House Millithor in COSQ: part 3

[Endur]

Kilcif, Carcelon, Tierak, and the two Bebiliths follow Kiernan's gaseous form back to the entrance where they entered the noble level.

Kiernan goes through a door into another chamber.

Three wooden coffins line in state on the floor of this room and Kiernan's gaseous form enters the coffin in the middle.

Behind the coffins stands a row of counters and cupboards that have obviously been well ransacked. Some of its doors hang open; others have been broken off. There are cuts in the counter-tops, and most of the shelves have been pulled off.

Two sets of manacles hang from the wall. Both sets are empty.

Webs cluster on the ceiling in the northeast and northwest corners of this room.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Kilcif, Carcelon, Tierak, and the two Bebiliths follow Kiernan's gaseous form back to the entrance where they entered the noble level.

Kiernan goes through a door into another chamber.

Three wooden coffins line in state on the floor of this room and Kiernan's gaseous form enters the coffin in the middle.

Behind the coffins stands a row of counters and cupboards that have obviously been well ransacked. Some of its doors hang open; others have been broken off. There are cuts in the counter-tops, and most of the shelves have been pulled off.

Two sets of manacles hang from the wall. Both sets are empty.

Webs cluster on the ceiling in the northeast and northwest corners of this room.

Tierak directs Kilcif to open the coffin, break off a piece of the wooden lid, and use it to stake Kiernan.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Kilcif: Bugbear/Male (Barbarian/Ranger/Rogue)

Kilcif shakes his head free of the cobwebs almost wondering not how he got here but why he is here. The Matron’s hideous visage and her last words come to mind quickly, That thieving bitch she tries to cheat me out of my mind as much as my coins. We shall have to deal with that.

He simply nods his head not trusting himself to speak in his anger. He pulls upon the lid trying to rip it from its bindings.

OOC: If it will open freely from one side he will open it so that the lid will offer some protection.

 

[Serpenteye]

Matron Ki'Willis can feel the whirl of the blades surround her. The blades form a barrier surrounding the coffin, whirling a mere three feet from the stone sepulcher.

What does the Matron do next?

She steps down off the coffin, feeling the blades of the barrier mere inches from her armoured back. Uttering a silent prayer to Lolth she flips open the lid of the sarcohpagus.

 

[Endur]

The Matron is unable to open the lid of the Stone Sepulcher. The lid is locked.

The Matron tries to use her supernatural strength to remove the lid. She is strong, but no match for Kilcif or Zieggrek. She is not strong enough to break the lock.

 

[Endur]

Kilcif easily lifts the lid of the wooden coffin, exposing the motionless body of Kiernan Morcane.

 

[Pyrex]

"Kilcif, stake him and check the other two. We need to figure out who the third one belongs to."

 

[Serpenteye]

The Matron is unable to open the lid of the Stone Sepulcher. The lid is locked.

The Matron tries to use her supernatural strength to remove the lid. She is strong, but no match for Kilcif or Zieggrek. She is not strong enough to break the lock.

Is the lock internal or external (is it a pad-lock)?

 

[Endur]

Matron Ki'Willis does not see an obvious external lock, so it must be internal or well-hidden.


Carcelon remembers that Narcelia was grappling Kiernan's younger brother Laranen when they were both swept out of the entrance hall. The three coffins might be for Kiernan, Laranen, and Leonon.

 

[Serpenteye]

Shrugging at her failure of opening the sarcophagus, Ki'Willis leans back against the coffin and immerses herself in the twisted labyrinth that is her mind. She thinks back on the events that have led her to this place and her hatred against Irae is so natural to her that it warrants no reflection, she ignores it like she once used to ignore her own heartbeat.
Her thoughts go out to the child she had lost, and the one who has gone missing. She feels loss, but not grief. Loss at the diminishment of her resources, but not sorrow at the loss of those who where once so close to her heart. The emotion is cold, dry and hard, and as she dwells on it she feels a distant sence of sorrow for herself. There is still a spark of weakness in her heart, and the thought of that makes her laugh in bitterness, soundlessly to herself. She thinks back at the woman she used to be, the brilliant gorgeous fool, and... there is regret, clammy and icy cold. She reaches out mentally and metaphorically to that emotion, she embraces it and devours it, and it is gone. Cold detachment takes its place, for a while at least.