Clint considered the value of the rubies but moved out of the way to allow others to examine the area with magic rather than explore the room further.
Banjo and Thurstan scanned the room with Detect magic. Both detect a strong aura of conjuration from the mirror and each caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror. Banjo had his mind’s eye fill with images of when he first discovered he had the ability to harness magic. Thurstan was struck with a similar image of the first time he made a connection to Gozreh. Both were inspired by the experience and felt a wave of well being wash over them.
At Dargoth’s request, Leera looked into the room to examine sarcophagi. She did not recognize any of the people depicted on the lids. While examining the sarcophagi she saw herself in the mirror. Immediately the bard’s mind was filled with visions of the slaughter of the innocent family in the mausoleum and her inability and unwillingness to help them escape their fate. The experience left her disquiet and shaken.
Dargoth, Kirlic and the wolf all stood ready for action awaiting direction from the others.
While waiting for the magic users, Clint went to the door to the southwest, opening it to reveal the room beyond.
A musty putrescence pervades the air here. Two warrior statues in this room look stern, even angry, as they brandish their spears southward. You see four standing sarcophagi along the southern wall, two sealed ones flanking to others that are open, their lids lying smashed on the ground before them. Each remaining lid has the graven image of a person on it, each looking like the lid is a prison and each face screaming in pain, wide eyes set with rubies.
The sound of steel clearing its sheath is the first sign that you have danger as a skeletal figure with ornate full plate leaps from the eastern open coffin with a hiss, its eyes burning under its helm. “Blood and vengeance,” it whispers.
With great deliberation, a bloated, rotting figure raises its arms and shambles forward from the other open coffin. A gurgling moan escapes its flabby lips.
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