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Evret gasps in surprise as the forms appear before him and his blood runs cold. It may have been the cold of the tomb or the chill of undeath, but it causes him to shiver. Girding himself for the inevitable attack, he readies his club to swing at the one closest to him. Noticing that the others...

OOC For clarification, you have another 200-300 miles to go before reaching the Village of Arcanix and the floating towers above it. Right now you're in the city of Passage. In the morning you have the option of buying horses, a coach, or other means of transportation for the final leg of the...

"I'll take point." Evret says as he moves to the front of the party. He pulls out the length of wood and holds it in his right hand while he slips a sunrod into his left. Moving forward to the stairs, he scans the the darkness ahead for signs of movement.

The assassin gurgles and tries to speak as the blood sprays from his throat. His hands come forward trailing the ropes that were supposed to have him securely bound. He pitches to the floor and goes still after a few moments. Doral and Kraken get to work stashing the body behind a stack of...

Evret packs his tools and stands up. He takes a moment to dust himself off before turning back to the group. "The door is ready. Any advice before we go in?"

Evret mutters darkly to himself at such an obvious mistake. The keyhole should have been obvious, but he was so caught up in finding a hidden mechanism he missed it. As his old commander would have said "If it was a snake, it would have bit you.". He shakes his head and examines the lock for...

Evret feels a chill run down his spine as he enters the graveyard. He never did like being around the dead, and he hand plenty of memories of the undead armies of Karrn. Girding himself, he follows the others towards the mausoleum. As they approach, he starts looking for a way to enter.

"Speaking to the dead is easy, quips Evret. "It's getting them to talk back that's the tricky part." "I have to agree with leaving the other coffin alone, I think we need to seal this up again and get moving to the graveyard. The stench is getting pretty strong in here."

He shrugs at Midian's comment. "Sometimes you're just in the wrong place at the wrong time." "The Arcanix, in the village. The person wanted me to leave evidence of the job being completed. A severed finger with his ring still on it us a common enough practice, coupled with the news that a man...

"We're going to mar this coffin pretty badly getting it open, I hope the locals don't take offense. They all seem a might sensitive so far." Evret lifts all the latches he can find and positions himself on the opposite side of the latches. Taking the proffered crowbar, he braces himself to pry...

Hearing his name called, Evret wanders out of the bedroom. After hearing the groups explanation of what they want, he nods and gets to work. He starts by running his hands over the decorations, seeking flexible points or joints in the work.

The man shrugs and says,"I attempted to contact the person who employed me but they never came to the drop point to pick up the message or leave another. They're either gone or dead. Failure to complete contracts are bad for business, any business really. I'd hate to get a reputation of being...

Covering his nose as he enters, Evret moves in and off to the side to let the others follow him in. He circles the room once to pick out the details before heading to the bedroom. "Look for letters, diaries, emblems, or anything else that can tell us about his history."

"My employers prefer to remain anonymous. Unless they are careless, most of the time I don't know who they are. It's mostly notes passed by masked men, money left at dead drops, and rendezvous in dark alleys. Mostly when word gets around that a particular person is dead that's all the proof they...

"His house is on the way, lets go take a look for clues then head on to inspect the graveyard."

Evret nods respectfully to the old man and introduces himself. "Evret McKellar, fought for Cyre in The War. These others here might be better for focusing on undead, I was a scout. I'm here to look at the problem from other angles, and aid them however I can. The mayor has every confidence in...

Curtis frowns and shakes his head, as if clearing his thoughts. He looks around at the others. "Someone's trying to get in my head. Cut it out." Curtis Will Save vs Detect Thoughts (1d20+6=19) Midian You move around to the side of the man so you can get a view of his bonds. You can't see...

Evret grimaces after Nalden leaves. "It's understandable that people will be sensitive about their dead. Don't forget the Karranthi and their undead armies. Those dead didn't all come from the battlefields you know. Lots of graverobbing went on during the war. People just want to get on with...

"I was in Cliffscrape several months back, hired to remove certain individuals asking questions about a certain lost ship. If you get my meaning. I had you names and physical descriptions. Oh and money. Not a lot mind you, but enough to hire a local throat cutter to take the wrap for the...

"Not even remotely, even if I could, Midian. I don't need names, just money in my line of work."