"Salad? Nah. I don't think I would like to eat that kind of plant. But I wonder what this thing was. A tendriculos, you said Skarn? I have no idea what that is or if it's good for anything."
Druamin takes some moments looking around the room while talking.
As the creature fall Trox glances around the room and shrugs before preparing for the door to the north, when the others are ready.
Reynard moves up, ready to assist if the door is locked.
The door is not locked. Trox looks inside. A large chest sits against the wall of this low-ceilinged chamber.
It is an unlocked chest. Within lies an agate-studded gold ring worth 50 gp, a necklace of emeralds and silver worth 350 gp, a pair of small leather glove s studded with pearls (actually gloves of arrow snaring), a large sack filled with assorted coins (210 gp, 452 sp, and 108 cp), and a ruby-inlaid red dragon-scale cloak clasp worth 600 gp. In addition, a fair amount of equipment is here, including an elven-made +1 shocking longbow.
Skarn will cast detect magic and point out which items are magic. He has no skill for determining what they do.
"You should take the bow. It will be awesome." Druamin mimes drawing an arrow and shooting it. "And then it hits the target and..." he waves his hand in the air, wiggling his fingers. ... kerzap! zappity zap zap. Splat. The monster falls dead. But he still twitching from all the lightening that just went through his body. Like I said. It will be awesome."
Where to?
Cordwin will go and listen at the door across from room they were in before.
Reynard moves up and checks the door for traps.
If there is a trap, he attempts to disarm it...
Door was quiet, and not trapped.
The walls of this room are decorated with a scenic vista of a river valley running through a desert, resplendent with verdant life and greenery near the shores. Only a few pieces of lacquered furniture remain in the chamber. A faint, musty odor of decomposed wood and fabric lingers in the air. A set of doors stands in the western wall.
"Once more into the breach my friends," says Skarn as he starts for the doors.
Cordwin will listen and check for traps.
"Yes. Let's keep going."
Reynard stands by, tools ready.
This dark, recessed corner of the basement smells of rot and old blood. Piles of gore-spattered skin lie heaped on the floor. A horrid rubbery face robbed of its supporting skull and muscle rests on top, its toothless mouth agape and empty eyes revealing only the layer of tan flayed skin resting beneath.
"That's just gross." Druamin remarks as he noticed the face. While averting his gaze from the display, he searches through the rest of the room quickly.
"Gross indeed."
It seems strange we would find the Black Arrows equipment, but no Black Arrows! Cordwin muses.
”Glad we cleared these beasts out, either way!”
Trox just shakes his head mumbling something about the world being terrible.
Based on the evidence you find, you can safely assume this was one of the Black Arrows.
"Poor brave dead fellow."
"Well now. Looks like we've taken care of everything in this house. Let's go back to the barn. That whole back half of the barn was still closed up. Gotta be something good in there."
Druamin retraces his steps out of the house and back to the entrance to the barn.
Cordwin will follow Druamin, keeping his eyes open for a dangers.
Skarn leads the way.
Reynard goes as well, keeping his eyes peeled for anything important.
Back at the barn, you find large doors still locked.
The barn houses several mounds of molding hay, grain stores, and even a large but crude still. Two catwalks rise up along the walls, leading to doors near the ceiling in the east wall. Lower, a pair of massive doors, boarded over with thick timbers, allows ground access to the room beyond. Several dingy kennels are built into the walls under the catwalks.
There are also the bodies of the two Grauls you killed here before.
Cordwin will try and pick the lock.
It seems the door is not locked so much as boarded-up from the other side. It would take a DC 36 Strength check to force it open.
There are doors up on the catwalks, however, and trying one, you find they are not locked.
Skarn will take the lead on the southern catwalk.
"I'm with you Skarn." Druamin falls into step behind the inquisitor. He clicks his tongue and pats his thigh. "Come along Kobu. We might need you in whatever is in that room."
Reynard will head for the northern catwalk.
These doors are not locked.
Right!
Once everyone is set, I'll throw my door open and take what's coming!
The majority of this large, stuffy chamber is covered in filthy webs forming a funnel that dips down into the ground. A catwalk runs around the rim of the room near the ceiling, twenty feet above the ground. In northeast and southeast corners, the catwalk expands into a ten-foot-square platform that's fenced in by wooden beams, forming cages. The walls within each cage are hung with iron manacles. Most of the manacles-while bloody are empty, but three in the southeast corner imprison emaciated men.
"Easy all, let's make sure there's no trap here, before we go rushing in."
Skarn will detect magic, and look around...
+2 vs unusual stonework, +1 vs giants
You don't detect any magic in here. You don't see anything, but something made these webs.
Skarn announces, "let me go in and check the place out first."
Skarn casts invisibility on himself and proceeds to enter the room, stealthily.
You enter 30 feet (1 round, stealth, double move), and can get a better look at the cell occupants. They are likely what remains of the Black Arrows.
Keep me going, and feel free to roll that +34 stealth if needed.
Tox is following along waiting for the inevitable terrible thing to happen.