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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hewligan" data-source="post: 4569357" data-attributes="member: 19688">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!<img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3223/3072300154_af9aca19a6.jpg?v=0" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>

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