Darkhawk: The Horror Begins

[Jemal]

Jonathon moves away from the door and to the stairs.
He pauses for a moment, hefting the mace as though evaluating his options in his mind. With a sigh, he glances at the others, his gaze lingering on each as he speaks softly "There's something going on here. I don't know about you, but I intend to find out what." And then starts down the stairs.

 

[dave_o]

Thinking better of it, Allister tosses the chair leg on the desk, illiciting a small splash of blood. It is folly. His mouth works as his mind wheels and paces, his fingers restless on his grip of the torch. Allister's dark blue gaze moves from the blood-soaked book to Jonathon, hefting mace and shield, so eager to go below and help, though it may cost his life. What has war done to me? Was I once like him? The solider, old beyond his years, steps toward the young "knight", torch flickering and casting restless shadows across their faces.

It is folly. Allister lifts his glance to regard Jonathon's eyes, "As do I." And folly is nine tenths of valor.

 

[airwalkrr]

Just for clarification, it appears you wish to go back downstairs. Will you be going back to the level you were at or the level below it? Will you be looking for anything in particular?

 

[dave_o]

Just for clarification, it appears you wish to go back downstairs. Will you be going back to the level you were at or the level below it? Will you be looking for anything in particular?

It seems to me we're going to try and help whomever the screams are coming from.

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

[Hey, why am I getting no email notifications any more!? ]

Balin has been standing silently in a corner of the room and trying to determine the exact position of the screams.


Shaking his head in disapproval, he quietly follows the others back downstairs. But before he does so, he will look for any silent way to lock the door to the floor with the guards.

 

[Blind Azathoth]

Kyros smiles thinly as the others decide upon the course of action he had already resolved to take. Without speaking, he moves to descend the stairs behind the others.

 

[airwalkrr]

The only thing Balin can discern with certainty is that the screams issue from a lower level. Anything more specific is not possible, at least not from where Balin currently stands.

Locking the door appears impossible since it does not have a lock. Since the door opens into the room, it is possible you could move the large crates in the corner in front of the door, however due to their weight this would likely make a lot of noise and probably alert the guards outside.

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Balin will then move downstairs with the other, but keep an eye on the door as he is going down...

 

[airwalkrr]

Your party returns to the level they originated from and nothing appears to have changed. Your torchlight flickers down the hallway showing you nothing out of the ordinary from when you first left it. The screams can be heard again, and they come from below.

Just about that time, you hear a small commotion upstairs. You can discern the creaking of a door, talking and footsteps, however they do not appear to be approaching the stairs. The footsteps stop and you can hear two men carrying on a conversation.

[sblock=Blind Azathoth and Ivid]You are just barely able to make out the conversation above.

"Hold on now, Lynward, looks like the sergeant's door is cracked. That's a bit odd."
"Yup. Better check it out I s'pose."
...
"Well now, it seems the sergeant took a wee fall did he?"
"Aye. Someone cut 'im, and cut 'im good."
"Ah well, no need cryin' 'bout it. Ought to make the best of a bad situation. Search 'im for valuables, maybe the killer left sometin'."

You now hear the rustling of clothes and the occassional bump or knock on the wooden desk.[/sblock]

 

[airwalkrr]

By the way, I use an honor system for the reading of private messages. You may spoil things from time to time if you read a spoiler block intended for another character. There is no way I can police it so I don't even try, I just ask you to allow yourself the full enjoyment of the game by not doing it.