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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 1222116" data-attributes="member: 6294">&quot;Bounty Hunters&quot; by Jim Gillispie's Module Workshop - Part 7Moving on through the complex reveals more stone chambers, all seemingly unused for several weeks, at least.&nbsp; The only excitement comes from discovering a small chest that has been clumsily tucked 'out of sight' in one of the rooms.Both Briar and Mantreus examine the chest for signs of traps, and both declare it clear.&nbsp; Mantreus promptly pricks himself on a poisoned needle whilst opening it.&nbsp; Fortunately for the sorcerer, he proves better at resisting traps than detecting them, and suffers no ill effects except for a sore hand.&quot;Treasure.&quot; Elspeth sighs happily, digging through a leather pouch that bulges with coins. &quot;At least we're getting something out this deal.&quot;&quot;Coins, jewellery and a scroll tube.&quot; Anastria reports, waving the last item in the air.&quot;Is it trapped?&quot; Mantreus asks.&quot;Would you notice if it was?&quot;The sorcerer glowers, but - still nursing his injured hand - has little ammunition with which to respond.&quot;Give it to me.&quot; The Padre takes the tube and walks across the room, then cracks open the seal.&nbsp; When this fails to disintegrate him, he opens it fully and pulls out the contents.&nbsp; &quot;It's a scroll of silence.&quot; He reports, tucking it away in his pack. &quot;I'm the only one who can use that.&quot;&quot;Sirdros could.&quot; Anastria points out.&quot;Sirdros isn’t here.&quot;After gathering up the remaining items from the chest, the group presses on.&nbsp; Eventually, they reach a large, plain chamber.&nbsp; In the furthest corner, they can dimly make out a spiral staircase, leading down.&quot;Don't tell me there's more of this place.&quot; Elspeth grumbles, beginning to step into the room.&quot;Wait.&quot; Briar catches the ranger by the arm, and points, &quot;Look there.&quot;The group looks, and - as their eyes adjust to the gloom at the edge of their torchlight - begin to make out a lumpy brown shape.The Padre squints,&quot;It's a body.&quot; He observes.It is indeed. The corpse of a human male lies face down, about two-thirds of the way across the room.&nbsp; The man wears mud-spattered brown robes, and bears an open pack upon his back.Elspeth scurries forward and immediately begins checking through the man's belongings for any sign of valuables, Mantreus only a step or two behind her.&nbsp; Stormstrider approaches more slowly,&quot;Is he dead?&quot; the taciturn ranger asks.&quot;Huh?&quot; Elspeth glances up, shrugs, and checks for a pulse. &quot;No.&nbsp; He's stone cold -&quot; she glances around the room, &quot;- appropriately.&quot;&quot;Dead at least a week I'd say.&quot; The Padre crouches beside the corpse, &quot;Hard to say any more accurately due to the conditions here, but the body's pretty well preserved for the age.&nbsp; No sign of infestation by rot grubs -&quot; he ignores Elspeth's squeak of alarm, &quot;- now as for what killed him ... here we go.&quot; The cleric lifts the body's shoulder, and points at a dark stain on the man's chest. &quot;Daggers or claws, I'd say.&quot;&quot;No sign of what did it.&quot; Mantreus glances around, &quot;Everything seems quiet.&quot;Immediately, a strange and haunting song fills the air.The sorcerer rolls his eyes.&quot;Figures.&quot; He mutters, then frowns at Briar and Anastria. &quot;What are you two doing?&quot;Neither woman answers the question.&nbsp; Instead, they each walk slowly toward the stairs in the far corner of the room.&nbsp; The Padre tries to catch Briar by the arm, but his hand slips off her shirt.&nbsp; However, the attempt turns her body slightly - enough that he gets a glimpse at her eyes, which are glassy and unfocussed.&quot;They've been charmed somehow!&quot; he exclaims.&quot;It must be the music.&quot; Mantreus realises, &quot;I can feel it calling me to go after them.&quot;&nbsp; Seeing the burly cleric shape up to tackle him, the sorcerer quickly raises his hands, &quot;Don't worry, I'm not listening.&nbsp; But those two definitely are.&nbsp; We'd better stop them.&quot;Taking his own advice, the sorcerer runs after Anastria and wraps his arms around her waist, trying to hold her back.&nbsp; The attempt is ineffectual, as the elf slips easily free of his grasp.Stormstrider and Elspeth suffer similar embarrassments in their own attempts - the former does not even manage to lay a hand on his target - and both of the charmed adventurers continue on their path toward the stairs.The Padre, meanwhile, has been focussing his efforts on attempting to discern the source of the song.&quot;It's coming from there!&quot; he shouts, and points past Briar and Anastria, toward the stairs. &quot;Whatever it is, they're headed straight for it!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 1222116, member: 6294"] [b]"Bounty Hunters" by Jim Gillispie's Module Workshop - Part 7[/b] Moving on through the complex reveals more stone chambers, all seemingly unused for several weeks, at least. The only excitement comes from discovering a small chest that has been clumsily tucked 'out of sight' in one of the rooms. Both Briar and Mantreus examine the chest for signs of traps, and both declare it clear. Mantreus promptly pricks himself on a poisoned needle whilst opening it. Fortunately for the sorcerer, he proves better at resisting traps than detecting them, and suffers no ill effects except for a sore hand. "Treasure." Elspeth sighs happily, digging through a leather pouch that bulges with coins. "At least we're getting something out this deal." "Coins, jewellery and a scroll tube." Anastria reports, waving the last item in the air. "Is it trapped?" Mantreus asks. "Would you notice if it was?" The sorcerer glowers, but - still nursing his injured hand - has little ammunition with which to respond. "Give it to me." The Padre takes the tube and walks across the room, then cracks open the seal. When this fails to disintegrate him, he opens it fully and pulls out the contents. "It's a scroll of silence." He reports, tucking it away in his pack. "I'm the only one who can use that." "Sirdros could." Anastria points out. "Sirdros isn’t here." After gathering up the remaining items from the chest, the group presses on. Eventually, they reach a large, plain chamber. In the furthest corner, they can dimly make out a spiral staircase, leading down. "Don't tell me there's more of this place." Elspeth grumbles, beginning to step into the room. "Wait." Briar catches the ranger by the arm, and points, "Look there." The group looks, and - as their eyes adjust to the gloom at the edge of their torchlight - begin to make out a lumpy brown shape. The Padre squints, "It's a body." He observes. It is indeed. The corpse of a human male lies face down, about two-thirds of the way across the room. The man wears mud-spattered brown robes, and bears an open pack upon his back. Elspeth scurries forward and immediately begins checking through the man's belongings for any sign of valuables, Mantreus only a step or two behind her. Stormstrider approaches more slowly, "Is he dead?" the taciturn ranger asks. "Huh?" Elspeth glances up, shrugs, and checks for a pulse. "No. He's stone cold -" she glances around the room, "- appropriately." "Dead at least a week I'd say." The Padre crouches beside the corpse, "Hard to say any more accurately due to the conditions here, but the body's pretty well preserved for the age. No sign of infestation by rot grubs -" he ignores Elspeth's squeak of alarm, "- now as for what killed him ... here we go." The cleric lifts the body's shoulder, and points at a dark stain on the man's chest. "Daggers or claws, I'd say." "No sign of what did it." Mantreus glances around, "Everything seems quiet." Immediately, a strange and haunting song fills the air. The sorcerer rolls his eyes. "Figures." He mutters, then frowns at Briar and Anastria. "What are you two doing?" Neither woman answers the question. Instead, they each walk slowly toward the stairs in the far corner of the room. The Padre tries to catch Briar by the arm, but his hand slips off her shirt. However, the attempt turns her body slightly - enough that he gets a glimpse at her eyes, which are glassy and unfocussed. "They've been charmed somehow!" he exclaims. "It must be the music." Mantreus realises, "I can feel it calling me to go after them." Seeing the burly cleric shape up to tackle him, the sorcerer quickly raises his hands, "Don't worry, I'm not listening. But those two definitely are. We'd better stop them." Taking his own advice, the sorcerer runs after Anastria and wraps his arms around her waist, trying to hold her back. The attempt is ineffectual, as the elf slips easily free of his grasp. Stormstrider and Elspeth suffer similar embarrassments in their own attempts - the former does not even manage to lay a hand on his target - and both of the charmed adventurers continue on their path toward the stairs. The Padre, meanwhile, has been focussing his efforts on attempting to discern the source of the song. "It's coming from there!" he shouts, and points past Briar and Anastria, toward the stairs. "Whatever it is, they're headed straight for it!" [/QUOTE]

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