Bleyz takes a moment to head back to Ausk and check his condition.
Seeing that Devyhn has Ausk's fate firmly in hand, and ministrations of any kind are too late, Bleyz heads back to the necromancer's body and begins to search it carefully.
Underneath his white robe the Necromancer has a magnificent breastplate and tied to his belt are two potions and a pouch containing 100 gold coins. He also has his masterwork mace that still glows from the magic he imbued it with earlier.
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After he has helped out the poor unfortunates, he goes and looks at the necromancers loot. he will use detect magic to determine if any of them are magical in nature. If they are, he will examine them and the potions to determine what they are.
Then he will search the cavern to see if there is anything else
Once the last of the villagers is helped from the pit Erik goes to talk to the mercenary leader.
"I'm sorry about your comrade. He gave his life saving these people; there may be some solace in that."
"Our colleague sacrificed himself too. Perhaps he could be borne back to the village and honoured with your man for what they have done?"
Erik hands the mercenary leader a handful of coins.
"Please make sure they both get the burial they deserve."
The breastplate is magical(+1) and the weapon is also magical but you sense it fading as it's only temporary (magic weapon).
The potions are cure moderate wounds.
The leader nods "Keep your coins and what you find on the necromancer. You beat him so his gear is yours by our rules. Well take your man with us and arrange a proper burial for him along with ours if that is your wish...I take it then that your not coming back with us?"
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"We can't. Our business here is not finished. I do not think Ausk would appreciate us abandoning our mission because he got killed. If you could take these good people back with you, they need food and rest I think, and see that the dead receive the proper burial rights. We shall remain to conclude our business."
"Well I wish you luck on your business, for us the hard part is over now we just need to get these folk back home. I hate to admit it but we'd likely all be dead if you hadn't come along. If you make it back to town come to the lumber consortium headquarters and tell them payday sent you. I'll arrange for somekind of reward for your work." says the mercenary leader.
Erik nods his thanks to Payday as he leaves,
He turns to the others.
"I need to heal before another fight like that. Would you mind if I used one of these potions?"
"It might be useful to take that monster's robe and mask to use as a disguise. I might be a sword happy fool, but even I can recognise sometimes a subtler approach is needed."
Bleyz approaches Devyhn and sighs softly. "I hate to ask for assistance when I did so little to help against the undead, but the necromancer got a couple of good hits on me. I could use the healing touch of your wand as well."
"Thank you, my friend. I feel much better. Still, for the sake of those who need to recover spells, I suppose we could all use a night's rest."
"Thank you Devyhn." Erik says, looking visibly better.
"I can't deny that the breastplate would be a great improvement on my rather worn armour, if the others don't mind."
Upon closer inspection the mask seems to be Iron and not stone and is carved in an intricate manner.
"What protects you, helps protect us all. By all means, wear the armor."
As Erik goes to pick up the breastplate he notices the carvings on the mask.
"Devyhn, do these markings mean anything to you?"
At the end of the battle, Lysander moved to Ausk, where he solemnly knelt by the fallen half-breed and whispered in Sylvan. "Let this soul become one with the souls of all those who have passed, oh Green, and let it come again when the time is right. Let this body become one with the land from whence it came, oh Green, to feed life anew, as we all have and must and will again." A single tear shimmers in the half-elf's eye for one moment before he clenches his jaw and stands, allowing Ausk to be taken with the mercenaries.
"Let us press on," he says, gripping his spear, which he uses as a walking staff. "The stench of undeath is repulsive, even more so when it has claimed life."
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"The mask bears the mark of the cult of Razmir, the Living God," he replies, not bothering to hide his amused disdain for the name.
"There has been no conclusive proof that this Razmir even exists, but it doesn't stop the adherents from gathering and performing their farcical ceremonies. What strikes me as odd, is that a Razmiran would be found raising an army of undead abominations. It is not one of the tenets of their faith. This is most certainly something an adherent of the Whispering Way would attempt."
"On that subject, I wonder if there is a way to suppress or disperse the foul magicks of this pit." He spends several long moments looking at the chamber, and the pit in particular.
"If none of us are able to destroy this blight now, then let us make its presence known so that someone may end it later." Lysander obviously thinks about as highly of the Whispering Way as Devyhn does. "For now, we should press on."
"Lysander is right. We can return to deal with this place with help later." Erik says as he straps on the breastplate, covering it with his rough clothes.
The mercenaries gather the victims and head out.
"I am tempted to go deeper, but we have a job to do and lingering here only delays us from that task. We can always return to investigate further. We know where this is now. My input is to continue toward our original goal."
"Agreed." Lysander pulls out the group's map and quickly determines where this spot would be, marking it on the map.
You mark the location on the map (located on the little island at the top right of the darkmoon forest map) and head out into the forest. It's about 2pm and there is still several hours of daylight left.
"Some rest might do us all good." Erik agrees. "So long as we don't linger too long." he adds, brushing another clump of hair away and pulling his cloak tight around his arms.
Devyhn hears a voice in his head, followed shortly by Lysander then Bleyz. It's the same message repeated.
"Sazed speaking from the Inn at falcon's hollow. How are things going? You can reply and I will hear but your limited to 25 words."
Much has happened. Undead prowl. Woodsmen were attacked. Two of us are cursed. Lycanthropes may attack. We must rest soon. Will continue to search tomorrow. The half-elf sends his message back, counting words in his head as he does so. Being that he tends to speak without many flower words to begin with, limiting his wordage isn't a tough exercise.
Cursed? If it gets too bad return here and I will cure them. I learned a little of what you faced. I'm sending you help.
Erik notices Lysander and Devyhn acting strangely.
"Is everything ok?" he asks.
"I have to agree with Achren. Being rid of the curses would be best for us all, but especiall good for Erik."