Bell was confused. The library's usual silence was replaced by a chorus, a seamless, unnerving blend of dozens of voices. Sunlight, filtering through high, leaded glass windows, illuminated motes of dust and the surreal spectacle of the bespelled scholars. Instead of murmuring over ancient tomes, they stood or sat at their tables, their bodies rigid but their throats pulsing with melody.
The song was not one of their own choosing, but a perfect, otherworldly symphony. A gaunt linguist, who had spent a lifetime in silence, now sang a pure, unwavering descant, while the chief astrologer, known for his booming voice, provided a hushed, rumbling bass. The melody, rising and falling in perfect unison, was a haunting chant, a forgotten prayer woven from pure magic. Sadly, not all had voices worthy of song. The words tumbled forth yet the tune was the only recognizable part. Harmony and dissonace seemed to be the order of the day.
Looking about, Bell could see many of their faces betraying no emotion. Eyes that had squinted at tiny script now stared blankly ahead, fixed on nothing. A half-written manuscript lay beside a scribe, the ink drying in the shape of a perfectly formed note, as his hand, holding a quill, had frozen in place. The only sound was the fractured harmony and the gentle rustle of pages stirred by the invisible force.
Bell turned to her companions, "I wonder if it is just this room or spreading?" She slapped her hands over her mouth. She spoke those words in the cadance and tone to fit the song everyone else was singing.
Dropping her spell, Erudisia frowns, and momentarily concentrates on stopping singer. “Very peculiar. I think we should find Gailby again, and find out where she heard this song. This looks like a task for the Scholars Shield! ”
" Agreed.....kids singing creepy songs has rarely heralded fun and games."
Erudisia shakes her head wryly. “Your childhood must have been awfully different to mine own.”
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As they pass through the reading room, Erudisia is unsettled and agrees with Bell’s assessment.
“If we travel further than the song will travel further too. It is an illness it seems, a lyrical perseverance as a symptom but plague nonetheless. We must talk to Gailby, but perhaps we ought to ask the Keeper to bar Candlekeep for now, until we have a greater understanding of the course this will take.”
" And where did it start?", Meredith said slowly through gritted teeth, trying to let more pleasant memories drown out the ditty.
She began moving from person to person asking when they first heard the song......
While many are not even aware that they themselves are singing the rhyme, those who are, and who are able to compel themselves to silence and focus on Meredith’s question, offer what answers they can. They shake their heads, or say, “I’ve been so involved in my studies, I can’t say,” or “Who knows??,” or “‘Twas Millet here who started singing it first and despite me warmest attempts to make ‘im stop, ‘e rufuses. ‘Tis a malady of willfulness!,” but Millet, when asked, answers, “No it wasn’t I, it was he!,” the accuser who just spoke, “who started singing it.”
Hammerskjold, alone, seems to connect the dots. “No one here was singing it until young Gailby passed through, her delightful child’s voice bringing lightness to us here despite the macabre-ness of the rhyme’s words. She meant no harm, I’m sure, but before she came, no one. And now…” he turns to observe the scene that @KolDrake so well described. “Now it’s like a fever has swept across the room and driven us all to some kind of madness!”
Dropping her spell, Erudisia frowns, and momentarily concentrates on stopping singer. “Very peculiar. I think we should find Gailby again, and find out where she heard this song. This looks like a task for the Scholars Shield! ”
" Agreed.....kids singing creepy songs has rarely heralded fun and games."
Erudisia shakes her head wryly. “Your childhood must have been awfully different to mine own.”
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As they pass through the reading room, Erudisia is unsettled and agrees with Bell’s assessment.
“If we travel further than the song will travel further too. It is an illness it seems, a lyrical perseverance as a symptom but plague nonetheless. We must talk to Gailby, but perhaps we ought to ask the Keeper to bar Candlekeep for now, until we have a greater understanding of the course this will take.”
You four exit the reading room and the inner castle and find Valna Oxylanthrinn at her post, just outside the Emerald Door, in the Court of Air. She might know where to find the Keeper of Tomes at this hour.
“What. Is that sound?,” she asks, her unknowable deep blue eyes flashing in annoyance into the library keep, her mouth immediately forming a thin line after she asks her question.
It is then that you spy, past her, in the Court of Air, a postal rider mounting a swift horse and, saluting the stable men, singing the Shemshime Rhyme in a rowdy baritone as he kicks his steed toward the gates.
Bell’s cry is not acted upon by the stable men, whose lips, she notices, betray the content of the words they mutter, for the postal rider’s singing drowns out the sound as it had her shout: “What’d she say?”
The rider hears but does not obey. “The Mail waits for no one, miss!,” he shouts before launching back into the Shemshime refrain.
(The stable is at the far side of the Court of Air, 120’ away from you. It is adjacent to the gate. The rider, accelerating from the stable, is taking a semi-circular route around the far side of the court from you to merrily build up speed and wave farewell with panache before shooting out of the gate. Apparently this postal rider enjoys his dramatics.
The closest point of the arc his movement will take will bring him within 90’ of the emerald door where you currently stand.
This gives you each one round to act before he reaches the gate, and then a second round before he passes through it out of sight to speed down the causeway.
You may post actions in any order, and if you want to plan in chat, feel free.
Meredith whinnies loudly as the horse accelerates....
Speak with Animals- ' Wait! The saddle is not secured!"
(Meredith, since there is a lot of sound happening, please make a CON check to see how well you are able to project. Also please roll a Deception check.)
" And where did it start?", Meredith said slowly through gritted teeth, trying to let more pleasant memories drown out the ditty.
She began moving from person to person asking when they first heard the song......
Erudisia shakes her head wryly. “Your childhood must have been awfully different to mine own.”
-
As they pass through the reading room, Erudisia is unsettled and agrees with Bell’s assessment.
“If we travel further than the song will travel further too. It is an illness it seems, a lyrical perseverance as a symptom but plague nonetheless. We must talk to Gailby, but perhaps we ought to ask the Keeper to bar Candlekeep for now, until we have a greater understanding of the course this will take.”
While many are not even aware that they themselves are singing the rhyme, those who are, and who are able to compel themselves to silence and focus on Meredith’s question, offer what answers they can. They shake their heads, or say, “I’ve been so involved in my studies, I can’t say,” or “Who knows??,” or “‘Twas Millet here who started singing it first and despite me warmest attempts to make ‘im stop, ‘e rufuses. ‘Tis a malady of willfulness!,” but Millet, when asked, answers, “No it wasn’t I, it was he!,” the accuser who just spoke, “who started singing it.”
Hammerskjold, alone, seems to connect the dots. “No one here was singing it until young Gailby passed through, her delightful child’s voice bringing lightness to us here despite the macabre-ness of the rhyme’s words. She meant no harm, I’m sure, but before she came, no one. And now…” he turns to observe the scene that @KolDrake so well described. “Now it’s like a fever has swept across the room and driven us all to some kind of madness!”
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
You four exit the reading room and the inner castle and find Valna Oxylanthrinn at her post, just outside the Emerald Door, in the Court of Air. She might know where to find the Keeper of Tomes at this hour.
“What. Is that sound?,” she asks, her unknowable deep blue eyes flashing in annoyance into the library keep, her mouth immediately forming a thin line after she asks her question.
It is then that you spy, past her, in the Court of Air, a postal rider mounting a swift horse and, saluting the stable men, singing the Shemshime Rhyme in a rowdy baritone as he kicks his steed toward the gates.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Bell gives forth a groan, "It is spreading outside the library!"
Yelling as loud as she is able as she sprints toward the stable, "Stop that rider! We have a contagion on the grounds."
Wisdom Check: Dirty 20
(How far in feet from where we are to where the rider is it? Second question, does anyone have line of sight spells? Because Erudisia doesn’t.)
Bell’s cry is not acted upon by the stable men, whose lips, she notices, betray the content of the words they mutter, for the postal rider’s singing drowns out the sound as it had her shout: “What’d she say?”
The rider hears but does not obey. “The Mail waits for no one, miss!,” he shouts before launching back into the Shemshime refrain.
(The stable is at the far side of the Court of Air, 120’ away from you. It is adjacent to the gate. The rider, accelerating from the stable, is taking a semi-circular route around the far side of the court from you to merrily build up speed and wave farewell with panache before shooting out of the gate. Apparently this postal rider enjoys his dramatics.
The closest point of the arc his movement will take will bring him within 90’ of the emerald door where you currently stand.
This gives you each one round to act before he reaches the gate, and then a second round before he passes through it out of sight to speed down the causeway.
You may post actions in any order, and if you want to plan in chat, feel free.
Please post actions for Round 1.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Meredith whinnies loudly as the horse accelerates....
Speak with Animals- ' Wait! The saddle is not secured!"
(Meredith, since there is a lot of sound happening, please make a CON check to see how well you are able to project. Also please roll a Deception check.)
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer