IG's Legend of The Ripper [IC]

"Yeah, forget it," Fen rasps, though he gives a quick worried glance at Rexy. "Nothin' here now. We, uhh.... had a lil' run-in with our gracious hostess."
 

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Dacen nods solemnly. He reflects on Mari Kell - the first of the Ripper's killings. A murder without justice or retribution. Her manifestation here is an abject lesson in a primary principle of his faith. Without justice, wronged spirits do not find easy rest. Those same spirits do not move on to their just rewards, and linger in the material world. They become malignant and destructive. Undead.

He closes his eyes in silent prayer. He thanks St. Cuthbert for the lesson in the importance of his principles. He asks for the strength to carry out His will. And he prays that when Mari Kell's spirit departs, that St. Cuthbert will offer her some succor and shepherd her on her way to a just afterlife.

He opens his eyes and smirks. Hopefully, he is not getting too far ahead of himself. "Let's stick together when we open up these doors from now on."
 

[sblock=Xao]An excerpt from From Potters Field

...apparitions can be bound by the burning of human flesh and blood. Consequently, primitive cultures offer sacrifices to appease the dead and seek wisdom from their ancestors. To give of yourself is the highest flattery to a spirit, and they cannot help but be attracted to such demonstrations...[/sblock]

When Xao is finished with the book, he can add the following spells to his spellbook (though he may not be able to cast them yet):

0-level - disrupt undead; 1st-level - cause fear; 3rd-level - gentle repose, halt undead

Everyone: There are still four more doors on the left side of the corridor, and three more on the right. It could be a very long night.... :]
 

"Let's just move on," Fen mumbles uncomfortably. "We gotta turn this place over, so best to just get on with it... right?"

He makes for the next door along the corridor.
 

The second door on the left...

At first the door resists your efforts to open it, having swollen like a water-bound corpse. When at least it relents, you find yourself looking at the mundane contents of a walk-in supply closet. Stacks of yellow and moldy linens, boxes of rat-chewed candles, and moth-eaten pillows line the shelves. A dark discoloration in the ceiling suggests water, or perhaps some other liquid, has fouled the closet.
 


"I should let you know that I found some troubling things in that book. I think that Mr. Crofter may have attempted some sort of burnt offering of his own flesh and blood, in order to attract the spirit of Mari Kell. I can't guess what guiles and enchantments her spirit laid for him, or what delusions he was under. But we should gird ourselves so that we don't fall victim to the same."
 

Dacen peers at the ceiling, "What is that?" Sniffing the air he then shakes his head, "Never mind. Next door."

He frowns at Xao's warning and lays a hand on Fen's shoulder, "Wait a moment Fen." Praying and concentrating for a moment, he invokes a protective ward upon the scout. He releases his shoulder with a sigh - the ward seems like scant protection against the unnatural dangers of this place, but he forces a smile. "That might help you resist - if you feel a strange compulsion to do something stupid."

[sblock]OOC: Protective Ward: +1 on next saving throw, lasts 1 hour.[/sblock]
 


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