City of the Spider Queen - The Adventure

[Ranger Rick]

I would gladly accept any protection spells.

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Hearing Ionna's rashness, Donedal, just plops down in surprise. Wondering if that boldness will not move them into an ambush.

 

[Nephtys]

At one point during the morning Chance turns to the other party members and says, "The drow are notorious for using dark crafts and underhanded tricks. I have a few spells that will protect all of you if we run into drow that have poisoned their blades. The effect will wear off after 10 hours, but until then you will be safe from poisoned baldes and arrows."

Ionna accepts the spell, thanking Chance with a warm smile, Your magic tastes... interesting, Chance. Which God do you serve?

 

[gabrion]

Your magic tastes... interesting, Chance. Which God do you serve?

Chance chuckles at the question, "Haha...all of them and none of them I suppose." His tone quickly becomes more serious, "The honest answer to that question depends on who asks me, as do most things about me. In truth it doesn't matter though. All the power of the gods is the same, it all comes from the same source, and the constant distinctions made by the religious leaders is foolish to say the least. It is just one more way people have chosen to limit themselves.

Realizing he knows next to nothing about this girl and that he may be disrespecting her he adds, "Of course if you are a worshiper I should point out that I do 'respect' many of you, I simply don't find such an allegiance to be the best way to live."

 

[Tyreus]

Flar accepts the spell with a nod. While the others investigate the crypts, Flar keeps watch, listening and waiting...

 

[AmorFati]

Day 2 - At the crypts

Chance investigate the northern mausoleum; he start to search the door closest for any traps, but concludes that it is safe. He opens the door, and find a 10' by 20' feet big room. A large stone sarcophagus rests in the center of this otherwise bare chamber. Unlike the outer chamber, this room shows no sign of habitation, and dust lies thick on the floor and on the carved lid of the stone coffin.

A careful search of the coffin reveals that the lid do not rest squarly on the top. Some scratch marks are visible, and you think it is crowbars that made those marks. Before doing anything more, Chance takes the time to check the other three doors and rooms. They are quite identical to the first one, containing nothing but dust and a sarcophagus. You also think that you might be able to slid the lid off the coffins, if you tried.

Said and done; the lids tip off, one after another, and they all reveal the same sad fact; graverobbers have been here years ago. The only thing in the coffins are skeletons, and nothing of value.


Chance then moves to the southern building, searching that door as well. You can barely make out the word "Chahir" on the door, underneath the old family crest. There is also some writing underneath it that you are not able to read; it's a language unfamiliar to you.
The door it self is plastered shut, both sides and the top is sealed, leaving just the crak under it as the only "open" part of the door. You figure that someone strong could probably break the door down.

 

[wgreen]

Kemble races to the crypts. "Chance? Chance!" he calls out. "Oh, there you are," he sighs, spotting the human finally in front of the door to the southern crypt. "Wow," he breathes, his mouth slightly agape as he looks around. "This place is creepy," he remarks with a grin.

The halfling peers up at the crest on the door. "Cha-hir," he reads slowly, the word clumsy in his mouth. "I wonder what that means...?" Curiously regarding the edges of the portal, he adds, "And why is it plastered shut like that? Somebody must not want us to get in here. Probably for a very good reason, too."

Kemble flashes a smile at Chance and heaves at the door, trying his best to push it open.

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[Ranger Rick]

Donedal looks at the chaos around him, with people trying to break into sealed rooms and pulling off cooffin lids. He has his weapon by his side and wonders if the drow are under him laughing hysterically at this inane gropup.

 

[Nephtys]

Chance chuckles at the question, "Haha...all of them and none of them I suppose." His tone quickly becomes more serious, "The honest answer to that question depends on who asks me, as do most things about me. In truth it doesn't matter though. All the power of the gods is the same, it all comes from the same source, and the constant distinctions made by the religious leaders is foolish to say the least. It is just one more way people have chosen to limit themselves.

Realizing he knows next to nothing about this girl and that he may be disrespecting her he adds, "Of course if you are a worshiper I should point out that I do 'respect' many of you, I simply don't find such an allegiance to be the best way to live."

Ionna smiles, genuinely pleased with his answer, "Then you are a wiser man than most. Worship demeans mortal beings. The Gods are not above us, are not inherently superior to us, they are simply more powerful. Just like us they are imperfect beings."

 

[Nephtys]

Chahir, she thinks to herself, might it be Undercommon? If I recall correctly...

 

[Tyreus]

Flar stops Kemble for a second. "The 'very good reason' is that this is where they bury thier dead. I wouldn't be so eager to defile a grave. Any number of things may be in there, maybe treasure, but more likely a ghost or some other guardian. I'm sure there's a reason that this tomb is untouched while the others are plundered. Just be careful." Flar draws his swords. I hope his eagerness doesn't get me killed before this thing is over...