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The Whisperers in Darkness
- Thread starter Desdichado
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Desdichado
Hero
Just checking in to say that I called in sick--give me another day or two to get my feet back on the ground, and retool the adventure I'm working on for just the two of you.
Desdichado
Hero
(OOC: I'll roll up any Spot/Listen and or Search checks as needed behind the scenes here. I don't suppose either of you has Track or ranks in Survival? Pity. 
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Delicately searching through the house, it is obvious that the body parts scattered about represent more than one individual -- there may be as many as six bodies here. It is difficult to say for sure, due the mangled and mutilated nature of the corpses, and the mixture of arms, legs and entrails. You both spot a trail of blood that leads out through the back of the house; neither of you has the expertise to tell which of the two it may be, but someone either crawled or was dragged through the house and out the back.
Here the door is missing; in fact, a large portion of the wall is entirely missing as well and the house ends in a gaping, ragged hole.
You spot another cryptic clue; the sides of the broken wall seem to be dripping with a blackish, oily slime. Looking carefully, your senses augmented by your psionic abilities (Arlenanen), you spot something even more peculiar. The house is, other than the fact that it's been ransacked, in pretty good shape. That is, the construction is solid and appears relatively recent. Around this ragged tear in the back wall, though, the wood frame and panelling seems ancient, silvered, rotted and riddled with worms, termites and maggots.
And what's even more peculiar is that this rotten state appears to end suddenly a feet away from the hole; the same piece of wood could be new and shiny on one end, and rotted on the other end if it came within a certain distance of the hole.
While examining this strange clue, you both hear a low moan. Behind the house is a small garden of shrubs, bushes and small trees. Many of them are apparently trampled or knocked over. And from under one such fallen tree, you see a human hand poking out of the downed foliage. It seems to be moving weakly.
)Delicately searching through the house, it is obvious that the body parts scattered about represent more than one individual -- there may be as many as six bodies here. It is difficult to say for sure, due the mangled and mutilated nature of the corpses, and the mixture of arms, legs and entrails. You both spot a trail of blood that leads out through the back of the house; neither of you has the expertise to tell which of the two it may be, but someone either crawled or was dragged through the house and out the back.
Here the door is missing; in fact, a large portion of the wall is entirely missing as well and the house ends in a gaping, ragged hole.
You spot another cryptic clue; the sides of the broken wall seem to be dripping with a blackish, oily slime. Looking carefully, your senses augmented by your psionic abilities (Arlenanen), you spot something even more peculiar. The house is, other than the fact that it's been ransacked, in pretty good shape. That is, the construction is solid and appears relatively recent. Around this ragged tear in the back wall, though, the wood frame and panelling seems ancient, silvered, rotted and riddled with worms, termites and maggots.
And what's even more peculiar is that this rotten state appears to end suddenly a feet away from the hole; the same piece of wood could be new and shiny on one end, and rotted on the other end if it came within a certain distance of the hole.
While examining this strange clue, you both hear a low moan. Behind the house is a small garden of shrubs, bushes and small trees. Many of them are apparently trampled or knocked over. And from under one such fallen tree, you see a human hand poking out of the downed foliage. It seems to be moving weakly.
Desdichado
Hero
Under the bushes is a human male, middle-aged, groaning and moving very slightly. He's still dressed in his nightclothes, but he has been attacked by something, and is covered with blood. Large wounds in his neck and torso still slowly seep, and his eyes are glassy.
As you inspect the victim, you also hear the sounds of regular bustle and commotion in the street beyond the garden.
(OOC: NOTE: for the new characters, this could be a good chance for you to get involved, if you're merely a passer-by at the moment. The garden wall has also been smashed through, and there are smears of slime and blood there too--anyone passing by can't miss it.)
As you inspect the victim, you also hear the sounds of regular bustle and commotion in the street beyond the garden.
(OOC: NOTE: for the new characters, this could be a good chance for you to get involved, if you're merely a passer-by at the moment. The garden wall has also been smashed through, and there are smears of slime and blood there too--anyone passing by can't miss it.)
Galec, Shifter Cleric
This town made little sense. The display last night clearly showed Greenblade respected strength, but Dol Dorn was nowhere to be seen. The Silver Flame had a temple, but the god of strength himself? Bah to them for their backwardness.
Galec's shoulders twitched as they always did when he was agitated. He wondered if he should demand pulpit time at the temple, or maybe street-preach, or--
The internal arguments come up short, as does Galec, at the sight of the wall. Something had torn through it, and not cleanly. Galec draws his longsword at the sight of blood on the stones, looking around to see if there are any town guard present. Then he shakes his head, dismissing the need for htem, and slowly approaches the breach in the stone himself.
Peering around, he sees the human and the half-elf bent over a third person. Judging none of them capable of this level of destruction (or of whatever this ... slime is), he calls out to them without actually entering the garden, sword still at the ready.
"Ho there! Are you all right? Do you need aid?"
This town made little sense. The display last night clearly showed Greenblade respected strength, but Dol Dorn was nowhere to be seen. The Silver Flame had a temple, but the god of strength himself? Bah to them for their backwardness.
Galec's shoulders twitched as they always did when he was agitated. He wondered if he should demand pulpit time at the temple, or maybe street-preach, or--
The internal arguments come up short, as does Galec, at the sight of the wall. Something had torn through it, and not cleanly. Galec draws his longsword at the sight of blood on the stones, looking around to see if there are any town guard present. Then he shakes his head, dismissing the need for htem, and slowly approaches the breach in the stone himself.
Peering around, he sees the human and the half-elf bent over a third person. Judging none of them capable of this level of destruction (or of whatever this ... slime is), he calls out to them without actually entering the garden, sword still at the ready.
"Ho there! Are you all right? Do you need aid?"
