Hewligan's Rise of the Runelords: The Skinsaw Murders
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hewligan
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I just posted this in the OOC thread, but I will duplicate it here so that you all get it:
Okay, I have had a flu for a week now, and last night my eardrum ruptured. I have an inner ear infection, and I am in a bit of pain, constantly tired, and running a fever. I have been to the hospital today to get antibiotics, but I expect to be completely out of the loop for perhaps up to a week.
I am sorry about this, but I am not in a great state right now. I will post here and IC when I am back to normal again!
Regards,
Hewligan (Grant)
Okay, I have had a flu for a week now, and last night my eardrum ruptured. I have an inner ear infection, and I am in a bit of pain, constantly tired, and running a fever. I have been to the hospital today to get antibiotics, but I expect to be completely out of the loop for perhaps up to a week.
I am sorry about this, but I am not in a great state right now. I will post here and IC when I am back to normal again!
Regards,
Hewligan (Grant)
hewligan
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Musicians' Gallery
This large room features two padded chairs and a long couch facing a wide alcove lined with stained-glass windows. Several music stands lean against the southern wall next to a violin, two flutes, and a large harp; all three instruments are in poor condition. The windows themselves depict a diverse array of animals and plants—from north to south are a large pale and ghostly scorpion, a gaunt man holding out his arms as a dozen bats hang from him, a moth with a strange skull-like pattern on its wings, a tangle of dull green plants with bell-shaped flowers, and a young maiden sitting astride a well in a forest while a spindly spider the size of a dog descends along a string of webbing above her.
Kael looks at the images. There is something there, and it is nagging at him, but he cannot place it (pretty poor knowledge (arcana) roll). He frowns. There is a story in these panes, but he cannot connect the dots.
Moving forward to the stained glass you can see the weak light of day filtering through, and peering against some of the clear panes show the cliff falling away from the house towards the dramatic waves far below.
As the party survey the room, Mal's ears perk up. He whines a low whine of warning to Kael. Danth feels it too, and then Jovik and Jokad exchange glances. There was a noise, gone now, but an unmistakable noise like a woman crying from the room just north of this one.
This large room features two padded chairs and a long couch facing a wide alcove lined with stained-glass windows. Several music stands lean against the southern wall next to a violin, two flutes, and a large harp; all three instruments are in poor condition. The windows themselves depict a diverse array of animals and plants—from north to south are a large pale and ghostly scorpion, a gaunt man holding out his arms as a dozen bats hang from him, a moth with a strange skull-like pattern on its wings, a tangle of dull green plants with bell-shaped flowers, and a young maiden sitting astride a well in a forest while a spindly spider the size of a dog descends along a string of webbing above her.
Kael looks at the images. There is something there, and it is nagging at him, but he cannot place it (pretty poor knowledge (arcana) roll). He frowns. There is a story in these panes, but he cannot connect the dots.
Moving forward to the stained glass you can see the weak light of day filtering through, and peering against some of the clear panes show the cliff falling away from the house towards the dramatic waves far below.
As the party survey the room, Mal's ears perk up. He whines a low whine of warning to Kael. Danth feels it too, and then Jovik and Jokad exchange glances. There was a noise, gone now, but an unmistakable noise like a woman crying from the room just north of this one.
Jokad and Jovik exchange glances... and Jovik know what's coming. Before he has time to roll his eyes Jokad is already moving for the door, blazing sword leading the way back into the hall.
He pauses only for a second before turning right and charging right into the closest northern door.
OOC: Frustration finally beats reason in the big Shoanti.
Strength check = 20
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PS: welcome back hewligan. Hope you recover fully soon.
He pauses only for a second before turning right and charging right into the closest northern door.
OOC: Frustration finally beats reason in the big Shoanti.
Strength check = 20
Roll Lookup
PS: welcome back hewligan. Hope you recover fully soon.
hewligan
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Iesha's Prison
Jokad reaches the door a good five yards ahead of the others. He is almost in a rage as he turns the handle and finds the door locked. The unmistakable sound of a sobbing woman can be heard beyond. The big Shoanti places both hands upon the handle and half twists, half tugs the door towards him. There is an almighty crunch as something gives. As Jovik reaches his companion he sees that the Shoanti has ripped the handle from the door, lock mechanism and all.
This room is cold and damp; a few crates sit near the north wall. The ceiling slopes down to only four feet high to the northeast, leaving little room for a small window next to a mold-encrusted pillar of brick that marks the passage of a chimney. A full-size mirror in a dark wooden frame of coiling roses leans against these bricks, angled toward the tiny windows on the north east and north walls.
To the west of the room, to the left of the door, a very moldy, very rotten bed sits alone.
You can hear a sobbing from behind the crates. A freezing chill emanates from the source of the tears.
Jokad reaches the door a good five yards ahead of the others. He is almost in a rage as he turns the handle and finds the door locked. The unmistakable sound of a sobbing woman can be heard beyond. The big Shoanti places both hands upon the handle and half twists, half tugs the door towards him. There is an almighty crunch as something gives. As Jovik reaches his companion he sees that the Shoanti has ripped the handle from the door, lock mechanism and all.
This room is cold and damp; a few crates sit near the north wall. The ceiling slopes down to only four feet high to the northeast, leaving little room for a small window next to a mold-encrusted pillar of brick that marks the passage of a chimney. A full-size mirror in a dark wooden frame of coiling roses leans against these bricks, angled toward the tiny windows on the north east and north walls.
To the west of the room, to the left of the door, a very moldy, very rotten bed sits alone.
You can hear a sobbing from behind the crates. A freezing chill emanates from the source of the tears.
Friadoc
Explorer
Whatever it is that Kael is missing about the nature of the paintings and their story, it is lost, for the moment, as his Shoanti companion bursts forward. Quickly, Kael and Mal follow their allies.
In hopes of softening the Shoanti's understandable harshness, Kael says, "If you need aid, we can help, but if you mean ill, we can return it in kind. The choice is yours."
In hopes of softening the Shoanti's understandable harshness, Kael says, "If you need aid, we can help, but if you mean ill, we can return it in kind. The choice is yours."
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