While there are some windows and the roof is not intact, you should be able to see a good amount from the rafters, In fact you can see the ruined town far in the distance across the pesh fields from up there
Loot able items
You also find a torn out copys of The birth of light and truth the holy book of Sarenrae which is covered in excrement, you also find loose coin 18 gp worth and some valuable holy relics and trinkets
"Thank you, friend-priest! Me owe you one. Stupid vermin hit much harder than usual rats and bugs, that for sure!" He gets up, and realizes something. "You know, rats and things sometimes collect shiny things. Me wonder if these do, too?" Vrealk begins poking around the nest and on the dead pugwampis, looking for anything of value.
"Don't thank me, (ugh) goblin. Thank almighty Nethys for his bounty." N'Djamena fastidiously wipes off his hand after touching Vrealk. "And speaking of bounty, I think we ALL deserve to share in any treasures you find, don't you agree?"
He keeps a close eye on Vrealk's potentially sticky fingers.
Xerxzayas
Celena once she is back on the ground heads over to where the hammer fell and looks around for it.
The hammer is not hard to find. It looks to be a well balanced and well made hammer:if a bit dirty and mistreated. Nothing it seems a few hours of work can't undo, much to fine a weapon to be left in unskilled hands.
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Everyone can read the spoiler from my previous post.
I'll divide the gold evenly, 6gp each. The last 5 will be given as an offering, 3 to Nethys by way of N'Djamena and 2 to Sarenrae as we will be using her temple as a defensive position. Also, as mentioned in the spoiler, I'll see to getting the book back in good shape. (I forgot Mending as well)
N'Djamena gratefully blesses the group's generosity in the name of Nethys and holds onto the donation for safekeeping.
"What about the green faith?" Markhet asks, "is this gnome's faith not to be honoured as well?"
N'Djamena sniffs.
"How do you donate money to nature? Do you throw it in a bush or something?"
Markhet giggles at the priest's naivety.
"Markhet thinks the priest is being silly!" she laughs, "what would a bush do with money!
"No there are shrines and places sacred to my people," the gnome says suddenly taking on the air of authority, "none as grand as this, but then we don't have the need to prove our god's existence or importance. People can see that in the majesty of nature, the wonder of life, and there is no greater chapel then father sky. No the green faith needs money to support it's people just as your god's people needs it, we tend the shrines, and heal those in need. Mother takes care of her children but we need to feed and cloth the faithful in times of need. Wood cutters chop and destroy what the mother has wrought but with a little incentive they can be persuaded not to destroy but to tend and there can be harmony between the big folk and the land."
Vrealk comes down out of the nest holding a small chest. "Me found some other nice things, me think. Anyone figure out what these is?"
He sets the small chest down, and opens it, pulling out a small golden ring made in the patterns of feathers, and a small box on a leather cord. "Me check this box first, see if it have any nasty stuff."
Vrealk will inspect the tiny box, to see if there's any traps or anything. If not, he'll open it. perception
The hammer is not hard to find. It looks to be a well balanced and well made hammer:if a bit dirty and mistreated. Nothing it seems a few hours of work can't undo, much to fine a weapon to be left in unskilled hands.
Celena from the moment she gets her hands on it begins to obsessively try and clean it.
"you are absolutely right, markhet. i was remiss in not including the green faith. please take these three gold coins of my own money and put them to good use."
Markhet's eyes go wide at the summoner's generosity.
"Markhet couldn't possibly accept as much as the priest," Markhet says, "we of the green faith have no silk robes or gilded gold cups, there are no cathedrals to maintain, no guards, and no great libraries. We are a simple people. We will accept one gold piece. Thank you very much."
Markhet bows deeply.
Ayish happily uses her magic to be of some use to her friends. At the comments between Markhet and N'Djamena she smiles and walks over to kneel down beside the Gnome. Hugging Market Ayish says quietly,
"You have my deepest thanks, little one." (^_^)
At Vrealk's showing of the spoils of the fight in the rafters that happened high above her head, Ayish shifts over and watches the Goblin as he practices his skills at searching the found baubles.
"Sadly, freind Vrealk, I have no abilities in seeing the arcane." She says sadly.
Xerzzayas
If you detected magic I am guessing 1 round was used. Then the ring, the tiny box on the leather cord and the hammer celena has now are magic
Alcove
This chamber still has an intact roof, the eastern wall is dominated by a bas-relief of a breaded humanoid appearing to a group of robed pilgrims. The being holds it's hands out in a sign of peace. Many limbs and faces on the bas-relief have been worn down or damaged, the expressions rang from beatific to horrified.
A crude stone stele seems to have been erected more recently then the abandonment of the monastery: A graven inscription on the stele reads "A ghost of unholy mien was purged from this place by Theodephus Estrovan,servant of Iomedae 4691 AR":
know religion DC 15
The breaded man is depicted in a manner of the faith of Sarenrae saints, but is not one of the more common and well known ones
know religion DC 25
N'Djamena will check out the alcove as well.
Know: Rel
"Hm. The man depicted here must be a saint holy to Sarenrae. But only Nethys knows all!"
Ayish happily uses her magic to be of some use to her friends. At the comments between Markhet and N'Djamena she smiles and walks over to kneel down beside the Gnome. Hugging Market Ayish says quietly,
"You have my deepest thanks, little one." (^_^)
Markhet blinks, unsure of what she's done to earn such praise, but she returns the hug.
"You are welcome Ayishida," the gnome says, "Markhet doesn't know what she has done to earn your thanks. Ayishida is the one who healed Markhet after her fall. N'Djamena helped heal everyone else. Larrs did all the hard work . . . Markhet was just along for the ride."
Vrealk looks at the items he found with a little awe. "Magic?" He takes up the ring and small box, and hands them to N'Djamena. "Here, friend-priest. You save me, me thinks you should have one of these. Then you decide who gets the other one, since me not know what they are, anyway. Maybe Markhet get one, too? Her and Larrs very helpful against the dog-pests!"
N`Djamena checks out the other alcove as well.
This debris-laden chamber once held a shrine and wooden altar, but all of that was smashed decades ago by vandals. The ceiling here has remained intact over the years, helping to preserve a huge bas-relief statue of a
muscular humanoid man with a pointy beard gesturing toward a huge mountain in the background, his face a picture of mortal concern.[same man as in the other room]
A DC 10 Knowledge (local)
The mountain in the background is Pale Mountain, largest of the Brazen Peaks and the site of many fell legends.
A DC 15 Knowledge (religion)
the bearded figure is depicted in a manner similar to the way in which the faith of Sarenrae depict their saints, but this is not one of the more frequently honored saints of that faith.
A DC 25 Knowledge (religion)
the image is a very obscure regional saint named Vardishal.
knowledge local
"Hmm...still looks like one of Sarenrae's lesser-known saints. I don't recall the name, though."
Celena (still cleaning the hammer to the extent that you can now see your reflection in it) Heads over and looks at the Murals
knowledge religion
Unfortunately she seems to obsessed with cleaning the hammer to really notice much.
For what it's worth, N'Djamena scans both alcoves for magic.
Vrealk follows behind the spellcasters, peering into the alcoves from behind them. After the alcoves are scanned, Vrealk pipes up a bit, "You want me to scout rest of church? Me can look real quick, then come back and tell everybody what me sees! Better to know what out there and not be surprised, right?"
"Markhet thinks we should camp out," the gnome says, "so we can get our spells back. Markhet is out of magic."
Ayish follows along behind her brother and the others quietly. While she is physically not tired, having done little more than stretch her diaphragm with singing, something within her essence feels depleted. At Markhet's words Ayish sighs, understanding and empathizing with the little Gnome, the feelings inside her seeming to weigh her down.
The doorway opens into a set of cloisters, with one wall looking to lead into a nave, both corridors seem to have bas-reliefs on them, but you can not tell much without getting closer.
The doorway opens into a set of cloisters, with one wall looking to lead into a nave, both corridors seem to have bas-reliefs on them, but you can not tell much without getting closer.
"Hmm going to have to get a name for you." Celena seems to whisper to the hammer as she walks along.
Ayish walks along meekly behind her brother and his large companion. Seeming happy to follow the rest of the parties lead, though her hand is seen to hover near the hilt of her whip.
The outer wall of the west cloister passage bears a massive carving. The central figure—the heroic man with the pointed beard—preaches to a variety of human clerics from throughout the long history of the monastery. The first image depicts the figure manifesting in a spiritual manner to a small group of pilgrims of Sarenrae. Another shows the figure conversing with a man in religious finery while the monastery itself is being constructed in the background. Thereafter follows a procession of similar poses, each depicting a visit by the bearded man and the leader of each era of the temple. The depictions of these clerics often also bear an identifying inscription, complete with dates that span the last several hundred years. The most recent carving is from thirty years ago, and while ample room remains for additional carvings on the west wall, the last thirty feet or so are completely blank. Two open arches on opposite ends of the west wall lead out into the ruined nave.