"Rivenroar, Rivenroar, where have I heard that..." Freggo tries to remember any specific histories he's been told about past rulers of this castle. "Nope, I don't remember any names either, sorry."
"Oo, an opening ahead, going into the ground you say? It's just like a story! I gotta see this!" Freggo does his darndest to sneak forward noiselessly, trusting his friends' assurances that no enemies are about more than his own prowess at staying quiet. In one hand he holds his sword, in the other an odd-looking shuttered lantern with the handle of a torch sticking out of the smoke-hole.
"Hmmm, let's see if I can detect any more of that magic we sensed before..." Freggo peers into the darkness and extends his senses as he was taught by old Schmendrick.
OOC: DM: Thanks for the props! By the way, I loved the pic of the castle, nice touch!
Alas Freggo has no more to add as regards the history of Castle Rivenroar... he's heard of the place of course, and he knew it was within the Vale, but nothing else.
Now to help Viator to scan the area for magic...
Freggo, I also am eager to get in after our prey. I fear for those kidnapped...
Viator's ice blue eyes, usually so cold, melt slightly for just a second.
But may I advise caution? We sensed a strong magic from down those stairs. If I could just...
Moving closer to the stairs, he extends his senses. Reaching out, he finds the resonance and lets it engulf his mind. His eyes shine and his stands up straight.
I feel it...
Fingers twitching, holding on to the sense, he compartmentalises the feeling and tries to work out the link between the location and the powers being used.
Yes, certainly there is magic below, Viator (and Freggo) get a sense of ancient magic- mostly faded but at one time potent, that perhaps still holds in places.
More specifically the chamber down the stair seems to contain a slight sense of the ancient magic, some power- much faded, which as yet remains.
For the briefest moment Viator sees an image of flickering flame- as quickly the flickering flame bursts in to a gout of fire and then is gone. He is confident however, the magic is weak, faded and old- Viator is not frightened.
A second tug comes a little later, a wielder of magic lies below, a small but dark force broods down the stair- somehow the flame and the... individual are connected... and then the feeling is gone.
Ah-shahran quietly follows the party, seemingly distracted by the view of the castle, and gazing abstractedly around the clearing. As his glance absorbs every detail of the area, he softly mumbles Down, down, down the stairs, the goblins and the captives. Whither light, in dead of night, beneath the bones of earth? His face stretches in a manic grin just short of his standard cackle. I agree. Let's follow now, and deny them time to feed the captives to whatever undead lurk in these "katykoombs".
With a glance at Freggo as a few twigs snap under his exaggeratedly cautious step, he adds A subtle approach is a good idea, even if some of us are terrible at it. Should we try for quiet?
Ah-shahran comes to a halt- voices, their are voices coming from down the stair, he looks about wondering why none of his companions can hear them, surely... but, no.
Not undead but Goblins, and one of them is particularly shrill- barking, or rather, screeching orders- impossible to hear what he's too far away. However the 'shrill Goblin' is clearly the leader, and by the sound of things no great warrior.
And another sound, quiet- background noise, no more- the flicker of flame...
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By the sound of things, perhaps someone sneaky could even take a peek...
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