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Chord is going away from post for a bit. RL is getting in the way(school projects) and I dont want to hold you guys up. Thank you for the fun and good luck with the Mystery :)

Haydog successfully kills the horses before they're able to cause any damage, and chord simply cuts the ropes freeing the horses bodies as they fall to the ground.

Chord raises an eyebrow as the horses fall to the ground dead.

"Nice shooting Haydog. The murderers have been slain, mystery solved. Guess we can get back to finding those graverobbers, unless the horses where them, makes about as much sense as the rest of the odd stuff going on around this town... wha, where you going... wait, wait! I'm coming with you!" Chord runs after Haydog off into the sunset

The horses ignore the proffered apple. The horses also don't calm down at Chord's urging Here I'm assuming So in a slightly louder voice Chord goes ahead and tries speak with animals.

Chord realizes the horses are not going to be any help and so he cuts their tether to the wagon to let them run off their energy without injuring anyone else

"There you go, go find some grass to calm yourselves."

Chord looks at the others to see if they learned anything

Stepping out from the temple you witnesses a disturbing scene slowly becoming more organized. It appears that a team of four horses, all frothing at the mouth, and stomping wildly, who had been pulling a large wooden wagon with a now terrified looking farmer - has smashed into the northern side of the inn, leaving a great bloody mess on the side of the inn and the wagon from the man, now missing his head, who had been slammed between the two objects.

The Sheriff and Dexter seem to have taken charge of the scene, and stand interrogating the farmer and the witnesses.

Chord seeing the sheriff and Dexter has it under control, tends to the horses producing water for them and looking into his pack to see if he has any apples. He then tries to get the animals calm.

"Easy, easy, whoa" Handle animal:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

If Chord can get the horses calm, he will cast in a soft voice.

"I sing the language of nature, so I may converse with thee. In Equine, I speak entwine, to learn what must be."

Chord then communicates to the four startled companions

Mrs. Lynnoria! Mrs. Lynnoria! Come quick!

*You here shouting coming from up the stone steps out of the crypt*
Someones been killed, Aye they have, and they need you out in the Town Square right quick Mrs. Lynnoria!

Chord runs back with Mrs. Lynnoria telling the others.

"Someone ELSE has been killed? Makes sense, after you rob the crypt of all its denizens, you need to get new corpses from somewhere I suspect. I just hope it wasnt Vern... I havent seen him all day!"

You find an empty alcove to the south, that appears to have been disturbed recently, bearing traces of dried blood, without any body resting there.

Looks with disgust over the desecration, takes notes on who's crypt it was, checks to see if the blood leads to a secret door and if nothing else turns up, Chord moves to the other southern hall proceeding with caution to (3,3) on the Pharisman Crypt Map

"Stealing from the departed is one thing, destroying a burial site is another."

Perception to look around as I continue to cover the crypt:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15
Picture of an actual crypt

Make some perception checks in the northern and southern areas of the crypt if you like.

Chord checks to the south looking around for clues and adventure stuff. Perception:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

Oh, and just because I think you guys might like it - Here's the map of the temple of Pharasma from my notes - nix the stable :P

You need to add a legend for the map :P

You also need to provide information for the north and south areas in the crypt, unless you intend for us to adventure inside the temple :P

If the hallway is one thing to us and another for Lynnoria, then we can not take that route( when the others arrive) and lynorria will be fighting said being without our aid because we can not see/interact with the being. If we need to stay put till the others arrive, let us know. I guess I am just not sure what we need to be doing. Need GM intervention.

Has someone already cast Detect Magic on the door? I can't remember.

No one has cast Detect Magic on it yet. I just assumed it was magical with the moving visage of the tree going through the seasons. The spell may give us more information

I do believe someone was down there, but they seem to have gone around the corner for now, so what do you think we should do.

"I told Dexter we would wait for him here at the tree door. He has business in the Pathfinder's lodge and i do not think it will detain him him long. I suggest we seach the area south and north and keep a watch eye for anything that comes out of that door." Looks up at Lynnoria "Though you are welcome to come with us, you may be safer topside. This door was what I wanted you to see. I was hoping its meaning would shed some light with you here. Setrek is practicing good record keeping. His maps should be avaiable to you upon our return."

The door, while still open, firmly persists in it's attachment to the wall. You also do not see the figure that Lynnoria speaks of either.

"I do not see it." Chord says in earnest and looks to his companions. "Do either of you see the being past the portal?"

"I've been doing some mapping, yes, also trying to take what notes I can about this place. I certainly would not be surprised to find it had many doors in many different planes, especially given how it just appeared with an audible thump in our hallway in the inn."

"Apeared! in the inn? Then that would mean the grave robbers could be anywhere? Is there any way to detect where and when one of these are near and how far they go? How do you tell the diffrence between a plane door and just a plain door? The shimmering? Could all of them be dimentionally challenged?" Chord rubs his forehead in grief. "This could theoretically take longer than I anticipated."

Chord grabs hold of Lynnoria, by her right wrist, just before she steps over the threshold. Her left arm continues to wave on through the door momentarily disappearing until she pulls it back.

Chord thinks to himself "why cant she see the door. She passes through as if it was not real. Magic maybe?"

No, I don't see any door, but look down the hall, does that figure down there look like its moving to any of you?

"I dont see a figure, just a door. Let me adjust my eyes." Chord rubs his eyes and takes another look for he disbelieves the door is there and may be an illusion of some kind.

Will save to disbelieve:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 +5 will, +2 Illusion resistant

i love that sensation...YAY multi encounters

to chord
no fear my little friend im already one step ahead of you as chord turns to tell cinder to ready his weapon he sees that cinder's weapon is already in hand

Chord turns around to see that wild eyed look in Cinder's eyes, the twitchyness of cinders hands readied for some yet unseen spirit to accidentally walk in front of Cinder's bloodthirsty vengence, the drool slowly edging its way down the corner of Cinder's mouth.

"er, why yes Cinder, maybe we should split up and cover more ground this side of the door. Why dont you and your scimitar head north and Setrek and myself will cover the southern passage. The area is kind of small so please check to make sure it is us before you swing." A wide smile appears on Chords cheeks.

Turns to Setrek and the rest who have accompanied them

"I feel I missed something about your entrance to the crypt. Though we met behind the tree door. How was it you came by that hall? My concern would be there may be other secret ways and portals into the crypt. Maybe I should map out what we have so far, or is that what you are doing.." Chord points at Setrek's chapbook

Oh, poor Edrey, should have been laying to rest here, died mysteriously back on Calistril 20th along with a couple of other farmers.

Chord looks up at Lynnoria "Mysteriously? maybe there is a link between how they died and why his remains were taken. What was the cause of death?"

With this you lead Lynnoria back to the magical doors, and she acts as if she's about to walk through without first stopping in front of the wide open doors.

Chord grabs Lynnoria by the wrist "Wait!" Dont you see the tree door before you?"

Chord looks around to see if the drag marks lead anywhere else and while he has Lynnoria down here will take inventory of those interred who have been taken. After looking around the door area, we will head in a clockwise direction, going south first.

Tells Cinder "Ready your weapon in case there are more spirits about."

[ooc]Perception:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

Ugh, everyone really wants to go in different directions then eh? :P Oh well, can only handle so many of these at once so may be a bit before I get to wherever your going

Take your time guy, I chose not to go to the pathfinder society beacuse i am not a member. Not sure if I could attend. Figured i would be useful while i waited on the pathfinders to get back

With that, Dexter will bow again, and unless someone else in the party has concrete directions of how to proceed with the investigation, he will probably seek out the Pathfinder's Office.

Chord tells Dexter as he is leaving with whoever goes with him. "I will spend my time waiting for you near where we fought the spirits. I want to show Lady Linnoria the tree door while we are at it. I wont go past the door."

Chord heads back down to the place where he fought the first spirit and looks there for clues/drag marks.

Perception:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

Chord will move to position (5,14) on the Pharisman cript map and show the empty niche to the Pharisman.

"I am sorry you had to see this."

...today is The Day of Bones, or rather the 5th of the month of Pharast. You were thankfully only missing a single day.

"If I may be permitted to ask? What is the Day of Bones and why is it on the 5th? ... oh wait?!? I missed a day? That is FIVE whole meals I missed!!!! NOOoooooooo"

Did you find out what caused the ghosts to rise up? The Sheriff said that you were following some tracks deeper into the crypt...

"We followed the tracks to three sets of magical non friendly doors. One of which opened to the sounding word "Saseme". I used skill to open the second and the third opened on its own accord."

After Chord rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath, he continues.

"...behind the door was a room that lead to a room with a magical bar that gave you almost everything to wished for, a stupid room with training dummies and a bow and arrow or two, three bunkbeds, two chests, 7 chairs, a magical braclet pedistal which produces braclets that help you count to 716 but it doesnt count like 1,2, 3, 4, 5... but just 716, it was once on 715 but it incremented on itself."
wonders if he said something wrong, and the moment quickly passes.
"So... this door open with a giant dog, er no, lion, er no, GIANT LI-OG THINGY and it tells us , its going to eat us unless we guess its riddle, and it was a nasty riddle but Dexter, being the riddle solver master beat it and it said it would let us go and gave Dexter a bag and told us to never say Alset...mmmmrrrrrphhh" chord covers his mouth before finishing.

... and these are Dexter and Teddy, master riddle-solvers and Pathfinders, among other things."

"Dexter, m'lady, is the riddle solver, Teddy, not so much."

Chord makes a sign with his hand with thumb and forfinger real close together. "He is just awaing a tiny riddle to solve."

"yes indeed lets be on our way"

"Which way out of here if you please? I thought Setrek and Dexter said they had checked out all the doors here?"

Hm, Very good Dexter, all you have said is true, and the rest I am able to pick out of your mind, very interesting facts in there I might add, so I will permit you to take an item with you beyond this place.

Chord checks Dexter's head for any obvious sign of intrusion and asks Dexter "Did it hurt?"

Take this with you, as I don't believe you've realized yet extradimensional spaces tend to get out of sync with the time in this room, one of the places assorted limitations, but heres a sack, it can only hold up to five pounds, or three different things - whichever limitation you reach first, I'm sure you'll find it useful though. Now go forth, you've rested here long enough, also DON'T repeat what I'm about to say until you have a better idea of what's going on, and are ready for another riddle, Alseta

shakes his head in disagreement "Worry not, I dont think I shall ever utter that word. I value my life more than wagering it on a riddle."

Wonders if he can get that drunken oaf of an ogrekin at the tavern to speak the word at a most unfortunate moment to assist Chord's escape in the future. Boy, wouldnt he be surprised! and I doubt the oaf has an ounce of brain to figure out the slightest riddle. Now, that I think of it,where have I head that name before?

Bardic Knowledge:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"Therefore, it may be safe to say that it can only create material that eventually breaks down and rots, and makes new food and drink from that material, essentially recycling the same material over and over and over and over."

With this, Chord spins his head in a circular pattern kind of like a bobble head"

"The material comes from some source created at the time the bar was created; it cannot create honey, wine, or salted fare because it's source is a contained source with no further additions to it possible, and to create honey, wine, salt, or even dried fruit would be to deplete it's source. Since it can only continue to create as long as it can recycle, reducing the amount available to recycle would mean that what is clearly supposed to function indefinitely would eventually run dry and no longer function."

Chord's jaw drops in amazement

Well, you have all had plenty of time to think about my riddle now, so does any of you think they are capable of solving it?

~Where does food come from out of thin air,
In a time that's never been
Why can it serve crab, roast duck, and hen
but not honey, wine, or Salted fare ~

"Well if it is out of thin air, its not from now, If its in a time that has never been, then it would be some time in the future. Live creatures could be brought to from there, but dead would would mean it would be dead in a future sense, however dead could also mean if it was dead, it may be out of reach or domain of the one sending it to us. So death is out of reach, living or recently dead is ok. Still, I have to admit I am not sure. I would hate to guess wrongly and be eaten.... Somewhere in that logic is a sicilian. I am sure of it, and not to match wits when death is on the line.Anyone have any iocane?"

In front of Chord a round, frosted birthday cake appears covered in white icing, with red lettering on the top, "Recycled from Rotten" is clearly spelled out in neat strokes.

"Ah, now it starts to make some sense." Chord sticks his head out the doorway to get his companions attention.

"Setrek, Chilam, Cinder come here and ponder what I am pondering."

While he is waiting to see the results of his experiment, Dexter will detect magic on the bar.

"Why hello sir, are you the invisible wizard companion Setrek spoke of? and where did Dexter go off to? and why are you telling him what he is going to do to the bar? Let him eat his fill, now run along now.."

I sometimes forget to change my avatar also

Dexter will return to the bar and make another order, "Cow's milk, goat's milk, mead, ale(beer), whiskey, the strongest dwarven ale ever, moonshine, raisins, prunes, a fine aged blue cheese, and honey tea, with a glass of iced lemonade and a bowl of strawberry ice cream with chocolate syrup to wash it all down."

Looks with suspicion at Dexter

"Prunes? Why prunes? or raisins for that matter. The food they serve is fresh. Why not ask for plums and grapes? I will not stand by and watch a fellow gnome settle for less when there is better to be had."

Looks at the bar and says "Two bowls, one of grapes, one plums"

Since I see that you have already discovered the delights of the bar,

I ask you
~
Where does food come from out of thin air,
In a time that's never been
Why can it serve crab, roast duck, and hen
but not honey, wine, or Salted fare
~

Chord overhears the conversation in the other room and quickly asks the bar

"I would like to know...
where your food comes from out of thin air too
In that time I have never seen
can you write it on a slab, with luck, and in pen
but for me, mine, for alt led clue?"

Waits to see what the bar gives him this time.

Then it all disappears and a small closed wooden cask appears before Chord with the words "Property of Cayden" scratched onto the lid.

Chord smiles and says "thank you" attaching the small cask to the top of his backpack, securely

Link: Map of the area.

Chord walks over the bar and attepts to test the magical properties.

"Lets see how good this bar really is..." A smile crosses the gnomes lips as a sudden thought of mischief comes to him.

"I waaaaaaant.....A pint of bard's brew from the best tavern from Ivy District in Absolam, A travellers cask of goutcleaner ale from Dongun Hold in Alkenstar, a elfin bottle of Verduran wine from Brellis,Andoran, A shot of orcish deathswill from Belkzen, A bottle of Diabolical Chelish port & a wand of negation to break the circle of protection on the stopper..."

This goes on for several minutes until Chord has tested the bar to produce a drink from every corner of the inner sea. Some drinks he had only heard of, others he never dared to try, some that are extremely costly, some magical and a few known to be even deadly.

Once they are all there, if they appear at all. Chord will say "I have changed my mind! Just a small travel cask of something that Caden Caliean would have liked to have drunk. Thank you"

To Chord: "Your name is Chord? Marvelous! Do you have siblings named Diad and Unison?

Chord shakes his head in disagreement "No sir, but my sister's brother's father was named Diad and my niece's father's cousin on her brother's side was named Miom. I dont think my Diad could have named me Unison since he had two boys."

Were your parents named Note? Notes make a Chord and all that.

Chord shakes his head in disagreement"No sir, A chording to the notes of my birth which has my name as Chord, my mother Sonnet and my Diad wrote it down in agreement. She also wrote.."

Irrisen has nothing to show more fair
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A beautiful dragon off for a fly
Soaring and diving in cold morning air
The fun of the hunt, preying on fear
Diving onto them from high in the sky
Leaving the blood and the carcass to lie
Their organs he gulps, their bones he strips bare
Majestically soaring, diving so steep
Preying on villagers, their screaming so shrill
Yet dragon knowledge is eternal, their thinking so deep
Their home always natural, valley, rock or hill
For decades they wake, centuries they sleep
Ruling the sky with finely honed skill

Chord lets out a slight sniffle as he looks to the ground and shrugs

"she would have finished it but that's about the time when she was killed by the dragon."

Although wait, that's wrong because then you'd need three parents. Two would be a diad... ACH!

Chord shakes his head in disagreement"No sir, I dont need three parents but I do have them. After my mother passed away. I found out my Diad wasn't my real Diad after all. My natural Father had been Daid for twenty three years buried under a tree by the water."

But never mind me, sir, I'm burbling. Jokes were never my strong suit. Terribly sorry. At any rate, it is a pleasure to meet you!

"the pleasure is mine good sir. I have never really seen a wizard cast magic without aid of staff or wand of Haydogs design."

"Would any of you perchance have need for scrolls for Charm Person, Spectral Hand, or Zone of Truth?"

Spellcraft:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

"Charm Person is a good spell, Zone of Truth might be a cursed scroll and Spectral Hand should be good if you can find all the rest of the Spectral parts scrolls... like Spectral Eye and Spectral Torso, eventually you can combine them to a Summon Spectre scroll." Chord looks optimistic

Opening the door furthest to the east on the south wall reveals a room filled with three bunk-beds, two desks each with a high-backed padded chair, and what appears to be a bar lined up with seven stools, although it has no area behind it with room for a person t stand. All of the wood in the room is made out of the same darkwood, and it all bears intricate carvings related to the transition of time.

Chord observes seven stools, three beds and two desks. Sees Haydog and Cinder eating at the bar and says "you realize that food may be thousands of years old? If it is even real."

checks the beds
Perception:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32

"Perhaps before we go too far, everyone should grab a bracelet; aside from the time keeping aspect, they seem to have some kind of link with each other that could come in handy if the group gets split up."

Before Chord grabs a bracelet, he asks "Is this the treasure traded? Did you guys give anything for this bracelet?"

"well we encountered 4 ghosts on our way here before we stepped through the last door haydog...who is putting on the bracelet...talked to the priestess and she said she never seen any doors like these in her crypts before...so I'm just as confused as you."

"and I am more confused that both of you put together."

to setrek

"well we have rooms at the inn but we accepted a job from the high priestess lynnoria to quell the undead uprising in the crypts below their temple before the festival tomorrow. We came across a set of magical doors that led us here."

"Not just A set, but THREE sets, of unfriendly, magical doors."

Dexter chuckles as Teddy gives his best impression of a sigh. "That would be Teddy, and you may find him a bit tougher than your average scorpion. I don't know that he even is a scorpion in actuality, since he seems to know far more than any other scorpion I have ever met. I keep telling him that taking the form of a psuedodragon would be not only be much more cool, but also avoid the difficulties of constantly being threatened to be squished. He's stubborn, though, and insists that he likes that form for some reason. 'tis a pleasure to see that I am not the only small folk present; I don't have anything against the bigger folk, but they can sometimes forget my physical limitations."

Chord, perplexed, lowers his flute and raises his eyebrow

Glancing again at Chord's flute he says "You sir, with the flute. Are you a bard? A storyteller? Anything you can make out of the riddle, here? "Traded Treasure" seems straightforward but what riddle do riddle-speakers fear?"

Chord looks back over the riddle speaking aloud

"Mother, mother, sleeping here
Speak the riddle speakers secret fear
Since you have made it within
Traded treasure, let’s begin"

Chord contemplates and thinks about any of the key words of the riddle that may give him some clue to the passing word
Bardic Knowledge:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 "Mother, Riddle speaker, and fear"

"First line could mean a female should say the word, or reference to a priestess of Pharisma, even a midwife. The second in my opinion is the clue for the passing word or key phrase to move past the door. Based on the second line alone I would guess the word to be Correct Answer or Correct Guess which is not bad if not wrapped in the following two sentences which suggest that if you have made it to this door you have to give something to get passage"

Scratches his head "Maybe we should look around more for clues to this puzzle." Notices his friends have moved off and goes after them.

Wow, you guys were busy typing :) Sorry, school kept me busy today. *Reads through a billion posts*

Chord blinks as the last door opens, amazed at the over the top secuirty in the catacombs.

"I was sure there was going to be another door there"

Seeing the two people in the room beyond, he quickly draws out his flute like he is going to stab someone with it. and then realizes.. these two look like adventurers, not graverobbers and whips the flute back behind him as he blushes.

"I beg your pardon and that of your family's. Please forgive my confusion, I mistook you for common thieves! Well, maybe not so common, wealthy mage like thieves with flasks and vials and..."

Eyeing the party of four warily Setrek does not raise his rapier or change his stance. He instead raises his off hand in greeting. "Hello! I am Setrek Dalltur, Lost and Found is my trade. These are the Pathfinders Dexter and Teddy." He gestures at the gnome standing next to him.

"Ah, what a coincidence, how odd, that you would be also travelling with an invisible companion as we are. Simple amazing!"

Chord is astonished

"Well now, if I may, if you please, if you do not object, suspect or think otherwise. I am Chord, 1st flute of Irrisen, Chosen herald of the Stag Lord from the Stolen lands which have until recently been reaquired, Storyteller, Historian,Keeper of lore,wine women and song, persurer of the trivial yet faithful of the wandering path. Eventually I shall find my way."

Chord bows before the Pathfinders, turns to his companions

"This is Haydog, a wizard of unusual art, his wands of fire and thunder can be quite alarming. And may I present Cinder, the slayer of ghosts and Chiliam, the effective but vocally challenged."

Chord gestures to a blank wall.

Vern the unseen and extremely silent."

Chord turns to Dexter
Perception:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32

"I must admit it warms the heart to find such kindred..." Chord spots something crawling on Dexter's shoulder. Whipping his flute over his head he says. "...Dont move! There's scorpion on your shoulder. I'll get it!"

Four handles, Chord considers the thought that it requires four people to open. GM:Does the four handles are each in 1/4th quadrant of the door? Where one may make a "X" patter if rope was used to pull the door from all handles at once? Also, is there any dirt/dust between 2nd and third door? I am looking for sliding/shifting clues

Perception1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23

i tell the group this before i leave

Chord tells Haydog.

"Do be careful and all. There may be more restless spirits about."

Looks at Cinder and says.

"Looks like it is just us two now. Well, its time I try my hand at portal opening."

Chord stands just a few feet from the door, pulls a rusty key from a pouch. Looks at the floor in front of the door and says..

"oh, this will not do. Not so at all."

Chord steps back a ways till he can find dust and dirt on the floor and gathers a fistful. He moves back to the clean floor and pours the sandy dust on the floor. With key in hand, he draws a pattern on the floor with the key whilst speaking melodically

"Knock knock, open wide, see what's on the other side,
Knock knock, any more, come with me through the Magic Door."

Casts Knock. If it works, Chord looks at Cinder and says..

"Please ,do not speak of my magical ways around Haydog. I am terribly afraid of the wizard and wish not to provoke him."

Chord goes back to his flute playing. Mentioning with a little ribbing at the wizard...

"Door Opening is sure time consuming work. Good thing its not a dwarven door; I had forgotten my camping gear."

Ships are a sailing

"Welcome to the game!"

Ane is doing a fine job. I myself love the pace because it allows me to get RL stuff done and play when i get a moment or two in.

Heard anymore from Khairn?

looks like we have to go to plan b. b as in burn it down any objections? state them now before its to late as i head towards the second door

Notices Haydog getting ready to burn down the door and tumbles back to position 15,12.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Let me give the mages some room to work."

Acrobatics:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Ending his tumble, he sits indian style on the floor and exchanges his shortbow for his flute hoping to inspire some competance.

Perform(flute):1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

Chord stops and remembers a tale from the Kingdom of Lastwall
Perform(Storytelling)1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

"A Prudent Thief...

And so he was a thief no more for that was part of the deal.
His bet was lost because she gave him what he went there to steal.
So other thieves may scorn and mock his name and tale but still they flock
For a drink and a look at the Empresses Lock... the finest tavern in Vigil.

Original song by the Brobdingnagian Bards, slightly pathfinderized

Ane,

I just updated my sheet and still have to get gear but ran out of time. Have a look and let me know what you think. I used an online generator to do the sheet.

Chord's updated Character Sheet

Upon Haydog's request, the door opens itself...

Chord blinks in pure amazement and then looks at Haydog with raised eyebrow.

"Have you been here before?"

He contemplates the simplicity of the door lock for such an ornate entryway.

"I wonder if people ARE to pass this way often. I keep forgeting the Pharismians enjoy the dead's company and if this area is meant to be traveled often, you would not want a lock with a hard to find key."

Behind the first door is another door, carved from the same dark wood with 3 carvings layered on top of each other. The top carving shows a baby wrapped in a cloth, the carving below that displays a small boy, and the carving below that shows a young man - each carving seeming to contain the one above it fully - staring at the carving gives the impression that the images make small movements with one another

"I am getting the impression of TIME as a theme. With the earlier door's tree cycle, wonder why this one stops as a young man though, if it were to show all cycles of life, wouldnt he be old?"

Do the Drag marks continue through the child door? Anything like a handle on this door? Chord goes up the the next door(20,11) and listens near the crack where the door meets the floor.

Perception:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

what happened to the or other two fellows in the party

Chord looks up, scratches his head and then remembers

"Oh, you mean Vern. I havent seen him. I guess that would be normal after he cast an invisibility spell. He is probably watching us now from some secure and safe location, laughing at our missteps. The other gentleman,Ailbien, was outside the babershop but i dont think he decided to join us on this venture."

There are indeed tracks all over down here, from the feet of no less than 10 different people, not counting the ones the appear as you step, briefly looking at the footprints. There also appears to be some kind of drag mark on the floor heading east.

Points to the drag marks on the floor and does his best to follow the direction of the marks away from the robbed site.

"These marks here may have been the corpses dragged from their resting places. If we follow them, we may find some really dead, dead things and not the not-so-dead-and-really-angry dead things."

Chord doesnt have survival but he may be able to follow the drag marks a little. Is there adequate lighting down here?

Perception to follow drag marks: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

My deputy was supposed to meet me here quite a while ago, I'll have to go find out what's happened to that boy.

"Could the lad be down here and maybe went the other passage we passed back there?"

Lynnoria mentioned some kind of reward, that I suppose you'll all be wanting, but if you wouldn't mind could you look about a bit more down here and see if you could find any more clues as to what might be going on?

"Might as well. The spirits were looking for their bodies I assume since they were telling us... " Speaking in a moaning spirit like talk

Perform(Storytelling):1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24 "Whears~muh~boddie~?!?"

Chords lurches forward with upward ragdoll like arms and googly eyes. He then composes himself and looks at the floor.

"if somone walked off with the corpses, they may leave tracks in the dusty tomb, unless of course we have lost them with all our battling."

Chord places his nose close to the ground and tries to divine if there had been tomb robbers here, and if so, where did they go?
Perception:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Looks over the elderly man, checking his wounds.

"Deputy, er no sir, or at least not me. I beg your pardon, but if I may take a guess, are YOU the sheriff?"

Looks on the guy for a badge of station or symbol.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"Are you hurt? You are awefully brave to be in such unfriendly circumstances and to be quite honest, well sir meant with no disrespect, at your age?!? Shouldnt you leave this kind of business to more youthful, capable hands?"

Just to help everyone out

Click this map that shows Chord's view

Moves around the corner to position 6,9 and will assist Chilam with the spirit at 8,10. Chord's shortbow twangs a lone solid note sending a whistling arrow toward the spirit.

Initiative:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Shortbow:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
DamageIfHit1d6 ⇒ 5

"Quickly, before they curse him again!"

Notices his companions are not speaking common and wonders if he may be cursed.

"I cant understand you! Curse my gnome ears!"