Dr. Si's Curse of the Crimson Throne - Beta Group

[Dr Simon]

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Thanks for reminding me, Ambrus. You get 300 XP each.
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"The Dead Warrens is the name given to the network of tunnels underneath Grey District," says Kroft. "Some tunnelled by ghouls and other monsters, some old crypts and Shoanti burial chambers. The priests of Pharasma occassionally clean out undead infestations, but there are countless tunnels in the area and I don't think they've found them all. Thousand Bones found the man who sold Gaekhen's body, a simpleton name of Elkaris. He said he left the body in the Potter's Ward part of Grey District, beside a mausoleum on the southern edge, marked by a headless gargoyle statue bearing a sword."

OOC: With perhaps the exception of Manachan, you all know that Grey District is the city's burial ground, the "boneyard" mentioned by Thousand Bones.

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You know about as much of the Dead Warrens as Kroft has just said. You hav heard the name of Rolth mentioned in conjunction with many disappearances in the city over the past few years, correctly or not you don't know. He is said to have been kicked out the Acadamae for unnatural practices with dead bodies and now sells his service making animated dead for those willing to pay for it.
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[Neurotic]

Local knowledge (1d20+7=10)
Edmond doesn't know anything special about this place. He knows death, but rarely were his companions burried with proper ceremony.

"Let's hurry then. It would be mightily improper if we have to chop up Shoanty's body again! We can take some holy water on the way."

Edmond seems animated by the prospect of combat, irritated by his lack of success against imps and small sparks occasionaly burst around hands holding Deathwail as he looses control of his temper.

OOC: do we level before or after this? I'd say before because of the night's rest, but just checking...

 

[Ambrus]

Listening to the casual tones in which the horrors of the Dead Warrens are being discussed, Dj'hân's cherubic face slowly drains of color as an expression of abject terror takes hold. The urchin quickly turns big frightened eyes around as if looking for a shred of sanity amongst the group of mad gibbering grownups. "Ya... Ya all mean ta go down there? B-b-but that's where the B-B-Bone-Setter and his dancing dead... crack open yer bones and suck out tha marrow. It-it aint nothing like goin up inta tha Shingles ta fetch some scaredy girl. The Bone-setter will take our souls, sell im ta Hell and make our bones dance just like this Gaekhen's." Edmond can feel the frightened boy's trembling through his backpack.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

The golden haired monk looks on his new acquaintance with fond amusement. "We'll do our best to protect you from such a fate, my friend, but I think this must be done. On the other hand, give your performance on the shingles earlier you may be the one protecting me!"

 

[Ambrus]

The apprehensive halfling studies the golden haired aasimar as if trying to decide whether his flippant attitude is borne out of confidence or madness. "Y-you really aren't scared of the Bone-Setter or the dancing dead?"

 

[HolyMan]

"Erastil shall help protect us from the dead, my friends," Brindom says with a new convidence. He raises the holy symbol from the chain around his neck and smiles.

"Finally a quest for me to truly contribute to," he says almost laughing.

 

[Neurotic]

"You're forgetting few things, Dj'ahn.For one, we are capable group, I will protect you like before. Second, you're no longer helpless child, but queen's agent. And finaly, we have spirit of Zelara watching over us. You wouldn't want HER to be the victim of this necromancer, would you, little bear?"

 

[Ambrus]

Dj'hân swallows loudly and looks dubiously from grownup to grownup. It's Edmond's reference to Zalara that finally makes the tiny child set his jaw and nod determinedly. Gotta be like the bear... "O-okay... I'll go too. For Zalara."

 

[Dr Simon]

Feeling more competent than before, you set out for Grey District and the broken gargoyle in Potter's Ward. Grey has long been the cities burial ground, used even by the Shoanti that inhabited the island before the settlers from Cheliax drove them out*. Potter's Ward is the forgotten corner, an overgrown expanse of pauper's graves, mass burial mounds and crumbling mausoleums. Here, the poor and homeless find their final rest, and few people come here for those who end up in Potter's Ward leave few behind who would mourn them.

The air is still, and the low grey clouds that have come in off the sea do little to improve matters. It doesn't take you long to find the area mentioned by Kroft. Beside the broken gargoyle, an old mausoleum, long since forgotten by whatever family once owned it. The stone door is broken open, and tracks litter the soft ground in front of it.

*That's right, folks, it's a gen-u-ine Injun Burial Ground!

 

[Ambrus]

The tiny urchin does his best to still his trembling while presenting a brave face to the three men. Dj'hân pulls the red liripoop from his small disheveled head and whispers eerily into its depths. "Weeee're heeere..." In response, Majenko's saurian head snakes its way above the brim of the cap and peers around the Boneyard curiously.

Nestling the pseudodragon's disembodied head close to his tiny chest, Dj'hân peers into the mausoleum's entryway. "So, you want Majenko and me to go in and look around a bit? Believe me, we'll be real quiet like." As if to demonstrate the pseudodragon lowers the crest of his head so that only his tiny eyes and horns are protruding out of Dj'hân's cupped hands.