Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
"There are six doors that open to the cloister: three on the east wall, three on the south wall," Emmerson says, pointing. "I do not know which one could lead us to wherever the root of this problem is."
"Bear right when you get out of the dormitory, and we'll check the first door we come to," Tucker says, scratching his chin whiskers and preparing to move. "If we don't die, we'll continue on in that direction."
"Lass, slow down for a second," Bufer says, laying a hand on Hazel's arm. "I know you're frightened, but we can't go off half-cocked. We've got to be more careful than we've been, or we're all like enough to wind up like Artos. What was it that spooked you so bad?"
"The women. Nuns, they're-" Hazel clears her throat and begins again, her voice a little stronger this time. "They were in the attic with me, and they didn't want me to leave.
"It's not some parlor trick - I could feel them trying to pull me back. An' then-" She glances at Oktav and lowers her voice, hoping the frightened acolyte won't bolt. "The first floor, I didn't see it like that before. Blood everywhere.
"I seen stock butchered. I've skinned my own catches for years. But those nuns -- she bled them like hogs. Slit their throats in their beds, and the blood pooled around them and ran down to the floor, and her bloody handprints covering their faces. Some of them knew what was coming. They must have woken up, and she held them down.
"How could the church just let them suffer here so long?"
She squeezes Bufer's shoulder in thanks, and moves with group toward the south wall.
The door leading to the first room hangs in the doorway on hinges that are all but rusted away. A poke with a morningstar knocks it off its hinges, revealing long-cold stone ovens and a large stone vat.
Walking east along the south wall, the party comes to a set of double doors, which are intact and closed.
"First door is a kitchen," Emmerson says. "We can explore it, if you all want."
"Have to start somewhere if we're going to find that book," Emus nods.
"OK, let's rule out the kitchens first." Emmerson says as he heads back to the broken down door of the kitchen.
"Where did the head nun sleep?" Emus grunts as they poke around the dusty kitchen.
"Well," Oktav says, licking his bloodless lips, "Abbesses and mothers superior sleep in the same quarters as the nuns in the smaller abbeys. In one this size, she almost certainly had her own quarters, though."
"Instead of searching the kitchen for the book, how about we head our way there?" the dwarf replies, having discovered nothing of interest in the kitchen. "The day is mostly spent, already."
Oktav rubs his arms through the wool of his sweater and nods nervously.
"Unless we're looking for a cookbook, I don't care about the empty kitchen," Tucker says, heading out and to the next door along the south wall. "Come on."
"For all we know, the abbess hung herself in the kitchen," Emmerson says. "But all right, there can be time later to return to this spot. Lead on, deputy."
Tucker opens the double doors, exposing a long room stretching 100 feet or so to the south. Simple tables and benches line the east and west walls. Wooden cups still rest at some places, and a pottery ankh-crucifix lays shattered on the floor, just visible at the edge of the light streaming in from the doorway.
"Probably the dining hall," Bufer says as he leans in between Tucker and Emmerson to take a peek at the room. He glances up at his partner. "Keep going, I guess?"
"Keep going," Hazel confirms before Emmerson can answer. "If we can't find the book in the most likely spot, we'll backtrack an' search the others."
Just a little further along the south wall to the east is a small door that the humans have to duck slightly, should they enter it.
The room is small and square, with benches built into the wall along all four walls. The southwest corner of the room contains a large ceramic stove built into the wall, and the entire room is covered in tile. A door in the southeast corner seals off a room or a passage to the south.
"Let's check the last of the doors off the courtyard before we go poking further in," Tucker says. "There were three on the east wall, right? And one of them is the library? Just two more chances for something to surprise us."
"This one looks promising, with the door and all, but we should give them all a look-see first," Hazel says. "Don't want to get trapped betwixt something behind the inner door and something coming from one of the doors we ain't looked in yet."
Bufer follows along with the others, humming "Onward, Onward, Brave Soldiers" as they head for the next door.
"I've got that damned hymn stuck in my head now!" he grouses.
The purpose of the first room along the east wall is lost to history. Its door is entirely absent, only rusted hinges remaining and within, the bare square room is empty, its ceiling torn away save for the vaulted stone arches that now only hold up the black ivy.
"Don't look like a likely hiding spot for a book to me," Hazel sighs. "What's behind door number two?"
The group moves to the last unexplored door on the east wall.
Ragged tatters of holy vestments hang from wooden pegs. Like the room to the south, the roof here is long gone, and apparently enough of the elements have gotten in through the black ivy over the years to rot away what were once intricately embroidered garments.
Shining the light room into the recesses of this chamber, no doors are visible, nor are other ways out.
"OK, now we know what's what," Tucker says. "Back to the bench room and see what's beyond."
"Bear right when you get out of the dormitory, and we'll check the first door we come to," Tucker says, scratching his chin whiskers and preparing to move. "If we don't die, we'll continue on in that direction."
"Lass, slow down for a second," Bufer says, laying a hand on Hazel's arm. "I know you're frightened, but we can't go off half-cocked. We've got to be more careful than we've been, or we're all like enough to wind up like Artos. What was it that spooked you so bad?"
"The women. Nuns, they're-" Hazel clears her throat and begins again, her voice a little stronger this time. "They were in the attic with me, and they didn't want me to leave.
"It's not some parlor trick - I could feel them trying to pull me back. An' then-" She glances at Oktav and lowers her voice, hoping the frightened acolyte won't bolt. "The first floor, I didn't see it like that before. Blood everywhere.
"I seen stock butchered. I've skinned my own catches for years. But those nuns -- she bled them like hogs. Slit their throats in their beds, and the blood pooled around them and ran down to the floor, and her bloody handprints covering their faces. Some of them knew what was coming. They must have woken up, and she held them down.
"How could the church just let them suffer here so long?"
She squeezes Bufer's shoulder in thanks, and moves with group toward the south wall.
The door leading to the first room hangs in the doorway on hinges that are all but rusted away. A poke with a morningstar knocks it off its hinges, revealing long-cold stone ovens and a large stone vat.
Walking east along the south wall, the party comes to a set of double doors, which are intact and closed.
"First door is a kitchen," Emmerson says. "We can explore it, if you all want."
"Have to start somewhere if we're going to find that book," Emus nods.
"OK, let's rule out the kitchens first." Emmerson says as he heads back to the broken down door of the kitchen.
"Where did the head nun sleep?" Emus grunts as they poke around the dusty kitchen.
"Well," Oktav says, licking his bloodless lips, "Abbesses and mothers superior sleep in the same quarters as the nuns in the smaller abbeys. In one this size, she almost certainly had her own quarters, though."
"Instead of searching the kitchen for the book, how about we head our way there?" the dwarf replies, having discovered nothing of interest in the kitchen. "The day is mostly spent, already."
Oktav rubs his arms through the wool of his sweater and nods nervously.
"Unless we're looking for a cookbook, I don't care about the empty kitchen," Tucker says, heading out and to the next door along the south wall. "Come on."
"For all we know, the abbess hung herself in the kitchen," Emmerson says. "But all right, there can be time later to return to this spot. Lead on, deputy."
Tucker opens the double doors, exposing a long room stretching 100 feet or so to the south. Simple tables and benches line the east and west walls. Wooden cups still rest at some places, and a pottery ankh-crucifix lays shattered on the floor, just visible at the edge of the light streaming in from the doorway.
"Probably the dining hall," Bufer says as he leans in between Tucker and Emmerson to take a peek at the room. He glances up at his partner. "Keep going, I guess?"
"Keep going," Hazel confirms before Emmerson can answer. "If we can't find the book in the most likely spot, we'll backtrack an' search the others."
Just a little further along the south wall to the east is a small door that the humans have to duck slightly, should they enter it.
The room is small and square, with benches built into the wall along all four walls. The southwest corner of the room contains a large ceramic stove built into the wall, and the entire room is covered in tile. A door in the southeast corner seals off a room or a passage to the south.
"Let's check the last of the doors off the courtyard before we go poking further in," Tucker says. "There were three on the east wall, right? And one of them is the library? Just two more chances for something to surprise us."
"This one looks promising, with the door and all, but we should give them all a look-see first," Hazel says. "Don't want to get trapped betwixt something behind the inner door and something coming from one of the doors we ain't looked in yet."
Bufer follows along with the others, humming "Onward, Onward, Brave Soldiers" as they head for the next door.
"I've got that damned hymn stuck in my head now!" he grouses.
The purpose of the first room along the east wall is lost to history. Its door is entirely absent, only rusted hinges remaining and within, the bare square room is empty, its ceiling torn away save for the vaulted stone arches that now only hold up the black ivy.
"Don't look like a likely hiding spot for a book to me," Hazel sighs. "What's behind door number two?"
The group moves to the last unexplored door on the east wall.
Ragged tatters of holy vestments hang from wooden pegs. Like the room to the south, the roof here is long gone, and apparently enough of the elements have gotten in through the black ivy over the years to rot away what were once intricately embroidered garments.
Shining the light room into the recesses of this chamber, no doors are visible, nor are other ways out.
"OK, now we know what's what," Tucker says. "Back to the bench room and see what's beyond."