IG's Legend of The Ripper [IC]

[industrygothica]

Fen doesn't notice any traps.

 

[frostrune]

Fen will then continue down to the door and listen at it before again searching for traps.

Listen +5, Search +6 - he'll take 20 on the search if allowed

If he hears nothing and doesn't find any traps, he will wave the others up before trying to open the door.

 

[industrygothica]

After several minutes Fen still doesn't find any traps. The air on the other side of the door is silent.

 

[Rhun]

Rexy moves up behind Fen. She takes a deep breath to steady herself, ready to face whatever danger lies behind the door.

 

[frostrune]

Fen looks at the others to make sure everyone is ready before trying to quietly open the door, crossbow at the ready.


OOC: Once everyone is gethered he will open the door.

 

[industrygothica]

This little chamber chills the heart. There is an overwhelming sense of pure evil emanating from it, a hatred so deep that searching for its root cause is like yelling down a bottomless well. The walls are decorated with crude fetishes crafted of bits of flesh, hair, bone, and organs. Stinking viscera is smeared across almost every surface. Simple furnishings fill the room - a chest, a ramshackle table, and a pile of humanoid and animal pelts that seems to act as a bed. In a disorganized array across the tabletop and floor are jars containing preserved organs and a gruesome collection of body parts wrapped in bloodied rags. Mixed in with the remains are instruments of terror, all the items one would expect of a well-stocked torture chamber.

As horrifying as all this is, it fades in comparison to the wretched being standing before you.
It's like staring into the very face of terror. With its ashen pallor and leathery, weathered skin the being looming before you has the appearance of a very old, emaciated man. Atop its head rests a redcap, which seems to have been colored with blood instead of dye, and on its feet the creature wears over-sized iron boots. Fiery red eyes bore menacingly at you, conveying such contempt it's as if it views pond scum instead of threats to its very existence.
The creature reaches long, skinny arms ended in sharp eagle's talons towards you, and beckons you on.

 

[frostrune]

Fens eyes start to roll back and his head swims at the sheer, overwhelming horror of the place. He forces down his gorge and levels his focus and crossbow in on the apparent cause of all this: the weathered, vicious old man.

"I think you got some explaining to do," Fen says as steadily as he can muster. "You're comin' with us. Don't try anything funny and we won't have to stick ya."


OOC: He is 'ready' to shoot (and move back) if the man makes any sudden moves. He is somewhat stalling for time to get Rexy and Dacen into a better position.

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Dacen will make the sign of protection, and raise his shield and mace.

The grim determination in his eyes may make pretty clear that he will attack at Fen's sign.

 

[industrygothica]

OOC: We'll wait for Isida to post, and then do initiative.

 

[Rhun]

Rexy steps forward, her blade leveled at the strange man before her. Her hand shakes a bit, the oppression and horror of the place getting to her. With great will, she calms herself. For better or worse, at least the thing standing before them appeared to be corporeal; her blade and her courage were the best defense against this thing.