Hewligan's Rise of the Runelords: The Skinsaw Murders

"Apparently the Misgivings is no longer uninhabited," says the young cleric. Then Danth turns to consider Jokad. "Is this the same Foxglove we went hunting with? What does he want with you?"

Jokad snaps his glowering visage over toward Danth. The seething anger obvious right behind his eyes... and confusion.

"Can't be him," Jokad retorts. "There's no way that fop would be capable... But why me? How would anyone else even know of me?"

"My bet is some other wretch threw in the Foxglove part to lure us to this 'Misgivings' in case we didn't catch that clue."

"It's probably a trap, and I'm ready to kick the damn door in and yell BRING IT ON".
 

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OOC: It appears that Jokad is keen to move on to further ass-kicking adventures. Are the rest of you happy to move on to the Misgivings, or do you want to return to town?

This map shows the local area. Jovik knows it all well enough to guide you about, albeit that he might not always know the quickest routes.

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1: This is the farm where you held the stand at night against the ghouls and courageously fought them off and saved the family!

2: You current location - the hell house that was once a farm but has lately been the hive of these beasts.

3: Foxglove Manor - about 3 miles away from here (less in a straight line, but the track follows the winding river).

Let me know what you want to do and I will move things along.
 

"As much as I'd like to rush over there and burn their world down around their ears," says Kael as he looks to each of you. "Are we ready? We've the supplies? Are we rested and ready? If so, then let us have at them. But, if we're not, we need to make sure we are, or we'll do a disservice to not only ourselves, but to those we protect."

"So I ask you, are we ready?"

OOC

Kael and Mal are all up for it, I've only used a minor amount of their reserves, so it's good. Of course, once we're sure the area we're in is safe and cleared, so that those behind us are safe, as well as the area cleared of anything that might be useful to us in our coming foray, then I say we move forward.
 

Danth nods to Kael. "I've only used a small amount of Sarenae's blessings today, and do not believe any of us are injured. I say we push on, and we can at least scout this manorhouse out. Perhaps get an idea of what we are dealing with."



AC: 19, Hit Points: 31/31

[sblock=Current Spells Readied]
- Level 0: Detect Magic x2, Light, Guidance, Resistance
- Level 1: Command, Bless x2, Shield of Faith + (d) Cure Light Wounds
- Level 2: Cure Moderate Wounds, Deific Vengeance (CD), Remove Paralysis + (d) Heat Metal[/sblock]
 

"I think you know my thoughts on the subject."

"Even if it is a trap we might actually show up before we are expected. I think we mowed through these ghouls faster than they expected."
 

The route leading out to Foxglove Manor is a three-mile hike along a narrow path that follows the Foxglove river from the covered bridge where it flows under the Lost Coast Road to the dark sea cliffs overlooking the Varisian Gulf. Here, wild sea birds call out to a roaring ocean that churns hundreds of feet below.

As you approach Foxglove Manor, it almost seems as if nature herself becomes sick and twisted. Nettles and thorns grow more prominent, trees are leafless and bent, and the wind seems unnaturally cold and shrill as it whistles through the cliffside crags. The path slowly rises, turns a steep corner in the cliffs, and then Foxglove Manor looms at the edge of the world.

The strangely cold sea wind rises to a keening shriek as Foxglove Manor comes into view. The place has earned its local nickname of the “Misgivings” well, for it almost appears to loathe its perch high above the ocean, as if the entire house were poised for a suicide leap. The roof sags in many places, and mold and mildew cake the crumbling walls.

Vines of diseased-looking gray wisteria strangle the structure in several places, hanging down over the precipitous cliff edge almost like tangled braids of hair. The house is crooked, its gables angling sharply and breached in at least three places, hastily repaired by planks of sodden wood.

Chimneys rise from various points among the rooftops, leaning like old men in a storm, and grinning gargoyle faces leer from under the eaves. That the manor clings to the cliff is remarkable, as the whole far side is nothing more than a sheer drop down to the ocean below, a fall of over three hundred feet. Out front, the foundation stones of a long-burnt outbuilding stand sentinel astride the weed-choked approach; a low stone well squats morosely amid these ruins.

There are still a good few hours of daylight left (perhaps 2-3 hours before dusk, and another hour before pitch dark falls). You are a good distance from the house, taking a rest and pulling in the strong sea air.

OOC: The ruined outhouse stands about 60+ feet from the main house. The house has two entrances on two separate areas that stick out a little from the main building. Between the house and the barn the path splits, one to each door. The stone well squats at the split of the path.
 

"It's crap like that, right there, that makes me think the road is much better than a house," says Kael with a smirk. "While it might not be just, someone should be jailable for just living in a place like that."

"It just screams "Look, evil and its minion live here"," adds Kael as he gives the place a lookesy from the groups position. "If I had the power in my blood, I'd explode the place from here in a hail of fiery wrath, just to be on the safe side."
 

Danth points a gauntleted hand toward the breaches in the walls of the manor. "Obviously, someone has moved in...you can see where the walls have been patched." The cleric quickly drops his hand and pulls his finely woven cloak back around him, against the chill of the ocean breeze. He offers a small smile to Kael. "I have a few pints of oil in my pack...we could give the place the same treatment as we gave to Thistletop!"
 

"As much as I'd like to kick the whole damn thing over the edge that gets us no answers."

"I'm not usually one to think before acting but if we had burned the farmhouse down before checking it out, as I had suggested, we'd have never found the letter leading us here."

"We need to know who's really behind all this or we'll never really know if we've finished the task."

"We need to go in."
 
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"Well said, Jokad." Danth looks up into the sky, toward the sun. "We have a few hours before nightfall...do we go in now, or wait for dawn to cast her warm embrace upon us before proceeding?"
 

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