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The wooden planks which makeup the stairs are little more than a framework sticking out of the wall, but still seem climbable. Those who ascend the stairs to any degree to scout ahead recognize quickly though that after two "floors" of the exposed steps which creak with every step, reveal that the landing at the top leads only to a collapsed path way, similar to the one at the bottom corner of the room. Piles of stone and wood block any indication of a doorway or hatch that lead out. This seemingly impassable approach does provide, however, a distinct vantage point for a possible solution.

Campre sleepily looks from one member of the group to the next, the blood loss having taken it's toll. "Dreams...? You want me to climb out of this nightmare? Desna protect me, I will travel as far as needed to escape..."

Give me an Climb/Acrobatics, a Perception check and an Intelligence/Knowledge Engineering check for those who tried out the rickety stairs.

The door opens with a lot of noise and close inspection shows that it is somewhat crooked. The room is fifteen feet by thirty. A broad chute extends diagonally through one of this cellar's half-crumbled stone walls. Beneath it lies heaped more than a dozen mutilated and hairless humanoid bodies. Nearby, a flight of rickety, wooden steps climbs toward the high ceiling, an escape none of the room's current occupants seem capable of employing. The smell of rot and decay in the room is nearly overwhelming, and the buzz of flies hangs in the air.

All are dead, some having been so for days. You also notice that many of them are wearing the same thing: a plain, white uniform that buttons in the front. It is very similar to the doctor's outfit worn by the doppelganger. The chute to the west is 8 feet off of the floor.

The man Era is helping, weakly resists any efforts to move him into the room."Please nooo.. He turns to fifteen, begging in a disorientated manner."My name is Campre. I don't deserve this. Don't let them do this..."

Regina notices after a quick examination of the furnace and it's inner workings the vents leading up and out of the furnace are particularly wide with offshoots and seams providing hand and foot placements. In fact it's just wide enough for a person to squeeze through with some effort...

You also aid the man as best you can but it seems he is beyond the help of someone without proper medical knowledge.

The bags that Sad examines are filled with all of your party's non weapon and non clothing goods. The groups personal belongings are mixed together haphazardly, seemingly prepped for the furnace.

Era however, finds that the barrels are in fact filled with large clumps of hair. The assortment of follicles seems to belong to a multitude of people. Each barrel is half full of various organic fiber, small hairs and long hairs. The disconcerting find seems to be drenched in a sweet scented oil and prepared for the burner.

The man slides off the table, propping himself up with Era or anyone willing to hold him and mutters to Sad, "No...Not a-all of us."
He continues to wheeze and shake, staring out at the world with bloodshot hollow eyes."You're all so brave but I-I-I think you'll need far more...

Out of the weapons, Quinn finds a second pair of shears, Sad has a potential chair leg, and Era has a trowel. Where do you guys go?

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