|
The blow from the Sergeant and Erevans attacks disrupt the misty body of the spectre for a moment, but it soon reforms. The ghost screeches a loud cry and swings wildly at Lordorim, who nimbly avoids the creatures grasping claws. Life Drain: 2#1d20+4 7 Initiative Order code:
|
#
?
Jun 26, 2018 18:23
|
|
|
|
| # ? Apr 16, 2024 23:26 |
|
|
Brother Sorin of the Ruby Rose Sorin, taking the momentary distraction to work through the proper orisons to draw forth an infinitesimal portion of Sune's godly might, begins to concentrate motes of light into a large, luminescent rose. As the flower seems to strain to keep shape under the pressure of all the radiant energy, Sorin sends it flying towards the ghost. He calls out, "May Sune's Rose guide your hand!" Guiding Bolt: 1#1d20+5 13 1#4d6 9 If it hits, that's 9 radiant damage and the next ally to attack has Advantage. Tricky fucked around with this message at 18:39 on Jun 26, 2018 |
|
#
?
Jun 26, 2018 18:32
|
|
|
 Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 8 / 8 HP / 13 ACThings were officially getting real. With the sergeant and Lordorim already in the room giving the apparition a proper welcome, he didn't feel particularly keen on crowding the area further and making it harder for all the corporeal people to maneuver. After Sorin launches some kind of magic flower at their foe, Mokrul darts in behind him at the doorway, hurling a pair of daggers simultaneously over each of his comrade's shoulders. Not waiting to see whether or not his throws landed, he flattens himself against the wall beside the doorway in order to avoid fouling up Skinny's line of fire, and slings his own shortbow off his shoulder.  >> Movement >> 15' forward, into the doorway to get line of sight on the target. >> Attack (action) 20 >> [advantage from guiding bolt] vs. spectral form, throwing a dagger, dealing 4 piercing damage. >> Dual wield (bonus action) 5 >> vs. spectral form, throwing my off-hand dagger. >> Movement >> 5' right, against the wall near the doorway. >> Interaction >> Draw __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (16) / Investigation (16) / Insight (14) / Darkvision (60') Effects: Resources:: Hit Dice (1/1d8) / Arrow (20) / Iron key (library) Livestock: Chickens (12) / Chicken Feed (100 pounds) Map / Journal __________________________________________________________________________________________
|
|
#
?
Jun 26, 2018 18:55
|
|
|
"Skinny" Erevan He does not hesitate, firing off another arrow without warning or lack in accuracy. Sustained assault should bring down the specter nice and easy, especially with the six of them. Attack for 1d20+4=13. Hit for 1d8+4=10.
|
|
#
?
Jun 26, 2018 19:24
|
|
|
Lordorim Shambastik AC: 18 | HP: 7/11 Lordorim deftly stepped first the Ghost's flailing strikes and then around his allies ranged attacks as he watched his foes form. Until he saw it, right there and then, a flash. Lordorim attacks with his Longsword one-handed. N-N-N-N-Natural Twenty! The longsword whipped out from underneath, scything through the ghost's spectral form from bottom to top. It was hella flashy even if it probably didn't do much in the circumstances. 2d8 damage, +3 from my Strength Modifier, and +2 from my Dueling style. Unfortunately, the modifiers were higher than the dice, 8 slashing damage. TheNabster fucked around with this message at 19:38 on Jun 26, 2018 |
|
#
?
Jun 26, 2018 19:34
|
|
|
Noroco "Roc" Olvir The Shadow-Sorcerer As his alleys lay into this apparition, Noroco feels a strange pulse of annoyance go through his mind. Something about this spirit in front of him makes his focus sharpen to a razor's edge as he begins to re-summon his fire. A misty sort of shadow gathers around his hand as he reaches out, finding the perfect opportunity to unleash his arcane wrath upon the screaming ghost. Noroco doesn't yell or seem to speak loudly, but his voice carries strangely throughout the room as the man's normally jovial voice assumes a dark timbre. "Burn." Fire Bolt, rolled a 19 to hit and rolled a 10 for max damage Fire Bolt (1d20+5): 1d20+5 24 Firebolt Damage: 1d10 10
|
|
#
?
Jun 26, 2018 22:04
|
|
|
As the party land blow after blow across the phantom its shape begins to dissipate. With the final blast of fire from Noroco the spectre is blown back away from the group where it settles like a mist upon the ground, slowly fading away into nothingness. The room the spectre was inhabiting is far dustier and dirty compared the ones ones you have previously been in. The bedroom contains a large bed, two end tables, and an empty wardrobe, its doors cracked open and covered in cobwebs. Mounted on the wall next to the wardrobe is a full-length mirror with an ornate wooden frame. From a the door off the bedroom is a small nursery, with a crib shrouded with a black curtain in the centre of the room. Comdat is over!
|
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 01:08
|
|
|
Noroco "Roc" Olvir The Shadow-Sorcerer Noroco takes a few steadying breaths, the shadows dispersing from his casting hand as he calms himself. That had been... different. "I really don't care for this house." He brushes his casting hand idly against his his chest, an old tick from days of training past before he looks around, the danger seeming to have passed. "Before we explore what I'm sure is an exhilarating tour of horror in that room, Mokrul?" he motions over to the half-elf, rapping his knuckles on the false door, "Could you take a look at this?"
|
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 02:03
|
|
|
Brother Sorin of the Ruby Rose Sorin lets out a deep breath as the specter finally passes on. He says, "Well fought, friends. May she find peace and succor in the afterlife." While Mokrul and Roc chat about something, he takes a look around the room. The crib catches his eye, but that seems better explored with friends. Who knows what specters lurk within the nursery. Instead, he walks to the mirror and takes a look at it.
|
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 02:07
|
|
|
Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 8 / 8 HP / 13 AC The engagement was over almost as quickly as it began, and Mokrul takes a moment to congratulate his comrades. "All things considered, that actually went pretty well." Poking his head around the corner and looking to Sorin, he inquires, "I couldn't get a very good read on the nature of its damnation. Any idea if this is one of those lingering spirits that is going to reform every few weeks until a more permanent solution is found, or did we actually accomplish something there?" He supposed the obvious answer was that they would find out in a few weeks. Noroco 'Roc' Olvir posted:"Before we explore what I'm sure is an exhilarating tour of horror in that room, Mokrul?" he motions over to the half-elf, rapping his knuckles on the false door, "Could you take a look at this?"  >> Investigate 19 >> Analysis of false wall for traps or a hidden mechanism to open it up.He understood all too well that the adrenaline rush that came with a potentially lethal melee would have all of his companions on edge, and that their patience for doing things 'by the book' would be at a record low. Notwithstanding that reality, he was beginning to get uncomfortable with the deviation from both the plan and protocol. Half the floor below them remained unmolested, and they hadn't properly verified a kill when it came to that suit of armor. Those were the sort of mistakes that got people killed. As he gives the false wall a final once over, he inquires to the sergeant, "It might be wise to take a short breather here, before we kick down any more doors looking for trouble. We're already up here, so I might as well toss the third floor for clues, but we should confirm that suit of armor is resting in pieces, and then make sure we haven't exposed our flank to anything lying in wait on the second floor. What do you think?"  >> Perception 22 >> Searching for clues on the third floor. If Sorin's dealing with the southern bedroom, I'll start with the northern bedroom, but will work my way across the floor.Briefly looking down the stairwell to confirm their good behavior, he also comments, "I must also gather my party before venturing forth. Unfortunately, in the rush up the stairs to respond to the sounds of battle, I had to leave my chickens to their own devices on the second floor. They're not exactly trained runners. It would be unwise to let that continue for very long." __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (16) / Investigation (16) / Insight (14) / Darkvision (60') Effects: Resources:: Hit Dice (1/1d8) / Arrow (20) / Iron key (library) Livestock: Chickens (12) / Chicken Feed (100 pounds) Map / Journal __________________________________________________________________________________________
|
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 04:07
|
|
|
Inspecting the hidden door reveals no particular traps, and Mokrul swings it open. Staring at him from within is Sorin. After a moment of shock it comes clear that you are looking at the backside of the mirror, which is two-way. The room with the mirror angles up to a rickety staircase leading upwards to a dust and cobweb flooded dark area. Unlike the rest of the house, this stairway is pitch black, not illuminated. Exploring the rest of the floor reveals a lavishly furnished bedroom to the north. Nothing of major concern can be found aside from a jewelry box on the vanity in the bedroom that is silver with gold filigree. Within are three gold rings and a thin platinum necklace with a topaz pendant. The southern bedroom is much more plain, and aside from the black cloaked crib, contains little of note. Ovo fucked around with this message at 05:35 on Jun 27, 2018 |
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 05:31
|
|
|
Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 8 / 8 HP / 13 ACPlot posted:Inspecting the hidden door reveals no particular traps, and Mokrul swings it open. Staring at him from within is Sorin. After a moment of shock it comes clear that you are looking at the backside of the mirror, which is two-way. The room with the mirror angles up to a rickety staircase leading upwards to a dust and cobweb flooded dark area. Unlike the rest of the house, this stairway is pitch black, not illuminated. Plot posted:... lavishly furnished bedroom to the north ... a jewelry box on the vanity that is silver with gold filigree ... three gold rings and a thin platinum necklace with a topaz pendant. Mokrul (the past) posted:He wasn't here for petty theft ... per se ... >> Interaction >> Take a __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (16) / Investigation (16) / Insight (14) / Darkvision (60') Effects: Resources:: Hit Dice (1/1d8) / Arrow (20) / Iron key (library) / Jewelry box (bedroom) Livestock: Chickens (12) / Chicken Feed (100 pounds) Map / Journal __________________________________________________________________________________________ Waador fucked around with this message at 06:31 on Jun 27, 2018 |
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 06:29
|
|
|
 Sergeant deWytte AC: 18 | HP: 9/12 | PP: 14 The appearance of the secret door rings a bell in the Sergeant's mind. "Oh. Right. Before all of this ghost mess, I found one of these downstairs, too. There's a skeleton inside, not moving though thankfully. I'm going to go check it out, and make certain the second floor is totally clear." Heading back to the secret room in the library to check out the skeleton and chest.
|
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 12:36
|
|
|
Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 8 / 8 HP / 13 AC A thought occurred to him, and he decides to hedge their bets. From the bedroom, Mokrul calls out, "Lordorim, you're a strapping young man, right? With muscles? Can you gather up the pieces of that suit of armor and put it outside near the wagon? Long story short, sometimes traps reset: enchanted house, magic armor, you get the idea. The illusions fade away once things get dragged outside, so any force that might be able to reanimate that armor should be similarly restricted." After a brief pause, he adds, "Might as well drag the other four suits down the stairs and into the wagon, too. Even if they don't try to kill us later, with a bit of work I can probably buff and polish them back into shape if we find a proper workshop." He was hitting more than a few birds with one stone, and he had no regrets. It was a legitimate possibility that an enchanted house could reset its security system, and the last thing they needed was a surprise rematch with that suit of armor or one of its friends. Verifying that it was actually dead already was also important. Moreover, although he suspected that the ornamental suits of armor hadn't aged very well, enchanted objects tended to hold up over time. Although they had beaten the hell out of it, that animated suit of armor had only recently been disassembled. With a bit of work, he could probably salvage the suit of armor and make something functional for one of his companions. Most importantly, though, it was a distraction for one of his companions who might otherwise wander upstairs before they were ready. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (16) / Investigation (16) / Insight (14) / Darkvision (60') Effects: Resources:: Hit Dice (1/1d8) / Arrow (20) / Iron key (library) / Jewelry box (bedroom) Livestock: Chickens (12) / Chicken Feed (100 pounds) Map / Journal __________________________________________________________________________________________ Waador fucked around with this message at 15:06 on Jun 27, 2018 |
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 15:00
|
|
|
Brother Sorin of the Ruby Rose Sorin rallies his nerves and, with a whispered prayed to Sune, flips up the covering on the crib. What horror lies beneath? Guidance on deck for whatever ability check might be appropriate.
|
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 16:16
|
|
|
"Skinny" Erevan Arrows: 117/120 | HP: 12/12 | AC: 16 "Food is the least of our worries right now, I think," he muses towards Mokrul greedily grabbing the jewellery. "Let's make it out alive first." He moves back to the staircase, just to keep in earshot of the sergeant; the house seemed to be safe for now, but who knew what else was lurking in the corners? Then, remembering Mokrul's concern for his feathery friends, he starts to head downstairs, looking for the cluckers. If he can find them, he'll gently talk to them to hopefully get them to come along. Will use Speech of Beast and Leaf to talk to the chickens and get them to come along if I can find them. Let me know if I need a roll of some sort. Wahad fucked around with this message at 18:48 on Jun 27, 2018 |
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 18:45
|
|
|
deWytte Taking a closer look at the skeleton stuck halfway in the chest, you find that three crossbow bolts are entangled with the clothing drapped over the skeleton. In the top of the chest you can see a small launcher that the person must have tripped when they opened the chest. Inside the chest you find 3 black books, all pages are blank however. Tucked into one of the books however are three scrolls of parchment. Taking a look at them, you realize that they are spell scrolls for a variety of enchantments, Bless, Protection from Poison, and Spiritual Weapon. The last item in the chest is a crumpled piece of parchment that was cast into the back of the chest. Taking it out, you read the following. My most pathetic servant, I am not a messiah sent to you by the Dark Powers of this land. I have not come to lead you on a path to immortality. However many souls you have bled on your hidden altar, however many visitors you have tortured in your dungeon, know that you are not the ones who brought me to this beautiful land. You are but worms writhing in my earth. You say that you are cursed, your fortunes spent. You abandoned love for madness, took solace in the bosom of another woman, and sired a stillborn son. Cursed by darkness? Of that I have no doubt. Save you from your wretchedness? I think not. I much prefer you as you are. Your dread lord and master, Strahd von Zarovich Erevan Making your way downstairs you follow the sounds of worried clucking to the conservatory on the second floor. The commotion of the fight led the chickens to flee where they had been left and hide in this room in a corner near a window. A few moments of talk to calm them down is all it takes for them to start following you, feathers still somewhat ruffled. Sorin Drawing back the curtain you see in the middle of the crib a small grey bundle. Someone has taken grey cloth and tightly wound it together into the shape of a swaddled infant, and left it here in the crib.
|
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 19:23
|
|
|
Noroco "Roc" Olvir The Shadow-Sorcerer Noroco looks up at the rickety stairs, peering into darkness that seemed... strangely clear to him. He filed that away for another day though. He sees Sorin standing over crib peering into it, and calls out through the mirror, rapping his knuckles on the glass as he does so. "Sorin, we found a hidden entrance in the hall that continues up. Want to join me for a moment?" Noroco will start advancing up the stairs, testing each one carefully as he advances if Sorin joins him on the way up. Perception: Perception (Let's Investigate the Stairs): 1d20+4 7
|
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 20:03
|
|
|
Sergeant deWytte AC: 18 | HP: 9/12 | PP: 14 The stairs groan as Sergeant deWytte climbs back to the third floor, the three scrolls safely ensconced with the burgomaster's original letter and the cryptic parchment unfurled in her hand. When she reaches the landing, she announces, "Found what seemed to be a bolthole. A few enchanted scrolls, and some kind of note from a "Strahd von Zarovich." It's got some worrying implications. Something about a hidden altar, torture in the basement, and a stillborn son. Add that to a hostile ghost moaning about her daughter and I'd say we've got a situation."
|
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 20:14
|
|
|
Lordorim Shambastik AC: 18 | HP: 7/11 Lordorim snapped his fingers the moment deWytte had finished explaining the situation. "HAH! I told you all the source of this nonsense would probably be in the basement." He rolled up his sleeves and sheathed his sword for the moment. "Does the letter have a date? Or anything that would possibly indicate a date? The Strahd's are what passes for the ruling dynasty in these lands, they settled within it after they fought and won a great battle here several hundred years ago, so if this letter is from a noble Scion of that house it might raise a few questions. Assuming the Strahd in question is still alive." Waador posted:A thought occurred to him, and he decides to hedge their bets. From the bedroom, Mokrul calls out, "Lordorim, you're a strapping young man, right? With muscles? Can you gather up the pieces of that suit of armor and put it outside near the wagon? Long story short, sometimes traps reset: enchanted house, magic armor, you get the idea. The illusions fade away once things get dragged outside, so any force that might be able to reanimate that armor should be similarly restricted." After a brief pause, he adds, "Might as well drag the other four suits down the stairs and into the wagon, too. Even if they don't try to kill us later, with a bit of work I can probably buff and polish them back into shape if we find a proper workshop." Lordorim is going to slink off to gather up and go dump the enchanted armour outside the house so it cannot reanimate. Does this require a roll of any sorts? TheNabster fucked around with this message at 20:39 on Jun 27, 2018 |
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 20:31
|
|
|
Brother Sorin of the Ruby Rose Sorin looks sadly at the tiny bundle, bits and pieces coming together in a quite reasonable explanation for the root cause of the specter's pain and rage. He carefully refolds the bundle, placing it back on the crib, then hears Roc's call from the other side of the mirror... wait, why would you have a mirror in a bedroom where you could see through it? The exact design decision behind that escapes him. He calls back, "Of course, friend. I'll be but a moment." Exiting the bedroom and heading back to the landing, he meets up with the Sergeant and Lordorim. He says, "Mm, that is troubling. I'm sure we'll find whatever caused all this in the basement, but there is still the matter of the attic. Roc and I can handle the investigation, I'm sure, and we'll be back down momentarily." He hustles behind the climbing sorcerer, keeping careful watch as they climb. Surely Sune's light would detect any hidden dangers! Perception: 1d20+5+1d4 22
|
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 20:37
|
|
|
"Skinny" Erevan Arrows: 117/120 | HP: 12/12 | AC: 16 Leading the chickens upstairs once they're gathered, the Firbolg is just in time to hear the sergeant talk about the letter. "Hrm." He lapses into thoughtful silence for a moment, as Noroco and Sorin start heading upstairs. "Be careful," he mentions off-handedly to them, as he takes an arrow out of his quiver and twirls it between his fingers. "Dark forces at work indeed. I feel like burning down the house becomes more and more ideal as we discover more evils with every step."
|
|
#
?
Jun 27, 2018 20:47
|
|
|
Making their way upstairs Noroco and Sorin find themselves in a musty, cobweb filled attic. Dim light trickles in through a half covered window in the corner. Unlike the rest of the house this area is barren, with little in the way of decorations on the walls. Four doors lead off to other areas of the attic, the one closest to the stairs sports a large padlock and chain holding the door shut.
|
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 01:07
|
|
|
Brother Sorin of the Ruby Rose Sorin notes the padlock and says, "I'm not sure if that's keeping us out..." He pauses. "...or something in. Whatever the case, I'm sure it'll need to be explored before our job here is done." Picking the southern door at random, he adds, "Let's start here. Maybe the key will be in one of these three rooms." Once Roc is in position, he swings the door open and steps inside.
|
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 02:04
|
|
|
Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 8 / 8 HP / 13 ACSkinny posted:"Food is the least of our worries right now, I think," he muses towards Mokrul greedily grabbing the jewellery. "Let's make it out alive first." Sergeant deWytte posted:"Found what seemed to be a bolthole. A few enchanted scrolls, and some kind of note from a "Strahd von Zarovich." It's got some worrying implications. Something about a hidden altar, torture in the basement, and a stillborn son. Add that to a hostile ghost moaning about her daughter and I'd say we've got a situation." Lordorim Shambastik posted:I will... I will go and, do that, thing... Yeah" Noroco 'Roc' Olvir posted:"Sorin, we found a hidden entrance in the hall that continues up. Want to join me for a moment?" Brother Sorin of the Ruby Rose posted:"Of course, friend." Skinny posted:"Dark forces at work indeed. I feel like burning down the house becomes more and more ideal as we discover more evils with every step." Looking down the stairwell with a bit of concern, he concludes, "Anyway, buddy system and all that, I don't want to leave Lordorim alone." Tiptoeing down the stairs to avoid setting off any painful groans, Mokrul then proceeds to do something he would prefer to not announce publicly, though he supposed he didn't really care if he was caught: the task of double-checking the work of his comrades. He was sure the sergeant had probably done a good job searching the second floor, but he wouldn't feel comfortable until he'd done it himself. The same was true of the rooms cleared on the third floor by Sorin. >> Investigate and Perception >> Double-checking the searches performed by others.Mokrul (the past) posted:...he begins to trace his own circuit around the estate, counting out each step. "One ... two ... three ..."  >> Cartographer's tools and carpenter's tools >> Drawing a to-scale map of the rooms on the first, second and third floor.__________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (16) / Investigation (16) / Insight (14) / Darkvision (60') Effects: Resources:: Hit Dice (1/1d8) / Arrow (20) / Iron key (library) / Jewelry box (bedroom) Livestock: Chickens (12) / Chicken Feed (100 pounds) Map / Journal __________________________________________________________________________________________ Waador fucked around with this message at 07:55 on Jun 28, 2018 |
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 07:41
|
|
|
Noroco "Roc" Olvir The Shadow-Sorcerer Noroco follows inside, looking to the other side of the room from Sorin, trying to make sure there were no unfortunate surprises.
|
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 15:52
|
|
|
Sergeant deWytte AC: 18 | HP: 9/12 | PP: 14 The Sergeant nods to Skinny. "Well, I'd probably better go make sure our eager beavers don't get themselves haunted to death upstairs. Care to join me? I imagine Mokrul and Lordorim will be fine downstairs, and if we get haunted by any more ghosts or suits of armor they should hopefully hear us." Stowing the ominous note and gripping her staff, she begins to climb the stairs behind the others. Going upstairs.
|
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 18:47
|
|
|
"Skinny" Erevan Arrows: 117/120 | HP: 12/12 | AC: 16 "As you wish." The Firbolg falls in lockstep with the sergeant after handing the chickens over to Mokrul, stowing his bow momentarily to creep through the narrow staircase. Once they're up with the other men, he looks at the padlock. "Hm. Seems we need a key indeed, although I'm sure Mokrul could finagle his way through that easily enough." Hearing Sorin and Noroco busy in the southern room, he gestures for the sergeant to proceed him to another one. "Ladies first, as the saying goes."
|
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 18:56
|
|
|
Sergeant deWytte AC: 18 | HP: 9/12 | PP: 14 Giving the padlock an experimental tap with her staff, the Sergeant hesitates, but seems to decide against more direct methods of entry. "I haven't seen any keys, but one of the others may have. We'll ask when they get upstairs. And I haven't been called a "lady" in decades, Skinny, but I'll take it as a compliment." She gives the firbolg a wry smile before walking over to the next door over from the door Sorin chose and opening it.
|
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 19:05
|
|
|
Noroco & Sorin The pair step into a cramped, dust-choked room. A slender bed, a nightstand, a small iron stove, a writing desk with a stool, wardrobe, and a rocking chair fill the room with little space to navigate. A smiling doll in a lacy yellow dress sits in the northern window box, cobwebs draping it like a wedding veil. Erevan & deWytte Erevan and the Sergeant move into a large room filled with objects covered in white sheets. A window is cracked open and a breeze coming through is shifting the sheets slightly. The only uncovered item in the room is an iron stove sitting near the doorway. Mokrul Perception/Investigation: You do not find anything else of note on the second and third floors.
|
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 19:06
|
|
|
Sergeant deWytte AC: 18 | HP: 9/12 | PP: 14 "Mm. Storage," the Sergeant muses. "Probably nothing of interest here. But better to double-check." She begins to pace about the room, poking furniture and shifting aside sheet coverings with her stick. Actions: Searching the Room: 1d20+4 23
|
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 19:10
|
|
|
"Skinny" Erevan Arrows: 117/120 | HP: 12/12 | AC: 16 "Indeed." The scout methodically clears one half of the room as the sergeant goes through the other, lifting sheets just enough to see what's under them and tapping on walls in the case of other hidden doors. He checks the stove, too, opening the fire-hatch just to see if there's anything of value inside. Investigation at 1d20+1=19.
|
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 19:14
|
|
|
Checking the covered items deWytte finds objects as varied as standing mirrors, tables, a dress mannequin and more household goods. One sheet hides a wooden chest, which when opened, contains the skeletal remains of a human, wrapped in a bloody sheet. Everan makes his way around the room, banging and knocking on the walls. When he knocks on a section of the east wall it swings open, revealing a hidden doorway. The doorway leads down to a tight spiraling staircase.
|
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 19:22
|
|
|
"Skinny" Erevan Arrows: 117/120 | HP: 12/12 | AC: 16 "Sergeant?" The firbolg pokes his head through the passage, checking to make sure there's no immediate danger, before looking back at Elayne. "Found another secret passage. Shall we take this one first, or clear this floor before we tackle it?" Just to be safe, he takes a step back, awaiting orders before proceeding.
|
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 19:32
|
|
|
Noroco "Roc" Olvir The Shadow-Sorcerer Not wanting to touch ghost-spooks with his fingers, Noroco pulls out a dagger and starts inspecting the room. He tries to use the blade as much as possible to open any drawers in the writing desk, check inside the iron stove for any burnt or hidden items. Checking under the sheets, mattress and beds, just generally searching through the items in the room while keeping a wary eye on the doll.
|
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 19:44
|
|
|
Brother Sorin of the Ruby Rose Sorin looks around as well, though he does take a moment to examine the doll up close. He says, "It's curious that this room, surely for a child, is hidden in the attic. Particularly since it is hidden behind a secret wall..." He looks curiously at Roc. "Is this some noble tradition I'm simply unfamiliar with?"
|
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 22:37
|
|
|
Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 8 / 8 HP / 13 AC Mokrul spends the better part of ten (perhaps fifteen) minutes sketching out a to-scale representation of the first three floors of the manor, using the blueprinting materials contained within his carpentry and cartography kits. All of this occurs while Lordorim labors in the background, heaving armor down the stairs and out the front door, as if to a rhythmic beat of heavy breathing and clanging metal. When his task is complete, Mokrul finds his original suspicions confirmed -- to the trained eye of a carpenter and mason, the quintessential combination of skills required of any builder, the empty space had not been invisible, though it was easy to miss and hard to gauge. When put to a physical map where one could compare the first, second, and third floors side-by-side, though, it became painfully obvious: there was a room on each floor, approximately twenty-five square feet in total, that was hidden from view and positioned in generally the same place. Mokrul (the past) posted:Having finally made his way around the manor and back to the wagon, Mokrul retrieves his seventy-pound duffel bag of workman's tools. He wouldn't need it immediately, but before this was over he suspected he would have need of one particular object stored within. Slinging the sack over his shoulder, he steps back inside the manor and regroups with his comrades in and around the marble staircase. He spends a few moments eyeing the area around the fireplace suspiciously, before commenting to seemingly nobody in particular, "I'll give it a pass for now, I suppose." >> Carpentry [sledgehammer and crowbar] 13 >> Sledgehammer and crowbar to pry open the wall on the first floor.__________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (16) / Investigation (16) / Insight (14) / Darkvision (60') Effects: Resources:: Hit Dice (1/1d8) / Arrow (20) / Iron key (library) / Jewelry box (bedroom) / House blueprint (floor 1/2/3) Livestock: Chickens (12) / Chicken Feed (100 pounds) Map / Journal __________________________________________________________________________________________ Waador fucked around with this message at 23:08 on Jun 28, 2018 |
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 23:02
|
|
|
Noroco "Roc" Olvir The Shadow-Sorcerer "I could not tell you my friend. My mother was a carpenter and helped maintain my father's fishing boat. The Cormyr Olvir's, I suppose you could call us, we are trade and merchant folk, not nobles. The closest thing to nobility I ever got were the stories from my bunica passed on from her bunica." He creaks open the grate of the iron stove, carefully running the blade along the top lip of the stove to see if there was perhaps a hidden key there. "Of course, maybe the door was not always so secret. Perhaps this was to be the child's room, but... it did not come to pass. If the mother was consumed enough in grief to linger as that spirit, then they may have covered up the ways to this area to try and spare her the pain brought on by a reminder. That might explain the trick mirror as well, if one was to keep watch over a parent maddened by grief without disturbing her." He shrugs, sheathing his dagger with a shake of his head, "That might be optimistic though, grim as it is. Who knows what horrors actually took place here."
|
|
#
?
Jun 28, 2018 23:27
|
|
|
Noroco & Sorin The room contains very few items of note. The only oddity is the doll; the cobwebs around it are in fact part of the design of the doll. A frayed tag reading 'Is No Fun, Is No Blinsky!' hangs on the foot of the doll. Mokrul Chunk by chuck Mokrul tears sections out of the wall. Slowly a small alcove is revealed. Peering inside you can see a tight spiral staircase leading downwards inside the alcove.
|
|
#
?
Jun 29, 2018 05:28
|
|
|
|
| # ? Apr 16, 2024 23:26 |
|
|
Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 8 / 8 HP / 13 ACPlot posted:Chunk by chuck Mokrul tears sections out of the wall. Slowly a small alcove is revealed. Peering inside you can see a tight spiral staircase leading downwards inside the alcove.
|
|
#
?
Jun 29, 2018 05:40
|
|