Shards of Memory--Act I: The Boundless Void

[Rystil Arden]

*Diedrik approaches the first doorway. It is a small door made of wood.*

(OOC: Just approaching the doorway or going in?)

 

[Festy_Dog]

Diedrick waits for the others to catch up if they need to, then checks the lock and enters.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*The door is unlocked. It is a small bedroom, devoid of an inhabitant, with a bed and desk.*

 

[Festy_Dog]

*Unless there are any texts lying about, Diedrik continues down the hallway checking room by room for documents, occupants, remains or loot.*

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Diedrik continues down the hallway without finding anything interesting on his list until he reaches the righthand turn which leads to stairs leading down into the hold.*

 

[unleashed]

Zaeryn T'Erilan, Male Altanian Arcanist

*Zaeryn follows along slowly deep in concentration, gazing at everything he passes.*

 

[Festy_Dog]

*The search of the various cabins ending fruitlessly, Diedrik ponders what the group may find in the hold.*

He smiles wryly and talks to the others in a whisper, "Two gold we find corpses and something exceptionally weird in the hold."

*Diedrik picks his way down the stairs, worried about finding something he's not sure anyone wants in the last place the group will look.*

 

[Rystil Arden]

*In the hold, Diedrik finds corpses and something exceptionally weird...well not really, just corpses. There's a circle of burned, battered and stabbed corpses surrounding a cluster of several corpses that don't have a mark on them, with weapons on the ground near them. Near the head of one of the unmarked corpses is a fanciful captain's hat, and another of the unmarked corpses has a chain with a Rowaini holy symbol around his arm, the holy symbol itself lying on the ground near his arm.*

 

[unleashed]

Zaeryn T'Erilan, Male Altanian Arcanist

“Well I’d take your bet, Diedrik, but I fear I’d be throwing my coins away,” Zaeryn remarks with the hint of a grin, as he follows down the stairs.

 

[Keia]

"Interesting," Yuriko murmured as she entered the hold . . . Her sword was held ready and low as she scanned the room, looking for potential threats. "A former warding or ring of fire perhaps to protect them . . . but it obviously failed them."