A Merc's Life: Howl of the Carrion King [01]

[Maidhc O Casain]

Keeland and Houwlou cautiously enter the northern alcove just off the Chapel.

This debris-laden chamber has an intact ceiling, helping to preserve a huge bas-relief statue of a muscular humanoid man with a pointy beard gesturing toward a huge mountain in the background, his face a picture of mortal concern.

Houwlou quickly identifies the mountain as Pale Mountain, largest of the Brazen Peaks and figuring in many fell legends and stories. The style looks familiar to Keeland, and he searches his prodigious memory for knowledge. He dredges up a faint recollection of the style in which the Church of Sarenrae depicts its Saints in art, and concludes that this man was a Saint of Sarenrae but not one of the better known ones. He is unable to recall information about this particular holy man.

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: didn't you give info on the frescos earlier in the game?

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

[sblock=OOC]Yep. But it's been awhile so I thought I'd put it up again and save everyone a trip back through the thread . . .[/sblock]

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: nuff said then] *rub rub rub, scrub scrub scrub*

 

[renau1g]

"Curse these marks. OUT DAMN SPOT!" Aodhán grumbles as he continues to aid Harnrey

 

[Leif]

Houwlou Groulenas

To Keeland, Houwlou says, "Is it just me, or does Chap there seem to be warning against something dreadful coming from the mountain?"

[sblock=stat block, Houwlou]
Houwlou Groulenas - Male Olcán Ranger 1
Initiative: +1, Perception: +8(?)(+2 more smell/sound,+2 more vs. undead),
Longsword, +5 att, 1d8+3
Javelin, +2 att, 1d6+3
Low Light Vision 60'
AC: 17 (4Chain Shirt + 2Lg. Shield + 1Dex);FF16;T11
Fort:+2 | Ref:+3 | Will:+4
HP: 21/21
[/sblock]

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

The elf kicks desultorily through the debris on the floor of the alcove, then holds his light up to the fresco at Houwlou's words. "Could be, I suppose. There's nothing here . . . let's look at the one to the south."

 

[Leif]

Houwlou Groulenas

"Yes, just so," says Houwlou as he and Keeland quickly traverse the distance to the alcove to the south and inspect it.

[sblock=stat block, Houwlou]
Houwlou Groulenas - Male Olcán Ranger 1
Initiative: +1, Perception: +8(?)(+2 more smell/sound,+2 more vs. undead),
Longsword, +5 att, 1d8+3
Javelin, +2 att, 1d6+3
Low Light Vision 60'
AC: 17 (4Chain Shirt + 2Lg. Shield + 1Dex);FF16;T11
Fort:+2 | Ref:+3 | Will:+4
HP: 21/21
[/sblock]

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Houwlou & Keeland - Southern Alcove

A similar statue adorns the eastern wall of this chamber, in this case with the bearded figure appearing on a hilltop to a group of robed pilgrims. The being holds up his hands, palms out, in a sign of peace. Though many of the faces and limbs on the bas-relief have been worn down or cut away, the expressions of those range from beatific to horrified.

Keeland perks up a bit as the two of you enter the alcove. He looks at one of the walls. "There's something a little odd with the decoration over there."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Houwlou & Keeland - Southern Alcove

After waiting a moment for his surly companion to reply, the elf nonchalantly approaches the indicated wall and begins pressing in various places. He exclaims sharply as Houwlou's sensitive ears pick up a faint click, and a section of the wall swings out. The room revealed in the glow of Keeland's bow is irregularly shaped, open to the night sky, and quite overgrown.

Looming walls with no apparent doors other than the secret one through which you are peering enclose this small roofless garden. Monks must once have come here to relax and contemplate the ways of nature, but any order they might have brought to the place all those years ago is almost impossible to notice now, as a wild cacophony of multicolored scrub plants and desert weeds have almost completely overgrown the space.