The finger of god

The Party trudge up seemingly endless, moss covered stone hewn steps, until they come to the main collection pool of water. It’s an enormous rectangular stone reservoir feeding the Lavada that ran parallel to the stairway they just ascended.
There are grates and mesh covers, filtering the water and over to the side you spot the skeletal remains of what looks like an, up-until-then, successful cleric adventurer.

Nitendae moves over to strip the body but Demitasse grabs his arm.

“Look at the way he died. It’s like he’s pointing at something…”

The Party move over in the darkness, being careful not to fall into the icy water and find five rivulets acting as tributaries into the basin.

The tunnels they’re emerging from are all wide enough for a grown man to squeeze through and are all heading upwards toward the surface.

The cleric is pointing a skeletal finger at the second one.

“Guess that’s the way out?” ventures Sereena, “But do we trust him?”

Volkon’s brow furrows. “Why would a dead man lie?”

“I don’t know… Maybe he was just mean-spirited dick?” She replies.

Demitasse settles the argument, “I think we can trust him.”

“Why’s that then?” sighs the young sorceress.

Demitasse seems surprised by the question.

“Because, by the symbol on his shield and tabard; he’s a priest of St Cuthbert.”

Sereena still looks confused, so an exasperated Demitasse expounds further.

“St Cuthbert… The god of Truth and Justice!”

After marking the indicated path, Nitendae strips the body and Issack checks for magic.

The party idly wonder how he’d managed to get up through the sewer opening and what had managed to kill him so close to safety? The answer suddenly becomes apparent as scores of poisonous, orange centipedes scuttle out of his disturbed armour.

Bastien nods in both sympathy and understanding. What’s sadder than a lone cleric out of divine healing spells?

He must have died alone in the dark with no defence from the crawling beasties.

The others skip backwards in momentary alarm, but the centipedes merely scurry back into the deep shadows.

Magical treasure:

Impressive Breast plate armour

A Heavy bronze Shield
An ornate Morning star
A small Incandescent Blue stone
Some very comfy Boots
4 x pots of some Silvery paste

Coins:

91pp, 487gp, 133sp and 96cp