina. Save that for dire times. I still have a little magic and we can retrieve the wand of healing. Let Pharasma's grace help us all."

Channeling my last for the day. Channel healing: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5 Focusing to not allow any healing on the down enemy, but letting the healing energy help the prisoner. He also sacrifices his last spell to cast a CMW on Hasina. CMW: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (5, 2) + 4 = 11

Knowing that much more is needed Francis faces the prisoner. "You will decide your own fate. Your hands will be secured behind you and you will lead us as we finish clearing this place. If there are any traps you will point them out. You will tell us what we need to know. If you act properly we will release you. If not, you will die. I'm sure that is a better opportunity than your leader had planned for us, or the prisoners you were holding."

Hearing the query from the previous prisoner Francis keeps his attention on the cultist but answers, "You assisted us greatly. We will locate your equipment and rescue the other man from the pit once this prisoner has chosen. After that I'd like to ask you to join with us. We face great trials yet in this town and you have shown valuable skills that we need."

If the cultist accepts, Hasina can lower someone into the pit to untie the other prisoner (Ptemenib or Ptenimb?) and retrieve the CLW wand. Francis will use the wand to cure folks once he gets it back. Then we can continue exploring this place! We will need some treasure to afford another CLW wand!

Ki'dhir cautiously boots the weapons away from the limbs of the smoking corpses... a not-quite-subtle reminder for the remaining cultist of what his fate could be.

He nods at Francis' comments, finding the terms more than fair. "It will be so. I am indebted." He cocks his head as he puzzles over the final words of Pharasma's servant. "It seems you have already dealt with some of the worst that Wati offers here," he indicates the dead cultists, "I'm sorry if they have soured your opinion of the town."

FWIS - Ki'dhir was captured before the situation in Wati went sideways.

Emilia blinked as the cultist dropped their weapon, her ears catching the sound of Ekram screaming and dropping. She slowly turned to stare at his burnt corpse, before feeling a growl come out from between her lips. Putting her mace away, she marched over to Ki'dhir and jabbed in him the stomach. "That was my kill! I was going to beat him in a one on one fight and it was going to be the stuff of song! Do you not understand the concept of 'He's mine'? It's a pretty simple concept in my opinion!"

The nomad takes the fuming halfling seriously. His people could be prickly about matters of honor as well. He takes a knee to speak with her eye to eye, his tone sober. "I apologize, sincerely, for poaching your pigeon. I may have been down the well when you claimed him or perhaps I missed it in the heat of battle. I pray that - given the circumstances - you will forgive my lapse on this occasion. In future, I promise I will not step between you and your kills." He offers his hand in peace, hoping her honor would be satisfied.

Hasina retrieves her flail, and then goes and helps Francis after she puts the potion away.

"Well, this was a nice warmup exercise, who wants to go into the pit so we can continue on?"

Emilia blinked a bit, she wasn't actually expecting an apology. Squinting at him for a few moments, she offered a nod and took the hand to give it a shake. "Alright, I'll forgive you since you didn't actually know. Just don't let it happen again, alright?" A small grin grew on her face despite herself. This guy wasn't half bad.

Sefanit is standing not far away from Emilia and Ki'dhir, engaged with Kushifalhikma, who is resting on her hand.

"Listen to all that over who got to kill the man and claim the credit Kushi. As if someone weren't assuring they fought him with somewhat more than one of his hands tied behind his back. The poor villain was practically crippled by fate as they picked him apart wasn't he?"

It almost looks as if the scorpion makes a shrugging gesture with her pinchers and shakes her head sadly.

With the matter of honor settled, Ki'dhir rises and says lightly. "Who am I to stand in the way of one destined to carve her reputation into legend?"

At Sefanit's comment, he glances over at her. Then he looks again, both at the scorpion with which she converses and at her intriguing freckled skin tone. She was, at least in some part, Garundi. He briefly smooths the firmly-entrenched wrinkles in his robe before offering her a respectful bow. "Blessed day, sayyidah. I am Ki'dhir... of the Yerbira. Do I misunderstand you that you are a Fatespinner?"

"Nice to meet you Ki'dhir. I'm Sefanit Batinayad. I am a historian and linguist by profession. As for the rest... It's something I can't quite explain myself. Sometimes I think Kushifalhikma here is the Fatespinner, and I'm her instrument. Sort of like a magnifying glass."

Ki'dhir considers her words carefully. "Magic is not as simple as some might think. How much of it is purely will, or blood, or a magnifying glass?" He takes a step closer to the witch and regards her scorpion in a new way. "If it interests you - when time permits - I would enjoy hearing about your magical path."

Deflecting away from the awkward request, he quickly adds, "Linguist and historian? You must be very well educated. Were you at a University?" He says the last word with a dollop of reverence. "I don't have a profession. Sometimes, I act as a guide for outlanders to ensure they survive the desert."

"Emilia von Happledonk, don't you forget it." She gave him a wide grin and laughed a bit. As he went to go talk to Sefanite, she went over to the well that had the cleric in it and looked into it. "He's been rather quiet. Wonder if he's alive or not down there."

Francis smiles at Emilia as he gathers the rope again and hands it to Hasina. "Hasina can pull him up if he's still alive but he may need help with his bonds and might need healing before even attempting to pull him up. I dropped our curing wand so he could use it but let's see his status and decide how we are to extract him."

Any chance he was in range when I used my last channel? If he is conscious but tied we can send Emilia down. He can use the wand if needed. If he's unconscious Hasina can lower me and I'll recover the wand and use it as needed, and cut any ropes on him.

Emilia nodded a bit before going over to Francis side. "Just send me down. I can cut the bonds and heal him if need be. Plus, extra light, easier on whoever holds the rope."

Francis casts a light spell on the end of the rope and hands it to Emilia. "And you're a lot lighter for Hasina to handle on the rope. Thank you."

Grabbing onto it and tying it around her waist, she shot a thumbs up at him. "It's not a problem." Grabbing hold, she glanced at Hasina to make sure she was ready before starting to rappel down into the well.

Making himself useful, Ki'dhir searches the corpses with practiced efficiency. He piles any valuables or magical gear. He doesn't know if his new allies had qualms about searching the dead... but the desert had taught his people never to waste resources.

Using Detect Magic

Sefanit helps Ki'dhir, looking over the things he finds to see what they might be. As she does she continues the conversation they had started.

"Yes, I'm attached to the university in Manaket. Sure, I can tell you what I know. I'm not sure it adds up to a "path" exactly though. Unless wandering around blindfolded could be said to result in a path."

Here are some Spellcraft rolls to identify what he finds if needed.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Toilday, the 27th day of Gozran, 4714 AR
Weather is clear and very warm, with light winds coming from the north.
Fourth Hour after Sunset

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Ki’dhir magically cleans the stains of battle from his robes and then engages in a conversation with Emilia as Francis uses his own magic to treat the wounds of his friends and the strangers – including the enemy prisoner. As Ki’dhir speaks with Sefanit after making amends with the halfling with regards to honorable combat, Francis Hasina and Emilia see to the needs of the captive still down in the well while Farid guards the disarmed prisoner, with the shortsword and dagger taken from the cultist until his own weapons are secured from wherever they were taken.

Leaning over the well, the group sees that the man they presume to be the Pharasmin priest named Ptemenib is still bound and gagged at the bottom of the pit – though his eyes reflect relief as he can see that his rescuers were triumphant in the battle he certainly must have heard raging up here. Emilia offers to head down into the well to help release the prisoner from his bonds, which she does quite easily given her natural climbing ability and the fact that she can take her time in making the descent.

While the others deal with Ptemenib and help the elderly cleric up out of the well, Ki’dhir and Sefanit gather the loot and gear from the fallen enemy and they both use their magic to seek magical auras, finding to their great delight that the khopesh wielded by Ekram does indeed glow with an enchantment perhaps tied to the unique reddish tint borne by the hooked steel blade. In fact, Sefanit is able to identify the sword as a Natron Fang - quite effective against the undead, especially mummies and incorporeal horrors. By the time this operation is finished, the elderly cleric has been brought up to the floor of the room and Francis, having retrieved his healing wand, goes about taking care of injuries as Emilia and Hasina free Ptemenib of his bonds.

The dark-skinned Pharsmin rubs his wrists and ankles, wincing at the pain until Frances relives him of that with the curative wand. The older man breathes a deep sigh of relief, then climbs to his feet wearily, obviously at the very brink of exhaustion despite his injuries being healed. “Thank you, my friends. May I ask how you found me?” He takes a second look at Hasina, then at Frances. “I recall seeing the two of you in the auction house earlier this night. Or am I mistaken?”

Player Map - Slide #1

Ki’dhir, go ahead and give me a Spellcraft check to figure out the same information about that magical khopesh - or just rely on Sefanit to relate it to you. Frances, feel free to make some rolls with the CLW wand, until you’re satisfied. Pteemenib as at 30 of 48 HP, with an additional 20 HP worth of non-lethal damage. He also has the Exhausted condition.

"A little birdy told us you were captured!" She kept a straight face for about three seconds before laughing. "I'm being serious, your little bird friend told us you got captured. We figured, probably a good idea to free you."

I was just using the spell to quickly separate the mundane from magical gear. Sefanit has me beat on Spellcraft and I'm happy for her to drop knowledge on me, but I'll throw in a roll for the hell of it.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"Yes, I'm attached to the university in Manaket. Sure, I can tell you what I know. I'm not sure it adds up to a "path" exactly though. Unless wandering around blindfolded could be said to result in a path."

The nomad chuckles. "If there is a difference between where you started and where you stand, you're on a path. Maybe not the path you want, but a path it is."

Francis moves around the group using the wand to heal each of the team. When Ptemenib queries them he nods. "Yes Brother, we met at the auction. But as to our coming her, we sought you directly at the behest of your friend Qasin. It took a bit of effort to calm her but when we assured her that we would do everything we could to rescue you that worked. Now let's see if we can locate your equipment and that of the other prisoners here."

CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Hasina 17/42
CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Hasina 22/42
CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 Hasina 31/42
CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 Hasina 40/42
CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Sefanit 32/36
CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Ptemenib 36/48
CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Ptemenib 39/48
CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Ptemenib 47/48

Close enough to continue. 8 more charges used from the wand....

"Yes, I think I remember seeing you... just before all this trouble began. I am glad that we were able to find you."

Hasina is feeling a lot better now. She flashes a smile at Francis.

"Thanks my friend."

Toilday, the 27th day of Gozran, 4714 AR
Weather is clear and very warm, with light winds coming from the north.
Fourth Hour after Sunset

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Besides the magical sword, Sefanit and Ki’dhir also collect a few valuables from the bodies of Ekram and the thug, which are distributed among the party as rightfully won loot, including a key that looks about the size used to open a door and a suit of leather armor that radiates magic. Among the remains (and the live prisoner) of the masked cultists are found a flask filled with a liquid that radiates magic, three magical cloaks, 3 spellbooks, a scroll, a small vial filled with a nasty looking oil, and various other more mundane equipment that could fetch a decent amount of gold in the marketplace. The spellcasters take a bit of time to look them over for magical auras and come up with a few positive results.

Ptemenib grins at Emilia’s words. “Ahhh… where would I be without Qasin? A poor excuse for an old priest, that is most certain. And likely doomed to rot in the bottom of that well in addition.” The bearded man shoots a withering look at the cultist before continuing, responding to Francis after the cleric heals his allies and the old priest as well. “Yes, I will gratefully accept your help in locating my equipment. I do not know what the new master of the Silver Chain did with my gear, but perhaps it is in his private chambers beyond the door there.”

Heading into Ekram’s quarters, the party finds the place to be decorated with a number of finely crafted antique furniture from many different periods of history and that the smell of rich food hangs in the air. Books and charts crowd one cedar table, while a half-finished banquet of fruit and roasted meats sits on another. A living area dominated by a large and very comfortable-looking bed fills the southern portion of the room, along with a large iron chest and a smaller wooden one as well as a desk cluttered with writing instruments, papers and a handful of odd curios.

The prisoner is forced to sit upon the nearby couch, guarded closely by Farid and Hasina as the others move into the room to investigate the place more closely...

Treasure:
Natron Fang
Magical Leather Armor +1
3 Magical Cloaks of Resistance +1
Magical Potion of Undetectable Alignment
Magical Scroll of Whispering Wind
4 Masterwork Shortswords
Masterwork Kukri
Composite (+3 STR) Shortbow
Studded Leather Armor
20 Standard Arrows
Punching Dagger
3 Daggers
15 Darts
4 Rogue’s Kits
Oil of Taggit
3 Spellbooks (each with Mage Armor, Burning Hands, Disguise Self, Shocking Hands and all 0-Level cantrips; each one also has another spell in addition – Dancing Darkness, Fabricate Disguise, Sculpt Corpse)
3 Spell Component pouches
Key
Gold funerary mask (value – 100gp)
3 Copper funerary masks (value – 25gp each)
Silver chain bracelet (value – 20gp)

Player Map - Slide #1

Almost forgot to list the rest of the treasure carried by the cultists! I went ahead and rolled Spellcraft checks myself to identify them, just let me know what you want to take and what you’ll leave behind. As for the room, there's the bed, the tables, the desk and of course the two chests that stand out as worthy of further investigation.

She gave Ptemenib a small grin and nod before starting to explore Ekram's room, whistling to herself as she started looking over everything on the desk.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

As Hasina watches the prisoner, she watches for possible signs from him as the others go through the room.. is there a place that he looks at that was overlooked, or a reaction to something that was opened.

Other than that, she does her part and keeps watch over him.

The sorcerer thumbs through the spell books. He nods approval at some of the spells but is confused by others. Snapping the last book shut, he looks to the surviving thug. "Two questions: Where are my things stored? And," he raises the spellbook, "what bodies were you disguising that your spellslinger needed a Sculpt Corpse spell in his library?"

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 In case there is anything of special note in the room.

Francis also moves into the other room to search for anything. He also casts detect magic to scan for any hidden auras.

We'll take everything that is magical and valuable. Leave the studded leather armor through the darts on the list. For the rogues kits the only things worth the weight might be the thieves tools and mirrors, if anyone knows where we could sell such items. Thoughts from anyone else?

"We may have taken the head off of this snake, but still be careful. There may still be traps." Pausing for a thought he adds, "Hasina, see if that thug knows of any dangers still in here. And if we run into something where he says it's safe, let him know how displeased we are."

Sefanit introduces herself to Ptemenib. "We haven't met before. My name is Sefanit Batinayad. It's a pleasure to meet you. Yes, your little psychopomp friend was very insistent that we come looking for you."

Sefanit helps search around. When that is done she suggests retiring to more comfortable and secure surroundings.

"It's been a long day, and evening. We should find a place to rest. And escort Ptemenib to a temple where he can receive care."

Sorry! I thought I'd posted this round already.

The cultist looks uneasy at Ki'dhir's question. "It's a handy spell to have sometimes..." He answers defensively, "...especially in our line of work. Disguising a mummy to look like a fresh corpse has saved us from the guards of the Mausoleum more than once." He casts a guilty glance at Ptemenib, who stares hard at the cultist when he makes that particular confession. But the old cleric is soon distracted by Sefanit's warm greeting and the fellow hurriedly explains that on the far side of the entry hall is a storage room that contains a good many treasures they have stolen over the years, though anything they'd identified as particularly valuable has already been sold. There is also an old laboratory on that side, once used by the Silver Chain's former leader - whose body was left in his favorite retreat where he fell. But the cultist warns that a poisonous gas seems to hang perpetually in the chamber and it has been boarded over. Lastly, the loading dock is beyond both of those rooms, where two other members of the Silver Chain guard the dock along with a trained hyena. Apparently they are the only gang members left at present.

Those not interrogating the prisoner poke around and find the old cleric's equipment - as well as those of Ki'dhir and Farid - in the smaller wooden chest that was easily opened. But the bigger iron one is securely locked, and the key held by Ekram doesn't seem to fit it - apparently it is meant for a larger keyhole, like that of a door perhaps. They also find that one of the tables holds a quill pen, a vial of ink, and several small slips of blank parchment, along with a curious figurine of a bird made out of tin, with three actual feathers forming its tail - though a brief inspection of the statuette reveals space for four feathers; one is clearly missing. Other than those items of interest, the food looks and smells delicious. The cultist assures the party that it is quite edible, as he and the others had been eating prior to the arrival of the adventurers, and the evidence present seems to indicate this is the truth.

Emilia strolls over to the bigger iron chest, digging through a belt on her pouch as she whistled. Pulling out her thieve's tools, she set to work trying to pick the lock.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Francis stays out of the way of those better suited to searching, and avoiding traps. He does scan the area with Detect Magic, renewing the orison frequently, just to see if anything has an aura.

Any magic on the bird figurine?

"Once we've cleared this area we can carry to body of their leader over to the other guards. They should leave peacefully once they understand the situation."