industrygothica
Adventurer
Fen checks the wine rack behind the bottle of wine Rexy pulled out, and finds what appears to be some sort of lever. He cautiously searches the rest of the rack and notices some well-hidden hinges attached to the side.
IG's Legend of The Ripper [IC]
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"That big... maybe a really big orc? Or I once saw a half-giant in a freak show... but that might have just been a human born with big bones, I don't know for sure," Rayel offers tentatively. Speaking of something mundane was helping to temper her sorrow, as well as the fact that the poor don't often have the luxury of mourning. You either worked through your tears or you didn't eat.
"Is there something behind the rack?" she asked Darcel.
"Is there something behind the rack?" she asked Darcel.
PhoenixAsh
First Post
Dacen Athrin, Human Cleric of St. Cuthbert HP: 8/9
Dacen listens without responding as they debate the origin of the footprints. Dacen pries into the contents of some of the barrels seeing what kind of things were stored in them, suspecting alcohol.
Dacen listens without responding as they debate the origin of the footprints. Dacen pries into the contents of some of the barrels seeing what kind of things were stored in them, suspecting alcohol.
industrygothica
Adventurer
Dacen pries off the lid of a few barrels to see if there is anything useful. The first two are as he suspects, and full of cheap but drinkable ale.
He pops the lid off a third barrel, expecting the same, but is greeted with a violent retching as he sends what was left of his last meal splattering to the floor, soiling his boots. A broken and mangled corpse lies in a twisted heap inside the blood-filled barrel. Bits of flesh and bone float atop, and a swarm maggots swim through the gore with apparent glee.
Dacen is sickened
[sblock=ooc] Sorry - that wasn't in the adventure, but this room needed a little... something.![:]](http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png "Devious :]")
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He pops the lid off a third barrel, expecting the same, but is greeted with a violent retching as he sends what was left of his last meal splattering to the floor, soiling his boots. A broken and mangled corpse lies in a twisted heap inside the blood-filled barrel. Bits of flesh and bone float atop, and a swarm maggots swim through the gore with apparent glee.
Dacen is sickened
[sblock=ooc] Sorry - that wasn't in the adventure, but this room needed a little... something.
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PhoenixAsh
First Post
Dacen Athrin, Human Cleric of St. Cuthbert HP: 8/9, Sickened
Dacen slams the lid shut almost as quickly as he opens it. Its not the sight that get's him - its the smell. Stumbling to a corner he loses his lunch.
Taking a few deep breaths, he steadies himself - but he still feels shaky. And that smell, it just seems to linger in his nostrils. It just won't go away.
Turning around abruptly he get's close to the rest of the group and away from those barrels. He shuts his eyes tightly a moment, then tries to focus on the situation at hand. "I'm fine. What've we got, a door?"
Dacen slams the lid shut almost as quickly as he opens it. Its not the sight that get's him - its the smell. Stumbling to a corner he loses his lunch.
Taking a few deep breaths, he steadies himself - but he still feels shaky. And that smell, it just seems to linger in his nostrils. It just won't go away.
Turning around abruptly he get's close to the rest of the group and away from those barrels. He shuts his eyes tightly a moment, then tries to focus on the situation at hand. "I'm fine. What've we got, a door?"
Rayel shoves her fist in her mouth, gaping wide and breathing hard as the priest opens the body-filled barrel and loses his lunch at the stench and sight.
"Oh no... oh no! Who was that? Another..." she pauses and swallows, her face ashes. "Another victim of the ghost? Or him who follows her?"
She seems a little shocked at the priest's callousness at dismissing the body in favor of the hidden door, but Ray's pale color indicates she still in some amount of shock. As poor as she was, Rayel had seen the dead many times, from violent fights, house fires, beatings and stabbings and muggings, starvation and illness. But her long tenure... elsewhere... had sensitized her again to death, and this more than retained its power to shock.
"Oh no... oh no! Who was that? Another..." she pauses and swallows, her face ashes. "Another victim of the ghost? Or him who follows her?"
She seems a little shocked at the priest's callousness at dismissing the body in favor of the hidden door, but Ray's pale color indicates she still in some amount of shock. As poor as she was, Rayel had seen the dead many times, from violent fights, house fires, beatings and stabbings and muggings, starvation and illness. But her long tenure... elsewhere... had sensitized her again to death, and this more than retained its power to shock.
PhoenixAsh
First Post
Dacen Athrin, Human Cleric of St. Cuthbert HP: 8/9, Sickened
Dacen flinches as Ray's questions force his mind on things he would rather put aside for now. Prel could at least be recognized. Who will be able to know the corpse in that barrel? Would anyone want to know the fate of that one, if they cared for them? What in the world should be done with all these bodies - mutilated the way they are?
"Couldn't tell, Ray. Another victim. Another sight I'll carry with me to my grave. Fen's right. We shouldn't be prodding into things, except what we need to do to end this."
Dacen looks at a wall, not looking at anyone. Put it out of your mind, Dacen. Just think about something else.
Dacen flinches as Ray's questions force his mind on things he would rather put aside for now. Prel could at least be recognized. Who will be able to know the corpse in that barrel? Would anyone want to know the fate of that one, if they cared for them? What in the world should be done with all these bodies - mutilated the way they are?
"Couldn't tell, Ray. Another victim. Another sight I'll carry with me to my grave. Fen's right. We shouldn't be prodding into things, except what we need to do to end this."
Dacen looks at a wall, not looking at anyone. Put it out of your mind, Dacen. Just think about something else.
industrygothica
Adventurer
ooc: Anyone seen Autumn?
Fen sees the hinges and gives the wine rack a little tug. Not surprisingly, it swings open and reveals a damp and darkened corridor.
Fen sees the hinges and gives the wine rack a little tug. Not surprisingly, it swings open and reveals a damp and darkened corridor.
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