Andrew D. Gable
First Post
Pastor Miller strains his eyes, looking into the darkened chamber, but can see nothing. Gervase, standing beside the town priest, lights a lantern he is carrying with him. At the same time, Aiolos is flicking his eyes left to right, casting furtive glances along the hallway and seeing nothing amiss. Gervase, lantern held high, ventures into the room, disturbing the air further. And it's then that Aiolos recognizes that the moist smell is not the typical musty air of an Egyptian tomb or ancient ruin. No, it's something much more... organic.
"Blood," mumbles Inspector Diggory as he sniffs the air. "Fresh, too."
Gervase's lamplight reveals a large worktable piled high with a chemist's tubes and vials, an old rolltop desk, and a bookcase filled with volumes of all sorts. Most immediately visible, however, is an unmistakable and brilliant scarlet patch on the floor, glistening wetly in the reflected light. The blood is splashed over the walls as well.
[I made an assumption that as a police officer, Inspector Diggory is familiar with the smell of blood. And everyone make a Will save]
"Blood," mumbles Inspector Diggory as he sniffs the air. "Fresh, too."
Gervase's lamplight reveals a large worktable piled high with a chemist's tubes and vials, an old rolltop desk, and a bookcase filled with volumes of all sorts. Most immediately visible, however, is an unmistakable and brilliant scarlet patch on the floor, glistening wetly in the reflected light. The blood is splashed over the walls as well.
[I made an assumption that as a police officer, Inspector Diggory is familiar with the smell of blood. And everyone make a Will save]