Alaion suppressed a snort at the humans coment. Glancing skyward he gave a slight head shake.Would any of you care to assist Attending to the injured? he prompted glancing about at the other clerics.
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"Okay!" Larn says excitedly, "What did we find out about the loot? Anything I can use?" He looks towards the magic-casters, waiting with little patience.

Duivelssmak sets aside the modest breakfast he'd prepared for himself and offers to assist with the injured.  Who is to be cured first?

Myshra starts with Aramil, laying healing hands upon him.  The healing grace of Geironeous closes all wounds and keaves the elf felling refreshed.

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Myshra rolled 8 using 1d4+4.  CLW  (5-8 hit points healed).

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She then moves to Camilla, doing the same.

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Myshra rolled 6 using 1d4+4.  CLW  (5-8 hit points healed).

Afterward, she retires to the corner with her prayer book.

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Myshra rolled 4 using 1d20.  CON roll for spell point recovery.
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Durwe eats with the others. His spells in the hallways are still active. He is relieved they were not set off last night. He wonders how often those kobolds below come up. He wonders too how to open the passage.

Theses things he mulls in his mind as he watches the healing and breaking of fast.

"We need to find a way down." He says finally. "I know the way is in the northwest part of this building. Finn, can you see if anything in this pile of items is enchanted? We'll sort that out before moving forward."

Alaion also helps out; starting with Thardhrom. He prays as he tends to the cleric. Alaion then moves to Elmona, repeating the process.
[Private to GM: 6 for CLW on Thardhrom and 6 from CLW on Elmona]
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Finn's detection of enchanted items or magical auras reveals a few of the items to be crafted with magical properties.

Once the items are checked and their magical nature revealed, Larn says "While I'd like to learn how to use a bow, since both you all and our enemies were doing grave damage with them, I think my only choice for immediate improvement is the enchanted longsword. So I will put my chance in for that weapon, at this time. It'd be a good advantage when we descend into the warrens." He waits for the debates over the items to settle, but due to his disadvantage in the dark before, he also goes to find torches or a lantern to use.
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"Speak up good gentles, we have explorations to conduct. I'd be interested in the bow if no one else wants it, but will bow out if someone else does want it. I have a magic spear, though I could trade for something else. Cami? Are you interested in the magic short sword? I'm pretty sure you said you were, just wanted to verify. Myshra? Anyone want anything? A ring? I will take Xune's Kris blades, I will hang them above the mantel of our Hall when we establish it in her honor along with Thorgwain's shield, which I bear at the moment, in his honor. We should enter their names in a Heroes Roll of fallen members of our group, along with any of us unfortunate enough to fall later, in remembrance and honor."
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"That's a great idea Valeros.  I would be interested only in Xune's ring."  Myshra replies to Valeros' question.  She takes up Xune's money pouch and adds it in with Thorgwain's in the stronbox with the evil tome.  It should be safe there and not leave her sight.  "I think maybe Valeros and Larn should take a healing potion each." 
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"Like I said before, I could definitely put that cloak to good use once mended."  Daniella says in answer to Valeros.

"I would like one more of the black fetched arrows.  That would give me two and leave three for others."  Durwe says.  He moves the small bag of smelly ichor with one finger.  "I suspect this pouch contains his paralysis poison.  Some view the use of poisons as evil.  I, however, disagree.  It is a tactic against an enemy.  Use of it on the innocent would be evil.  This being said, I will procure it safely for use.  Or, if you all prefer, I will destroy it." 
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Valeros gives 10 crossbow bolts to Camilla to replace lost and broken bolts of hers. He still has 30 more, but has never mastered the crossbow yet. "Go ahead and use it Durwe, it might come in handy."
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In reply to Durwe (msg # 727):

"Some call me a barbarian, but I'd say go for it. Paralysis or any non-lethal poison doesn't disturb me, when used against true enemies. Go for it." Larn says, gesturing assent.

Sleep came easily to Aramil whatever the events of the day, but perhaps even easier this time given his wounds. He took a spot near the fire and slept well, longer than he usually needed, but rose early to check his wounds. In short order he had reason to give thanks to both Alaion and Myshra, and just like that he felt as good as new.

"You are most kind, my thanks to you and your gods."

Aramil takes it easy, enjoying a simple breakfast bny the fire, before eventually rising and stretching, then studying his spellbook. Only then does he regard the spoils of war.

"I would wear the cloak of my kin, damaged or no, but it is claimed and to better use than I can offer. A ring that wards off cold would be nice, for I dislike the cold, but it too is claimed. As is the longsword. The gemstone would appear to be Dwarven in origin, not for me. Which leaves the darkwood longbow, or the topaz and gold ring, whatever that does. I will replenish my supply of arrows either way!"

"You could use the bow well Aramil, it is yours if no other object to it. Or the ring, whichever you prefer." Val says to him.

Having retrieved his sack from the deadfall, Finn sleeps well in his bedroll.  He breaks his fast on leftovers befpre studying his spellb9ok, feeling the hole in his spirit filling with the energy of the universe.  It makes up for the slight chill in the air.

He reaches into the satchel, pulling out a wizard's robe and hat.  He retrieves the set of gloves from his own backpack and puts on the hat and hand-ware.  Then he goes to find Lemai.

He smiles at her and the warg hide being processed.  "Syss-yl-mins-yl! sleep good?  It is colder." He asks as he offers the robe and her healing potion to the scantily clad Lamai'nain.  Should she not accept the robe he will wear it like a coat.

After detecting magical items he comments on what lies before them. "Lamai, Thardhrom, and I have one ration between us.  I know this because I took rations from those we took from the 'Black Crows' and my own and divided them amongst myself and the two dwarves.  If the rest of you have rtions I would divide them amongst us, although the iron rations are lighter and last longer than standard ones, if someone wants to trade up."

"The magical whistle is what I saw the hobgoblin use to control the razorclaws.  I was hoping the Shaman's staff summoned the bear but I guess it was his religious symbol.  If thete is no objection I would claim the spellbook, with the caveat that the spells inside be shared and copied by all who can use it."  He glances at the dagger longingly, but says nothing.

Lamai roots through the pile of gear from the dead kobolds and worgs. She separates several pieces of leather armor and is sorting them for piecemeal armor when Finn approaches her. She cocks her head to the side, looking at the robe he offers. It is a fine deep blue robe with a heavy weave and hood. Her tongue flicks the air before her, an indicator of nervousness to Finn.

She accepts the robe and removes her belt and hide halter without any thought of modesty. Her perky, young breasts are definitely human-like and Finn's face flushes red. The robe falls onto her and fits nicely. One might mistake her for human if it weren't for the strange eyes and serpentine length behind her.

She ties the belt with pouch around her waist, which looks out of place on the robe considering it is a serpentine skin belt she made. She slings her tuateran hide satchel onto her shoulder and tucks the halter into her bag.

Lamai accepts the iron rations from Valeros and the potion from Finn, placing those in her bag as well.

She pokes through the stuff piled on the ground while others are talking. They speak so fast, she cannot make out most words. The shaman's staff she takes, comparing it to hers. It was definitely of better quality. She throws hers into the pile and decides to use the shaman's. She rips off the animal skull from its end, but keeps the feathers and bone rattles in place. It will make a fine darkwood weapon.

"I guess we should pack everything safely away and begin looking for the way down. Should we clear out the upstairs first? Probably should. Durwe, no one appears interested in the enchanted arrows, take them and put them to good use." Valeros issues a few orders to the group to get them going. He didn't think anyone begrudged him, as he took on all the duties the others did too.

In reply to Valeros (msg # 724):
Camilla smiles, "I would certainly be interested in it!  I need and weapon which I can engage, if needed, when my crossbow isn't practical!"

Larn, happy with his shiny magical sword, helps pack up effectively and quickly, aiding others when and where needed. "Clearing out the higher level sounds bests, tactically."

"There is no upstairs, except in the tower." Durwe says.

Durwe regards the large gemstone. Images flood his vision, remembering the last time he saw one of those gems. Jhaelin had used it on the altar and saved his life, but at a great cost to the cleric. This stone is a different color, but has the depressions like the other had. It must be a stone for the altar.

Durwe walks up to the altar, climbing atop the large boulder to access the top. There he sees the impression for five stones. Two of the impressions have bits of gemstone shards still within them.

Arranging the gemstone over the depressions, he quickly identifies which one the stone belongs to. He wonders what it does.
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Uninterested in Val's comments Alaion moved to stand near Finn as he appraises the contents of Xune's grimoire.

Xune's grimoire is obviously not trapped, as it opens freely on handling it without fanfare.  The latching clasp is broken and worn. Finn flips through the pages, reading the magical scripted titles.

Armor, Magic Missile, Charm Person, and Sleep are the only spells contained within.  There are pages of research on another spell (Web) that she had not finished.
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"Everyone ready, lets start by checking the doors we've passed up so far, except the spider lair, as we know, from Durwe, all that is in there are spider. We'll leave it unless we can burn them out or something like that. Can you lead the way up here Durwe, you know the lay of the place more or less. We're looking for a way down."


[Private to GM: How are you going to do xp and leveling while here?]

[Private to Valeros: I am working on that.  There is a lot of material to go back and look at.  I have been a little too lax on doling out the XP.  I need to do a better job of that.  Anyway, I am working on it.]
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Stepping down fro the altar, Durwe offers the large gemstone to Thardhrom before grabbing up his own gear. He feels in good spirits and refreshed from an overnight rest. He puts the four arrows into his quiver with his other arrows. He fills the quiver with arrows from the pile of gear.

"We need to see whats in the north west portion of the building." Durwe states. He watches on as others ready themselves.