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You examine the northern chamber and then the southern one as well. These appear to have been the living areas for each of the two ice devils you recently slayed; you find nothing significant in either of these rooms...
Finding nothing of interest, you move on the eastern door and Daathiel opens it in his usual fashion...it opens into another chamber...
The ceiling of this room is fifteen feet high. Large arched niches fill the east and west walls; various bones are mortared into the niches in artfully arranged patterns, and each is packed with the jawless skulls of countless humans. Each skull has a name painted on its surface, along with dates of birth and death. A ragged hole in the ground to the northeast drops into what appears to be an even deeper cavern...
From your current location, you can detect no traps nor hidden foes...
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Rokgurn acknowledges the gnome's concerns although he finds it curious that she is more scared of the dark than devils or nasty undead creatures.
"Don't worry there is no need for any concern. I will have a good look around before we descend."
"Alie, would you like a lift down after I check it out?"
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Vladek detects no magic whatsoever in this chamber...
Among all the skulls, Daathiel notices one that stands out among the others in the northwest corner. A skull bearing the words Thrasillus Daellum Adella, 4321–4418 still has its jawbone attached (none of the other skulls in the stack do)...
Rokgurn warily checks out the hole in the floor...he sees it drops 10’ into a dusty chamber below...
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"I only know vague descriptions of the other three objects—a dagger befouled, Thrasillus’s voice, and a sister’s keepsake, but I know not where they may be found..."
"Here is the skull of Thrasillus, with jawbone attached. I think Alie is quite right, that it could tell us something. Vladek, you had offered to cast Speak with Dead before? I think now is the right time. But what should we ask Thrasillus?"
Daathiel will remove the skull from its niche.
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"...it's not that simple, and you KNOW it," Says the witch with a mildly reproachful look to the familiar.
"In any case," Vladek extends one upturned palm toward Daathiel, while once again retrieving his hourglass from his Haversack.
"As I said before, this will take Time - most likely one in six of these sands precisely - and Space enough for me to concentrate without any interference from the Land of the Living."
"First thing's first: What do we already know about this...individual?"
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Removing the skull from its niche reveals that it has an exquisite oval ruby etched with the symbol of the cross-eyed medusa clenched between its teeth. Vladek detects transmutation magic emanating from the ruby...
None of you can recall anything about the name belonging to the skull...from looking at his lifespan, you deduce that he was likely a patriarch of the Daellum clan in his era...
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Rokgurn’s elemental searches the chamber below and disappears from view for a bit...
...but comes back about a short time later before the spell expires...
It looks up to Rokgurn from the hole, speaking ploddingly, «Пустая комната внизу ... один проход ведет на северо-запад в большую пустую камеру ... несколько проходов оттуда ...»
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You make your way down thru the hole in the floor with little ado...
The ceiling of this crudely formed chamber stands only eight feet above the floor. The floor here is strewn with dust and gravel, and a hole in the ceiling leads up to the chamber you just left...
After a thorough search, you detect no traps, magic, hidden foes, or anything of significance...
Whisper receives the blessing and then returns to the safety of his satchel.
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Rokgurn snorts agreeing with Yuri's assessment.
"I am fairly certain that the hole in the floor is not part of the original design of the building but I am confident that if you wished to you could make a much more impressive entrance."
"I have seen better work done by giants and that is saying something."
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Finding nothing significant in this chamber you move northwest through the only adjoining passage...
You come to a slightly larger, but just as empty, chamber than the one you left...it also has a low ceiling and three separate chambers seem to be adjacent to this one...
You sense no traps, magic, foes as you enter this area...
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Rokgurn floats above the ground level feeling a bit cramped in his current form.
@GM Otha - Exactly how high is the ceiling? Does the griffon need to squeeze or is at least ten feet high? Also please add +2 to everyone's Initiative while underground (due to Hunter's Blessing). That is easy to forget.
"I am certain we will find something interesting down here."
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As you talk amongst yourselves as to your next course of action, someone appears from the southernmost chamber, perhaps drawn by your chatter, and approaches you slowly...
She appears as a frightfully pale, dark-haired woman, wearing a soiled, old-fashioned gown and with what look like tears of dried blood caked on her cheeks. The lady asks you in a tremulous voice, “Are my daughters unharmed? Have you come to rescue us?”
Whisper creeps out of his cage using the wall as cover to get a good look at this strange sounding creature. He will then return, report and go back into his satchel.
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”Ooo, I’ve seen you before in my vision. Never mind that now. I’m not your daughter, but I’d like to help you, ma’am! Is there anything we can do to help you?”
"Yes, take us out of here...my daughters are over there." She points to the westernmost chamber...
" How long ye bin here? An' whatcha do fer vittles? We ain't had nothin' 'cept rations for what feels like hours..."
The pale lady looks somber, answering sadly, "Too long...and my daughters keep me fed..."
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Rokgurn glances at Daathiel for direction. Whisper might not know anything useful about what they are facing but he has no doubt that she is dangerous and probably not exactly living either. How else would she be able to survive in this ancient crypt for so long a time?
He speaks to the Bard quietly in Terran while floating a couple of feet off the ground.
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Daathiel starts dancing.
He begins his dance slowly, focusing on exact posture, the position of his limbs, even the direction of his gaze, building to a blur of motion.
This is the Pallavi of Nirvana's Blossoming. It will take 3 rounds to complete.
But as it isn't a visibly hostile effect... well, he might get away with it.