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CLOSED Pathfinder: Rise of the Runelords, Burnt Offerings
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hewligan
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Tsuto
Mal growls, the noise almost inaudible, but the tension in him is evident. Kael can feel it clearly, the others too cannot help but sense the dog's unease. As Jovik reaches the far door, he can see the heavy lock has a single key hanging from a chain off of the handle. This one should be easy to open.
As Jovik lifts the key in the palm of his hand, you can hear the lock turning on the door back down the corridor outside of which the rest of the party are poised. There is a click, a grinding of metal, and then the door swings open. Mal curls his back in fearful preparation, his head low, his tail straight behind him, his teeth bared.
The thick smell of incense is the first thing to hit you as the door opens, and then the flickering glow of candlelight.
"Oh Gods!" you hear a male voice curse, obviously alerted to your presence by the light spell and, perhaps even catching a sight of some of you. The unseen figure starts to try and swing the door closed again, but Jokad managed to jam a foot against it, holding it open and causing it to bounce back a little. The figure inside the room lets out some curse in a language you cannot understand, and then retreats into the depths of his room, leaving the door open...
OOC: Actions please.
Mal growls, the noise almost inaudible, but the tension in him is evident. Kael can feel it clearly, the others too cannot help but sense the dog's unease. As Jovik reaches the far door, he can see the heavy lock has a single key hanging from a chain off of the handle. This one should be easy to open.
As Jovik lifts the key in the palm of his hand, you can hear the lock turning on the door back down the corridor outside of which the rest of the party are poised. There is a click, a grinding of metal, and then the door swings open. Mal curls his back in fearful preparation, his head low, his tail straight behind him, his teeth bared.
The thick smell of incense is the first thing to hit you as the door opens, and then the flickering glow of candlelight.
"Oh Gods!" you hear a male voice curse, obviously alerted to your presence by the light spell and, perhaps even catching a sight of some of you. The unseen figure starts to try and swing the door closed again, but Jokad managed to jam a foot against it, holding it open and causing it to bounce back a little. The figure inside the room lets out some curse in a language you cannot understand, and then retreats into the depths of his room, leaving the door open...
OOC: Actions please.
hewligan
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Part One: The Unconscious Prisoner
Jovik turns the key in the lock, feeling the mechanism yield. The room revealed to you appears recently to have been used as a storage facility, its empty shelves attesting to its old use. On the floor of the room, curled up in the far corner as if trying to move as far away from the door as possible, lies the unconscious prisoner. She lies on her side, bound at the wrists and ankles with rope, and blindfolded and gagged with strips of leather. She is bruised, one cheek is speckled with dried blood, and you can see deep, crusted welts on her wrists where she has strained against her bonds. Her breathing is shallow, but strong.
You have found Ameiko, although the girl clearly is not in a good way.
Jovik turns the key in the lock, feeling the mechanism yield. The room revealed to you appears recently to have been used as a storage facility, its empty shelves attesting to its old use. On the floor of the room, curled up in the far corner as if trying to move as far away from the door as possible, lies the unconscious prisoner. She lies on her side, bound at the wrists and ankles with rope, and blindfolded and gagged with strips of leather. She is bruised, one cheek is speckled with dried blood, and you can see deep, crusted welts on her wrists where she has strained against her bonds. Her breathing is shallow, but strong.
You have found Ameiko, although the girl clearly is not in a good way.
hewligan
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Part Two: The Brother
Jokad swings the door open, revealing a small room with a simple bed, a bedside table littered with lanterns and candles, and a heaped collection of clothing and equipment piled up against the foot of the bed. The small table with three chairs, one tipped over and lying on the floor, sits in the middle of the room. Three candles burn atop it, and the surface holds an open book with a pen laid across it, a bottle of ink, and a plate of half finished food. The glass carafe of blood red wine is almost empty, and, it appears, has been drunk from without the aid of a cup, for you cannot see one present. The room has a stifling, thick air, as if too long slept in.
At the back of the room, braced against the far wall, stands what you presume to be the brother of Ameiko, Tsuto Kaijitsu.
He is a tall man, with handsome, elven features, but a cold, grim set to his jaw. His ears are hung with a collection of small gold hoops, with long brown hair pulled tight back and coiled into a tail that lies over his right shoulder. He wears a worn white shirt under loose leathers, with knee high soft boots.
His right hand holds a long knife, pointed towards the door, pointed towards you. He speaks:
"So you are the damned 'heroes' that have done so much to spoil our plans ... you think? I hope you enjoyed your short-lived fame, for soon you will be as ashes!!! She will destroy you like the children you are."
He pauses then, watching you warily for a second. There is fear in his eyes, but also the burning conviction of a madman.
"I guess you saw our handiwork upstairs? I killed the old bastard, and it felt SO GOOD. Ameiko didn't seem to appreciate it, but he killed our mother, and he deserved to die."
He laughs, a short, weak, almost tearful laugh.
"Don't come any closer!" he warns.
"I am serious!"
But you are not quite so sure what he is serious about. He is only holding a knife.
Jokad swings the door open, revealing a small room with a simple bed, a bedside table littered with lanterns and candles, and a heaped collection of clothing and equipment piled up against the foot of the bed. The small table with three chairs, one tipped over and lying on the floor, sits in the middle of the room. Three candles burn atop it, and the surface holds an open book with a pen laid across it, a bottle of ink, and a plate of half finished food. The glass carafe of blood red wine is almost empty, and, it appears, has been drunk from without the aid of a cup, for you cannot see one present. The room has a stifling, thick air, as if too long slept in.
At the back of the room, braced against the far wall, stands what you presume to be the brother of Ameiko, Tsuto Kaijitsu.
He is a tall man, with handsome, elven features, but a cold, grim set to his jaw. His ears are hung with a collection of small gold hoops, with long brown hair pulled tight back and coiled into a tail that lies over his right shoulder. He wears a worn white shirt under loose leathers, with knee high soft boots.
His right hand holds a long knife, pointed towards the door, pointed towards you. He speaks:
"So you are the damned 'heroes' that have done so much to spoil our plans ... you think? I hope you enjoyed your short-lived fame, for soon you will be as ashes!!! She will destroy you like the children you are."
He pauses then, watching you warily for a second. There is fear in his eyes, but also the burning conviction of a madman.
"I guess you saw our handiwork upstairs? I killed the old bastard, and it felt SO GOOD. Ameiko didn't seem to appreciate it, but he killed our mother, and he deserved to die."
He laughs, a short, weak, almost tearful laugh.
"Don't come any closer!" he warns.
"I am serious!"
But you are not quite so sure what he is serious about. He is only holding a knife.
