Brujo pulls out his sleeping bag, placing himeself as far from the tombs as possible, and makes himself comfortable.
Perigia lays her bedroll out as well and then casts light on a small pile of pebbles near the center of the room.
Cronin makes his usual nightly prayers for the grace of Selune, with particular attention to hoping the dead will now stay at rest.
Snaggletooth watches you all carefully as you prepare for rest and shakes his head.
"Sneaky kobolds set watches," he points out with mild reproof in his voice, before continuing, "I shall watch. If anything wakes up I will kick someone bigger than me awake." His beady eyes glance thoughtfully at Commander Caine.
Snaggletooth spends the first part of his watch sitting silently, but after an hour or so, creeps up to Cronin and Brujo and whispers to them.
Cronin/Brujo
"Are these little houses full of dead things?". His eyes are rolling a bit at the prospect and he looks down at the floor. "Sneaky is good for kobolds, but dead things scare us. And we are very brave."
Another slight pause. "Should we look?"
Cronin/Snaggletooth
At the suggestion Brujo gives the kobold cold, dead stare.
"Leave the dead be", he says in an unemotional voice. "There a few things worse than rousing the dead."
He leans in a bit "If you even think about looking..." Brujo trails off as if he knows he's overstepped his place. The rest of his watch he glares at snaggletooth.
Cronin/Brujo
Snaggletooth crumples under the force of Brujo's glare. "No, no, no, no, no... just don't want dead things creeping up on us. Don't like them. Don't like them at all," he chitters quietly. "Just like you?" he finishes with a hopeful look of comradeship.
Despite Snaggletooth's misgivings, the night is undisturbed and you rise in the morning surprisingly refreshed and feeling empowered. A new day of danger lies ahead, perhaps with the Tower itself at the end of it.
MAP - just a reminder of what the place looks like when it's not crawling with enemies.
Despite Snaggletooth's misgivings, the night is undisturbed and you rise in the morning surprisingly refreshed and feeling empowered. A new day of danger lies ahead, perhaps with the Tower itself at the end of it.
MAP - just a reminder of what the place looks like when it's not crawling with enemies.
"So do we search the place or continue on?" Leo asks taking a good look around wondering if searching the place was worth the risk and possibly displeasing his god since these might house those who didn't deserve the scrutiny their undead brethren had wrought on their place of rest.
"We should leave. Let the dead rest, and keep their 'memories'"
Brujo stretches, grabbing his gear and sword. He gives one last glare to the kobold, and then Leo for even mentioning searching.
"We need not disturb these souls further. They are in Kelemvor's hands now. Let us proceed.
"Snaggletooth, do sneaky kobolds know what lies to the west?"
"We are nearly at the Tower I think. But this is a new tunnel for me. No traps." There is distinct disapproval in his tone.
Leaving the mausolea unmolested, the iron grille on the western wall opens onto a short stretch of fetid corridor. This widens enough for you to walk four abreast and deposits you outside a further iron grille.
Peering through you can see something that looks like a funerary chapel. The ancient pews here are battered and collapsing and an antique curtain covers the full length of the western wall. In front of it stands an alter, which Leo immediately recognises as having been dedicated to Kelemvor. The entire party realises that this altar has been crudely desecrated and that two large braziers have been lit on either side of the eastern door.
"Be prepared. Those who did this may still linger."
Perigia looks around and tries to get a sense of what has happened. "Do you thinke the creepers did this?" she says to no one in particular.
Snaggletooth shouts to Perigia, and smacks his hand over his mouth and nose, "Don't breath!" before dashing towards the curtain. The genasi's eyes are drawn to the brazier and she stands gazing at the roiling smoke as though hypnotised.
Cronin dashes through the mist, holding his breath.
Leo is now looking furious at the debacle before him whoever desecrated a shrine to Kelemvor was about to discover that was a seriously bad idea...
The group stands nervously in the chapel as Brujo contemplates putting out the coals in the braziers.
Brujo concentrates hard. He realises that the smoke effect extends to a five square radius around each brazier, so the party should be safe if they stay in the middle of the room. Water will certainly deactivate them as the coal and the braziers are not magical themselves. Only the herbs sprinkled on them gives off an arcane taint.
Perigia murmors a few arcane words and casts Ray of Frost at each of the braziers. 1d20+5=13, 1d20+5=19 to hit.
With two swift gestures, Perigia deactivates the braziers. The smoke dissipates rapidly and the party are in no further danger from them.
Brujo smiles and gives a nod to Perigia for her quick thinking.
"Good thinking."
"Thank you," Perigia says as she blushes slightly. "I just wish I hadn't had to be a victim of them before discovering they were dangerous."
"Any ideas on which god they're trying to dedicate this shrine to?" Leo asks.
Both Leo and Cronin realise that the altar has not been re-dedicated, but the black and purple colour scheme of the desecrating paint makes them both flinch back. Shar's agents are at work.
"Leo, I will aid you as I can," Cronin says softly.
Caine joins Cronin and Leo, "So what do we have here?"
Caine joins Cronin and Leo, "So what do we have here?"
"Worshippers of Shar," Cronin answers in a tone that makes the phrase a curse.
Caine joins Cronin and Leo, "So what do we have here?""Worshippers of Shar," Cronin answers in a tone that makes the phrase a curse.
"Odd why leave the braziers burning unattended unless they've really slipped up..." Leo mutters taking a good look round as he takes a few steps forward.
"I really don't need to say be careful here," Leo breathed as he brought his guard up.