Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC) 2

Grok, Half-Orc Cleric2, AC 17 HP XX/20???

Grok gives Jon a hand with the weapon-and-ammo-gathering chores, and even lets Jon boss him around a little. He also looks to see if any of them have any armor or shields, and gathers those if they are present. Grok notes anything else on the bodies like jewelry or pouches or anything.
 

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Tuk

"Ah, the plot thickens." Notes Tuk, before delivering a kick to one of the corpses. He grins "... but our mission is still the same. Eradicate anything we found."
 

Rosalia breathes happily as the battle ends. She walks about the room looking for arrows to recover and goes back to the bodies of the kobolds. She notices the medallion and shares this with her companions: "Peeww they are so disgusting.. look at their bodies.. the mutation.. like some kind of devilish curse!.. Humm look they all seem to have a golden medallion... What is this?"

She checks the medallions for any symbol without touching them and does a rather quick check of the crossbowmen bodies, barely touching them. "Can someone check if the medallions are magical? If not, that may give us some clue on what cult they belong to.."

If the medallions are not magical, she'll collect them.


"Ah, the plot thickens." Notes Tuk, before delivering a kick to one of the corpses. He grins "... but our mission is still the same. Eradicate anything we found."

When Tuk talks she replies with irony : "Oooh my deeear Tuk, all these monstrosities do not seem to quench your thirst for blood.. what a pity.. humm, actually I thought we were here to solve the mystery rather than exterminate.. Have you understood what's going on here my deeear Tuk??" Please enlight us!

ooc: some knowledge checks with medallion if needed.
 

Tuk

Tuk smirks "And here I was thinking you got some brain underneath all that carefully tended hair. Isn't it obvious? There's some sort of evil magic at work here, something corrupting the inhabitants of these caves. What you do with a plague? Kill everything and everyone that has it. And perhaps we could find the origin. And kill it as well. After all that cumbersome work is done, we charge the town an obscene amount of money for our services. Sounds reasonable, eh?"
 


A disgusting search of the kobolds results in little else but nausea. The six gold-plated medallions are worth around 10 gp each, and are decorated with images of humanoid beings of various shapes and sizes kneeling down in supplication to bulbous forms with multiple eyes and teeth-filled mouths, or worm-like masses erupting from pits and walls. Although there is no magic detected on the medallions, the paladin notices that each radiates with a faint taint of evil. You do also find a strange etched in the medallions. John recognizes it as the symbol of the ancient wizard known as Tsathzar Rho.

At one time, this seems to have been a great chamber which served as a personal garden. Magical stones in the ceiling still dimly pulse with the sunlight-giving magic that had long ago fed the vegetation. Now all you see are the twisted remains of trees and shrubs, and a dried fountain with several skeletons of long dead birds. The soil is gray and gritty like ash. The cobblestoned path still remains from happier times, winding through the garden areas.

Strangely, several large black and thorny vines still remain along the edges of the cobblestoned path, blocking your view of sections between you and the walls. Each thorn seems sticky with a black, gooish excretion. Just beyond the largest nestle of black vines and in the northwest corner of the room can just barely be seen a liquid-filled pool with some still objects floating on the top, but it is hard to see anything else passed the vegetation unless you want to push, cut or burn your way past the thick vines.

A small structure of black rock stands in the center of this dark garden. It is square and has a wide door frame with no door. A staircase leading further down into the depths of this dungeon can be seen just passed the door frame opening.
 

"Scrag is right. Some of us are infected too. We need to reverse the infection. As for the medlion, . . . . ."

Detect Magic
 

Roderic

The young paladin shakes his head, still somewhat dizzy from the fearsome blow the zombie had dealt him. He leans on his sword as the others search the cavern. "Handle those medallions as little as possible, friends. They are tainted."

On noticing the stairs, he nods grimly. "Our path is clear, it seems."
 


Grok, Half-Orc Cleric2, AC 17 HP XX/20???

Tuk smirks "And here I was thinking you got some brain underneath all that carefully tended hair. Isn't it obvious? There's some sort of evil magic at work here, something corrupting the inhabitants of these caves. What you do with a plague? Kill everything and everyone that has it. And perhaps we could find the origin. And kill it as well. After all that cumbersome work is done, we charge the town an obscene amount of money for our services. Sounds reasonable, eh?"
"How much you want charge them, Tuk? Just everyday half-orc sh*t-your-pants gross, or reallly obscene amount??"

"No."
The single word utterance is accompanied by Scrag's gnarled and clawed finger pointing at the infected areas of some of their own companions.
"Yeah, Grok forget -- him/me gots it, too. Sufferin' Crud!"
 

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