The only relic really of value would be the census records and historical
documents.
A broken cart
Hornietelle - This general store sold goods brought across the plains from Vellumis. The town’s inhabitants seem to have taken most of the store’s wares with them when they fled, and the rest seems to have decayed. as far as you can see from the entrance.
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Having searched through the rooms, Eovar slips out to help with the horse.
"Johann, going to help them with the horse. I checked the rooms but not behind the bar. Be careful." he warns quietly.
He strides across the courtyard getting closer to the horse before calling out the name he thinks it may answer to.
"Desert Wind? We are friends trying to help. Can you show me to Larraz?" he asks hoping the familiar names helps soothe the animal.
Nothing else to find here.
Eovar has no problems calming the horse, which then stands quietly next to him and nudges him.
I think is the current map version, does not matter at the moment....
Hornietelle steps into the store and too late recognizes that she stepped onto mouldy footdstuff....
The only thing she can find is a bag of rolled oats that are still on a shelf, unspoiled.
Fortitude save
ooc: That concludes the investigation of Goldenflame, only the College is missing (10 min walk south as you can see from the distance). I need to know how you travel on and what are you taking along.
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"We were tasked with retrieving any relics or documents, as well as the bodies of the fallen Pathfinders. So, snag all teh light and portables, then let's figure out how to get the bodies out of here. Think you can hook that horse up to the wagon for transport? I don't know if we'll be able to get a wagon with bodies out of here without attracting too much attention, but we can sure try."
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"We can certainly try, this guy is friendly. Glad to have some company that doesn't want to eat him. Will you help us?" Eovar says giving the horse a scratch under the chin.
"And if we do run into trouble we can dispatch them fairly easily as long as they are like the earlier ones." he says but isn't quite confident in it.
Desert Wind nudges Eovar again as if he agrees.
ooc: if you want to repair the wagon = Crafting checks
Eovar manages to fix the cart partially, and appears in working order but is actually quite rickety; you can attempt another Crafting check to Repair to make the cart completely sturdy
Eovar repairs the cart completely.
ooc: Now you have a fully functional cart.
I move you to the next map, you can use the discussion threat what you take from Goldenflame.
Two wide staircases lead into the college, and centered above them is the religious symbol of Iomedae. Engraved into the graying stone is “Goldenflame College, Est. 4083 ar.” A pair of sweeping staircases lead to a veranda across the entire front of the college, with entrances to a reception area and the main hall on either side.
Lying face down on the porch is the body of a halfling. This small corpse’s hand is outstretched to the door of Goldenflame College. The body is clad in dirtied white-andred robes with gold trim, shredded from the back as though by cruel claws. A small notebook has fallen nearby, its pages stained with dried blood.
For Johann or of you try to read the book:
For all:
damage that the body appears to be that of a gnome or a halfling.
dress was favored by priests and adherents of Iomedae
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"Field research, looks like. Unfortunately the blood has rendered most of it illegible, so I can't make out specifics."
Johann is too focused on the journal to pay any significant heed to the body before him, so if there is information to be gleaned here, he is completely oblivious to it.
Still flipping through the book, he shakes his head at Keemul. "No, this must be someone else. The attire speaks to a follower of Iomedae." He makes a vague hand gesture toward the body, then goes back to turning pages.
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Eovar makes sure that Desert Wind is released from the wagon in case unread approach while they are inside.
"We are going to head inside. Wait for us here unless trouble comes." he says quietly patting the horse.
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As they head towards the stairs he shakes his head at another lost one, creeping up to the building.
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Hornietelle's words hang in the air, as the group cannot make out who it was. Maybe someone working in the college?
Eovar listens but cannot make out anything then the movement of his companions. The door seems clear, no traps.
Looking into the next room Eovar sees a dusty sofa and small chairs - the only furnishings that remain in this modest room. Two small windows to the east look out over the front lawn, and doors exit to the north, west, and south.
Hornietelle, moving forwards, notices nothing of particular interest.
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Hornietelle looks at the main doorway, wondering what lies beyond, but doesn't trust that there are dangers around the door. "Where's Mikaela, oh well here goes! Let's hop I can see as well as she can." She studies the doors for dangers and listens, before she tries to open the door quietly and peek through.
Perhaps once majestic, this cavernous hall now truly resembles a cave: dark and dank. Dirt and standing water obscure the once-pristine white and gray tile, and stone colonnades stretching to the ceiling are covered in grime and mold. Sweeping staircases to the northwest and southwest lead upward, as does a spiral staircase. Smashed statues and torn paintings line the walls here: the signs of a struggle. Several doors exit to various rooms to the north, south, and east.
It is eerily quiet.....