Lucian walks over to Praxim and asks if he is infected, too?
Praxim shakes his head. "Old Deadeye protects me from a lot of things. Fungal diseases included, but this is no ordinary disease Tomaru has. Either it is registering as evil, or the infection has already turned Tomaru's mind from the light. I suspect the former, but until we get him treated, my ability to detect any undead will be seriously compromised."
Praxim suddenly gives Lucian a double take and stares intently at him.
"There is one thing I can try." Tomaru activates Bit of Luck, casts Guidance, and uses a channel to see if that helps with his condition.
A burst of energy radiates from Tomaru.
"We should have bought some antitoxins," Lym mutters. "No time to obsess over this too long now, though; we need to finish our business here before nightfall. If we can make it out of here, we'll go see the priests in town. They can probably fix this."
"That's easy for you to say. You're not the one whose body and soul are being devoured by some vile disease." Tomaru says with a half smile.
"Yes, well, next time you see fungus that grows with unnatural speed, perhaps you'll have the good sense to back off," Lym says with a weak smile. "Shall we make haste?"
"What good advice. If only you had said something sooner." Once everyone is done in this room, Tomaru goes to the next door (I think there's one more on this floor) and opens it. He casts Guidance on himself before going in and stepping to the side.
"Just stay behind me so I don't mistake you for some sort if zombie," Praxim says with a ghost of a smile.
The other door is locked.
"Well this is rather novel. Kind of makes you wonder what's behind it doesn't it?" Tomaru steps to the side. "Lucian, do you think you can help me with this quandry I am having?"
Lucian fails to unlock the door.
Repeated bashing lead to the door being broken open. On the other side a staircase going down.
One more door left on this floor. Tomaru goes to open that one as he has done the other doors before.
Lym follows after Tomaru, and refreshes her Detect Magic cantrip as needed, checking for magical traps.
You've been through every door on the floor.
The staircase at the top goes up, the two at the bottom go down.
Up is good. Tomaru will have his weapon ready, but he will continue with the program.
Tomaru will go to the first door, as before, and open it.
Rhianni peers over the clerics shoulder as he opens the door.
Lym waits behind and stands ready to cast at the first sign of danger...
Praxim tries to keep those infected out of his line of sight, so that his ability to detect the taint of undeath is not impeded.
He grunts discontentedly and scowls anytime one of them gets in his way.
A large number of planks of wood, rope, and other repair supplies are stored here. The ceiling above saga noticeably; in several areas, patches of the sky are visible. Dozens of ceramic urns and metal pots sit on the floor below to catch leaks.
Tomaru goes to the next door as he has gone to the ones before. He casts Guidance before opening it.
Lym backs Tomaru up, ready to cast an offensive spell as soon as danger appears.
Rhianni looks into the room Praxim just opened, concentrating she casts, looking for anything interesting hiding among the stores here.
Praxim relaxes as he scans the room. He tries to peer through the holes in the roof, to get a sense of how much time has passed, but doesn't enter the room for fears the floor is as derelict as the ceiling.
The next room is stacked with old furniture, linens, boxes, crates, and other bits. The next two rooms hold similar storage.
What about the two on the other side of the hall?
The two rooms across the hall have similarly stored items and nothing else.
As you round the corner, a loud shriek reverberates throughout the attics. It's clearly coming from the door on the right at the end of the hallway.
Cast Bless before going to investigate.
Lym follows Tomaru. "Careful!" she hisses. "This could be a trap!"
Praxim definitely goes ahead of both of them, so they don't interfere with his scanning of evil.
Rhianni brings up the rear, wondering what evil mystery lies ahead. her hand holding her wand.
Well it´s my job to be your shield!
The door is locked.
Lucian manages to pick the lock.
This room is cold and damp; a few crates sit near the north wall. The ceiling slopes down to only four feet high to the northeast, leaving little room for a small window, while to the southeast, a mold-encrusted pillar of brick marks the passage of the chimney. A full-sized mirror in a dark wooden frame of coiling roses leans against the bricks, angled toward the tiny window.
The twisted, mutilated corpse of a woman sits in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection.
"Barghest's bowels," Lym whispers, her eyes widening. She squints the next moment, trying to identify the woman's face, looking for a resemblance to the paintings the group has already seen in this tainted house.
"Undead!" Praxim growls, whipping his bow up, though as the corpse doesn't seem to he attacking, manages to hold off on filling it with arrows.
Tomaru prepares to bring forth the celestial energies of the goddess of journeys (channel energy)
Rhianni watches the corpse and tries to identify the type of undead she is looking at. Readying her wand to use if the thing shows herself to be hostile to her friends. "Who was she?" she whispers to Lym as she searches the face for features she might recognize, to identify the spirit trapped here.
The undead woman doesn't react to any of your actions.
You recognize this undead as a revenant, similar to a zombie, but much more powerful. Its sole purpose is to seek vengeance on its murderer, and cannot rest until it accomplished this goal. Revenants are also afflicted with a strong sense of self-loathing, where they become paralyzed with self-pity upon seeing their own reflection or an object of importance to it.