Vaelar climbed high enough to look inside the Chapel. A man in priests robes is bending over the altar, blood on his hands. Something is dangling from a bell rope. The Ravens reluctantly share their vantage point. Some of the pews seem damaged.
He also hears a low murmuring voice from the Cemetery but the Ravens block his view in that direction. Though he smells a rich incense from there, frankincense he thinks.
Vaelar quietly climbs back down the chapel wall, like an inky shadow creeping down after sunset, and reports his findings to the others.
"The priest is inside, but his hands are stained with blood. There is someone else in the cemetery, but I could not see who."
He waits then to see what his companions wish to do next, his blades still drawn. He is on alert for any signs that the monsters of Barovia are stalking them.
The young priestess with the blonde braided hair watches with a small shudder as Vaelar like a literal shadow slides back down from the chapel roof. She did trust him but she hadn't yet fully gotten used to him. "We should go in." She says with a nod and all the conviction she can muster, ready to shine the way with the Morninglord's light into this place of darkness and despair.
Illmirth watches, but does not hear, Vaelar scale the old building. He offered a silent nod of approval. The drow were known for their stealth, the quiet ranger seemed to have no shortage of skill in that area.
His eyes glanced up to the ravens, the seemingly ever present ravens, as they watched the activities below. He studied them briefly, wondering if the one who previously spoke to him was present. ***OoC: perception 7***
"Lead on," he says to Lorelei. As they move towards the rundown church Illmirth adjusts his pack to make sure his lute was within easy reach. His right hand rested easily on the hilt of his silvered dagger. He wasn't sure what to expect, but knew that this may be a difficult trial for Lorelei and Murdock. "You are not alone in this," he says softly to the young priestess and veteran paladin. "The light of the Morning Lord illuminates the path before you, and we will keep an eye on the shadows at your back."
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn had watched with interest as Vaelar simply went up and down the side of the building. she nods to Lorelei. "Yes, let's see what we can learn from this priest."
You open the door and a foul stench hits you. The chapel had been desecrated. The smell is of rotting flesh, fermented blood, faeces and unwashed bodies. The spiritual corruption hits Murdock and Lorelei as if it were a fist in the stomach. Roll for constitution check please.
The doors open to reveal a ten-foot-wide, twenty-foot-long hall A leading to a dimly lit chapel. The hall is unlit and reeks of the stench of decay and mildew. Four doors, two on each side of the hall, lead to adjacent chambers. The kitchen door, first on the right, D is open and you see a chopping board with oddly shaped meat cuts. You have to look closely but finally you make out that these cuts are from a human body. There is a trapdoor nearest the wall.
Eyes and nose running, Illmirth wipes his face off with the back of his hand. His face scrunched up in disgust, he turns to the side and spits before shaking his head slightly and straightening back up.
"I don't feel well," he says. His movements seem sluggish, his graceful gait turning into a clumsy stumble. He lifts his left arm, and moves it to cover his mouth and nose. The normally confident bard seemed hesitant and uncertain, the overpowering stench of death and decay were wreaking havoc on his body and mind.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
The young priestess with the blonde braided hair is almost overwhelmed by the spiritual corruption that permeates chapel, and while she is clearly shaken she steels herself with a quiet prayer for resolve and moves inside towards the dimly lit chapel, hoping the light of the Morninglord would shine her way through this, moving slowly but with firm conviction. She shudders with revulsion as she notices oddly shaped meat cuts and gives both Vaelar and Illmirth a concerned look, but she still she moves on. "Greetings priest, we have come with the light of the morning to bury a good and brave man in the scared ground of your church."She calls out.
Given his tendency to eat very little, there was not much in his stomach for Vaelar to regurgitate, but it is accompanied by a thick, dark red bile that looked almost as corrupted as the filth in the church. Despite not needing to breath, the foul stench worms its way up his nose and makes him wretch again. He coughs and wipes his mouth and nose clean. He stays outside the church, watching from the cleaner air outside.
He regrets how quiet he's been, letting the others fumble about in regards to the undead. Now they lie in the thick of foul taint and twisted corruption, blind to what horrors might lie therein. Foul. Foul indeed. The stench impacts them like a spell most depraved. Murdock hears his companions retch and cough. Even he cannot help but stifle a small gasp as the eyewatering miasma hits his nostrils.
The stench overpowers but does not overwhelm. The old man coughs up but a small lump of bile, spitting it aside as one would phlegm. It will not deter him. This is something with which he is all too familiar. It will not upend him this day.
In a croaked grunt, he turns back for but a moment. "Perchance... mayest one of thee cast alight my blade, that I mightst shine the way?"In this same breath, he casts a small prayer of wonder, his voice deepening and and building.
Leaving his shield upon his back, the old warrior prepares to draw his sword. He will fight with recklessly abandon, if need be.
**Con Save: 19 + 2 = 21, casts Thaumaturgy (booming voice), requests light be cast on his sword**
"I do not know that version of the spell, but I can produce orbs of light." He pauses to cough, fighting off another wave of nausea, before opening his mouth to speak. With watering eyes and his arm back over his nose and mouth the bard, now sporting a sickly green tint that made his skin appear slightly darker, just shook his head.
He would hold his spell, not knowing is another had the version Murdock requested. If none know the cantrip he will cast dancing lights, sending them in a row 20 ft' apart down the hall into the chapel.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn walks over to Murdock after Illmirth mentions he does not have the spell."I will need to touch the blade, so please keep it still."She places two fingers from one hand on the flat part of the blade while her other hand grasps a crystal at her neck. She intones a couple brief arcane words as she casts Light on the blade. "It is odd to provide light to one who serves a god associated with light."
DM
Vaelar climbed high enough to look inside the Chapel. A man in priests robes is bending over the altar, blood on his hands. Something is dangling from a bell rope. The Ravens reluctantly share their vantage point. Some of the pews seem damaged.
He also hears a low murmuring voice from the Cemetery but the Ravens block his view in that direction. Though he smells a rich incense from there, frankincense he thinks.
Vaelar
Vaelar quietly climbs back down the chapel wall, like an inky shadow creeping down after sunset, and reports his findings to the others.
"The priest is inside, but his hands are stained with blood. There is someone else in the cemetery, but I could not see who."
He waits then to see what his companions wish to do next, his blades still drawn. He is on alert for any signs that the monsters of Barovia are stalking them.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young priestess with the blonde braided hair watches with a small shudder as Vaelar like a literal shadow slides back down from the chapel roof. She did trust him but she hadn't yet fully gotten used to him. "We should go in." She says with a nod and all the conviction she can muster, ready to shine the way with the Morninglord's light into this place of darkness and despair.
Illmirth
Illmirth watches, but does not hear, Vaelar scale the old building. He offered a silent nod of approval. The drow were known for their stealth, the quiet ranger seemed to have no shortage of skill in that area.
His eyes glanced up to the ravens, the seemingly ever present ravens, as they watched the activities below. He studied them briefly, wondering if the one who previously spoke to him was present. ***OoC: perception 7***
"Lead on," he says to Lorelei. As they move towards the rundown church Illmirth adjusts his pack to make sure his lute was within easy reach. His right hand rested easily on the hilt of his silvered dagger. He wasn't sure what to expect, but knew that this may be a difficult trial for Lorelei and Murdock. "You are not alone in this," he says softly to the young priestess and veteran paladin. "The light of the Morning Lord illuminates the path before you, and we will keep an eye on the shadows at your back."
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
One of the ravens hops down the roof to stare pointedly at Illmirth, it taps on the roof evil here it caws. (passive perception used)
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn had watched with interest as Vaelar simply went up and down the side of the building. she nods to Lorelei. "Yes, let's see what we can learn from this priest."
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
Illmirth
Illmirth extends his arm and looks up to the raven, an invitation as it were.
Whether it flies to him or not he asks softly, "What evil is here?"
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
It spreads its wings in a little shake then turns back to its companions, undead walk, bad.
DM
You open the door and a foul stench hits you. The chapel had been desecrated. The smell is of rotting flesh, fermented blood, faeces and unwashed bodies. The spiritual corruption hits Murdock and Lorelei as if it were a fist in the stomach. Roll for constitution check please.
The doors open to reveal a ten-foot-wide, twenty-foot-long hall A leading to a dimly lit chapel. The hall is unlit and reeks of the stench of decay and mildew. Four doors, two on each side of the hall, lead to adjacent chambers. The kitchen door, first on the right, D is open and you see a chopping board with oddly shaped meat cuts. You have to look closely but finally you make out that these cuts are from a human body. There is a trapdoor nearest the wall.
Lorelei Con check: 20
Vaelar con check: 3 (natural 1), though he doesn't need to breathe in case that makes a difference!
Illmirth
***OoC: CON check: 2 (natty 1 also)***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
As long as Illmirth, and Lorelei are in the chapel they have disadvantage unless they are blessed.
Vaelar and Illmirth both vomit over the floor.
Illmirth
Eyes and nose running, Illmirth wipes his face off with the back of his hand. His face scrunched up in disgust, he turns to the side and spits before shaking his head slightly and straightening back up.
"I don't feel well," he says. His movements seem sluggish, his graceful gait turning into a clumsy stumble. He lifts his left arm, and moves it to cover his mouth and nose. The normally confident bard seemed hesitant and uncertain, the overpowering stench of death and decay were wreaking havoc on his body and mind.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young priestess with the blonde braided hair is almost overwhelmed by the spiritual corruption that permeates chapel, and while she is clearly shaken she steels herself with a quiet prayer for resolve and moves inside towards the dimly lit chapel, hoping the light of the Morninglord would shine her way through this, moving slowly but with firm conviction. She shudders with revulsion as she notices oddly shaped meat cuts and gives both Vaelar and Illmirth a concerned look, but she still she moves on. "Greetings priest, we have come with the light of the morning to bury a good and brave man in the scared ground of your church." She calls out.
Vaelar
Given his tendency to eat very little, there was not much in his stomach for Vaelar to regurgitate, but it is accompanied by a thick, dark red bile that looked almost as corrupted as the filth in the church. Despite not needing to breath, the foul stench worms its way up his nose and makes him wretch again. He coughs and wipes his mouth and nose clean. He stays outside the church, watching from the cleaner air outside.
Crisaryn Melkial
(CON Check: 15, OOC - this is a Check not Save?)
"What has happened here?" Crisaryn asks as she glances at the inside ofthis church.
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
Murdock
He regrets how quiet he's been, letting the others fumble about in regards to the undead. Now they lie in the thick of foul taint and twisted corruption, blind to what horrors might lie therein. Foul. Foul indeed. The stench impacts them like a spell most depraved. Murdock hears his companions retch and cough. Even he cannot help but stifle a small gasp as the eyewatering miasma hits his nostrils.
The stench overpowers but does not overwhelm. The old man coughs up but a small lump of bile, spitting it aside as one would phlegm. It will not deter him. This is something with which he is all too familiar. It will not upend him this day.
In a croaked grunt, he turns back for but a moment. "Perchance... mayest one of thee cast alight my blade, that I mightst shine the way?" In this same breath, he casts a small prayer of wonder, his voice deepening and and building.
Leaving his shield upon his back, the old warrior prepares to draw his sword. He will fight with recklessly abandon, if need be.
**Con Save: 19 + 2 = 21, casts Thaumaturgy (booming voice), requests light be cast on his sword**
Illmirth
"I do not know that version of the spell, but I can produce orbs of light." He pauses to cough, fighting off another wave of nausea, before opening his mouth to speak. With watering eyes and his arm back over his nose and mouth the bard, now sporting a sickly green tint that made his skin appear slightly darker, just shook his head.
He would hold his spell, not knowing is another had the version Murdock requested. If none know the cantrip he will cast dancing lights, sending them in a row 20 ft' apart down the hall into the chapel.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn walks over to Murdock after Illmirth mentions he does not have the spell. "I will need to touch the blade, so please keep it still." She places two fingers from one hand on the flat part of the blade while her other hand grasps a crystal at her neck. She intones a couple brief arcane words as she casts Light on the blade. "It is odd to provide light to one who serves a god associated with light."
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