Malvoisin's Savage Tide, Act 1 - There Is No Honor

Keoni takes a quick look around the room with Anar, but there seems little of importance here.

"Yes, we push on."

[sblock=Note on Aura]Search +5

Note that Senses Aura is to spot/listen but not search[/sblock]
 

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Bael patiently waits for the opportunity to once again support the group. Although he is thankful that he haven't had to do sothus far today. "Push on," agrees Bael. "There has to be another exit somewhere down here."
 


Anar gives a quick search of the room, but turns up nothing of interest. At the group's urging, he checks the next door. Discovering nothing interesting, Anar leads the way onward.

Beyond the door, the party finds a small 5' square room with another door to the west. With nary a pause, Anar once more listens and searches. He hears the sound of water gently flowing from the other side. The door looks to be free of dangers, so the group opens the door and moves on into the next room.

Within, four great wooden pillars rise up to support the ceiling, which sags dangerously in places and is thick with hanging strands of fungus. Several doors line the walls - one to the west (from which comes a muffled sloshing sound), two to the north (the western of which is badly damaged and hangs askew on its one remaining hinge), and one to the east (which looks as though it must lead back into the first east-west hallway), in addition to the door just used.

To the south, the ceiling has collapsed, leaving the southern part of the room choked with debris. A rippling pool of water reaches halfway into the room from this wall of stone and rubble. It seems that a wooden pier once extended into this pool, but all that remains now are several rotting wooden pilings protruding from the water. A man's body floats face down among them.

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"Probably a smuggler," Bael muses on the body as he looks around at the dilapidated room. "Why would there have been a pier? Unless a boat was to pull up at it?"
 


Keoni gives a glance towards the body floating in the water.

"It concerns me that everyone we meet here is dead. Col, may I borrow your spear? I wish to check our friend here. . . from a distance."
 

"Here." Chongo offers Keoni one of his javelins, and looks to the water uncomfortably. The barbarian will stay near the shaman while he pokes at the body...just in case it rises as one of the undead.
 

Anar takes up a position near Kalen, sickle in hand, ready to help should anything untoward happen to the curious elf.
 

Keoni looks doubtfully at Chongo's offering.

"If I wanted to be standing that close, I'd use my own spear. I'd rather not be standing next to that thing when it wakes up hungry. . . unless it's really dead, in which case I can try and pull it in."
 

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