Beren, who has returned, lights another cigarette.
Well, then lead the way.
Escher keeps to the front, watchful for problems.
You find that there is an old church dedicated to the Sovereign Host up ahead. You feel that you can rest here.
Usgar cautiously approaches the old church dedicated to the Sovereign Host, carefully scanning the area for any signs of danger. As he approaches the entrance, he notes the worn stone walls and looks for a symbol of the Sovereign Host.
He enters the church, taking in his surroundings.
Lia will also walk around, check the area and take in the architecture.
Usgar cautiously approaches the old church dedicated to the Sovereign Host, carefully scanning the area for any signs of danger. As he approaches the entrance, he notes the worn stone walls and looks for a symbol of the Sovereign Host.
perception : 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
He enters the church, taking in his surroundings.
You notice stained glass windows that are broken. The altar is dirty, and the tapestries are torn. Nevertheless, you feel safe here.
Karsh'e steps into the chapel and sheds his pack. He stretches by arching his back and throwing his arms wide.
"Lucky to rest in the home of the gods." He follows Usgar around the chapel.
"I can stand guard while everybody rests." he offers. "I have no need of sleep."
Escher will walk through, searching for anything unusual.
"I can stand guard while everybody rests." he offers. "I have no need of sleep."
Escher will walk through, searching for anything unusual.
perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
There is maybe a brass cup left, dusty and dirty. Nothing of value, as all of that has been taken. It still feels holy here.
Lia will find a spot to rest for a little while.
The gods... This place is no safer than any other. The gods don't care about us... Thank you, Asher. He lights a cigarette and stares into the darkness for a while, and then falls asleep.
"Can some of you detect if there is something magical?" the shifter asks.
The gods... This place is no safer than any other. The gods don't care about us... Thank you, Asher. He lights a cigarette and stares into the darkness for a while, and then falls asleep.
"Don't you feel more comfortable here than in the tunnels? It might not be true safety, but it is a minor blessing at least."
The half-orc lowers his pack to the ground and begins to set up camp.
"Can some of you detect if there is something magical?" the shifter asks.
"Not me. "
Lia shrugs.
"I doubt anyone left magic just lying around here but I can check."
She will stand up, dust herself off and cast, walking around the room/area to clear it.
Lia shrugs.
"I doubt anyone left magic just lying around here but I can check."She will stand up, dust herself off and cast, walking around the room/area to clear it.
There's nothing magical here. Your detect magic spell reveals nothing. This place is nothing more than an archaeological wonder.
Lia makes a circuit of the room, sits back down where she was.
"As expected, nothing."
Bedroll, blanket, a pot soon replaced in the oversized pack. Months on the road and living on the streets of Sharn have prepared Karsh'e well for a night in the abandoned chapel.
The half orc rolls himself up and tries to sleep.
We can, if everyone is in agreement.
Aye
Ready here as well.
Good to go.
You all wake up, completely rested. You also feel the same holy feeling as you felt where upon waking up. As if the gods were watching over this place. Time to eat breakfast and get on to finding the schema.
In the morning Karsh'e repacks his bag. He takes care to wrap the pot and other metal pieces so that it will clank less loudly.
"I have three days worth of rations. We can share them out."
"Let us be off then."
Lia stands up, dusts herself off and heads towards the exit.
"Well, come on. Let's try to get this done with a minimum of pain and death."
"I'm ready," he says and he moves to the front to deal with surprises as they come up.
Beren checks the bolts in his multi-shot crossbow, throws out a cigarette butt, coughs terribly and after that wiping away tears and taking a breath nods. I'm ready too.
"Lead the way, Escher."
Karsh'e heaves the pack to shoulder level and struggles into the straps. "Lead on."
With Escher in the lead, you make your way out of the ruined church and into more of the ruins. You eventually make your way north to find your selves standing next to a building with Adamantine doors. The doors are locked and not one of you has the key. Another curious feature about them is that it has the ancient symbol of House Cannith on them. Is this the structure you're looking for?
"Does the journal reference anything about this?" he asks. "I'm not familiar with picking locks."
Lia checks the journal again, looking for clues to this door.
Lia checks the journal again, looking for clues to this door.
There is mention of a key that can be used to open the lock. Besides that, nothing.
Is this a dead end or do we have other passages?
There are other passages.
"mm. It seems we are looking for a key. I doubt it will be lying around unguarded either..."
"But why would it be anywhere near here?"
"I would assume someone has it. Now we just have to find this person... that we know nothing about. Let us take one of these passages and see what we find.."
"If we do find it, it will be a great tale."
* clears his throat * I bet we don't have a burglar, do we? Then we go to look for the key.
Beren looks around for footprints. Perhaps someone has been here recently and this will tell you where to go to look for the key?
Lia sees Beren looking for signs of passage and sighs, "I should have thought of that. Good job."
She takes a look as well.
You see a Warforged in one of the passages, holding a key. "Looking for this?" he asks.
Yes. Beren is no longer surprised by anything. These are strange days and strange places filled with strange encounters. A series of strange events in the abyss of meaningless existence. You want to help us?
Lia mutters in a low voice, "It can't be this easy."
And then louder, "Why yes, if that is the key to the large door back there, we are looking for it. What is your name?"
"It must be a trap. This warforged is part of the larger tribe that attacked us." Katshe mutters back.
He shrugs off his pack and drops his hand to his waist, where it deftly loosens the whip wound there.
"I work for the Lord of Blades," says the Warforged. "You are going to help me get that Schema."
Escher simply strides forward. "We are at an impasse. Give up the key or fight for it."
"Wait, no need to fight, we have the same goal. We can help recover this schema if you unlock the door." Kaine says with his most innocent expression.
"Let's just get him to open the door first." He whispers to Escher.
Karsh'e nods in approval at the stratagem. Still suspecting a trap, he glances behind the party.