Jared watches the priest and Ireena leave. "You want to let the thing naw on you to keep it calm?" he asks Aunty. "I don't think that is such a wise idea. If he's starving, he might be much harder to manage. What kills vampires by the way?"
Aoufie closes the front door of the church as soon as Ireena and Father Donovan leave. If there is a lock, he locks it. "I assume the same things that kill us would work on Doru. Though a vampire may need to be burned. Is everyone ready?"
Akyan glances from Anthony to Jared then back to Anthony. "I understand your reasoning Anthony, but I think Jared is right. I have no intention on letting that thing get a taste of any of us. It might be different if we could collect a vial of blood beforehand to offer, but just letting him feed on you could get out of hand really fast. If we can get any information from him that would be good, but if he is to mentally unstable to speak, then we should just end him as quickly as possible." He nods to Aoufie, "Charming him would be useful, but let's not count on it. Your plan for blocking him in seems the best we've got unless one of us wants to wait outside the door to keep it closed."
He shakes his head at the talk of giving the thing blood."I would advise not to let him bite you. If he's starving I doubt he'll let you go. Undead though, they usually don't like people like me or Anthony. If any of you are capable of using holy magic this would be the fight for it."
Anthony looks between Akyan, Jared, and Zathon like they’ve lost their minds. “Uh, yeah, I know I look dense, but I’m not that thick. I could put some blood in a water skin. Not sure why you’d assume I was talking about letting him chew on me. Anyway. You want to kill him without trying to talk, fine. Let’s get this over with..” He shakes his head and draws his weapon and shield, ready to be done with this business. He was pretty sure most of their magic wasn’t going to work on it. But Aoufie wanted to try, that was on him.
"You guys done chitchatting?" Kora nods as Aoufie secures the front door and then heads over to the room that Father Donovan pointed her to. She takes a brief look around and then waits for her siblings to ready themselves as she holds the key.
Once they are ready, she puts the key in the lock and listens. Then in one fowl swoop, she unlocks it (assuming it works) and opens the trapdoor.
Anthony calls down, feeling sick to his stomach as he does, "Doru, we're friends of your father's. We brought food." As he readied an aattackamd hoped Kora was clever enough to do the same.
"If we survive this, before we get back to the others, we should have a little chat about our intentions are with Ireena." He'd traveled a thousand miles to make peace, not play executioner in a foreign land.
Pushing open the door to the room that contains the trapdoor that Father Donovan mentioned, you find yourself in some sort of storage room. A few ruptured bags spill fetid kernels of moldering grains across the dusty floor. You see a simple trapdoor set into the floor with a solid iron lock interlocked with the chains that the trapdoor closed. You notice that the church is oddly quiet now that you are in this room. Doru had mean moaning and groaning during the conversations in the chapel, but he fell silent the moment you entered this room.
Kora inserts the key and turns it, and the lock pops open with a click. Undoing the heavy metal chains, she opens the trapdoor, its rusty hinges squealing in pain. You see a set of rickety wooden stairs descending into the depths of darkness below. A draft of cold air escapes from awning like the final breath of a dying man, stirring the dust in the air. The darkness below beckons to you, waiting for you to step into its embrace.
Zathon takes the lead as he can see in the dark and is more armored than most of the lot. He readies his shield and sword. If Doru wants to talk he's not against it. That just seems unlikely to him.
Goodbye wait for him to come up and attack all at once plan, hello walk single file into his lair plan. "Wait." Before Kora and Aoufie follow in after he extends his vision to them. ((ooc Eyes of night, 300' darkvision for the next hour.)) "After you." He closes the door to the small room and quickly shoves some junk in front of it to slow Doru (or them) down if he decides to bolt before Anthony follows the others down.
Kora stands up after lifting the trap door and stares into it's open maw. She hears Anthony and looks to him... feeling the darkvision settle upon her once more, she smiles at him. But then smile spreads too far, her eyes start multiplying upon her face and fangs protrude from her too big smile. Multiple legs sprout from her sides and her rear grows until it is almost a bulbous shape. She turns all gray, with spiky hairs covering her body as the human form they know of her transforms into a spider.
Leaning forward till she is on all eight legs, Kora skitters down onto the stairs following Zathon.
From her vantage point on the ceiling, the hidden Kora sees that the church's undercroft has rough-hewn walls and a floor made of damp clay and earth. Rotting wooden pillars strain under the weight of the wooden ceiling. Candlelight from the chapel above slips through the cracks, allowing you to glimpse a gaunt figure crouching in the corner. The rest of the party sees the scene as well as they descend the rickety stairs. You see the figure skitter a few steps back from the group and attempt to hide behind one of the moldering pillars. From up above, you hear a distant rumble of dull thunder echo from outside. It seems the gray sky outside had finally given way to a small storm. "I can smell your blood!" Doru hisses from the corner, pulling your attention back to your current situation.
Aoufie
With his eyes enhanced by Anthony's gift of improved vision, Aoufie also sees a large patch of freshly disturbed earth in the corner of the room near where Doru is crouching.
"Hey there, Doru. We were wondering if you'd like to have a little chat."his words are soft but he's still at the ready for if Doru tries something.
"You've come here to chat?" Doru croons in his hiss of a voice. "No no no, you're wrong. Father sent you here to be food, just like the others." The creature giggles uncontrollably, its thin form shuddering from the outburst of maniacal laughter.
Now that you're eyes have adjusted to the dark, you can make out some of Doru's features. You see a skeletally-gaunt lad who looks to be about 16 years old. He wears a tatter of a once white shirt which is now stained with months of dirt, grime, and blood. Between the wisps of fabric that cling to his body, you can see his clammy skin pulled tight to his ribcage, a testament to his months of confinement. He peeks out at the group from behind one of the pillars, and a shaft of feeble candlelight light streaming down through the floorboards above illuminates his stark, pale-blue eyes which glint with an inner hunger and predatory instincts. His skin is pulled tight against his skull, making his eyes look sunk back in their sockets. His long, brown hair is unkempt and soiled with dirt and grime. You see wicked claws upon his fingertips, also coated in dirt and blood. He grins evilly as he watches you, revealing a pair of slender and elongated canines extending from his mouth. He licks his parched lips in anticipation, a predatory eagerness showing in the way he tensely crouches.
As Kora lingers on the ceiling in her arachnid form, she feels the vibrations of approaching footsteps from up above. Light, careful foot prints from the sound of it. She hears the sound of key jingling softly against one another, and then she hears the sound of a door being locked up above. She realizes with horror that it sounds like the door to the storage room was just locked from the outside, trapping the group in the basement with Doru. The footsteps retreat as stealthily as they arrived, moving towards the chapel above.
((Everyone with a passive perception of 13 or higher notices someone above as they see a shape blot out some of the weak candlelight that manages to sneak between some of the floorboards.))
"How many others?"Zathon asks, stopping his approach a few feet from Doru so he doesnt pounce. If the Father has been murdering people to keep his son alive that is something they are going to need to sort after this.
Anthony curses under his breath. "*$%&ing priest" He was a murderer, did it matter how many? Gertruda might have been one. He hoped Donovan had just conned Ireena and not done something with her... Then again maybe she'd helped him. If Strahd had charmed her, she might still be under his influence and have charmed her brother in turn. "What do you know about Strahd? And have you met an elven woman. Aoelwyn?He had a spell ready from toward the back, no longer having much hope of a productive conversation but figured they might as well ask the questions. if one got answered, bonus.
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Jared watches the priest and Ireena leave.
"You want to let the thing naw on you to keep it calm?" he asks Aunty. "I don't think that is such a wise idea. If he's starving, he might be much harder to manage. What kills vampires by the way?"
Aoufie closes the front door of the church as soon as Ireena and Father Donovan leave. If there is a lock, he locks it. "I assume the same things that kill us would work on Doru. Though a vampire may need to be burned. Is everyone ready?"
Akyan glances from Anthony to Jared then back to Anthony. "I understand your reasoning Anthony, but I think Jared is right. I have no intention on letting that thing get a taste of any of us. It might be different if we could collect a vial of blood beforehand to offer, but just letting him feed on you could get out of hand really fast. If we can get any information from him that would be good, but if he is to mentally unstable to speak, then we should just end him as quickly as possible." He nods to Aoufie, "Charming him would be useful, but let's not count on it. Your plan for blocking him in seems the best we've got unless one of us wants to wait outside the door to keep it closed."
He shakes his head at the talk of giving the thing blood. "I would advise not to let him bite you. If he's starving I doubt he'll let you go. Undead though, they usually don't like people like me or Anthony. If any of you are capable of using holy magic this would be the fight for it."
Anthony looks between Akyan, Jared, and Zathon like they’ve lost their minds. “Uh, yeah, I know I look dense, but I’m not that thick. I could put some blood in a water skin. Not sure why you’d assume I was talking about letting him chew on me. Anyway. You want to kill him without trying to talk, fine. Let’s get this over with..” He shakes his head and draws his weapon and shield, ready to be done with this business. He was pretty sure most of their magic wasn’t going to work on it. But Aoufie wanted to try, that was on him.
"You guys done chitchatting?" Kora nods as Aoufie secures the front door and then heads over to the room that Father Donovan pointed her to. She takes a brief look around and then waits for her siblings to ready themselves as she holds the key.
Once they are ready, she puts the key in the lock and listens. Then in one fowl swoop, she unlocks it (assuming it works) and opens the trapdoor.
Anthony calls down, feeling sick to his stomach as he does, "Doru, we're friends of your father's. We brought food." As he readied an aattackamd hoped Kora was clever enough to do the same.
"If we survive this, before we get back to the others, we should have a little chat about our intentions are with Ireena." He'd traveled a thousand miles to make peace, not play executioner in a foreign land.
Pushing open the door to the room that contains the trapdoor that Father Donovan mentioned, you find yourself in some sort of storage room. A few ruptured bags spill fetid kernels of moldering grains across the dusty floor. You see a simple trapdoor set into the floor with a solid iron lock interlocked with the chains that the trapdoor closed. You notice that the church is oddly quiet now that you are in this room. Doru had mean moaning and groaning during the conversations in the chapel, but he fell silent the moment you entered this room.
Kora inserts the key and turns it, and the lock pops open with a click. Undoing the heavy metal chains, she opens the trapdoor, its rusty hinges squealing in pain. You see a set of rickety wooden stairs descending into the depths of darkness below. A draft of cold air escapes from awning like the final breath of a dying man, stirring the dust in the air. The darkness below beckons to you, waiting for you to step into its embrace.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Zathon takes the lead as he can see in the dark and is more armored than most of the lot. He readies his shield and sword. If Doru wants to talk he's not against it. That just seems unlikely to him.
Goodbye wait for him to come up and attack all at once plan, hello walk single file into his lair plan. "Wait." Before Kora and Aoufie follow in after he extends his vision to them. ((ooc Eyes of night, 300' darkvision for the next hour.)) "After you." He closes the door to the small room and quickly shoves some junk in front of it to slow Doru (or them) down if he decides to bolt before Anthony follows the others down.
Aoufie tightens his grip on the cittern as he follows his siblings down the steps. "Thanks, Anthony, for the vision" He keeps an eye out for Doru
Perception
19
Kora stands up after lifting the trap door and stares into it's open maw. She hears Anthony and looks to him... feeling the darkvision settle upon her once more, she smiles at him. But then smile spreads too far, her eyes start multiplying upon her face and fangs protrude from her too big smile. Multiple legs sprout from her sides and her rear grows until it is almost a bulbous shape. She turns all gray, with spiky hairs covering her body as the human form they know of her transforms into a spider.
Leaning forward till she is on all eight legs, Kora skitters down onto the stairs following Zathon.
When Kora-spider can, she will crawl on the wall and try and get to the ceiling, attempting to be stealthy...
Stealth: 15
"OK" Jared says readying his mace. "This is a really dumb idea."
“Yup. Feel like a hero yet?”
From her vantage point on the ceiling, the hidden Kora sees that the church's undercroft has rough-hewn walls and a floor made of damp clay and earth. Rotting wooden pillars strain under the weight of the wooden ceiling. Candlelight from the chapel above slips through the cracks, allowing you to glimpse a gaunt figure crouching in the corner. The rest of the party sees the scene as well as they descend the rickety stairs. You see the figure skitter a few steps back from the group and attempt to hide behind one of the moldering pillars. From up above, you hear a distant rumble of dull thunder echo from outside. It seems the gray sky outside had finally given way to a small storm. "I can smell your blood!" Doru hisses from the corner, pulling your attention back to your current situation.
Aoufie
With his eyes enhanced by Anthony's gift of improved vision, Aoufie also sees a large patch of freshly disturbed earth in the corner of the room near where Doru is crouching.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
"Hey there, Doru. We were wondering if you'd like to have a little chat." his words are soft but he's still at the ready for if Doru tries something.
"You've come here to chat?" Doru croons in his hiss of a voice. "No no no, you're wrong. Father sent you here to be food, just like the others." The creature giggles uncontrollably, its thin form shuddering from the outburst of maniacal laughter.
Now that you're eyes have adjusted to the dark, you can make out some of Doru's features. You see a skeletally-gaunt lad who looks to be about 16 years old. He wears a tatter of a once white shirt which is now stained with months of dirt, grime, and blood. Between the wisps of fabric that cling to his body, you can see his clammy skin pulled tight to his ribcage, a testament to his months of confinement. He peeks out at the group from behind one of the pillars, and a shaft of feeble candlelight light streaming down through the floorboards above illuminates his stark, pale-blue eyes which glint with an inner hunger and predatory instincts. His skin is pulled tight against his skull, making his eyes look sunk back in their sockets. His long, brown hair is unkempt and soiled with dirt and grime. You see wicked claws upon his fingertips, also coated in dirt and blood. He grins evilly as he watches you, revealing a pair of slender and elongated canines extending from his mouth. He licks his parched lips in anticipation, a predatory eagerness showing in the way he tensely crouches.
As Kora lingers on the ceiling in her arachnid form, she feels the vibrations of approaching footsteps from up above. Light, careful foot prints from the sound of it. She hears the sound of key jingling softly against one another, and then she hears the sound of a door being locked up above. She realizes with horror that it sounds like the door to the storage room was just locked from the outside, trapping the group in the basement with Doru. The footsteps retreat as stealthily as they arrived, moving towards the chapel above.
((Everyone with a passive perception of 13 or higher notices someone above as they see a shape blot out some of the weak candlelight that manages to sneak between some of the floorboards.))
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
"How many others?" Zathon asks, stopping his approach a few feet from Doru so he doesnt pounce. If the Father has been murdering people to keep his son alive that is something they are going to need to sort after this.
Anthony curses under his breath. "*$%&ing priest" He was a murderer, did it matter how many? Gertruda might have been one. He hoped Donovan had just conned Ireena and not done something with her... Then again maybe she'd helped him. If Strahd had charmed her, she might still be under his influence and have charmed her brother in turn. "What do you know about Strahd? And have you met an elven woman. Aoelwyn? He had a spell ready from toward the back, no longer having much hope of a productive conversation but figured they might as well ask the questions. if one got answered, bonus.