"I feel that might be an understatement" Mixtli adds "Let's continue slowly, carefully and with our eyes and noses wide open; even when not to pleasant."

Tandor nods agreement with Mixtli and he squats to examine the hand. As he does so, he dismisses Gilbert's form, sending the familiar back to the pocket dimension and then re-summons the cat.

There...all clean.

He studies the hand for signs of age. Not age of the hand for it patently came off a young woman, but how long ago did that happen. "I have an idea what's happened here, at least a part of it. I think the hands, this one," and he gestures at the one in front of him, "and the others were recently removed from people. If so, why and what happened to the rest of the body."

Medicine9+3

Gilbert lifts his paws from the ground, examining the now less muddy pads. He is careful to keep his tail off the ground, but it seems he finds that acceptable for now.

Tandor would gauge that the hand has been pinned through by the tine of the fork for a few days, and the hand itself likely parted from its owner within the last week.

Tandor shares his conclusions with the others. Then, standing, he heads toward the house, Gilbert at his side. "Let's see what this house has to tell us. I will sanctify the hand after."

There is a porch that wraps around the west and south side of the house, with a door set in each wall, both slightly ajar.

Mixtli slowly continues to the west door and carefully opens it.

The porch boards creak ominously as the genasi treads across them and pushes open the door to reveal a musty hallway, two closed doors on the left and one on the right, as well as a turn of the hallway that presumably ends at the front door.

Tandor trails the genasi as she opens the door, close enough to provide support but far enough not to bunch up.

Mixtli moves a few paces in while Tandor waits in the doorway. He has the options of a door to the left or right, or bypassing them to head to the far door on the left or the hallway that turns towards the front door.

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Mixtli opens the door on the right.

The door swings open into a living room, the furniture, consisting of a low table a couple of padded leather chairs and a long leather sofa are haphazardly arranged, and the floor of the room has muddy handprints covering every it, but they look painted on, rather than tracks of the disembodied hands that you've so far dealt with. As if someone thinned out some of the reddish mud and painted slightly overlapping handprints across the entire room.

Mixtli looks at the room, before slowly moving in. Slightly creeped by the vibes, but it certainly needs to be investigated.

((Give me a Perception check please Mixtli?))

Tandor moves in behind Mixtli, but moves to the left. Stick with Mixtli, Gilbert.

Taking a moment to pray, Tandor opens the door on the left and looks inside.

Perception: 14

Mixtli, looking around the room, you notice that the painted handprints go up to, but not under the furniture, but there are slight disturbances next to one of the chairs, as if it had been dragged to one side after the handprints were painted, and then returned to its current position.

Tandor opens a creaking door into the kitchen, and is startled to find it occupied by four bedraggled farmers, standing in a circle facing each other in the center of the room. Their eyes are crimson and they wield various implements, though none take notice of his entrance, nor do they respond in any way. They are presumably alive, breathing shallowly, but they stare unblinking and unmoving. The kitchen itself is a wreck, pots and pans strewn about, rotting food smeared across the walls and floor, the opening door pushing a mound of debris to the side. A pantry is off to the left, and to the right is an open doorway where Tandor can spot a wooden chair tipped over on its back, possibly a dining room?

Gilbert, bring Mixtli here but try not to get her excited. I think excitement would be bad.

Tandor studies the tableau, trying to determine if he has seen anything like it before, if any magic, either arcane or divine could account for it. He is reminded of the group that went crazy at the celebration and looks for similarities.

Mixtli feels a cat paw at his leg as Gilbert gets his attention before sauntering back towards the hallway. 

Tandor, the group looks every bit the same as those that attacked in town... Just not activated. Not even just that they aren't violent, they seem oblivious to your presence.

ooc: Does anything in his experience suggest how they would be triggered? For example if he tries to disarm them?