Chpt 3, cont.
They gathered their belongings and headed back out toward the “center of the forest”, looking for the source of the evil. Very soon, they arrived at a clearing at the very heart of the wooded area.
The clearing was dominated by a two-story stone and wood mansion, with a short turret extending up from the read of the house. The house was boarded up and looked deserted. The front garden was overgrown, and had obviously been left to grow wind a long time before. The remains of a well could be see to the left of the path leading up to the front doors.
“Guess we’re going to the house after all,” Olgar smirked, “Spirit’s kinda sneaky tha’ way.”
Wodyn shrugged, and walked over to examine the well. As he did so, a shadowy black figure rose up from its depths, a ghostly black appendage reaching out to slash at the barbarian.
Wodyn’s reaction was immediate. His greataxe leapt into his hand, and he slashed through the thing. The mysterious creature dissipated.
Olgar walked up and looked down the well, but no more shadowy forms appeared. He contented himself with examining the stonework – not dwarven quality, certainly, but not bad. The construction was at least 200 years old. Nothing else revealed itself at the well – no secret passages below, or anything else of note. Olgar turned toward the house.
Meanwhile, Belarn and Nelum had walked around the building, and were just returning.
“No other entrances,” Belarn reported. “There is a cemetery out back. It’s got a big crypt or mausoleum at the center of it. Most of the rest of it is overgrown, but I did see some headstones that read ‘Gentry’.”
“We’re a’ th’ right place, then,” Olgar concluded. “House ‘r crypt, which’ll it be? Y’know th’ worst evil stuff’s likely t’ be in th’ crypt, o’course.”
“House,” Wodyn concluded. “There’s tracks on the ground here, four sets, human, and one set, kind of like a kobold.” He conferred briefly with Yuusdrail in her language, but did not translate for the rest.
They headed up to the front door. Belarn checked it for hidden booby traps, and pronouncing it safe, they pushed it open. It creaked slowly, revealing a dim hallway that headed north, ending in an archway that led to another hallway beyond. Doors on the east and west walls led to other rooms.
They selected the western door, and entered a room that had once been a dining room. In the dim light they could make out a large, dusty dining table. Busts, portraits, and murals were arranged around the room, showing the activities of various men. No two were the same, but all had a family resemblance.
“Look a bit like Farmer Ted, don’t they,” Nelum observed. The others nodded. They proceeded into the room beyond, a kitchen. This room showed some signs of recent use – it was not so dusty.
“Looks like our four missing kids are probably here,” Wodyn said, “between the tracks and the activity here.”
“Aye, we jus’ have t’ find ‘em ‘n stop whate’r they’re up t’.” Olgar agreed.
They went back to the east, crossing the entrance hall, and entered a large musty room. Bookcases lined all four walls, from floor to ceiling, and two ladders were placed against the cases, allowing access to the upper shelves. Nelum’s eyes lit up, and he began examining the books on the shelves.
“Lots of works on dark magic, old religions, dark gods. All of it mundane,” he said with disappointment after a few minutes searching. “One book is odd, though. A book about the good realm of Celestia, on a shelf over there. It looks out of place.”
Belarn went over and took a look at it. Pulling it out cased one of the bookshelves to shift, revealing a passage beyond.
“Aye, now we’re getting’ somewhere!” Olgar said. The others formed up and they entered the passage, which ran north, ending at a door. Beyond the door was a flight of stairs spiraling upward. They followed the stairs to a landing at the top – in the turret at the rear of the house. From the turret they could look out over the overgrown clearing that had once been a lush garden – probably decades before. The turrets floor was covered in dusk, and stacked with bins and boxes, none of which contained anything of interest.
They trooped back down the stairs, Olgar paying more attention to the stonework on the stairway on the return trip. His close observation was rewarded with the discovered of a secret catch in the stone, about halfway down the staircase. After Belarn examined it, Olgar tripped it, causing a section of the south wall of the stairwell to swing away into a short hallway that led to a lighted space beyond.
They walled down the short hallway, to a balcony that overlooked a small greenhouse area that was located in the center of the house. Various plants and vines grew up from the floor about twenty feet below. Light streamed in from a series of skylights about twenty feet overhead. Nothing was moving in the vegetation below, so after a few moments careful observation, they retreated back down the stairs and back to the entrance hall.
“Try the archway, then,” Olgar urged, and they went toward the back of the house.
Beyond the archway was a hallway running east-west. There were two doors in the north wall of the hall, each about ten feet down the hall from the archway to the left and right.
“Right door prob’ly lead t’ th’ garden,” Olgar presumed, “le’s take the left one.”
Belarn stepped up, examining the door, and then opening it as had become their routine.
As the door swung open, a sickly looking hand in decaying garments swung down at the surprised halfling, who was just able to throw himself out of the way.
As the door swung all the way open, Olgar could make out the short figure of a human female, dressed in the clothing of a ladies maid. The maid had clearly been dead for a long time, though, from the stench that arose from the room, and the rotting flesh that peeled slowly off the skeleton beneath. The creature was trying to grad Belarn, so Olgar triggered his crossbow at the thing, firing just over Belarn’s head. The bolt thunked into the creature, spinning it, but not dropping it.
Nelum chanted something from the back of the group, and a bolt of energy soared between them, striking the creature, and dropping it to the floor, where it hissed briefing before going motionless.
“Right,” Olgar said, when it was obvious the thing was dead. “From now on th’ runt checks the door, but th’ big man opens it.”
The others nodded agreement, and examined the room beyond. Partitions divided the room into a number of similar chambers, each with a cot, dresser, and other similar furniture.
“Servant’s quarters, most likely,” Wodyn said, and they exit the room through a door in the western wall. The hallway beyond led north to a flight of curving stairs that led up to the second floor. The group ascended slowly and quietly.
“Second floor, back o’ th’ house,” Olgar whispered when they reached the landing at the top. Iff’n anyone’s here, they’re probably up here.”
A hallway led straight ahead, southward, from the landing. Two other halls branched off to the left. They looked down the first, and saw a series of door lining the north wall.
“Too close t’ th’ back o’ th’ house,” Olgar whispered, “those room’s prob’ly small. Try th’ next hall.”
They crept down the hallway and around the next corner. The hallway dead-ended after a few feet, but there was a door to their left. Belarn checked it, signaled that it was clear, and Wodyn opened it.
Beyond was a study. A large desk dominated the room, and more bookshelves lined the walls. “Books!” Nelum said with glee and walked forward to examine a large volume that was sitting open on the desk.
Olgar rolled his eyes, and remained in the corridor, examining the walls for traces of scret passages. A poofing sound and a crackle of flames from the open door brought him running.
Nelum was standing with the scorched remains of a book in his hands, covered it soot, with nasty red burns over his exposed skin. “Explosive runes,” he coughed, and passed out.
“Aye, serves ye right fer rushin’ ahead,” Olgar said. He drew the curing wand that he had taken as his share of the loot from their last adventures, and waved it over Nelum. The man’s burns glowed briefly, then closed over, leaving behind soft pink skin. Nelum woke, coughing his thanks, and Olgar helped him to his feet. Nelum worked on brushing the soot out of his robes while Belarn and Wodyn searched the room.
“Secret door,” Belarn said from the rear. Wodyn went to help him open it.
“Aye, an’ iff’n there’s anyone there, they likely know we’re comin’” Olgar said. The barbarian pushed the concealed door open, revealing a small chamber beyond. It was filled with odd bottles, tubes, bowls, and other containers, and had a strange smell to it, that of many acrid spices or chemicals.
“This is an alchemical lab,” Nelum said in awe. “Recently used, too. I can probably get some good ingredients for my spells here.”
“Wait on that,” Wodyn said, “Let’s check this door first.” There was an ornately carved door in the eastern wall of the chamber – far fancier than any door they had seen in the house yet. Wodyn pushed it open, and it turned easily on well-oiled hinges.
The space beyond was a brightly lit chamber, about fifteen feet wide and thirty feet long. Torches were set in sconces about ten feet up on either side of the door, and every few feet down the walls, showing the ceiling of the place to be almost thirty feet overhead. Carvings and murals of strange figures, purple-skinned humanoids with strange blank white eyes, and four squid-like tentacles where their mouths should be, lined the walls. There were thirteen of the figures in all. In the flickering light, it looked as if the figures were moving sinuously.
A block of stone about five foot square stood at the end of the chamber, almost thirty feet from where Wodyn stood in the doorway. A young human male stood in front of it, turning to face them. A young girl – the missing Sarah, by her description, was behind him to the left, next to the altar.
The strangest thing in the room was standing, perched, on the altar. Four feet high, it resembled a pudgy, demonic kobold. It was reptilian, black, trimmed with red, with glowing red eyes. Small wings jutted from its back, and it had long, well-sharpened and polished claws.
The young man turned to them, saying: “I believe you were just leaving.”
Yuusdrail slipped between Wodyn’s legs, running up to kneel before the creature on the altar, jabbering in her own language.
“I don’t think so,” Wodyn growled, stepping into the room.
Nelum had crept up past Belarn and Olgar, who stood to either side of the door, and looked around Wodyn’s shoulder.
“DRAGON!” he screamed in fright.