The group cautiously moves onweards, their footsteps echoing through the hall. Nercously they inspect the hall, expecting undead jumping out of the shadows, but it stays quiwet........
Searching, after a while they find one painting that has survived the damage from the battle that took place here between undead forces and the Pathfinder Bryrigar Hassen and his Goldenflame cohorts. The painting is of a distinguished, handsome halfling woman dressed in pristine white finery.
Eovar and hears nothing, but Johann finds a velvet-lined sofa pushed up against the north wall is caked in dust. Broken chairs rest in the southwest. A small closet and empty office, both with their doors torn off or kicked in, are to the west. Closed wooden doors lead to the east and south.
As Johann looks into the room he hears faint, ragged sobs - they seem to be coming from beneath the sofa.....
Hearing Keemul the person starts to scream uncontrollably but Hornietelle manages to calm him down, and scranmbles out from his hiding spot. Warily he looks at you, "who are you, did you come to get me out?"
and a quite tall half-orc, wearing padded armor, and clothing which has seen better days appears.
"Society, society, are you Pathfiners? We were send here by the society, oh, Larraz Virtanne, by the way." He seems to loose his agitation as he speaks, hope glimmering in his eyes.
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Johann nods. "Yes, yes, the Pathfinder Society. Hmm... Larraz... I think your name appeared in our documents." He flips through the dossiers. "Ah yes, here it is... no secondary education... druidic magic... that might be useful... the Wind and the Waves... How unexpected to find someone still alive! And, err, my condolences about your horse."
"Really, Desert Wind is dead?" he asks, close to tears. "Have you at least seen any of my teammates, Gibb Potsmasher, Kailli Thimbleberry, or Osprey Pierces the Tide?" he asks.
He turns towards Mikaela, "I have not seen any living thing since a month."
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Eovar walks over after hearing the commotion.
"A blessing we have found one alive. I only hope to find more, I believe Desert Wind is outside. That horse seemed to respond to the name." he corrects Johann but hopes he isn't mistaken, hard to tell animals apart if you don't have a connection to them.
"Unfortunately, we don't think Gibb made it. The other two we haven't yet found traces of. Would you be willing to stick with us so we can assure you make it back? And answer our questions?" he asks and gestures towards Tok.
Hearing that Desert Wind is alive, his mood changes and, despite being in an area overrun by undead he is joyful to the brink of tears.
"I need to see him, and then I will stick with you, hopefully we can find some of the others. Gibb didn't make it you say?" He swallows hard, "hope we can find some of the others."
"I came to Goldenflame about a month ago. It seems like loong ago, but actually just a few months, I was deployed along with a group of fellow Pathfinder recruits from nearby Vellumis on a diplomatic mission into the Lastwall countryside. When the forces of Tar-Baphon emerged and began their assault on Lastwall, we found ourselves trapped, with no path of retreat. Slowly we tried crossing Lastwall, working our way back to Ustalav. About a month ago, we found our way to Goldenflame. In a skirmish with undead I was separated from my group and I fled to Goldenflame College and have been here since then."
"Yes, it is an interesting place. I found a large stone statue depicting a chariot wheel wreathed in flame in one room - looks like the quarter of someone important who lived here. Would be important to anyone following Iomedae, it is a representation of Jingh, an iophanite angel
and emissary of Iomedae. I can show you."
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"Yes do that, but first do you know what's in there?" she asks pointing towards the door. "Is it safe in there?" Then turning to her companions she asks, "As we have little time, should we separate to explore rooms in pairs, then shout if you need assistance, if Johann is right about the undead coming our way we need to hurry."
Hornietelle opens the door to room B6 and enters, Perception
"In here, haven't noticed anything, don't know what crept into the first floor, heard something, but found nothing when I investigated."
Hornietelle opens the door a spacious classroom still containing some relatively intact seating and a dusty old rug. To the west, the floor is sodden, and part of it has collapsed, revealing a hole filled with shattered bookshelves, broken chairs, and other decor. Doors exit to the north. She notices a faint glint of metal, must be in the hole.
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Hornietelle calls back to her companions, "There's something metal here, but it looks like the floors rotten and where the floor has fallen, that's where the metal is? Do we want to try and retrieve it?" Hornietelle stays where she is, remembering that when she was initiated into the Society, she saw how a rotten floor can be dangerous, although often the reward was worth the risk. "WE'll need rope to get down there."
As Eovar looks closer, he notices that the soggy floorboards might cave in if he tries to climb in.
Looking at the hole Johann realises that he could try to stabilise the flooor boards before climbing down.
ooc=Craft check
Keemul finds an ornate, ceremonial longsword with a golden, wire-wrapped hilt and a pommel set with large rubies at the bottom. And thanks to Johann's good craftmanship the floor does not give in.
significance, it can be wielded as a nonmagical, battleready longsword.
Mikaela notices noticing nothing at the back and outside, and the staircase seems fine and sturdy.
Area B4: Searching the areas, Hornietelle stumbles across a corpse. Heavy claw marks and deep rips mar this corpse, which lies sprawled and partially covered by the broken desk in the northwest corner. The desiccated flesh of zombies litters the floor around it. Scraps of cloth hang tattered around its mangled hands, which even now are locked into fists.
Dirty rugs, shattered desks, and smashed-in doors are what remains of these small offices. Papers and long-dried inkwells are scattered among the detritus.
mouth has large, broken-off tusk stumps
As she searches Mikaela finds a channel protection amulet and a wayfinder.
Searching around the group finds nothing more of importance and and heads to the upper floor.
This room is lined with bookshelves and sitting mats. Two smaller rooms branch from the main hallway, serving as private study nooks.
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Hornietelle wonders where the step in the middle of the room go? but decides her talents are best used searching the book shelves for Goldenflame College's documented history of both southeastern Lastwall and the activities of the church of Iomedae. [b]"If we are to find the colleges collection of invaluable local curiosities, then its likely we will find those relics and stories we were asked to recover amongst the tomes in here. You carry on and search the rest of the floor whilst I check this out.” she says as she does a search of the book shelves.