[Planescape] Squaring the Circle Redux - IC

Flaust stayed as still as she could. She imagined herself a statue, a marble effigy of a Tiefling Goddess, created to ward over the spirits of lost bedclothes.

It was watching her - she "knew" it.

The bed.... Out of the corner of her eye, she found it hard to tell now, but she "knew' it's eyes had found her as she slithered in through the window. Bed's were known to be quite dangerous in some parts (You know?).

The pale-skinned girl holds still and counts to ten, then, with a feral scream leaps onto the bed and hacks at it with her sword. Dust and fabric and a little down fly everywhere and once she felt quite sure that his particular bed would harm no-one ever again, she hopped off an searched about the room for any treasures before going to the door to peer at what could be outside waiting for her.
 

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Ashy said:
The mephling cocks a brow, "Perhaps, lil'one, but it may come back wit' friends...You and Claw look afta the hounds, won't ya now?"
"W-with... with friends!?" yelps Rupert. "Iz not dead? *yip* Iz gone off to get friends!? I not knows waily ghost-things have friends!" he laments.

OOC: Aw, screw it, we're dropping out of initiative. It'll get too messy trying to keep this in rounds.
 

Both Vlad and Zoe take a little time to tend to their wounds while the others take stock and Hrothgeat flits over to rejoin his master. Vlad takes a quick glance at the statue he's standing next to but there's nothing terribly remarkable about it-- it appears to be an eroded effigy of a human male, with vines and creepers growing out of its many cracks. [Vlad rolled Spot 16+3=19] A worn inscription chiseled into its base reads, "Daruib Chamek."

Now that they're no longer in the heat of battle, everyone near the cemetery notices that this area of the courtyard is colder than usual, even for Torch, with an unusual oppressiveness of the spirit that seems to draw the joy and warmth out of life and light. Vlad, who is most conversant with the ways of the dead and undead, recognizes it as the taint of negative energy, which flows unusually strong here. He also recalls seeing arcane runes etched into the ghost's flesh (nearly burned into its soul, one might say), which by his experience was highly irregular... though unfortunately, its significance is lost on him.

From somewhere in the depths of the mansion, comes a single loud scream, sounding suspiciously Flaust-like though not particularly terror-filled. More predatory-like, really. It doesn't come again.

Flaust:
[Flaust rolled Search 6+9=15] After valiantly vanquishing the nefarious bed (hah! it will never bother sleepers again!), she gives the room a quick once-over and discovers that despite initial appearances, there is nothing of value in the room. The chest of drawers is completely empty, the golden gleam on the dented mirror frame is just gilt, and the mattress and pillows on the bed are filled with sawdust, not feathers. It seems like someone went to the trouble of making the place look nice at a casual glance, without ever intending to ever live here. [Flaust rolled Listen 15+7=22] Moving to the door, she sees only a dark and musty hallway with doors all along its length (see last combat map) though she can hear something shuffling? dragging? in room across and to the left from hers.

Kiaros:
[Kiaros rolled Search 8+18=26] Inching his way tediously around in the library and gathering books, he quickly comes to the realization after coming across the fifth copy of "The Succubus and the Chaste Paladin" that the place is filled with multiples of common books full of mostly useless information or dubious entertainment value. It seems like someone went to the trouble of making the place look impressive at a casual glance, as if it was only for show and they never intended the library to be actually used. His ruminations are briefly interrupted by a savage scream coming from somewhere nearby, sounding rather Flaust-like but not especially alarmed, followed by strange whumping noises.

OOC: Wow, I just realized there's not one rank of Knowledge (Arcana) amongst the lot of you...
 

OOC: Oh yeah, and I nearly forgot to mention: yes, the worm-thing has arms. Little withered ones, but they're sufficient for moving books around. No legs though. Not anymore.... :uhoh:
 

He continues searching for a little while, but soon decides that anything of value would probably be kept at a safer location. He slips out of his borrowed flesh, unwilling to stay in that pathetic form for another second, and makes his way towards where the scream emanated from.
It's so like Flaust, he thinks with a smile, getting into trouble.
 

Zoe Windwalker

While her body is mending slowly but steadily, Zoe keeps up with her original plan and moves towards the entrance of the mansion, intent to enter.

“Sounds like Flaust is already inside. Let's see what she has found.”
 

Vlad sighs, wishing that less of his time training as a wizard was spent in actual battle and more in study — maybe then he'd know the significance of the runes. Shrugging, he tries to cast a lesser restoration on himself, knowing at least that the negative energy that suffuses the area will make it at least slightly difficult. "Flaust's already inside? While we were here fighting that ghost? That little witch." The dwarf attempts to be angry, but his better nature, his knowledge of Flaust's typical behavior, and his normal laconic self all combine to make it sound flatter, less involved, and, in the end, not really that angry. By the time he gets to "witch," the dwarf has the beginnings of a small smile in his eyes, but it never touches his mouth or the rest of his face.
 

"Flaust getting in trouble? This surprises everyone... how?" Blade points out with amused exasperation. Shaking her head, she starts inside, trying to find the source of the scream.
 

Burrow merely chuckles, whistles to the hounds and Claw and calls Rupert to come along as he follows the group to investigate.
 

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