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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pacdidj" data-source="post: 5213845" data-attributes="member: 86793">Alnar finds nothing useful on the bodies of the crocs, seeing as they are thoroughly mundane, if dangerous creatures. But, as the party enters the small cave to make camp, they notice a number of nearly complete skeletons littering the floor, including that of the large crocodile in which Sir Exsixten was formerly entombed, as well as those of several humans. Two of the human skeletons were obviously soldiers, and there are scraps of chain armor sitting amidst their bones that are in much better condition than those strewn about the outside of the cave, likely because of some inherent magical properties. Another human skeleton is partially covered by the remains of what used to be fine and fashionable (if a bit out of date) Dauntonian robes. The skeleton is completely missing an arm, shoulder and several ribs, which appear to have been bitten off in a single chomp. Noting an oilskin pouch dangling from the remains of the skeleton's belt, Alnar peeks inside, and finds a couple of potions, and two semi-precious looking stones. There is also a decayed-looking book sitting next to the skeleton.[sblock=treasure found!]2 potions of healing, a moonstone and a turquoise gem each worth 50gp, and a set of Piecemeal Chainmail +1Chainmail is from Sir Exsixten's wish list, intended to help him keep pace with the now second-level party. Divide up the rest as you see fit.[/sblock][sblock="If anyone opens the book"]Opening the book sitting next to the skeleton, you quickly realize that it must have been the deceased man's diary. Many pages have rotted away, and some of the ink has faded or been leeched away entirely, but some of the final pages are still legible:...natives seem to appreciate ... trinkets. Spoke with ...provided us directions to gnomish...apparently a farming community. The only one on thisaccursed steamy Island? The old man cautioned... close to the river bank.Full day's travel has brought us to... with a charminglooking, if slightly foul-smelling pond. Mangroves seem to...closer to the river here... back specimens... botanical society willwant to study further.Located dry cave ... camp for the evening. Reginald ... suspicious...always worrying. No sign of the purportedly dangerous local faunayet. Superstitious natives... not to be trusted, and what's m...The writing breaks off abruptly here, with the ink trailing off in an erratic squiggle. This appears to be the final written page of the diary. It is flecked with dark spots that are likely the author's blood.[/sblock]Sir Exsixten keeps up his night's watch and internal monologue well into the night. About five hours into his watch, at least according the warforged's reliable(?) internal clock, he notices what appear to be four small, cloaked figures staring out at him from the other side of the pool, their forms barely revealed by the light of the glowing embers left by Alnar's unintentional bonfire. The clockwork knight begins to sally forth across the water, but the figures quickly turn and disappear into the night, nowhere to be seen. Sir Exsixten alertly scans the area for several minutes, but finally deems the shadowy figures to have been either occular parsing errors or cowards, and therefore not worth waking the meatbags about.Gradually, the sun's light spills into the clearing once again and brightens the entrance to the small cave, easing the party out of their much needed slumber.</blockquote>

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