Following the blood trail, you peer through the open door. This is one of the grain storage rooms in the granary. You can see two exits leading to other storage rooms. You can see the blood trail to the north exit of this room. There is grain everywhere.
Gregor lead the group to the north and, when you get close to the north entrance, you can see the so called Black Echelon Operatives (3 of them), manipulating bottles of a liquid. It could be the poison!
Gregor notices that, in the ceiling of this floor, there are 9 doors that, if open, should let the grain of the upper floor enter this floor. And can be opened with a good shot. And... two of the operatives are just behind two of that doors.
The operatives have not notice you.
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Silana will sneak forward, toward Butters and have a look at what she could be facing.
Silently, Silana mimes her intent on wanting to shoot the furthest door, and try to open it with a crack shot. She then gives a thumbs up and a thumbs down, followed by a shrug, obviously asking whether the rest of the group agree to her plan.
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Not wanting to risk the poison the Opreatives are handling getting mixed with the grain, Gregor shakes his head at Silana. Motioning towards himself he points at one of the figures then pointing at another he nods at the ranger.
Turning back to the room the dwarf raises his crossbow, takes a deep breath, lets out half and then squeeses the trigger.
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Cursing himself for not being better prepared, the fingers of Quioxti's free hand twitch as he races through his options. With a sharp twang, Butter's bolt speeds into the next room. Before the projectile can find it's target, the magus curses, "To hell with it."
Quioxti stretches his arm out as if to throw an invisible ball. "Diac phassl." As the spidery words of arcana form on his lips, a gelatinous orb materials in his open palm and with a side-armed throw, he hurls the tiny sphere at Butter's target.
Touch attack:
Damage: (acid)
Quioxti throws the conjured acid ball to one of the undeads and hits his target, but deals few damage with it. The three undeads turn his empty glance on you and prepares to defend his commitment. They begin to get close slowly... and silently.
Torillan engage one of the undead creatures but he misses the impact. The creature tries to grab the elf with his skeletal hand, but Torillan dodges it.
Silana fires one arrow to another creature, hitting his target. The undead turns his head to see who has piercing him, but he encounter a raging dwarf hitting him in the middle of the face. The undead is destroyed and evaporates in total silence.
Quiotxi engages another monster but the creature perceives him and parries the his blade with the scythe. The creature tries to slash the duelist, but he dodge the rusted scythe without problem.
But, from the grain "mountains" in the room, it appears another two undead operatives. One of them try to slain the dwarf with a blow of his scythe, but the dwarf dodge it with his uncanny barbarian senses.
The other one raises both hands and emanates a thick fog that spreads fast for the room.
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"Foul Beasts, why do you still stand, even if for for the second time, DIE"
Silana does not let up the barrage of arrows, the fog making it almost impossible to perceive her enemy, although, she already know the position of the one's that did not die during her last attack, and so she concentrates on them.
Torillan hits the undead, but notices that his blade almost didn't any damage to the creature.
Silena shoots his arrow... but it seems to fail his target. This fog is really something to bring cover.
The barbarian hits terribly at his enemy, but... it seems not too useful against this floating creatures.
Quiotxi hits his enemy with his flurry of blows, but the enemy stand against him.
All your enemies tries to catch you with the scythes, but they are way to slow to do it.
The fog is affecting the elf's accuracy badly. The undead parries the blow with his own attack.
Gregor smash the skull of one of his undead enemies and destroys him while dodges the attack of the other.
Silana fire at the other enemy facing Gregor and hits... well... she hopes his target wasn't Gregor...
Quiotxi destroys his enemy with a decapitating blow.
Quiotxi joins Torillan's fight. Torillan takes the chance to destroy the undead with his blade. Teamwork rules.
Gregor makes an uppercut with his big hammer that sends the undead up in the air while it disappears in a ball of fog.
The only remaining persons are all of you. The undeads are dead now. And the poison bottle remains intact.
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Sliding his sword back in its scabard, Quioxti walks over to the collection of lethal vials. Nudging one with the toe of his boot he says, "These guys are pretty serious about taking the city. If this is being orchistrated by those signals, we need to find the source of those lights." He bends down and begins gathering the vials. "Lets just take them with us for now. They can be disposed of after this trechery is ended. Besides," he smirks, "we may get the oppertunity to return these to their owners."
You gather the poison vials and register the remaining rooms. There isn't anything important. When you get out of the granary, you meet again with Yargos, the historian.
-What is this...? -he takes a look at the vials- Good! You have save Absalom from a real disaster, boys. But... we need to retrieve that codebook before it's too late. We need to know where to find that fool. Nesian. And... -he seems to be thinking for a moment- I think I know who could tell us.
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"Lets not wait around to discuss this, old man," Quioxti offers. "Get us to where we need to go so we can recover this damned code book. The sooner it's in our possession, the sooner I can be reading my name in print." The swordsman looked around at his companions, "After mucking about in the slums and saving the city from this near-disaster, we better get our names into the chronicles."
Yargos takes you into the sewer maze of the Puddle District, a waterlogged labyrinth of dangerously flooded tunnels known as the Siphons.
There you find the receiving room of Grandmaster Torch, one of Absalom’s most notorious information brokers. Yargos warns you that Grandmaster Torch has powerful friends and bodyguards and that you would be wise to keep their weapons sheathed. After requesting an audience, you are brought before the Grandmaster, a charming, soft-spoken man, but one whose entire body is covered in horrible burn scars. Grandmaster Torch lounges in a shallow pool nursing his scars while two servants gently recycle the water over his charred form. His two heavily armored, half-orc bodyguards remain close at hand.
Yargos: ...and that's all the story. We need to know where to find Nessian before it's too late!
Torch: Well... I have to admit that I know where is the new base of Nessian. But, you know what is my job, right, Yargos? I sell information. And I'll sell it to you without problem. The price? Only 6.000 gp.
Yargos: S... six... thousands go... gold pieces?
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Torch: Well... I have to admit that I know where is the new base of Nessian. But, you know what is my job, right, Yargos? I sell information. And I'll sell it to you without problem. The price? Only 6.000 gp.
Yargos: S... six... thousands go... gold pieces?
As Yargos chokes on his own words, Quioxti steps forward. Removing his hat, he gives a flurrished bow, "Grandmaster Torch, surely your keen ears heard every word of his story? Our opponent threatens the city and all those residing within it-" Quioxti gives the Grandmasster a hard stare, "-including yourself." As quickly as the sharp remark thrust upon their host, Quioxti follows through with a broad smile,"Besides, you must recognize that such an aged bookkeep as Yargos here cannot afford such a weighty sum of coin. What profit is there to be made trying to draw blood from a stone?"
-Well, -Master Torch seems to be pondering the situation- You could be right, boy. But I can't give you free info, you know? Everyone else could be willing to receive such a discount.
He gets out of the pool and begin to dry with the towel.
-Well, I could make you a favour if you make me a favour. I have some items that I have bought recently. Rare items. Rare chests, indeed. But... I can't manage to open it. Maybe you can help me with this problem.
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Growing bored with the conversation Gregor found himself distracted by obviously cheap stonework of the baths. When Torch mentions the chests the dwarf perks up.
What’s this about chests? After being told again of Torch's offer Gregor grins.
Aye you have a deal! You will find that opening chests is something of a specialty of mine.