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Kitchen Store Room: You find a secret door.
Conference room: Ummmm, nothing.
Bedrooms: Just sappy letters to loved ones and dirty clothes... nothing of value or importance.
Storage: The thugs' stash includes several valuable oil paintings, an ivory and silver candelabra, silk bed sheets, and a sack containing an assortment of semi-valuable jewelry. None of these belong to the Pathfinders nor the manor, you can probably sell these to 'defray' your costs for this mission. ;)
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Shalla and Tambric accompany Levistus upstairs to the conference room, where they proceed to take a good look around the table and the bedrooms,
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"Not a bad idea my friend. However, these blood-stains leading up to this secret door indicate that our answer may lie in there. Either we have a survivor that can answer some of our more pressing concerns or possibly a body that may be able to do the same. Now, if someone would be so kind as to open the secret door we can continue our exploration." He looks expectantly at the dwarves.
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Olo pushes and pokes at the possible "sercret door" with his hands.
The wall swings back with a creak.
Dusty stone steps descend into darkness, curving around themselves and blocking the view of the floor below. Numerous footprints of varying sizes show that this passage was used recently in both directions.Please give me a marching order when you decide to descend down the stairs.
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If you plan to bring your lackey, you're going to have to make a lot of CHA checks(make both, his mod is -1)... basically every time you try to get him to attack anyone/do something/go somewhere... like right now. ;)
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As they toured the house, Marianna surreptitiously kept an eye open for any statues that looked out of place.
As they discovered the secret door, Marianna peered into the darkness. Glancing around at the others, she shrugged her shoulders and kicked off her shoes.
"I'll shout if something jumps me."
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Marianna stealthily descends down the steps, Olomorn following close behind. Marianna comes to the end of the stairs, and peers around the corner to see a worm-like creature nailed above a door to her right(West). It still moves, but it's odd black eyes have not yet spotted Marianna. Shalla is about to follow behind, when Marianna puts a foot down and triggers a pressure plate. A whistling grinding noise comes from the stairs, and sharp spikes shoot up from the floor, piercing Olo and Marianna through the feet. Marianna take 5 damage, Olo take 7.
Map. Extinguished torches hang on the walls, and blood smears the floor in small, footprint-sized blotches, with a larger pool trickling under the central doorway on the southern wall.
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Moving down the stairs surprisingly quietly, Shalla peers around th corner before speaking softly to Olo, "Maybe we should take it down and help it, it doesn't seem to be in any condition to threaten us, even if it is hostile."
"Hmmmm....there is a chance that it is a trap of some sort...I'll leave it to the party to decide...
Olo shrugs, indifferent.
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In an dismissive whisper, "Of coarse we should slay it. It's obviously being used as some sort of alarm for whoever put it there. Someone whom we probably don't want to know that we are approaching." Seeing that Shalla and some of the others seem reluctant, "Oh, fine. I'll deal with it. After I daze it, run up there and stuff it in a bag or something. Just make sure you keep it quiet."
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Olo manages to pull the thing off the spike and hands it to Tambric, who proceeds to bind the creature's... orifice, and wrap it in a blanket. The creature comes to and begins struggling and lets out a muffled shrieking, thankfully quietened by the blanket.
Same Map Extinguished torches hang on the walls, and blood smears the floor in small, footprint-sized blotches, with a larger pool trickling under the central doorway on the southern wall.
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"We should probably arrange for this man's burial, and those upstairs, once we have finished our investigation here," Tambric says, as he sifts through the pathfinders possessions.
"Still, perhaps his belongings might help us," he says, holding up a vial to the sorcerer, "I imagine this is a magical potion of some sort, what do you think?"
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Tambric also highlights to the others a composite longbow, and a quiver of twenty arrows, while leaving the dead pathfinder wearing a suit of hide armour. Flicking through a book, the halfling speaks to the others, "Looks like a journal, seems our fallen comrade is named Mercra... nothing in here relates to the happenings here though, just logs of his travels elsewhere in Ustalav."