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Vanyan will explain what he knows of the undead, if anything.
"I knew you lot looked familiar.
I left the Coffer as a kid and only recently returned myself. Like I said, name is Vinas."
"Yeah... Vanyan is it? This ain't Absalom."
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When the skeletons draw near, Vinas swings his morningstar in a quick loop. "Let's get out of here, then ask questions! Bring a light!"
The young man steps up and swings hard in a downward arc, aiming for a clavicle:
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Round: 1
Conditions = None
Weapon Equipped = Crossbow
Silver Blanch, Cold Iron Bolts = 10/10
Normal Bolts = 9/10
Ranged: Attack: BAB +1, Dex +3, Masterwork +1 Damage: +0
Melee: Attack: BAB +1, Str +0 Damage: +0
Grit = 2/2
”You’re saying this is Roslar’s Tomb then?” Vanyan asks. ”I guess we really need to figure out how Roslar’s tomb got moved to Absalom, huh?” Vanyan looks around trying to figure out that mystery.
Aishe grins, knowing what madness looks like. He says nothing.
”You know what I saw on my way into town? A dead horse. A dead horse just laying in the middle of the road. Shot through the head and just left there, it was,” Vanyan just shakes his head. ”I never thought I’d see that...good horse meat going to waste. We used to be at war, saving and scrimping ever scrap because you never know when you might need it. But now they can just leave good horses in the road for the ravens and beasts.”
A sorrowful look passes over Aishe's face, "We're all wealthier and wiser now I guess."
A small scraping sound from the darkness is heard to the south. Over time it becomes louder and louder, the sound of bone scraping on stone. Soon a skeletal form shambles into the edges of your torchlight as it jerks to life. Loose, sheets of dirty and damp cloth hang from it's frame, tattered by decades of decay. It opens it's mouth in a silent scream as it comes for Aishe.
Aishe looks at the skeleton, and flashes of an Oppara opera house skim across his mind unbidden. He hesitates, unsure what to do…
No, I handle the majestic Dotort Chargers. Beautiful beasts, but The Dotort sons have been training me to help guard against Orc attacks. Thus the ..... Watch out Aishe! Behind you!
Aishe brings his crossbow up quickly and instinctively shoots, half in a panic, at the rat.
(point blank) (point blank)
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Vinas rushes the skeleton before it has a whole lot of time to react. his morningstar comes down hard, shattering through the bones with ease. Though oddly enough this skeleton didn't seem to be risen as undead as a tiny, skittering creature that looks like an insect made of fish bones, with a head full of glowing red eyes emerges from within, scuttling underneath Vinas' legs.
Though only barely intelligent, ostovites have a deepseated jealousy of larger races, as well as an instinctive shame regarding their own forms, which resemble silverfish made out of thin, compressed bones. When an ostovite locates the corpse of a larger creature— particularly that of a humanoid or other intelligent being—it doesn’t stop at feeding. Instead, as soon as it has sated its hunger, it begins using its acid to soften the creature’s bones, drawing them out and reconstructing them into a twisted parody of their original configuration, with the ostovite resting in a nest-like structure in the sculpture’s center. Once it’s finished, the ostovite magically animates its creation, controlling it like a puppet and at last experiencing the thrill of being larger and—to the ostovite’s mind—more important. These ghastly creations are generally more disturbing than normal undead, as ostovites’ understanding of biomechanics is often crude, potentially resulting in humanoid skeletons that move around on all fours or drag themselves along like landbound octopuses. Like hermit crabs changing shells, ostovites regularly replace their chariots in order to increase their social status and impress potential mates.
Though they often squabble over smaller skeletons, when a particularly prime corpse is located, an entire nest of ostovites may band together to create a single bone chariot of epic proportions.
Adult ostovites are 2 feet long and weigh 3 pounds. Natural cowards except when enshrined in their chariots—at which point most believe themselves invincible— ostovites have a species-wide hatred of the more powerful vermlek demons, with whom they often compete for quality corpses.
Aishe raises a crossbow and tries to snipe the rat from Vanyan's back and misses. The strange insect creature bites at Vinas' feet as it scuttles up his leg.
Vinas feels a sharp pinch and an even worse burning sensation as acid drips onto his skin, burning through his boot.
Vinas (11/15)
Aishe
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Insect
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Tessenarin
Atium
Vanyan
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Rat
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what's all the yelling about? Tessenarin ask pulling out his bow as he moves up to see the rat. Hold still, would you? he asks knocking an arrow and letting it go at the rat.
Round 1
Vanyan seems shocked as both Tessanarin and Aishe take shots at *his* head. He ducks then ducks again, not understanding until he follows the arrows to the rat.
Oh! Phew! I thought they were already trying to kill me. Just for getting them all be-cursed.
He skitters 15’ away (towards Vinas), dropping his stones and taking his spear in two hands.
”Hey! That’s not a skeleton! That’s a...that’s a...” Vanyan searches his memory for what it might be.
Know (Arcana)
”...something! Probably shouldn’t let it bite you.”
Vanyan tries to shoo the creature off Vinas and to a place where it can be hit.
vs. DC10 to aid next attack
hp: 9/9
AC:[/b[ 16/14/12
[b]Saves: F1/R2/F5
Eyes: bugged
Smite: unused
Panache: unused
"OW! Bloody hell what was that? Seriously!"
Vinas freaks out at the small creature, slamming his weapon downward.
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"Seriously, what IS this?!"
Slightly before the reactions from the others.
Hey Vinas. you holding your own over there? I hadn't caught your name before. I think you must have mentioned who you were the first time when I was lying snug in the coffin.
Atium has smashed a few rats before in his time. This one is especially large and viscious, but he's not daunted.
[b] Aishe- get behind me.
Round: 2
Conditions = None
Weapon Equipped = Crossbow
Silver Blanch, Cold Iron Bolts = 10/10
Normal Bolts = 8/10
Ranged: Attack: BAB +1, Dex +3, Masterwork +1 Damage: +0
Melee: Attack: BAB +1, Str +0 Damage: +0
Grit = 2/2
Aishe nods as the rat is dispatched and turns his attention to the insect-thing. He reloads and shoots at the new target, though there are friendlies in the way he tries to avoid them.
(point blank, cover) (point blank)
Sadly, he continues to be as effective as slightly tepid milk. He stays out of the way at least as the others make their moves against the remaining foe.
"So far so good. This thing packs a bite though."
Angling his shield down towards the freakish creature, Vinas steps back with his lead leg and brings the morningstar down in a similar angle as before: for
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Vinas stumbles back slightly, catching his shield on some shelving as Aishe's bolt sticks into the wood right next to him.
The strange insect continues to berate Vinas as it bites him again, darting at his feet.
The insect secretes a lot more acid this time as it severely burns Vinas. A small rasping his is heard from the creature, though it is actually Vinas' skin melting and popping.
Vinas (4/15)
Aishe
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Insect
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Tessenarin
Atium
Vanyan
"I take it back! I take it back! I need some back up!" for
Round 2
”Pathfinder! I said that you shouldn’t let it bite you.”
Vanyan stabs at the creature with his longspear.
vs. DC10 to aid next attack
damage
He then moves out of the way, backing up to where the rat was.
”I’m moving out of the way! Don’t shoot me!”
hp: 9/9
AC:[/b[ 16/14/12
[b]Saves: F1/R2/F5
Eyes: bugged
Smite: unused
Panache: unused
Tessenarin takes a step over and looks at Vanyan.
Again, we are NOT Pathfinders. Shut up with that already. You there! Hold very still!"
He nocks another arrow and shoots at the insect this time.
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Vinas stomps down on the bug, but it is a little harder than one would think. His foot damages it quite a bit though not enough to kill it.
Vanyan's spear misses as Vinas gets in the way trying to dance away from the biting bug. Tessenarin proves his worth as an arrow flies between the pair, pinning the creature to the ground where it dies.
Right next to Vinas is a small alcove on the east wall of this hallway that contains a few stone shelves. The shelves contain supplies intended for visitors that never came:
Vinas (4/15)
Aishe
Tessenarin
Atium
Vanyan
”Again, we are NOT Pathfinders. Shut up with that already. You there! Hold very still!"
Vanyan looks at Tessanarin. He quirks his head.
”Are you sure? Because that means that I might be wrong about me...” Vanyan gets a bit more excited, speaking more quickly. ”...me being the cause of why we’re down here! HA! It’s not my fault!! HA! HA!” Vanyan seems quite happy by the thought.
”So...you lunkards are just regulars from Roslar’s Coffer, huh? Are you? Even you Bessamarin?” Vanyan walks about the now quieter chamber. ”Okay then, well...okay...it’s not my fault and we seem to be down here then?”
He looks at Atrium.
”Maybe you’re right. Maybe this is all a joke. A jest. A hazing. But I don’t ever recall hearing about this when I was growing up. Might strange it is.”
Vanyan will eventually be exposed to the shelves. He will explore them as if he had done it before.
Spellcraft /w Detect Magic - wand
Spellcraft /w Detect Magic - potions
Failing to use magic to suss out the potions, he tastes them.
Perception vs. DC16 to ID...and fails again.
He offers the wand around to whomever can use it and wants it.
Aishe takes a deep breath as the creatures are both vanquished eventually. He runs his eyes over everyone, noting Vinas’ injuries. They did well. A strong bunch. I should stay close.
Unsure just how trapped they may be, he collects his two missed bolts and checks them to see if they’ll work
He smiles at Vanyan, ”Maybe not a joke, but you’re fine. Hmmm. Yes indeed.” he looks at the wand, but cannot power such a device at this time and so lets it by. He too will examine the potions though, with a tiny drip to taste.
"Ah, oh." he considers, "These are potions of curing. Just a bit mind you, but I think Vinas should have a one, or maybe two, before we continue." He'll pass a couple vials to the man.
Who is the Bessamarin to which you refer? Tessenarin looks confused. regardless, is anyone skilled at healing? This man has a couple of nasty looking wounds that I'm sure could use some attention for someone with that skill set. We should press on once he's been looked at, I suppose. I'd like to return..... to where I stay.
Who is the Bessamarin to which you refer?
Vanyan looks confused, then apologetic.
”What’s your name again?” Vanyan asks Tessenarin. ”Sorry, it’s been confusing around here. What with the premature burial and all.”
”Well, I could check his wounds if he doesn’t want to use the potions...” Vanyan looks askance of Vinas, unwilling to invade without being asked, then will try to fix his leg. ”This will take a while. Mind waiting?”
"Tessenarin. I'm a cook in town. So yes, based on everything you've said it sounds like we all were staying in the coffer. Which still doesn't explain where we are or how we got here."
"You're suggesting we use the potions? Do you know what they do? You're obviously magically inclined."
"Tessenarin. I'm a cook in town."
Vanyan nods, offers a weak introductory smile.
”Tessanarin, huh? I knew a guy with that name who lived in this town, long ago. Half-elf. That was before I left though,” he comments. ”I wonder what happened to him. Did he survive the attack of ‘07? Probably not.” Vanyan shakes his head.
"You're suggesting we use the potions? Do you know what they do? You're obviously magically inclined."
Vanyan looks at Aishe, then back to Tessanarin.
”Well, I don’t know, but that guy,” Vanyan points at Aishe, ”He said the thought they were potions of curification. They just might fix this wound. I dunno if he’s right though. They could be.”
"A well, I must have missed hearing him say that. But it's up to the injured one if he wants to take the risk of drinking them I suppose."
"Now, I don't remember you, but I'm undoubtedly the same Tessenarin. I spent my entire life until in the Coffer until it was destroyed. I left afterwards but returned. And I'm going on 30."
Vinas watches the exchange as he peels back his armor to inspect the wounds. Wincing in pain he speechlessly motions for someone to hand him a potion. He tilts it back like a shot.... then coughs like a teen trying whiskey He wipes away some blood.
"Actually, if you guys don't mind, I could use another. That thing stings, well, stung. Thanks for that arrow Tessenarin. "
He looks it over, "It still stings, but I think it'd be waste to drink a third."
He takes in the scene, his eyes their customary gimlet during times of concentration. "First, how the hell did we get here. Second, how do we get out of here?"
Aishe reloads his crossbow and listens as the other men talk. They’re so serious.
He hand Vinas a third potion anyway, ”Here, you should hang on to this. Keep it on your belt, so if you go down, we can find it and pour it down your throat. I’ll keep one as I try to be near the action but not in it… if you know what I mean. Who wants the fifth?”
He offers the fifth around, but will carry it if no one wants it.
He takes in the scene, his eyes their customary gimlet during times of concentration. "First, how the hell did we get here. Second, how do we get out of here?"
He points into the darkness, ”The passage continues.” Aishe says simply.
To answer your question Vinas-- I have no idea. I've never been to Coffer before today. I was just here for work. So we know next to nothing about what happened. None of us have a common reason, and none of us even knows how we got here.
He watches intently as the guy downs the potions. Important to note that there's a way to actually heal from any bad things that happen down here.
He picks up the holy symbol of Aroden.
Hey guys, doesn't this holy symbol seem really out of place? Like NOBODY worships this guy anymore. Right? Maybe the fact that it's here is a clue. Right?
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Continuing to find passage the hallway opens into a much wider hall.
The marble walls of this large hall are carved with several images of battle, each featuring a knight astride a lean horse. The knight wears no helmet and has long hair and a wide mustache. In each of the images, the knight is charging at undead horrors with a rapier in hand.
Two halls lead out of the western portion of this room, one to the north and one to the south. Three large archways lead out of the room to the east. The archway to the northeast is carved with the words “At My Right Hand, Peace for Years of Righteous Labors”; the archway to the east is carved with the words, “Roslar: Hero and Paladin at His Well-Earned Rest;” and the archway to the southeast reads, “Loyal Abdell, Support Thy Master Always.”
Sprawled in the center of this room is a human-sized metal figure that resembles a skeleton wrapped in robes. The limbs of the figure are askew and melted, as though with acid.
Having grew up in Roslar's Coffer you know that Roslar was a paladin of the Knights of Ozem. Roslar participated in the Shining Crusade almost 1,000 years ago, where he died a hero.
”Now, I don't remember you, but I'm undoubtedly the same Tessenarin...And I'm going on 30."
”Yeah, I suppose you could be the same, couldn’t you?” Vanyan looks closer at Tess. ”It’s been twelve years...and you’ve raised yo’self all the way to cook, have you?” he asks, not intentionally trying to be offensive.
All of the sudden, maybe I didn’t do so badly. But then again, I don’t even have a cooks job.
”Well, it’s good to see you again. How did you survive the attack of ‘07? And...uhm...you wouldnt’ happen to know where they buried my parents at? You know the Kaleseder farm on the south side? Well, that was where I was raised...and my parents...you know...they...they are probably buried someplace. I hope. I’d like to pay my last respects.”
He picks up the holy symbol of Aroden. ”Hey guys, doesn't this holy symbol seem really out of place? Like NOBODY worships this guy anymore. Right?”
Vanyan feels down the front of his jerkin to extract his own holy symbol, wooden and carved differently than most. It seems to be a hybrid of the well known Iomedaen symbol and the symbol that Atium holds.
”Well, sort of. You know...I didn’t even think Aroden was real until I met an actual incarnation of him in the Lodge. Musta been back in ‘13? Or ‘14?” Vanyan tries to remember. ”He passed through a few times. For some reason, we has doing Pathfinder work, but there he was, as real as life, he was.”
Vanyan looks from face to face, speaking the truth as he experienced it.
”Dude has a presence about him. Sure, most laughed at him, but then some will travel with him, do a mission or two, and they’d come back and be believers, they would,” he continues. ”Might be that I believed it too. Or wanted to believe it. I want to believe that he’s coming back to make things right.”
Vanyan turns his holy symbol to Iomedae over in his hands. ”Yeah, I right believe in Iomedae, but I also think Aroden is gunna come back and make things right. Patch over that Worldwound and then fix a bit more. I dunno. None of us have much say in what the gods do, but we can choose have faith, can’t we?”
Vanyan holds his hand out to Atium.
”If you’re not going to use that, might I wear it?” he asks Atium, referring to Aroden’s symbol.
Know (History)
Know (Religion)
Vanyan walks through the newly discovered chamber with his longspear clanking with his steps. He examines everything, using the light from his lightbox to illuminate carvings and words.
”If I recall correctly, and just from the Pathfinder Chronicle I recently read about the Reaver’s banishment here in Rolsar, I think Roslar was enamored with Arazni, one of Aroden’s heralds. I heard mention, even going back to my youth, that Roslar’s demise was shaded by scandal, but I don’t know any details. Perhaps one of you locals know more.”
Vanyan pauses to pay his respects to Roslar.
”He was a hero to me. I’m not sure about any scandal, but this tomb is a testament to him. Might as well honor him...even if we don’t know how we got here.”
”...And...uhm...you wouldnt’ happen to know where they buried my parents at? You know the Kaleseder farm on the south side? Well, that was where I was raised...and my parents...you know...they...they are probably buried someplace. I hope. I’d like to pay my last respects.”
Does Aishe know where the bodies are buried?
He listens to the religious conversation but has little to add. He's traveled far and wide, and never met a god. But he'd met many men who thought they were godlike in one way or another.
”If I recall correctly, and just from the Pathfinder Chronicle I recently read about the Reaver’s banishment here in Rolsar, I think Roslar was enamored with Arazni, one of Aroden’s heralds. I heard mention, even going back to my youth, that Roslar’s demise was shaded by scandal, but I don’t know any details. Perhaps one of you locals know more.”
Vanyan pauses to pay his respects to Roslar.
”He was a hero to me. I’m not sure about any scandal, but this tomb is a testament to him. Might as well honor him...even if we don’t know how we got here.”
Aishe says, "Sorry, I came later, and don't know the history. But if we've been entombed in his tomb, I wonder why. Is there a connection with him?"
He'll continue to follow the others, crossbow loaded and ready to shoot.
"I take it back! I take it back! I need some back up!
Hearing the call for help, Atium hefts the axe up to swing with power.
Vinas is a good 30 feet away and Atium sees the pile of bones on the floor. The notices movement and squints just slightly. The strange creature comes into view as an arrow punctures the "berating" creature.Atium puts the axe down and moves with the group to explore further down the hall.
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Aroden was real until I met an actual incarnation
to which Atium can't help himself, and quickly lets out a
Awe come on now! Am I the only one picking up the smell of cow manure? First twinkletoes mentions how we are in some crazy city- now he's met Aroden .. *just a couple years ago. *.He looks at Vanyan.
*Twink* you took a couple blows to the head. You may need a rest and a pull from that healing potion we found.
Atium does hand over the Holy symbol of Aroden, quick as can be to Vanyan.
I'm a Ghozreh guy myself.
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Atium reads the words, Abdell? Anyone know an Abdell in Coffer's histories?
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Aishe knows of a small cemetery just outside the town where Vanyan's parents may be at. Using the light from his dented box Vanyan illuminates the carvings. In addition to mortal companions, a slender, winged woman with a heart-shaped face and long hair, looking down benevolently on Roslar.
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"I remember reading about Rosler as a kid. I was convinced that I was going to be a paladin someday, maybe even a Knight of Ozem. Now? Not so much. That feels like a lifetime ago." The young man is apparently oblivious to the irony of someone so young using the phrase "a lifetime ago."
Vinas keeps pace with the party, not wanting to split up too far. He hooks the third potion on his belt.
"*Twink* you took a couple blows to the head. You may need a rest and a pull from that healing potion we found."
Vanyan gives Atium a good look up and down, gathering that the man and his weapon could pound him into mush if he wanted...yet he's not backing down.
"You think you know everything? You think you've seen the world, have you? You know all that is in it, do you? You ask me to tell you about magics one moment, then tell me I'm wrong about what I saw? The stories I heard? The man I met? Is that it?" Vanyan raises his chin a little higher, knowing what he saw. He heard the stories he heard.
"Well, I guess since you know everything, maybe you can tell us how we're here and all, since you know it all, whydon'tcha tell us what is what then?" Vanyan waits for the (probably) bigger man to explain everything to everyone.
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Atium does hand over the Holy symbol of Aroden, quick as can be to Vanyan.
Vanyan takes the symbol with a nod and a smile.
"Thanks," he murmurs as puts the holy symbol next to his one for Iomedae. He holds up the old one, the one from Iomedae and shows it to everyone.
"See this one here? See it? It's from my Da. His gift to me when I left home. It's near the only thing I have from this here, save my memories, and they are s&&#, because I don't recall too much of this place now. A lot has changed. This symbol here is my tie to the Coffer, my family, and this land. And now my family is dead and I seem to be trapped within a coffin, as it were," Vanyan looks around the crypt, wishing that some deity would come to help them out.
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Vanyan examines the carving, using his lightbox to flesh out details that might be lost by the torch's light.
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He steps back, pointing at outlines.
"I think that is Arazni. Late in the Shining Crusade, the Whispering Tyrant captured and killed Arazni. She was later animated as a lich bride by the evil ghost wizard Geb during the failed Second Crusade, or so the histories say," Vanyan explains.
Being young, of course Atium knows everything.
So, when Vanyan challenges him to come up with an answer, Atium comes back with the only thing that possibly comes to mind. He doesn't mind if it sounds preposterous- it's got to be only half as lame brained a story as what everyone just heard from Vanyan.
"Well, I guess since you know everything, maybe you can tell us how we're here and all, since you know it all, whydon'tcha tell us what is what then?"
Magic Coffins - Twink. Duh. We got here via magic coffins.
With that, Atium gives a nod like he totally won the conversation.
Tessenarin looks around at the room and tries to remember anything else he might know
But finds he has nothing to add.
[b]"I am sorry I do not know where your parents are buried. But it sounds like someone else here knows. I hope that helps you."[b]
He walks towards the archway in the North East. [b]"we need answers, or at a minimum a way out of here. Let us put the squabbles aside until we con find an escape. Here, bring the light this way and let us see what is this way."[b]
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Tessenarin looks around the room as Atium and Vanyan argue over the religious aspects of the world. Either side not helping their current predicament.
Working further into the room Tessenarin checks out the small alcove to the north.
Several long stone slabs line the walls of this room like shelves. The shelves are pitted with acid and contain scraps of old cloth. A few chunks of bone litter the floor. Among the stone slabs the glint of metal flickers in the torchlight amid the old and tattered clothes.
Nearly 20 of Roslar’s loyal retainers, squires, and servants were laid to rest here, each on a slab carved with the servant’s name and position.
Religious debates. Maybe when I was a kid...
Vinas moves to Tessenarin, "Careful, for a tomb this place seems teeming with life." The lad looks around for anything else that might help them out of this predicament.
"I am sorry I do not know where your parents are buried. But it sounds like someone else here knows. I hope that helps you."
"Oh, thanks," Vanyan downcasts. "You've just been here and whatnot, thought you might know."
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Magic Coffins - Twink. Duh. We got here via magic coffins.
"Magic coffins?!" Vanyan repeats as if never heard of them before. "Of course! Good idea! Let me go check!" Vanyan snaps his fingers then goes back to look for magic on coffins.
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Vanyan rushes back with one of the light sources, finding zero indication of a magical presence on the sarcophagi that you emerged from.
Back in the room filled with stone slab shelving Vinas pulls his torch in closer, looking around the stone slabs. There looks to be a small ring mixed into the rags, along with what appears to be a small pearl bead attached to a string. reaching to grab them he instantly stops as the stone slabs look to be very unstable from the acid pitting. The slightest touch could cause them to collapse on top of him.
Out in the main room sprawled in the center of this room is a human-sized metal figure that resembles a skeleton wrapped in robes. The limbs of the figure are askew and melted, as though with acid. Attached to the metallic skeleton's frame is a short sword marked with the spiraling comet symbol of Pharasma.
He nods quietly at Atium’s musings of Vanyan’s claims. They do seem rather far fetched, though interesting. I bet he’s an excellent story teller.
He eyes Vinas and wonders just how old he is. He also finds him a little knightly already, so it would take much to push him he suspects.
Aishe worries when Vanyan gets angry. Who knows what’s going on down here. We should stick together he decides, even as Tessenarin says it aloud. He just nods along.
”Ah, oh… Uh, Vanyan. It occurs to me there's a cemetery outside town that might house your parents. If we manage to get back there at some point, I can show you.” He looks at all the dead. ”We should be careful here to respect those who have died.”
Aishe will move to the entry and look into the chamber as well, trying to assist Vinas in his search. When Vinas sees a trap, he suggests, "May I? I might be able to help with that..."
Pulling out some small tools, he gets to work...
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Aishe uses a few of the smaller stones and a few minutes worth of work is enough to stabilize the slab long enough to grab the items.
”Nope nope nope! Not magic coffins, I checked,” Vanyan says returning his light to the party. ”Good idea though, but not magic coffins. We’ll have to find another idea.”
He moves over to help with Vinas’ find.
”Ah, oh… Uh, Vanyan. It occurs to me there's a cemetery outside town that might house your parents. If we manage to get back there at some point, I can show you.”
”Oh yeah?” Vanyan asks, willing to believe. ”You think they are there, do ya?” He looks encouraged. ”Yeah, if we get out of here, I would be grateful if you could point the way.”
Spellcraft
"A wedding ring in a crypt seems.... not like it's a treasure meant for us. What about that pearl though?"
Magic coffins? What in Iomedae is going on here?
"I do not mind taking so much as it seems to be on a shelf. I have little desire to take things from inside a coffin."
He looks over at Vanyan. "that sword over there, with the spirals. Is there anything unusual or magical about it?"
With that, he leaves the room they just studied and moves to the opening to the east.
"Here, bring the light this way, and let us check out what is beyond this opening."
"Let's make sure we're all on the same page first. I think some of us are struggling with the here an now a little more than others." Vinas's tone is one of compassion, even if the words are a bit judgmental.
"Can anyone determine what this thing is? Considering the situation, we need all the help we can get."
"I do not intend to offend; I am merely trying to be efficient in getting us out of here so that we may return home. Perhaps that would assist those who are.... struggling as you put it."
"Also, to which thing do you refer?"
"The bead on the string. Vanyan thinks it's magical, but doesn't know what it does. I do agree though, getting "home" sounds good."