Arcanis: The Spear of the Lohgin

[GnomeWorks]

Visha waves his hand irritably at the people across the street.

"There is nothing to see here!" He calls to them, his voice an angry hiss. "Leave!"

He then enters the house.

Hmm... if there are any traces of the plague here, then I would best be cautious. It would not be in my best interests to catch such a disease...

 

[Byrons_Ghost]

Gideon pulls open the trapdoor. The same stench wafts up, stronger than normal, as it was with the crate. A rickety set of wooden stairs lead down into a single, unlit room, probably the size of this southern part of the house. Shining a light down the entrance will reveal old crates and furniture, wine racks, and a large assortment of junk.

Cadwyn: You'd guess that the marks on the rats are consistent with the description Brother Albert gave you of how the plague effected its victims.

Visha, hearing voices from the back of the house, goes through the dining room and into the kitchen. At the back he sees the group clustered around the entrance to one of the pantries. The smell here is even worse than it was up front. A local is also with them- he looks quite apprehensive.

 

[GnomeWorks]

"What is that smell?" Visha asks, covering his mouth with the corner of his cloak.

"And what are you doing at a pantry? Hungry already?" He laughs slightly, cruelly. He then turns his gaze to the local. "And why are you here?"

 

[Zerth]

"What is that smell?" Visha asks, covering his mouth with the corner of his cloak.

"I smell a rat", Solonir says with a slight grin. "And quite literally if I might add." The grin is replaced by a serious look. "We found some dead rats in the other pantry", the elf says pointing at it's direction. "Obviously killed by the plague according to Brother Albert's description about plague-victims Cadwyn told us. Have a closer look at the rats yourself if you wish. Your knowledge about nature's creatures could help us."

"What about you, dark one? Found any more clues at the temple?"

"And what are you doing at a pantry? Hungry already?" He laughs slightly, cruelly.

"There seems to be more of this 'cooking' in the cellar", Solonir says as he gets ready to follow Gideon downstairs cursing the the foul stench.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Gods of my ancestors something smells foul. Ah Hello Visha, welcome back. Can you detect if there is anything alive down there with your nature born magics?" Gideon says girding himself for a walk into a morgue of sorts.

 

[Blockader7]

Cadwyn sticks a clothespin on his nose.

 

[Byrons_Ghost]

Your group descends into the cellar. It is dank and murky; the rotten smell of death is ever-present. The area around the stairs is still fairly functional- there are wine racks, shelves with jarred or dehydrated foods, that sort of thing. Some of the food packages show definite signs of having been chewed by small animals.

As you go further back into the cellar, things start to get more cluttered, and it is obvious that the eastern half of the room is not used much. There is broken and rotted furniture, rusted weapons and armor, and old crates containing who-knows-what. In several places their are metal bands or shackles along the walls; Gregor believes there may have been prison cells centuries ago.

Toward the easternmost end of the chamber, where the debris is thickest, Cadwyn and Visha can hear a rustling sound, as if something was moving.

 

[GnomeWorks]

"Silence!" Visha hisses. "We are not alone here..."

He walks quietly and cautiously towards the eastern edge of the room, searching for the source of the noise, and readying his shortspear as he goes.

Moving Silently (+2), and attempting to get a closer look at whatever it is.

 

[Blockader7]

Cadwyn readies his +1 nunchakus in anticipation of an iminent attempt of an ambush.

 

[Zerth]

Solonir turns to look at Visha, when he hears the druid's warning.

Solonir casts mage armor on himself and follows Visha.