D&D 5E A New Frontier [IC]

[Thateous]

The man looks at Luthor with a befuddled look on his face as you all move past him and make your way out the colony. Finding your way to the mansion is simple enough as it can be seen rising just above the canopy. When you arrive at edge of the trees surrounding the manor there is a noticeable drop in ambient noise and a staleness to the air. A small dilapidated iron fence intertwined with thick vines surrounds the structure. A small stone path, that nature has slowly reclaimed, wines it's way through a an old garden and to thick ornate doors.

 

[Azurewraith]

Ramas heads to the front door and knocks before pushing to see if the door is open

 

[Neurotic]

"Nice of you to knock, Ramas. But please, if something attacks us out here, don't negotiate. Or rather, win first, ask questions later."

Luthor looks encroaching forest uneasily, he cannot see more the hundred feet around himself and that makes him nervous. But he remembers that he cannot see under the sea either, just across the surface and he leaves some space for Ramas to call out or negotiate if that is his way.

 

[River Song]

"Charming place," Thren smiles absently. "Very...quiet.... smells bad.. Unnatural..."

 

[MetaVoid]

Low hum comes from the hooded figure at the back of the group as hissing sound of blade being drawn is heard in the still morning air as Tarukka prepares for the battle.

 

[Azurewraith]

"You don't all actually think this place is haunted right?I bet its just a..... a... a cat" Ramas smiles at Thren

 

[River Song]

Thren smiles, "Can..keep cat?" he asks hopefully. "Should we.......doors ...maybe knock....what could happen? ...Knock?"

 

[Azurewraith]

"You can keep the cat"

 

[River Song]

Thren gives Ramas a smile of pure joy and excitedly joins him at the door. "Here kitty....Hello?"

 

[Thateous]

As you gather around the door, knocking and conversing on the probability of the manor actually being haunted a tremor is felt that silences all small talk. As you look around trying to discern its source, it reveals itself, or more accurately, they reveal themselves. Eight skeletons dressed in ragged clothes too dirty to identify rip their way up from beneath the overgrown garden, their eyes locked on the party as they bring rusted weapons to bare.

OOC: Roll initiative... skele ini: 1d20+2 16 Thren and Ramas are immediately in front of the locked ornate double doors, everyone else is strung about behind them.