The door leading south opens to reveal several moldy cots lay strewn around this room, while doors to smaller, more private sleeping cells hang askew to the west. Judging from the rest of this room’s decor, this must have once been the prison’s infirmary.
A set of double doors leads south, back toward the staircases.
As the group moves into the room, a few of the items move slightly, just enough to rattle around and cause some noise.
Moving further into the room, and even more of the items begin moving, some so violently that you know something else is at work here.
As the group reaches the middle of the infirmary, a rusty scalpel rises into the air and flies toward Bjorn! It barely misses him and embeds itself into the far wall.
On a shelf near the west wall, a cabinet door swings open to reveal what appear to be wooden racks of vials, powders, and healing kits. The cabinet is twenty feet away from you; the exits south and north are thirty feet away.
Alexei follows after the Ulfen man, also wary for more hostile inanimate objects.
As Korvus follows his companions into the former infirmary, he casts a minor spell to perceive magical auras and studies the moving objects.
I'm okay with this.
Items begin flying around the room, and both Korvus and Alexei are struck . More and more items have started rising up from the floor.
Bjorn gets to the cabinet to find:
A pouch containing 24 gp, 3 pp, and a single citrine (50 gp)
Two healer’s kits
Vial of antitoxin x3
Vial of antiplague x3
Vial of soothe syrup x2
Bloodblock x3 doses
Smelling salt x2 doses
Potion of cure light wounds x4
Harold raises a hand to guard his face as he growls audibly at the flying utensils, "Oy! Cut da frowin' crap all about, spirits, awer I'll figure a way ter drag yaaahr sorry excuse fer a ghost arse aaaht in'er da light an' make yew wish yew 'ad da opshun fer a nice quiet slumber in da soil." The half-orc seems to be getting angier as the whole thing goes on before moving toward the double doors leading out.
Alexei flinches as he's bombarded by flying objects. He opens his mouth, but the look on his face and the tone of the words that come out of his mouth doesn't seem particularly much like the more calm and soothing ones he usually speaks.
Grasping his holy symbol in his right hand, the Chelaxian man lifts it towards the heavens, and barks a single harsh word, "להכות!" Golden sunlight seems to erupt from the holy symbol for a moment, spreading throughout the room.
Energy explodes outward from Alexei and all of the objects in the air fly backward as the golden light hits them, clattering to the ground.
A few items continue rising into the air, but many have broken or shattered from Alexei's channeling.
"להכות!" Alexei shouts again as he raises his holy symbol again, the same burst of sunlight pouring off the silver item.
Alexei Channels Energy again. (2/5 remain.)
Encouraged by the effectiveness of the divine energy channeled by Alexei, Korvus attempts to target the area of concentrated necromantic and transmutation magic in the southwest corner of the room with his cantrip to disrupt undead.
Alexei again releases a burst of energy that has a similar effect on the floating implements. Many fly outward, some hitting the walls, while others crash against the ceiling.
In the corner of the room, a dark mass of air appears. Seeming to be a small cloud, it writhes and twists with tiny flashes of light dancing across its surface.
Korvus points at the disturbance and unleashes a spell. It flies true, hitting the small cloud, causing it to explode outward and disappear.
All of the implements drop to the floor and the room is once again quiet.
A long hallway leads east from the entry foyer into a large room containing bizarre collection of antique goods rests upon wooden shelves that line the room. Several of the items contain tiny tags with labels written in a careful script.
Although much of the remaining property is junk, a few items remain that may be of interest, including a set of masterwork thieves’ tools, a bronze war medallion from the Shining Crusade, an unframed Taldan painting of Stavian I, a set of a noblewoman’s silver hair clips, a masterwork punching dagger, a masterwork silver war razor, and a wand.
Spellcraft DC 24: wand of lesser restoration 12 charges
Korvus follows Bjorn into the large room and joins the Ulfen in examining the items on the wooden shelves. Maximus flutters off of the half-orc's shoulder and wings around the room before settling on a shelf to study the bronze medallion.
"A most interesting collection of items. I wonder if any of these are magical..." Korvus muses before casting his cantrip to perceive auras. Spying the telltale glow from the wand, the half-orc wizard attempts to determine the item's properties.
"Hmmm... I'm afraid this wand is currently beyond my ability to identify. Perhaps I'll be able to discover its properties after we return to Lady Kendra's residence and I have a chance to study it in a more wholesome setting."
Alexei follows the others into the room, but he doesn't really notice anything out of of the ordinary.
Harold looks about the storage room as he nods to the others, "Probably contraband an' items da prisoners was relieved ov on en'erin' Harrowstone." As he peers around the room, the half-orc notices something odd about a section of the east wall. He starts poking about, looking for a seam or handle, "Oy! Think I found us a little 'idden passage over 'ere."
Despite expectations of flying objects, living furnaces, or any of a hundred other possible haunted effects, nothing happens.
Alexei refreshes the magic on his shield before continuing to follow Bjorn. "Be careful, friend. I don't want to have to pull another flying handful of silverware out of you."
Alexei grins at the Ulfen man, drawing his weapon and readying himself. He chuckles softly, though the laughter doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"I'm detecting five auras of moderate strength enchantment magic behind the area of the wall where Master Grimsley says there is a hidden passage," Korvus announces to his companions.
"No, I believe there may be some sort of magical items hidden within. Or possibly some sort of magical trap or traps."
Alexei furrows his brow. "We should be careful, then. Though I would rather it not be more haunted anythings." The oracle's right hand squeezes around the grip of his weapon anxiously.
The secret door swings open to reveal a small closet. A bookshelf rests on the far wall. Five items rest on the bookshelf, all tagged like the clutter in the main room: handaxe with bloodstains on the blade, tarnished flute, blacksmith's hammer, tattered leather-bound spellbook, a tangled mess of holy symbols on silver chains.
Alexei glares at the items, his shield held between them and himself.
"The auras correspond to those five items," Korvus answers Bjorn's question. "Give me a moment to study them to see if I can discern any more information..."
"Let me assist you," Alexei says, then he begins to chant in Celestial while gesturing with his weapon.
Harold turns to Bjorn, "Aye, i' looks safe. Also, i' appears ter be mawer contraband awer evidence ov some sort. Would y'look at da axe. They don't spontaneously spraaaht bloodstains usually." The half-orc pulls a handkerchief from his jacket and carefully picks up the bloody handaxe by its handle.
The tag on the handaxe reads Property of: Vance Saetressle; AKA The Lopper
Harold examines the handaxe for a moment before grasping the handle and swinging it around a few times. It appears the blood on the head is dried, but despite the age of the weapon, none of it appears to have darkened or flaked off.
As you test the balance of the handaxe, you have a sudden urge to lop off Alexei's head. After a second, you catch yourself. It appears nobody else noticed your momentary lack of control... Oh well, nothing to worry about.
Korvus continues to maintain concentration on his cantrip to detect magical auras and watches for any effect to Harold and Bjorn as they pick up the handaxe and smith's hammer, respectively.
The tag on the handaxe reads Property of: Ispin Onyxcudgel; AKA The Mosswater Marauder
Bjorn grips the hammer tightly, impressed with its balance. Though small, it is obvious how a well-placed blow could shatter a victim's skull.
You finish examining the hammer and glance upward, noticing for the first time that Korvus' head is almost perfectly symmetrical. In fact, you are fairly sure that if you struck a blow behind his right ear, his skull would fracture in such a way that he would die instantly.
Ah, well, idle musings. This hammer is going to serve you well.
Though old, both weapons appear to be at least masterwork quality.
Harold gives the axe a few test swings, letting the trajectory of his strokes fly awfully close to Alexei before stopping. He gives the handaxe a comforting pat, "Quite a piece ov craftsmenship. They don't make 'em like dis anymawer. I bet yew could decapitate a geezer in a single blow wiv it."