IG's Legend of The Ripper [IC]

[Rhun]

Rexy frowns. "Somehow I expected something more," she says to Fen as they complete their search of the last room. "The attic?"

 

[Autumn]

"Yeah," Fen agrees. "The attic."

He approaches the trapdoor and gingerly gives it an experimental push upwards. If he can't reach it on his own then he'll ask someone to give him a boost up.

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Dacen stands by Fen, ready to give him a lift upwards if necessary. For the moment, he keeps his thoughts to himself - reluctant to disturb the relatively peaceful morning in the hovel they've had so far.

 

[Rhun]

Rexy stands poised to act should something foul come forth from the attic portal.

 

[industrygothica]

Fen lifts the attic door and pokes his head through. He immediately feels a cool breeze on his face, and the dim light of the fog-shrouded sun seeps through another trapdoor in the ceiling, leading from the roof down into the attic.

The attic itself has a low ceiling, and is filled with numerous boxes. Fen can hear a faint rustling sound coming from the shadowy recesses of the room. It could just be the wind, or even just his imagination. But it could be something more.

 

[Autumn]

Warily, Fen starts pulling himself up. "Looks pretty clear," he murmurs down to the others. "Kinda weird noise though... could be rats. Or somethin' worse."

 

[industrygothica]

As fen pulls himself through the attic door and takes in his surroundings, he notices a heap of something below the trapdoor in the roof. As he focuses on it, the others can see the color drain from his face even from their position below him.

[sblock=Fen]It is another body--female, and horribly dissected.[/sblock]

 

[Rhun]

Rexy quickly climbs up into the attic behind Fen, backing up her companion.

 

[industrygothica]

Fen and Rexy climb through the attic door. Light isn't an issue as the trapdoor in the ceiling lets in enough.

The attic itself appears to have been a warehouse for mundane goods, haphazardly placed and hardly cared for; most of the goods are in ruin, and you wonder as to the legitimacy of possession here.

The ruined items lost your attention, however, when what was originally thought to be a pile of old blankets turns out to be a freshly mutilated corpse. It was a woman, and one arm is nearly completely severed, as is her head. Her face is hacked nearly beyond recognition, and her open abdominal cavity is empty, its contents laying in a maggot infested heap near by.

[sblock=ooc]Please see the OOC thread.[/sblock]

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Dacen clambers up, pressing his head and shoulders through the attic door. Looking at Fen and Rexy by the lump of rags, he presses himself all the way up. He pokes about at the ruined items, turning them over or opening crates with the end of his mace. Until he notices the lump of rags is a body. "Another victim," he winces.