Casefiles Reopened: Agents of D.E.L.V.E.


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Moving into the courtyard is little trouble, the passage was designed to be a straight walk with few obstructions. The Gallow's Yard is walled in, the far edge meeting the exterior of the keep's wall. The Gallows themselves are intricate, lever and trap door mechanisims with a catwalk along the in front of and behind the bodies. Six of the nooses are occupied, the swaying bodies upon closer view appearing fresher than previously belived. Dressed in tatters and age worn sackcloth there is little to distinguish them from each other, their execution hoods still on and arms bound. The fortified portcullis still lies in darkness.

Erran: [sblock]You realize after a moment that the air is still, hardly a hair stirs and there is certainly not enough wind to push a body to and fro.[/sblock]
 

Erran starts to move forward, taking point, and then stops dead in his tracks just before the end of the tunnelled passage. His eyes narrow at the spectacle before them, and he holds up a hand to stop the others. He watches quietly for a moment, then turns around, moving back towards Eransyl.

"I thought I didn't like this before, now I really know I don't like it," he murmurs to the wizard quietly, although not so quiet that the others can't hear. "There's no wind. The air is still, even here in the passage... there's no way those bodies should still be swaying back and forth the way they are."
 

Thorn makes a grunting noise...not sounding pleased. "I knew something about this smelled...good eye, there. Looks like our host gave us a little welcome party in his front yard."

She squints, inspecting the bodies from within the passage. "Course, with those hoods, it's hard to say what manner of thing they are. I don't fancy facing them in these close quarters though. I'll take point into the yard and sneak to one side a bit. Then the rest of you follow, with the mages behind. When they come atcha, I'll try and surprise them from behind."

Thorn tilts her head at the others.

"Sound good?"
 

"Seems sound enough of a plan, but I'm just one person," replies Erran quietly after a few moments contemplation. "I would not, however, be so quick as to have our arcanists left in the rear, especially if someone... or something... should decide to attack us from behind."
 

Presently a great squealing and rending sound issues from the courtyard, and the portculis shudders. Slowly, the weight of the gate taking it's toll on the ancient mechanism, begins to rise. The swaying of the bodies becomes more pronounced, their speed increasing and starting to turn them on their nooses from the force of whatever pushes them.
 

More than a little intimidated by the display, Thorn nevertheless starts to go with the plan. She slinks forward out of the walkway and hunches near the wall, keeping to where the shadow and the rubble can help conceal her as she slouches towards the slowly raising gate, and the flapping bodies nearby it.

I've got a bad feeling about this...

(Hide is +15, Move Silently is +13)
 

"I believe," Erran says, quietly yet with a dry tone, "that we're about to encounter more difficulties." He moves forward as well, remaining as silent as he can to get a better view of the area without stepping out and making his presence blatantly obvious.

[sblock=Sorrow]Move Silently check: check result DC 22 (1d20+9=22)[/sblock]
 



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