"If anyone cares for a musician's opinion, I would love to wait and sift through the wreckage," Elaine continued to clean herself off. "But if you all lust for combat right this second, we can head up the hill to the House of Horrors."
"This fire might be burning throughout the night. We can come back and check on it, I think." He wasn't sure what kind of precious mace might be in there, but if what Elaine said is true it might be needed to get into the house anyway. Either that or kill whatever is in there. They'd have to return for it either way.
Sorasuna watched as Fergus started to head off. He was so excited to leave, and she couldn't blame him. "What a strange fellow..." She looked at Marius and back to Fergus. As he walked off, she wondered if he would be safe. Without much thought, she wandered after him, going so far as to step outside of town and onto the road as she followed him. Something was strange and off. The dragonborn got a sense that Fergus was in danger.
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Marius' gaze follows the dragonborn as she walks out of town down the road, following the ostler. When he hears Rey, he turns his head toward the blind elf, wondering whether she is serious about wanting the aid of a weird teenage human. What does she reallywant?
Then the pony brayed in distress, and his head snaps around to see the empty road. "Wait, what? Where?" Then a long pause and sigh. "Well, that figures."
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Orel is about to take the first few steps towards the house when the horse in the distance neighs in distress. He looks, only to see Fergus and the Dragonborn, who seemed to have followed him, gone. "That's... odd," Orel says, taking a few steps down the road. He waves the group forward, pulls his maul from its sling, and begins advancing down the road.
"Not odd at all. People leave - that's what they do." Marius drags his feet behind Orel, at the back of the group if the others also come along.
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"People disappearing is just what they do?" Elaine asked incredulously. They were there and then... gone. What guarantee did she have that she wouldn't disappear any second? There wasn't a sign of them, not magical or otherwise.
"Let's get up to that house and see what dark magic is causing this," the bard said with newfound resolve and gritted teeth.
Orel nods at Elain. For a moment he wanted to shout the dragonborn's name, but he never got her name so he couldn't. It still didn't feel right. "Ok, let's go," he says as he changes his course and heads to the house on the hill.
Rey observed the dragonborn leave with Fergus. How cowardly, she thought. She turned her attention back to Marius, waiting to see if he'd help her, when she heard the pony make a noise, then instantly stop. Guess they're dead. How sad. She followed Orel, anxious to get her hands on more valuable goods.
The group takes the local road west of town to the "haunted hill" on which House Crain sits, then takes the first steps onto a cobbled path leading to the manor that anyone has taken in at least a decade. It's a steep wind to the top and the cobbled path eventually becomes scores of crumbling brick stairs as you ascend through thick bramble and skeletal trees. Spots of the path are overgrown to the point you have to push through thickets of thorny vines, many of you tearing garments and scratching flesh in the process.
You break into the open suddenly and find yourself staring at on iron gate that once barred the path. The gate its self was shaped to look like a spiderweb with the figure of a large, open crescent on the top of each side. Within the iron spiderwebs, you see oval plates bearing numbers - "4" on the left and "7" on the right. Flanking the gate are two spindly iron columns, on top of each is the figure of a large bat. Though the gate is secure, and looks to be in remarkably good condition, the fence on either side is rusted and rotten.
Marius shrugs. "I've seen crazier things, I guess," he mutters to himself as he goes to help Rey. In a soft monotone, he describes the terrain around us and helps keep her from getting scraped on brambles and the like.
When we get to the gate, he gives her a full description of what he sees. "So, what do you think?"
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Rey allows Marius to "help" her along, and chuckles softly as he begins to describe everything he sees to her. While he's describing the gate, she takes note that the gate appears to be newer than the fence. Or it might be enchanted. Tough to tell. "Sounds like we need a key," she replied, with a smirk.
"Hmmm... locked. Four and seven..." Orel inspects the fencing around the gate, but is reluctant to touch any of it. The gate itself looks so new looking, something had to be going on with it. He checks the fencing further down, keeping his eyes open for anything else he might notice.
"Certainly magic," Elaine murmured to herself, also noting the numbers. One was prime and the other a perfect square, but that information was trivial when it didn't form a pattern. She knew of many number patterns, but none stuck out in her memory as possessing both a four and a seven.
"Or forty-seven, I suppose," she whispered to Orel, who so far seemed to be the most levelheaded of the group. "Perhaps there are exactly forty-seven things in the House Crain that will try to kill us."
"Standing here staring at a gate isn't going to get us far." Rey walked over to Orel near the left side of the gate, and inspected the fence. It was old and falling apart. There was one particular gap in the fence that looked wide enough to squeeze through. "See you on the other side," she said, as she worked at squeezing her body through without actually touching the fence itself. Once on the other side, she stretches. "Easy peasey."
Orel chuckles at the thought, "Or perhaps it meant something at another time. Right now this fence seems easy enough to cross." As he says this, Rey ducks in, not even touching the bars on her way in. It takes some effort for Orel to follow, but he squeezes through as well.
"Things that seem easy rarely are," Elaine muttered before following Orel and Rey through the fence. She expected some sort of magical trap, but got... nothing. "I hope the Crain's know that this is terribly anticlimactic."
Stone seems a little hesitant to pass through the gap in the fence that the others used, so Marius uses that moment to take a close look at the gate structure and architecture. "Hmm... the ovals contain dozens of tiny runes concealed in the scrollwork."
Then he gives Stone an 'are you going or aren't you?' sort of glance and gestures towards the opening in the ramshackle fencerow.
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Rey smiled sweetly. "We're going to check out the house on the hill. Marius, would you be so kind as to help me?"
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"If anyone cares for a musician's opinion, I would love to wait and sift through the wreckage," Elaine continued to clean herself off. "But if you all lust for combat right this second, we can head up the hill to the House of Horrors."
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"This fire might be burning throughout the night. We can come back and check on it, I think." He wasn't sure what kind of precious mace might be in there, but if what Elaine said is true it might be needed to get into the house anyway. Either that or kill whatever is in there. They'd have to return for it either way.
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Sorasuna watched as Fergus started to head off. He was so excited to leave, and she couldn't blame him. "What a strange fellow..." She looked at Marius and back to Fergus. As he walked off, she wondered if he would be safe. Without much thought, she wandered after him, going so far as to step outside of town and onto the road as she followed him. Something was strange and off. The dragonborn got a sense that Fergus was in danger.
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In the distance, somewhere on the main road headed toward Thorngate, many within the group hear a pony bray in alarm, then suddenly go silent.
Marius' gaze follows the dragonborn as she walks out of town down the road, following the ostler. When he hears Rey, he turns his head toward the blind elf, wondering whether she is serious about wanting the aid of a weird teenage human. What does she really want?
Then the pony brayed in distress, and his head snaps around to see the empty road. "Wait, what? Where?" Then a long pause and sigh. "Well, that figures."
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Orel is about to take the first few steps towards the house when the horse in the distance neighs in distress. He looks, only to see Fergus and the Dragonborn, who seemed to have followed him, gone. "That's... odd," Orel says, taking a few steps down the road. He waves the group forward, pulls his maul from its sling, and begins advancing down the road.
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"Not odd at all. People leave - that's what they do." Marius drags his feet behind Orel, at the back of the group if the others also come along.
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"People disappearing is just what they do?" Elaine asked incredulously. They were there and then... gone. What guarantee did she have that she wouldn't disappear any second? There wasn't a sign of them, not magical or otherwise.
"Let's get up to that house and see what dark magic is causing this," the bard said with newfound resolve and gritted teeth.
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Orel nods at Elain. For a moment he wanted to shout the dragonborn's name, but he never got her name so he couldn't. It still didn't feel right. "Ok, let's go," he says as he changes his course and heads to the house on the hill.
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Rey observed the dragonborn leave with Fergus. How cowardly, she thought. She turned her attention back to Marius, waiting to see if he'd help her, when she heard the pony make a noise, then instantly stop. Guess they're dead. How sad. She followed Orel, anxious to get her hands on more valuable goods.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
The group takes the local road west of town to the "haunted hill" on which House Crain sits, then takes the first steps onto a cobbled path leading to the manor that anyone has taken in at least a decade. It's a steep wind to the top and the cobbled path eventually becomes scores of crumbling brick stairs as you ascend through thick bramble and skeletal trees. Spots of the path are overgrown to the point you have to push through thickets of thorny vines, many of you tearing garments and scratching flesh in the process.
You break into the open suddenly and find yourself staring at on iron gate that once barred the path. The gate its self was shaped to look like a spiderweb with the figure of a large, open crescent on the top of each side. Within the iron spiderwebs, you see oval plates bearing numbers - "4" on the left and "7" on the right. Flanking the gate are two spindly iron columns, on top of each is the figure of a large bat. Though the gate is secure, and looks to be in remarkably good condition, the fence on either side is rusted and rotten.
It would be a simple matter to squeeze through...
Marius shrugs. "I've seen crazier things, I guess," he mutters to himself as he goes to help Rey. In a soft monotone, he describes the terrain around us and helps keep her from getting scraped on brambles and the like.
When we get to the gate, he gives her a full description of what he sees. "So, what do you think?"
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Rey allows Marius to "help" her along, and chuckles softly as he begins to describe everything he sees to her. While he's describing the gate, she takes note that the gate appears to be newer than the fence. Or it might be enchanted. Tough to tell. "Sounds like we need a key," she replied, with a smirk.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
"Hmmm... locked. Four and seven..." Orel inspects the fencing around the gate, but is reluctant to touch any of it. The gate itself looks so new looking, something had to be going on with it. He checks the fencing further down, keeping his eyes open for anything else he might notice.
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"Certainly magic," Elaine murmured to herself, also noting the numbers. One was prime and the other a perfect square, but that information was trivial when it didn't form a pattern. She knew of many number patterns, but none stuck out in her memory as possessing both a four and a seven.
"Or forty-seven, I suppose," she whispered to Orel, who so far seemed to be the most levelheaded of the group. "Perhaps there are exactly forty-seven things in the House Crain that will try to kill us."
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"Standing here staring at a gate isn't going to get us far." Rey walked over to Orel near the left side of the gate, and inspected the fence. It was old and falling apart. There was one particular gap in the fence that looked wide enough to squeeze through. "See you on the other side," she said, as she worked at squeezing her body through without actually touching the fence itself. Once on the other side, she stretches. "Easy peasey."
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Orel chuckles at the thought, "Or perhaps it meant something at another time. Right now this fence seems easy enough to cross." As he says this, Rey ducks in, not even touching the bars on her way in. It takes some effort for Orel to follow, but he squeezes through as well.
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"Things that seem easy rarely are," Elaine muttered before following Orel and Rey through the fence. She expected some sort of magical trap, but got... nothing. "I hope the Crain's know that this is terribly anticlimactic."
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Stone seems a little hesitant to pass through the gap in the fence that the others used, so Marius uses that moment to take a close look at the gate structure and architecture. "Hmm... the ovals contain dozens of tiny runes concealed in the scrollwork."
Then he gives Stone an 'are you going or aren't you?' sort of glance and gestures towards the opening in the ramshackle fencerow.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...