stonegod's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft: Ch. II [IC]

[s@squ@tch]

Marot the Deadly

Marot peers into the accountants room once more as he notices the rank odor starting to fade.

"As much as I agree with the ritual cleansing of the fallen, the odor doesn't agree with me too well." He says as he heads towards the stairwell.

 

[stonegod]

Unlike most of the rest of the castle, fluttering torches in iron scones light this stairway, though the light is dim and cold. A chill wind rushes down the circling shaft. Carefully creeping up, Jarrith finds a landing that is free of undead or evil that leads into a small antechamber. A door of delicately carved steel stands at the far end of the chamber. Flanking the door are suits of armor facing each other across the hall from the shadowy depths of two alcoves.

Both Jarrith and Ashlyn know that the door will block any magical sight they have.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Marot the Deadly

Marot glances at the suits of armor with a questioning eye.

OOC: Detect Magic on the armor and door, looking for any magical auras.

 

[stonegod]

No auras are detected.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Marot the Engineer

"That is a fairly solid looking door," Marot says after surveying the suits of armor. "Hopefully the good Lord Sergei did not lock it behind himself, if he came up this way yesterday."

His face takes on a half-grimace as he ponders what may lie beyond.

'Doubtful that this would be the library -- as who needs metal doors to contain books? They aren't ones to try and escape."

He looks to Khensu,"We may need your strength to open this door if it is indeed locked."

Then, turning to Jarrith,"Unless, of course, you are able to coax it into opening for us."


OOC: Map is hard to read -- does the stairway continue to go upwards as well?

 

[stonegod]

OOC: Map is hard to read -- does the stairway continue to go upwards as well?

OOC: Stairs go up and down still.

 

[DEFCON 1]

"Unless, of course, you are able to coax it into opening for us."

Jarrith chuckles at this and shrugs his shoulders. "I'm not the greatest lockpick in the world... but I could give it a shot." He first pulls out his wand and casts a spell to increase his manual dexterity, then begins the slow task of seeing if he can get the steel door unlocked. (Cast Cat's Grace / Take 20 on Open Locks check [20]+10= *30*)

 

[stonegod]

OOC: No one has checked the door...

Before using his wand, the Stalker uses a bit of common sense first. He puts his hands to it and quickly find the door unlocked.

Dust swirls in the air as the door is opened, mingled with the must smell of decay. Before the group, a long table of oak stretches beneath a blanket of dust. The rotting tablecloth lies in tatters beneath dusty plates and tarnished silverware. In the center of the table, a large, tiered cake leans heavily to one side, its frosting green with mold. Cobwebs drape like dusty lace down the sides of the cake, a tiny figure of a woman in white finery crowning the decaying mass.


[Map Later. There is another exit to the north from this room.]

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tessa moved just a bit forward, holding up her lantern so that it illuminated the scene. The tableau laid out before them was more than a bit disturbing, and she had to wonder how long it had stayed undisturbed- and why the castle's lord had left it intact...

 

[Stormwind]

As she moves forward, Ashlyn remains cautious and continues to make extensive use of her ability to detect undead, paying particular attention to whatever may be found beyond the door to the north of them room.

As she looks around the dust covered room, she thinks to herself, This place is in serious need of cleaning.