" Oh I cane from Faerun, North of here, Far Far North of here. In a land called the Dalelands specifically Dagger Dale."
Frackit gets serious as he seems to draw into himself." I was to be a jeweler there My master both in craft and in faith to turn it over to me so he can return to being an adventurer. To experience the twilight years seeking the Divine Joke. Like most things fate had another idea."
Frackit shook his body fighting against the words regurgetating the visceral horrors of his past. " The Zhents followers of First the Black Hand came. Sacked the Town and outlying lands with magic. Wizards on foul beasts, undead, beholders even devils used to conquer and hold the very lands. People who fought at first began disappearing. Until we found them dead, enslaved or worse transformed'
He looked up but away." By The Sparkling Wit I fled when my master was slain. Slain for Herecy and scheming. As well as his humorous commentary on the slavish doctrine of the Zhents lead to him dying."
" Wounded in the blood of war, and baptised in the bonds of oppression I had to become something new. Not rhe wide eyed humorous artisan fo the Watchful Gaurdian, but recast into an Axe and Shield...."
He blinks and then shakes it away. " Just note they are a group who seek to dominant the world via any means, often now through strife and discorse before coming in to sieze a weaker lands and rule with iorn grips via tryanny. Especially backed by foul gods both living amd dead" frackit says not quite relaxed but nolonger shaking.
" Hope that helps."
She says, "Well, I thought the world ended somewhere in the Lands of the Yakmen. Maybe the Grand Caliph(may he reign for One Thousand and One years) should rescue you from this tyranny. He is wise and benevolent."
She then says, "Your groups seem like you have been traversing empty fortresses for a very long time. I am amazed by your skills."
You lay the items on the floor you want Fadilah check for magic in front of the door to the next room.
Nura's Scimitar has moderate magic but its source is unknown
Brooch has faint magical properties
Ring faint transmutation magic
Jambiya faint magical properties
Lamellar Armor has overwhelming magical properties
Door has faint abjuration spell on it.
If Fadilah is done, Zairiah checks the door for traps.
there is faint magic on it
Fadilah checks the door for traps but there are no traps on the door but it is locked.
Zairiah is hesitant to unlock the door, knowing how she was just hurt badly by a magical trap, but since they seem to have no other way forward, she proceeds with unlocking the door.
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As Zairiah approaches the door she suddenly remembers that they have the chimes of opening, and uses those.
Zairiah uses the chimes and the door opens with a creek as if it had not been opened for centuries. The room is eerily lit but there are not lanterns in the room. The walls hold shallow, recessed shelves and the floor is covered by a fraying carpet and there is a table in the middle.
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"Why magically lock a room full of nothing?"
Frackit checks to see if the room is safe.
Nura makes a concerted search of the chamber.
Fadi
You guys search the room for clues or items or trap or whatever. The shelves are dusty and you find some old cobwebs.
As per the directions given to me by Zairiah, your party moves on to room #10, you open the door and this grisly chamber is stacked high with
bodies, dragged here to rot after a long-forgotten
battle. The desert heat has mummified the corpses,
leaving their dying expressions discernable. The bodies
appear to have been stripped of valuables already.
Nura suppresses a shudder. "Being around this much dead makes me nervous.
"Meh. What could go wrong?"
Zairiah sighs.
Well, this is where the secret door is supposed to be, in the floor. Not going to be fun, but we'll have to move, uh, things around in order to examine all of the floor.
Unless... Fadilah, is there a spell for that?
" Could Burn em" he said as he looks at them.
"Moving things around? Unseen servant, I suppose," says Fadilah.
"That locked empty room might have an illusion on it," she also notes. "Just occurred to me. Perhaps I can detect one."
I meant for detecting secret doors, but either way. There should be one in this room somewhere. It's just finding it with all of this...
Zairiah looks and can see under the bodies a trap door. Those bodies need to be moved in order to access it.
"Ugh," Nura winces, but sets about the task of moving the bodies.
The grisly work takes some time but luckily they do not have the stench that you have witnessed when you were in Al-Anwahr because the bodies have been here for much longer than a month. You cleat the trap door and open it. Inside there is what looks like the skeletons of women and children who tried to survive a siege.
GM Rolls:
You find on the skeletons 23 pieces of jewelry.
Zairiah examines the area to ascertain whether it is just a hiding place or whether there is a way further down.
If there is nothing, she retrieves the grisly loot, and says
Well, that looks like the entirety of the treasure, although we could go back to the other rooms and check specifically for other hidden areas, if you all prefer, but I didn't see any other notations on the map, and it looks like others have been here before us... a long time before us, considering the state of these bodies.
So, all that is left is the well, then? Should we try getting to it through the wall in here rather than going back up to the top?
She keeps an eye on their guest, wondering what her next move/request will be.
Kamalla says, "Whatever you deem the wisest course of action should be? What do you think Mr. Frackit?"
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You go back upstairs to the mouth of the well and the well is a
dry pit, perhaps 10 feet across, its stone-lined walls
choked with pale ivy and its bottom lost in inky
blackness. The dry well is more than 60 feet deep.
Frackit begins to tap and test the walls and floors of the stairwell again wondering if thier is a way to the well.
Zairiah looks for a place to tie off a rope.
Aggrammar assists with securing a length of sturdy rope to a solid section of the well's edge, making sure it can support the weight of those who need to descend.
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Fadilah whispers to her gen, then a few minutes later she casts a light spell on a pebble and drops it into the well.
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Frackit
Once Fadilah's lit pebble hits the bottom of the well, you see a clutter of
debris and glittering coins!
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"I guess that I'll go first," Nura says, taking hold of the rope and climbing over the side.
For now, Zairiah is going to stay at the top and cover Nura with her bow. If anything tries to attack her, she will attempt to shoot it.
At the top he sees the others heading down and chuckles. " I can go down next"
Paritosh is also willing to go, at any point.
You go next, Kamalla. You were the one who told us about the treasure. You deserve to be one of the first to glimpse it.