"I'm afraid it's not city living that does that, Amalrik. I've only been in a few cities in my whole life, and I'm plenty weak!" He made up for it with...well, maybe not wits, but with something. Pluck? Courage, by certain definitions of that word?

In reply to Paxton (msg # 50):

"Ha! Thnank you, Paxton. I will suffer the touch of divine hands when need be. But the power of nartural healing is not to be sniffed at!"

Hearing Pock's comment, she softens her tone, "I meant you no offense, little one. And if any try to bully you, come tell me." Almarik leaves the unspoken "..and I'll cracks heads together" to be inferred. She smiles tenderly at Pock, the way one might a favourite little cousin. She then tries to persuade the door to open.

[Amalrik, make an Open Doors roll. Your chance is 4-in-6.]

Amalrik bends at the knees and leans violently into the door, one shoulder lowered.

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16:24, Today: Amalrik rolled 1 using 1d6.  Open door.

In reply to Amalrik (msg # 54):

Splinters fly everywhere, and dry, dusty air surges out for a moment.

In reply to DM (msg # 55):

Assuming its dark in there, Amalrik says, "OK, done. Who's up next?" and step back for those with infravision or light sources to take over.

Dwarghar enters, carrying his sword and shield

As the others began to enter the new chamber Travis followed, he looked up and had his bow at the ready.

Durek moves up with Dwarghar, weapon readied.

Paxton stood up off the wall at that, and readied himself for combat.  He wasn't the first to rush in, but was ready to back up his comrades.

Pock followed with Travis, taking one large, audible gulp before he went.

Almarik is content to bring up the rear, but is happy to go somewhere else if folks prefer it.

The party advances south through the smashed doorway. They immediately enter a dusty chamber, 10x10. There is a stone pillar, waist high, with a metal bowl embedded in the top. Though the bowl is filled with nothing but dust, Paxton can immediately identify it as a station for dispensment of holy water. There are also some niches in the walls with holes the correct size for candles.

From where he's standing at the fronnt can Durek see any other exits from the room?

"This is just a guess, but perhaps if we light candles in all the niches, we could turn dust into holy water. Assuming we want to, of course."

"Well, if we see any more undead things, holy water would come in handy! I think we should try it."

The apparent lack of peril worried Travis "a church... who boarded this up and why?" the scout mused. Travis headed to one of the niches in the wall and with his dagger scraped around it's edges for signs of dust, wax, blood, whatever...

"It was probably whoever is the reason for all the undead down here..."

If no other exits are apparent, Durek studies the stonework to see if any of it seems newer, or is designed to move or constitute a trap, and so forth

"This once dispensed holy water," Paxton said.  "But long abandoned now.  Perhaps that's why it's boarded up.  This place is still sacred."

"I doubt we can sanctify it in a short period of time," he added, musing towards the holy water fountain full of dust.

OOC: Unless Paxton knows of a way to do this?

Dwarghar also examines the stonework, since it was helpful in the past.

In reply to Paxton (msg # 70):

In reply to Durek Stoneshield (msg # 69):

There is another passageway further south.

"With time, this could be restored to service.  But it's nothing I can do quickly.  A day or so at least," Paxton commented about the fount.

Durek anounces the passagemway and peers at it.