He looks to Esta as she expresses her relief, "Let me guess... this is where your former companions died?"He looks down the hallway again, a solemn expression falling upon him. "They will be avenged."
"The corridors sound fine. We don't have much of an option anyways," he huffs, then looks to Zakhar as he says that this place feels more dangerous than anywhere he's been before. Tyriel snorts, crossing his arms and muttering, "Everywhere is dangerous when your...." his words trail off into unintelligible mutters. Clearly that struck a cord with him for some reason.
Huffing again, he walks towards the corridor and looks around and listens for any signs of danger.
There are a few muffled sounds coming from the door across from the crematorium, but looking around there are doors to the north at the end of that part of the hallway, and another door to the southern end of the hall. Everything else seems quiet. There is a plaque by the door in front of you that reads: "Records."
"Voices that way,"Tyriel says quietly, gesturing to the door across from the crematorium. He eyes the plaque, "Perhaps we should check this out... maybe this room has some answers for us?"
They might not have time to do a through search, but they could at least take a quick look around. He wants answers. There are to many things going on that he doesn't understand.
Zakhar nods at Tyriel’s comment. He seems to be a sharp kid. While he does want to know what’s going on, he also doesn’t like the idea of staying in one place. After a moments hesitation, he glances inside the door that says records. If there appears to be no one inside, he will go in.
A floating feline skull with gemstone eyes hovers above an aged desk strewn with elegant stationery. Deep in thought, the skull chews a black fountain pen in its ink-stained, bony fangs. A sea of crumpled papers is strewn throughout the chamber, and dusty scrolls line pigeonholes along the walls.
"Sizzle, wait."Esta speaks out, placing her hand on his free shoulder. "This one looks.... similar... to the one that helped me earlier."
Allowing Sizzle a moment to decide what he will do, Esta speaks out softly to the feline skull, "Hi there, sorry to bother you, we're just looking for the way out? We kind of got a bit turned around down here, Morte said this way but after that we don't know where. Don't suppose you could let us know where we need to go?" Persuasion: 17
The skull bursts out in a dry sobbing lament. "Oh who CARES when I can't even get this written. How is it so hard to write an epitaph for a Doomguard that dies in a bath house!? Ahhh the misery!"
A shiver runs down Tyriel's spine when he sees the floating skull... what sort of witchcraft is this? He subconsciously reaches for an arrow, but pulls up short when Esta tells Sizzle to wait. Tyriel hadn't even noticed the goblin take aim, but now that he has he feels a little silly. Sure the thing looks evil but... that doesn't mean it is right? Ugh, when was the last time he actually paid a visit to the worlds below?
He forces his hand down, but still keeps his bow in hand. Listening as Esta asks her question, and also looking around the room with the crumpled papers. He raises an eyebrow however at the skull's lament.
"Dies? Or died." Tyriel asks tentatively. "If it's the prior... how do you know he's going to die in a bathhouse? If it's the latter... ugh, I'm not sure I even want to ask but... how exactly did he die in a bathhouse?"He crosses his arms, "And if we help you will you help us?" It can't be THAT hard to write an epitaph for someone... at least it shouldn't be if he actually knew the details...
"Are we really sure the floating cat remains can really help us?" Halila asks, seeming not as interested in helping as Tyriel seems to be. "Why not just write down the facts of his death and be done?" She starts to look about the room, trying to see if perhaps they can just find something useful without this creature's help. (Perception: 16)
If nothing else, she tries to slip closer to where some of those dusty scrolls are pigeonholed along the wall. (Stealth to try to slip closer without drawing attention to herself: 17)
"He drowned. Ugh! I can't get it to sound right though! If you want to be useful help me write this epitaph. And please don't touch anything. Oh it's a mess enough as it is here!" The floating skull gives another raspy, brittle sob. While they seem to notice what you are doing, they don't make any aggressive move yet. It's too hard to tell what's on the scrolls though just looking around at the room; you will probably have to pull them out and unroll them to see what's written on them.
"Look... I'm all about doing research... but I think we ought to get out of here...." The goblin grumbles as he lowers his weapon a little more, looking around for any approaching threats.
Zakhar remains off to the side of the doorway as the others file inside the room. He watches the cat skull thing with slight interest, but continuously glances out the door. Despite his tired appearance, he is clearly on high alert.
"I agree with Sizzle here. I don't think we have time for this." He says.
"Ah come on, help the cat write the thing! You should make it comedic cause...well it already is! I mean seriously the guy drowned in a bath house! How stupid a death can you get? Make it funny and maybe the cat will cheer up!"
He fights the urge to roll his eyes.
"Unless you see something interesting at the moment, we should just let this...fellow get back to his work and be on our way."
Halila shakes her head as the feline skill continues to complain about its task. "Someone just help the thing out! Doomsguard Drowned... must be something witty to say about that!" She continues to inch slowly towards where the scrolls are stored but makes no move to actually take one. "I'm sure we'll be out of here shortly... umm... Sizzle."
Esta stands off to the side, puzzled expression on her face. She watches as the team debate whether they will help or not. "Listen, surely it can be done pretty quick. How about...."
Steam rises softly, Doomsguard’s last breath in silence, Echoes fade away.
She looks at the feline skull, hoping this will be enough to get her to help us out of this place.
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"The Doomguard slipped and fell hard before sinking like a stone shard and his lungs filled with water like a tankard" Sizzle grumbles... "now let's go please..." he pleads.
Tyriel crosses his arms and taps his foot, "Drowned..." He eyes his companions, realizing that some of them might not be interested in his idea. Huffing he says, "Hmm... Esta's is pretty good." He thinks for a moment, "Would be easier if I knew his name... But if you don't like Esta's or... Sizzle's... How about..."
"Watch your step in life, lest you follow the slippery path and drown in your mistakes."
Persuasion: 12
"Is that good? Could you tell us where the exit is now? ...Please?"
"As soon as the doomguard let his guard down, he was doomed to slip into the dark depths of the bathhouse. Being drunk and having soap in his eyes didn't help his situation. He was so wasted, he forgot he wasn't a fish!" The voice echos in his head in a sing-song voice.
"I'm not saying that. You don't even know if any of that is true!" Zakhar snaps back at it.
He glances back out the door. Seems like this lot in intent on helping this cat thing out. Part of him wants to just book it out with or without them, but his more sensible half reminds him that there's safety in numbers. Not to mention it would feel wrong.
He turns his golden eye back to the scull, waiting for it's response.
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Tyriel raises an eyebrow at Sizzle, "No..."
He looks to Esta as she expresses her relief, "Let me guess... this is where your former companions died?" He looks down the hallway again, a solemn expression falling upon him. "They will be avenged."
"The corridors sound fine. We don't have much of an option anyways," he huffs, then looks to Zakhar as he says that this place feels more dangerous than anywhere he's been before. Tyriel snorts, crossing his arms and muttering, "Everywhere is dangerous when your...." his words trail off into unintelligible mutters. Clearly that struck a cord with him for some reason.
Huffing again, he walks towards the corridor and looks around and listens for any signs of danger.
Perception: 18
There are a few muffled sounds coming from the door across from the crematorium, but looking around there are doors to the north at the end of that part of the hallway, and another door to the southern end of the hall. Everything else seems quiet. There is a plaque by the door in front of you that reads: "Records."
"Voices that way," Tyriel says quietly, gesturing to the door across from the crematorium. He eyes the plaque, "Perhaps we should check this out... maybe this room has some answers for us?"
They might not have time to do a through search, but they could at least take a quick look around. He wants answers. There are to many things going on that he doesn't understand.
Zakhar nods at Tyriel’s comment. He seems to be a sharp kid. While he does want to know what’s going on, he also doesn’t like the idea of staying in one place. After a moments hesitation, he glances inside the door that says records. If there appears to be no one inside, he will go in.
“Let’s make this quick” he whispers.
A floating feline skull with gemstone eyes hovers above an aged desk strewn with elegant stationery. Deep in thought, the skull chews a black fountain pen in its ink-stained, bony fangs. A sea of crumpled papers is strewn throughout the chamber, and dusty scrolls line pigeonholes along the walls.
Sizzle stands in the hallway and levels his crossbow towards the skull as his mechanical turret skitters across his shoulder and takes aim as well.
The floating skull only barely looks up as the door opens and then grunts and sighs, still looking like it might be deep in thought.
"Sizzle, wait." Esta speaks out, placing her hand on his free shoulder. "This one looks.... similar... to the one that helped me earlier."
Allowing Sizzle a moment to decide what he will do, Esta speaks out softly to the feline skull, "Hi there, sorry to bother you, we're just looking for the way out? We kind of got a bit turned around down here, Morte said this way but after that we don't know where. Don't suppose you could let us know where we need to go?"
Persuasion: 17
The skull bursts out in a dry sobbing lament. "Oh who CARES when I can't even get this written. How is it so hard to write an epitaph for a Doomguard that dies in a bath house!? Ahhh the misery!"
A shiver runs down Tyriel's spine when he sees the floating skull... what sort of witchcraft is this? He subconsciously reaches for an arrow, but pulls up short when Esta tells Sizzle to wait. Tyriel hadn't even noticed the goblin take aim, but now that he has he feels a little silly. Sure the thing looks evil but... that doesn't mean it is right? Ugh, when was the last time he actually paid a visit to the worlds below?
He forces his hand down, but still keeps his bow in hand. Listening as Esta asks her question, and also looking around the room with the crumpled papers. He raises an eyebrow however at the skull's lament.
"Dies? Or died." Tyriel asks tentatively. "If it's the prior... how do you know he's going to die in a bathhouse? If it's the latter... ugh, I'm not sure I even want to ask but... how exactly did he die in a bathhouse?" He crosses his arms, "And if we help you will you help us?" It can't be THAT hard to write an epitaph for someone... at least it shouldn't be if he actually knew the details...
"Are we really sure the floating cat remains can really help us?" Halila asks, seeming not as interested in helping as Tyriel seems to be. "Why not just write down the facts of his death and be done?" She starts to look about the room, trying to see if perhaps they can just find something useful without this creature's help. (Perception: 16)
If nothing else, she tries to slip closer to where some of those dusty scrolls are pigeonholed along the wall. (Stealth to try to slip closer without drawing attention to herself: 17)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"He drowned. Ugh! I can't get it to sound right though! If you want to be useful help me write this epitaph. And please don't touch anything. Oh it's a mess enough as it is here!" The floating skull gives another raspy, brittle sob. While they seem to notice what you are doing, they don't make any aggressive move yet. It's too hard to tell what's on the scrolls though just looking around at the room; you will probably have to pull them out and unroll them to see what's written on them.
"Look... I'm all about doing research... but I think we ought to get out of here...." The goblin grumbles as he lowers his weapon a little more, looking around for any approaching threats.
Zakhar remains off to the side of the doorway as the others file inside the room. He watches the cat skull thing with slight interest, but continuously glances out the door. Despite his tired appearance, he is clearly on high alert.
"I agree with Sizzle here. I don't think we have time for this." He says.
"Ah come on, help the cat write the thing! You should make it comedic cause...well it already is! I mean seriously the guy drowned in a bath house! How stupid a death can you get? Make it funny and maybe the cat will cheer up!"
He fights the urge to roll his eyes.
"Unless you see something interesting at the moment, we should just let this...fellow get back to his work and be on our way."
Halila shakes her head as the feline skill continues to complain about its task. "Someone just help the thing out! Doomsguard Drowned... must be something witty to say about that!" She continues to inch slowly towards where the scrolls are stored but makes no move to actually take one. "I'm sure we'll be out of here shortly... umm... Sizzle."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Esta stands off to the side, puzzled expression on her face. She watches as the team debate whether they will help or not. "Listen, surely it can be done pretty quick. How about...."
Steam rises softly,
Doomsguard’s last breath in silence,
Echoes fade away.
She looks at the feline skull, hoping this will be enough to get her to help us out of this place.
(Anyone trying to help the floating skull complete the epitaph make a Persuasion or Performance check please)
"The Doomguard slipped and fell hard before sinking like a stone shard and his lungs filled with water like a tankard" Sizzle grumbles... "now let's go please..." he pleads.
Persuasion / performance (both the same) 20
Tyriel crosses his arms and taps his foot, "Drowned..." He eyes his companions, realizing that some of them might not be interested in his idea. Huffing he says, "Hmm... Esta's is pretty good." He thinks for a moment, "Would be easier if I knew his name... But if you don't like Esta's or... Sizzle's... How about..."
"Watch your step in life, lest you follow the slippery path and drown in your mistakes."
Persuasion: 12
"Is that good? Could you tell us where the exit is now? ...Please?"
"As soon as the doomguard let his guard down, he was doomed to slip into the dark depths of the bathhouse. Being drunk and having soap in his eyes didn't help his situation. He was so wasted, he forgot he wasn't a fish!" The voice echos in his head in a sing-song voice.
"I'm not saying that. You don't even know if any of that is true!" Zakhar snaps back at it.
He glances back out the door. Seems like this lot in intent on helping this cat thing out. Part of him wants to just book it out with or without them, but his more sensible half reminds him that there's safety in numbers. Not to mention it would feel wrong.
He turns his golden eye back to the scull, waiting for it's response.