Hewligan's Rise of the Runelords: The Skinsaw Murders
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Friadoc
Explorer
Kael, too, waits for Jovik's signal, with Mal close by his side, however his eyes are giving the ground floor a deliberate, cautious once over, to see if anything stands out to him, specifically of an arcane nature. Obviously the seven-sided box with spiky runes is standing out, simply because of the symmetry with the seven-pointed star, however he is looking for whatever else may stand out.
OOC
[sblock=Vitals, current]
AC 12, Touch 12, Flatfooted 10
HP 15
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[sblock=Spells Per Day, remaining]
0-level 6 of 6
1st-level 5 of 6
2nd-level 4 of 4
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OOC
[sblock=Vitals, current]
AC 12, Touch 12, Flatfooted 10
HP 15
[/sblock]
[sblock=Spells Per Day, remaining]
0-level 6 of 6
1st-level 5 of 6
2nd-level 4 of 4
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hewligan
First Post
The group move up the stairs, entering onto the first floor of the mansion. Before a wide hall stretches and arches around, punctuated by quite a few doors. It is very dark here, with little natural light filtering through. The floor is slick in places with mold and damp. The walls reveal their peeling layers of paint. The whole place smells of old wood and cloth, and worse.
Jovik moves from door to door, listening at each, shaking his head, moving on to the next, and repeating. The place is silent, except for the infrequent sigh as a wooden panel resettles into place, or as the wind rattles some distant windows or board.
OOC: Lots of doors, as can be seen below, with nothing to hear behind any. You need an artificial light source up here. I assume someone has one? Let me know what you want to do.
Jovik moves from door to door, listening at each, shaking his head, moving on to the next, and repeating. The place is silent, except for the infrequent sigh as a wooden panel resettles into place, or as the wind rattles some distant windows or board.
OOC: Lots of doors, as can be seen below, with nothing to hear behind any. You need an artificial light source up here. I assume someone has one? Let me know what you want to do.
The pervasive feeling of dread and Kael's invisible assailant were putting Jokad's nerves on edge. The big Shoanti was getting antsy and apt to do something rash.
With a frustrated sigh he points at the 1st door <on the left at the top of the stairs> and says, "How about this one?"
You can tell he'd like to kick it in but is trying to show some restraint.
With a frustrated sigh he points at the 1st door <on the left at the top of the stairs> and says, "How about this one?"
You can tell he'd like to kick it in but is trying to show some restraint.
hewligan
First Post
The first door on the left clicks open to reveal a short hall that leads on and then turns right to open onto a stairway that leads downstairs. This must correspond with the door to the right of the carpet that was covering the strange stain downstairs. Personally, you don't know why a house would have two flights of stairs leading to the same floor, but perhaps this one was for servants use?
hewligan
First Post
With Jokad grumbling, Jovik offers up a weak smile and moves to the next door. His hand checks the door. It is unlocked. He places his body against the door, turns the handle, and gently shifts it open, rolling into the room on his haunches.
Danth follows close behind, his blade casting a flickering pale light across the room.
A stone fireplace sits in the northwestern portion of this chamber. Paintings hang on the walls to the north and south, each covered over with a thick sheet of dusty cobwebs that obscures its subject from view.
The place is dusty, almost foggy with dust. Or perhaps it is damp, for you can smell the age in the room.
Kael, Mal, and Jokad follow in. The 'gallery' was perhaps once a room for entertaining, but there is no furniture any more, just the fireplace and the paintings. Danth moves up to one, and gently wipes away the dusty cobwebs over the paintings to a noble person, sitting sideone, facing into the room. Tiny spores of damp spot the painting, dulling the once vibrant colours.
Moving from painting to painting reveals them to be portraits of the previous tenants of Foxglove Manor. The three to the north depict Vorel and Kasanda Foxglove and their daughter Lorey. Vorel is a tall, middle-aged man with long dark hair, a clean-shaven face, and dark blue noble’s clothes, while Kasanda is a stern-faced brunette woman with wisps of gray in her short hair and a flowing blue dress. The five to the south show Traver and Cyralie Foxglove, their son Aldern, and their two daughters Sendeli and Zeeva. Traver, like Vorel, is tall and thin, but with an even narrower face and a thin mustache. Cyralie is a young woman with long red hair and an impish smile. Each painting bears a plaque that identifies those pictured within.
As soon as all of the portraits have their cobwebs cleared away, the temperature in the room drops dramatically.
Breath frosts in the air and fingers of rime slither across the walls. The figures depicted in the portraits suddenly shift from paintings of living people to those of dead folk. Kasanda and Lorey slump into misshapen tumor-ridden corpses. Traver grows pale as a long cut opens in his throat and blood washes down over his chest. Cyralie blackens and chars, and her arms, legs, and back twist as if broken in dozens of places. Aldern’s flesh darkens with rot, his hair falls out, and he deforms into a ghoul-like monster. Both Sendeli and Zeeva’s portraits frost over but otherwise remain unchanged. Vorel’s entire portrait, frame and all, erupts into a sudden explosion of fungus and tumorous growth. This wave of fungus and disease washes over the entire room in seconds before the room suddenly reverts to normal.
You all stand in silence for a second, as if waiting to see if the others had witnessed the grotesque horrors that you had been exposed to. The wimpering of Mal makes you realise that this was a shared vision. You feel unclean, as if you have breathed in that cloud of spores that spread across the room.
A quick glance at the paintings reveals that they are back to their old, formal portraits, but the memory of the horrible visage that you have just seem is seared across each and every one of your minds.
You do not like this house one bit!
Danth follows close behind, his blade casting a flickering pale light across the room.
A stone fireplace sits in the northwestern portion of this chamber. Paintings hang on the walls to the north and south, each covered over with a thick sheet of dusty cobwebs that obscures its subject from view.
The place is dusty, almost foggy with dust. Or perhaps it is damp, for you can smell the age in the room.
Kael, Mal, and Jokad follow in. The 'gallery' was perhaps once a room for entertaining, but there is no furniture any more, just the fireplace and the paintings. Danth moves up to one, and gently wipes away the dusty cobwebs over the paintings to a noble person, sitting sideone, facing into the room. Tiny spores of damp spot the painting, dulling the once vibrant colours.
Moving from painting to painting reveals them to be portraits of the previous tenants of Foxglove Manor. The three to the north depict Vorel and Kasanda Foxglove and their daughter Lorey. Vorel is a tall, middle-aged man with long dark hair, a clean-shaven face, and dark blue noble’s clothes, while Kasanda is a stern-faced brunette woman with wisps of gray in her short hair and a flowing blue dress. The five to the south show Traver and Cyralie Foxglove, their son Aldern, and their two daughters Sendeli and Zeeva. Traver, like Vorel, is tall and thin, but with an even narrower face and a thin mustache. Cyralie is a young woman with long red hair and an impish smile. Each painting bears a plaque that identifies those pictured within.
As soon as all of the portraits have their cobwebs cleared away, the temperature in the room drops dramatically.
Breath frosts in the air and fingers of rime slither across the walls. The figures depicted in the portraits suddenly shift from paintings of living people to those of dead folk. Kasanda and Lorey slump into misshapen tumor-ridden corpses. Traver grows pale as a long cut opens in his throat and blood washes down over his chest. Cyralie blackens and chars, and her arms, legs, and back twist as if broken in dozens of places. Aldern’s flesh darkens with rot, his hair falls out, and he deforms into a ghoul-like monster. Both Sendeli and Zeeva’s portraits frost over but otherwise remain unchanged. Vorel’s entire portrait, frame and all, erupts into a sudden explosion of fungus and tumorous growth. This wave of fungus and disease washes over the entire room in seconds before the room suddenly reverts to normal.
You all stand in silence for a second, as if waiting to see if the others had witnessed the grotesque horrors that you had been exposed to. The wimpering of Mal makes you realise that this was a shared vision. You feel unclean, as if you have breathed in that cloud of spores that spread across the room.
A quick glance at the paintings reveals that they are back to their old, formal portraits, but the memory of the horrible visage that you have just seem is seared across each and every one of your minds.
You do not like this house one bit!
Friadoc
Explorer
With steadying breaths, Kael unclenches his teeth before he asks, quietly, "Now, didn't someone suggest that it would have been rash to burn this nuthouse down from the outside?"
However, as it is said, Kael does his best to have one of his calming smiles on his face, which he does, although it is not as strong and reassuring as it normally is.
"We're not keeping this place," says Kael. "I remember think that it'd be nice to have our own lodge, somewhere, but...yeah, nope."
However, as it is said, Kael does his best to have one of his calming smiles on his face, which he does, although it is not as strong and reassuring as it normally is.
"We're not keeping this place," says Kael. "I remember think that it'd be nice to have our own lodge, somewhere, but...yeah, nope."
Jokad grips the hilt of his blade so tightly his knuckles are white. His nostrils are flared and the chill of the room makes his breath escape from his nose in angry vents of steam.
Through clenched teeth his says, "Was that some sort of vision? Does anyone know the history of this occursed family? Did they meet the ill-fates we saw?"
His eyes are wild and continue darting about the room long after the unsettling scene.
OCC: We should probably search the room before continuing on. Probably through the doors in the rear?
Through clenched teeth his says, "Was that some sort of vision? Does anyone know the history of this occursed family? Did they meet the ill-fates we saw?"
His eyes are wild and continue darting about the room long after the unsettling scene.
OCC: We should probably search the room before continuing on. Probably through the doors in the rear?
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