Sarzuket fires another bolt at the blue-vested foe!
The bolt surges through one of the humanoids !
MEETING IN THE MACABRE LABRATORY! - Second Round Cont'd!
Humanoid (blue) -18 HP
Ashtoret
Humanoid (yellow) -11 HP
Korum
Goldur
Merisiel
Sarzuket
Tusk -6 HP
I'll leave you two boys with your playmate..I'll find another dance partner... Meri says as she tries to weave her way to get to the other threat.
She stalks up to the other foe and stabs it in the ribs.
The dwarf's hammer batters down one foe in an instant.
The other is readily overcome by other Pathfinders. The strike of just one would likely have been enough to drive the humanoid away. The combination of all three is more than fatal.
The stairs are such that the raucous music of Lady Morilaeth’s revelry would have easily echoed down the stairway from chamber above, along with the screams of excited celebrants, had the party not already dispensed with the festivities and the revelers.
Although most of the dwarven items that once resided here have been destroyed, this laboratory still holds scrolls describing lost artistic techniques and valuable secrets of stonecutting and weaponsmithing. A dozen valuable dwarven texts can be found, along with a healer’s kit and 10 odd devices wrought of metal and glass—strange tools used by the recently-deceased torturers. Among the dwarven texts are those of inked by Torvic Scrathmane, now discarded and lying heaped in a pile of trash, fertilizer for the mushrooms.
Another set of texts if written in a decidedly-non-dwarven language.
In the far southeast room lies the remains of a once whimsical-looking humanoid sporting wildly colored gossamer wings.
Oh...my.. Meri says as she realizes the blade she picked up might be the weapon used to kill the fey.
Can one of you boys break this? I don't want this used on another living being... she asks Tusk and Korum as she hands them the cold iron blade, clearly repulsed at the thought of her touching the weapon that did such a barbaric thing.
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”Aye,” Goldur says somberly, inspecting the body. ”Killed by a—“ He eyes the cold iron rapier in Meri’s hand and the look on her face. ”Well, it’s not important. What is important is bringing him with us so he might be buried by those who knew him.”
”And these,” he adds, picking up the papers, ”are probably worth tak— oh hells,” he mutters. ”They're written in Aklo.” He mumbles a spell and touches his lips. ”Now let me see…”
He frowns deeply at the detailed descriptions of torture methods and concoctions used. ”Well these will no doubt be of use to the Society,” he concludes, folding up the papers and stowing them away. ”But these are best left undiscussed. Although, might I suggest not drinking anything we find in here.”
Having salvaged the only thing of interest in the pile, Tusk is ready to move on. After giving everyone else a moment to catch up, but only a moment, Tusk opens the first door he comes to (as shown on the map by his icon).
The room beyond once served as living quarters, but contains nothing of interest.
Save for the chamber holding the giant ants and the prisoners that you had freed, the remainder of the Gallery of Wonders is now quiet and peaceful.
"The aid in healing that you provided earlier has restored my sight!" Lyrehawk informs Goldur. "It will be good to set eyes upon my friends among the Eagle Knights again."
As you depart with Lyrehawk and the others, you are greeted near the entrance, you are greeted by Torvic. He is grateful for the work you have done to clear this ancestral gallery, but he is eager to return to his home and spread word of his discovery. Once told, it will be little time before other dwarves arrive, eager to reclaim the Gallery of
Wonders. Eventually, because of the party’s discovery, dwarven craftsmen in the Five Kings Mountains are certain to rediscover some of the techniques of their lost master artisan.
Upon your return to Almas, Venture-Captain Brackett reports that word of your discovery has apparently already begun spreading through the Five Kings Moujntains and that the party reportedly enjoys a small bit of celebrity with the dwarves of there. Meanwhile, here in Almas, the rescue of Lyrehawk has brought goodwill as well. It turns out the Lyrehawks friends among the Andoren Eagle Knights in Almas are quite influential. The knights offer you all a lavish feast and gift you with ten +1 fey bane arrows. Brackett instructs you to enjoy your well-deserved fame, food, and fortunes. He notes, however, that it won't be long before the Society calls upon each of you again.
Well...being in the good graces of dwarves is a very handy thing...especially if you need a weapon crafted...or where the best drinks are to be found. I think we need to celebrate..clear our minds of the fell things we ran into...first round is on Tusk... Meri says as playfully slaps the orc on the shoulder. She seems to be in a bit more pleasant state of mind.
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He notes, however, that it won't be long before the Society calls upon each of you again.
"The Society can take its time if it likes. I certainly won't be rushing them."
After bidding a fond farewell to his new allies, with all the appropriate hopes that they'll meet again, Goldur returns home. He sits at his desk and pulls out parchment and quill, determined to write while the memories are fresh in his mind. Let's see... The Lost Gallery? Forgotten Treasures? No, those won't do. He thinks back on the adventure they had together. It was a lost gallery, for sure, but its creator had had little enough to his name. Only now would such lost crafts be appreciated to their fullest.
He dipped his quill and wrote his title across the top of the page. The Beggar's Pearl.