The monastery’s undercrypt is a series of ten-foot-wide rough-hewn passages dug in a double-cross formation. The main thoroughfare runs north to south, with two similar eastwest passages crossing the main hall about fifty feet apart. An eerie silence pervades the cool subterranean funerary network, which must contain the bodies of scores—if not
hundreds—of honored worshipers of Sarenrae in shallow niches carved into the walls of the east-west passages. Many of these skeletal remains have been roughly tossed from their niches, and countless bones and skulls line the floor.
"Lovely decor. Let's do this methodically; I suggest we start on the left and explore in a clockwise-direction."
'Okay, but be gentle these are remains of worshippers buried in a temple.'
Faysal bows his head reverentially before entering the crypt, hoping the dead rest peacefully.
Remos walks up to the first intersection and turns left, staying alert for any monstrosities.
Perception:
"What a horrible thing to do. Must have been the damn pugs," says Haldo, surveying the desecration. He is still holding the old bastard sword.
"I wouldn't be so certain. I would think those slime-molds might have kept them out of this area. Be on your guard for something a little worse than our unlucky 'friends'."
perception
a casual look at the remains littering the floor shows signs of the struggle. Some skeletons lie jumbled up against a wall where they fell, their skulls crushed by the blow of a weapon. Many wear the faded orange robes of monastery clerics, often with signs of crippling injuries suffered at the hands of their betrayers.
to Numair
'Terrible. I wonder how this happened.'
"Well, look what we have here." Numair pulls the box from under the remains to show to everyone (everyone can look at the spoiler).
Numair says a few arcane syllables and scans the box and contents for magical auras.
'Shall I place them in the treasure sack? We can appraise them at a less morbid point in time.'
"Agreed, let's not tarry here any longer than needed."
Faysal begins a low chant or prayer and supplication, and begins to gently place the remains back into their niches.
Numair continues to check for magical auras, but does intone sarcastically, "So we have no time to quickly check for magic, but we do to replace musty old bones of the ancient dead?"
"Well, look what we have here." Numair pulls the box from under the remains to show to everyone (everyone can look at the spoiler).
Numair says a few arcane syllables and scans the box and contents for magical auras.
The pearls have an aura of strong transmutation.
You find nothing other than disturbed bones in this wing of the crypt.
Numair continues to check for magical auras, but does intone sarcastically, "So we have no time to quickly check for magic, but we do to replace musty old bones of the ancient dead?"
"Trinkets we can worry about later, these people deserve their eternal rest to be as undisturbed as possible, no?"
Makin searches the wing across from the party.
Remos looks for more trouble in the other wing.
Perception:
Faysal watches Makin and Remos, to see if they get in trouble, but otherwise busies himself with putting the remains back in their niches.
Numair shows a large grin when the pearls radiate as magical. "Excellant. I will identify these later, and then we can decide what to do with them." He slips the pearls into his pouch, then hands the holy symbol to Faysal, interrupting him a moment. "I am not certain you can use this, but it would seem you are perhaps best disposed to decide what to do it."
This wing is also a mess of old bones, some ripped form the walls of the crypts and some only around 20 years old and not fully decayed.
"I am not certain you can use this, but it would seem you are perhaps best disposed to decide what to do it."
"Thank you Numair, I will try to treat it with the respect it deserves"
Faysal scans the hall, can he determine which niche the symbol came from?
Perception
'Okay, all seems if not well, non-voilent here.'
"This place look empty. No fights here." Remos moves to the next intersection and explores the remaining wing, opposite the one being explored by Makin.
Perception:
Eyes wide-open, Haldo follows after Makin.
Faysal scans the hall, can he determine which niche the symbol came from?
"This place look empty. No fights here." Remos moves to the next intersection and explores the remaining wing, opposite the one being explored by Makin.
Perception: 1d20+5
A pile of skeletons bearing terrible broken bones lies at the terminus of this passage. An ornate scimitar is still clutched in the bony grip of a skeleton here.
'Okay, all seems if not well, non-voilent here.'
1d20+6
A corpse of a man in yellowing leather armor—clearly not a member of the monastic community—liesat the end of this passage. He appears to have died from a blow to the head and is still gripping a tarnished rapier.
Eyes wide-open, Haldo follows after Makin.
1d20
While scanning the halls for trouble you notice a set of stairs, at the end of the big hall, leading up and seemingly ending into a wall.
Faysal hustles down to where Haldo is standing, not realizing how far separated he had become. As he moves, he stuffs the holy symbol in his pack, intending to pass it off at the next temple of Sarenrae he comes across.
Makin searches the man's body.
Numair supports the others' searches with liberal uses of detect magic throughout each area searched.
"What's this? A stair to nowhere? No, the wall had to have been built later."
Numair supports the others' searches with liberal uses of detect magic throughout each area searched.
Makin searches the man's body. 1d20+6
"What's this? A stair to nowhere? No, the wall had to have been built later."
with close inspection the wall appears to be able to be moved.
Makin carefully removes the rapier and armor, stowing the armor in his treasure bag and the rapier in his belt.
'Numair could you sense anything about these items?'
"The rapier and scimitar both radiated magic. They will come in handy, I suspect."
"Heh heh...ooh..." Remos snatches the scimitar from the broken skeleton's grasp. He takes it back to the others. "Find fancy sword. I keep." Remos puts the scimitar in his belt, next to the other.
'We'll divide up the treaure later I guess.'
'What did you find Haldo? Anything from the sword?'
"This wall is actually a gate. Someone help me open this thing."
Haldo tries to lift or slide aside the wall.
Faysal ets his shoulder to the door as well
Aid another
Remos rages before pushing against the wall, then immediately calms.
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