Sorry, been a crazy few days!
The door opens up to stairs leading down into another level of the keep.
D1
A single lantern hangs from a hook on the wall next to where the stairs enter this room from the north. Several rickety doors open into this room and a few discarded dog pelt rugs lie forgotten in the northeast corner.
Lokien detects magic....letting his fellow dwarf detect any other taint of evil...
Amren stays silent and stealthy, and goes to inspect the doors.
Jarkralzak extends his power to detect any evil.
How long will you be detecting magic/evil?
Not when, how long.
No evil or magic detected in this room per se but the same aura you got upstairs and outside is stronger.
"Recent?" Lokien turns to his fellow dwarf as confirmation.
"It seems stronger here but I canna get a handle on it."
"I agree. It is stronger, but elusive. Lets see if we can follow these...feelings"
Amren waits for he dwarves to finish before inspection whatever the doors lead to. He kicks around the furs in the corner, impatiently looking to see if they hide anything.
It permeates the place.
Garridan listens distractedly to the dwarves as they speak. He turns to look at them. "Indeed, it is the same magic Wasp and I detected the other day. I believe there is a terrible evil buried here, the cards warned of it... I cannot express how much caution must be exercised by us."
Will we be taking prisoner?
Amren chuckles at El's question and replies sarcastically.
Sure, let's round them all up and take them back to Sandpoint so they can kill them. 'Cause that certainly saves time.
He shakes his head in disbelief and moves to look into the first door. He has both daggers out and stays as quiet as he can. He slowly opens the door, peering into its reveal.
He sighed, he had been following along quietly enough certainly out of his element. He felt nothing of the stange magic, or pervading evil. This group had certainly started off on the entirely wrong foot, the desire to get revenge had driven most of this together, now they were here for what? curiousity? desires of wealth and treasure?
"She had asked a simple question Amren, nothing more, their is no need for such sarcasm...unless that is a defense you put up to provide yourself space from dirty deeds."
He had been quiet long enough he supposed. He was entirely unsure what they were here for or where they were going but he would let the gods decide that.
Lokien, can you put up the D maps?
That works, a little rp can be done.
You are in D1
Amren will move to inspect area D2.
Garridan looks around at the stone walls. "I wonder how far down this place goes? What shall we find at it's bottom..."
Lokien nods towards his fellow dwarf as he once more picks up the rear.
"Anything Amren?"
D9
The southern wall of this room is a bank of cells with iron doors, six in all. The rest of the room is obviously a torture chamber; a rack sits against the far wall, an iron maiden stands to the north, and a fire pit smolders below a spikey cage dangling from a chain in the ceiling to the east/
Im no expert... but that fire pit smoldering like that means we might not be alone down here, be alert."
He began carefully looking about and trying to keep his eyes peeled in all directions at the same time. He didnt like this ... not at all. If he and his wife didnt need income at the moment, and the quick kind, he would have completely left exploring these strange ruins underneath the goblin warrens above to the desperate...
"Eyes up front and upwards. We know not what else lives here though your observation maybe right. Someone may be here with that fire lighted up."
The elven woman will begin chanting Ast tnrsit nreaf
Jarkralzak keeps checking the 'level' of evil about them, noting if it begins to get more intense. He moves into the torture chamber, a grim look on his face, but he says nothing.
The evil does seem to deepen but you cant really tell from where. It permeates the areas.
Not much in the room but upon closer inspection you can see that it has been used recently as there appears to be fresh blood on some of the instruments of torture.
"The blood is still fresh here which means who ever was doing this should still be around." Lokien remarks.
Amren nods at Lokien's words, and motions for the group to get their weapons ready. He heads to D10, listening at the door for any signs of life before slowly and silently opening it.
D10
A dusty nest of rags, dog hides, and straw sits in the northeast corner of this room. To the south a long workbench cluttered with pliers, hooks, tongs, saws and knives runs along the wall.
Garridan looks around the torture room in horror as the bitter taste of bile fills the back of his throat as the young man works to keep down his stomach. "How could such evil exist?"
"We keep looking. The signs point to someone still being here. We might find whoever that is should he/she/it still be here."
Instruments of pleasure, it seems, can be used as instruments of pain. she says in a naughty tone of voice.
Amren looks bewildered at El's words and then looks at Calin with a horrifed and pitying expression.
What on Golarion does she do to that poor man?! He thinks to himself, and then shrugs. None of my business... Maybe he's into it to.... To each his own I guess.
He gathers himself and then makes way to the next door, motioning to the warriors in the group to stay ready.
You're right about that, someone is here and we want to on the good end of a surprise attack, so keep ready...
WIth his usual Stoticsm, Lokien represses a shudder at his elven companion's words and makes a mental note to include a prayer for his other companion Calin...
Is the pally still with us?
D12
Stone fonts containing frothy dark water sit to the north and south of the eastern entrance to the room, and twin banks of stone pillars run the length of the long chamber. At the western end, shallow stairs rise to the platform about 2 feet off the ground. They walls surrounding this platform are lit by hanging braziers that emit glowing red smoke, giving the place an unnerving crimson lighting that throws the has-relief carvings of countless monsters feasting on fleeing humans into lurid display. A black marble altar stone, its surface heaped with ashes and bone fragments, squats before a 10 ft tall statue.
The sculpture depicts a very pregnant but otherwise shapely naked woman who wield a kukri in each taloned hand and has a long reptilian tail, bird like taloned hands and the snarling head of a three eyed jackal with a forked tongue. The left kukri flickers with fiery orange light while the right one glows with a cold blue radiance.
He merely shook his head at her for a moment, He couldnt expect her to change quickly, a tree didnt grow in a day. Elrawein... stop taunting them please. He said simply nodding to the halfling his grip tightening on his flail. He glanced at the sculpture and shudders.
Lokien studies the statue and then the kukris that she bears with his detect magic.
Looking around the room expecting danger somewhere and somehow for th room itself is unusual to him.
"This place looks like a shrine to something or someone."
Jarkralzak also examines the statue in an attempt to discover who, or what it depicts. He also detects evil on the thing.
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