The market opens. They seem happy to buy many of your wares, but after the sell off the first day, the market seems somewhat glutted from sales the previous day. Nevertheless, the smaller ticket items do seem to be sold.
The armor is obviously a larger ticket item and brings a serious offer of 2200gp from a collector. You do not know if holding on to it will result in a better offer.
There is a prominent donation station to the 'Lady of Graves' and many of the more religious treasure hunters seem to donate with earnest. Most of the foreigners, especially the Thassilonians, seem to scoff at the prospect of giving money to the temple. At the tavern the conversation with the mercenaries seems to center around the next day's lottery.
After shopping and equipping his purchases, Umbryl will sit and drink quietly at the tavern. Having learned his lesson, he doesn't brag about his exploits, merely listens to the others.
Came really close to dying in that one, need to be more careful. Good companions though. We make a decent team.
He smiles and takes a drink, nodding at the adventurers around him.
I hope those loud mouthed groups don't disturb the evening.
You look for items in the market, and find all but anything involving ioun stones. They seem to be quite scarce.
Heh. Haven't seen that pushy loudmouthed lady tonight. Nice. Hope my companions get here soon though. Drinkin' by oneself usually leads to trouble, gotta remember to sip.
Umbryl thinks to himself as he orders another mead.
The halfling soldiers seem to be drinking heavily. A game of dice seems to have started in the common room. Many of the groups seem to glad to be ready to explore another ruin.
Once things get sold, and Sabola purchases his new weapon, he will gladly go drinking with Umbryl.
"What are you drinking my friend?"
As Umbral and Sabola begin drinking, the dark-haired mage storms into the room. "They still insist on not allowing us any choice. If someone draws the Sanctuary of the Erudite Eye, they better come to us, or the will he11 to pay!!! Now we are turning in to prepare fiery death for those in our way."
"Geez, what's her problem...", Setesh mutters after the mage has left.
After enjoying a restful evening in, he quietly returns to his room for a good night's sleep, eager to be refreshed for whatever the next assignment is.
"No idea, but I pity the folks who draw the Sanctuary!"
" Just a local mead. Not a drinker most of the time, but I felt like celebrating after that tomb."
So much for that...
Crap. I was hoping she'd not show up with her rant today. Ah well. Sooo, if by chance we draw this Eye thing....We gonna let her know? I'm against it myself, she's a .... Well you know."
He sips his drink remaining as long as anyone else in the group does, but not too late, needing an early start.....
"Probably my last drink tonight. I'll defer to the Priestess on what to do in that situation."
Sabola informs his friends, "I checked my spellbook and memorized some new spells today."
Setesh shrugs.
"Just the crazy mage from before threatening to burn anyone who gets this 'Sanctuary' she seems so hot on..."
Umbryl perks up a bit when spells are mentioned...
" Yeah? I completed my studies on a couple of new spells myself. Now I can cast a mesmerizing spray of color, and a cone of fire. Though I don't have the fire one prepared. I've also stretched my limits a little. I can cast another cantrip and another 1st order spell each day..."
" Heya Dusty. Nice Scimmie by the way..."
"I've chosen to add a spell of healing to my repertoire."
You head to the estate on the next day. Sebti has assigned you the Pentheru Estate as your crypt to explore.
Sandstone walls ten feet high enclose this estate, affording those who once lived inside some privacy. A two-story stone house is visible beyond the walls, adjoining the rear wall of the property. In the center of the estate’s southern wall stands a pair of tarnished bronze gates hanging partially open. A pair of statues flanks the gate. Dusty hieroglyphs are carved into the wall at eye level to the left of the gate.
The hieroglyphs read “House of Pentheru” in Ancient Osiriani. The statues depict two men with a regal bearing and dressed in loose, short robes and traditional Osirian head cloths. Sabola points out small hieroglyphs on the statues’ bases that identify the figures as Pentheru the Elder and Pentheru the Younger. The bronze gates are decrepit and appear to have been broken open long ago.
As you approach the outer courtyard....
Dust and sand cover the ground of this small courtyard. To the east and west stand pairs of columns, once brightly painted and now bleached from the sun, which support stone archways leading to other section of the property. Tarnished bronze gates hang open under both arches. To the north, a small flight of steps leads up to a pair of ornate doors in the south wall of the house between another set of columns.
The wind has obliterated any tracks or signs of passage in the courtyard, giving the impression that no one has entered the grounds in years.
Having carried his loaded crossbow through the Necropolis, Umbryl will lift it up to his shoulder as he too peers inside the gates to see what may be seen.
" Aww. Crap dust in my eye..." He says as he fails to see anything through his slightly blurred vision...
Sabola turns to his companions, "shame Faisal left, but I understand, this is tough work, and not everyone is up to it. However, the Dawnflower sent me, and I am in this for the long haul. What say you others?"
"As you wish priestess."
Sabola will draw his new blade and head on up the stairs to the north.
Before leaving you ascertain that Sebti the Crocodile is in charge of when the lottery progresses. She extended you a day's grace period and received a lot of grief for it. You do not know if she will do it again.
The east and west have archways leading around the grounds, but you move up the stairs to the manor proper.
As you approach the crumbling gated entrance, the sound of an angry mob can be heard outside the walls. A woman’s voice cries out in Ancient Osiriani, “Hold the gates! Don’t let them inside the compound!” Powerful blows shake and rattle the gates, and you feel the fear of the woman inside the manor.
gtg
in case this will help me understand what is going on.
Sabola steps forward and in a commanding voice, "Good people, mob justice is rarely the solution to disagreements, so stand down while the priestess here looks into this. By the Dawnflower, you will not harm her, and make way."
Sabola will work to make a path for Dusty.
Sabots recognizes that a small haunt is guarding the threshold.
"What now priestess? Do we go around to the side? There is a haunt here. Perhaps we should watch the haunt, and learn what we can from it?"
Sabots recognizes that a small haunt is guarding the threshold.
" I'm in it for the long haul. My research into the weakness' of Undead requires more information, and much more money to be completed."
" Hmm. That was weird..."
Sabola is prepared to defend Dusty if needed.
After Dusty channels, the spirit is cleansed with a sigh of relief. Dusty feels a sense of divine favor.
With the haunt dispelled, the party ponders entering or exploring the outer courtyard.
" Sooo... Do we go in to the house itself or check the exterior first?"Ponders Umbryl.
" House looks pretty big. Maybe we should scout around out here first? Let's just be careful though, that tomb took a lot out of us."
Awed by the power displayed by Dusty, Sabola can only respond, "wherever she directs, I go."
Overcome by terror, Setesh hastens inside the gates.