Relieved that the graveyard seems to have been sanctified, Crisaryn turns to the Raven Queen Cleric. "I am Crisaryn. Glad we could help each other," she says briefly. She nods in agreement at Illmirth's description of the inside of the chapel. The others arriving makes the decision easier to follow Illmirth to go inside and try to locate Murdock. "Yes, perhaps we can work inside if there are sufficient hands out here?" She doesn't really wait though for the answer before she is headed back into the chapel with the others.
Even as things were quickly being resolved outside, Murdock was busy inside. His face drips, now soaked in the anointed water gifted to him before departure from the temple. The remaining ones are those apprised from the church before their party set forth to this land. A quick prayer and incantation has assured his protection from any undead thst may linger in this under passage below. Alas, he is not finished. Years of training and ruminating on his Oath and to his Lord had given the wizened warrior a sense for things beyond mortal. It's this sense he uses now, reach out around him, dreading to see what he suspects is a turned child beneath him.
**Used both Protection Against Evil and Good, and Divine Sense, both geared towards undead.**
"I can help to burn the ghouls," Vaelar offers quietly with a glance toward the chapel. His violent reaction to the stench combined with his ever-present aversion to walking in holy places makes him wary of trying to enter the church again. His place is among the undead.
Murdock's divine sense shows him that the cries have come from below him, and that they are from an undead. He can sense no living thing beneath him.
The trapdoor is held in place by a simple lock that looks rusted, it would be easy to spring with a dagger. Father feed me I beg of you came directly from there, knocking on the wood resumes, just how long had the boy been down there?
Vaelar starts dragging the corpses out of the graveyard, and handed them to the young townsmen starting a pyre from the desecrated coffins and fresh cut cedar boughs.
Rhianne followed the others into the Chapel, the ghostly cleric and the village elder at her side. The scent made her blanche and feel slightly nauseas. She reached into a pocket and retrieved a small jar of rosemary ointment. Here try this, she spread a small amount of it in her nostrils then handed it around.
Elder Elsa hands the rosemary ointment around to the oldwives of the village, and they headed into the main part of the chapel with determined strides.
Illmirth accepts the vial of scented oil with a thanks, he was not looking forward to dealing with that nauseating scent again. He dabs a bit under his nose and passes it along. He stepped into the chapel once more, pausing to cast dancing lights, spacing the orbs 20 feet apart to illuminate the gruesome scene that it may be properly cleaned and sanctified.
With that task accomplished he set about finding Murdock.
Crisaryn steps back into the chapel gratefully using the ointment from Rhianne. She had managed before without it, but was glad to not have the full effect of the smell again.
Inside she looks about for Murdock and wondered about the hungry voice they had heard before. She stops, glancing to where he's at in the kitchen. "You doing alright in here?"
The young blonde priestess gratefully accepts the ointment offered by Rhianne, applying it under her nostrils. It was certainly not the first time she had felt the stench of death during her travels but they never ceased to disturb her it seemed. She then follows Crisaryn to see that Murdock is doing okay in the kitchen. "Did you find anything more in here?"
Only once, but the attack couldn't breach the sacred walls, Donavich was sane then. A group of young rowdies tried to murder the devil Strahd including his son Doru. The ghouls were sent the following night, we all sheltered in the chapel.
Doru disappeared, no ones seen him since. Then Donavich stopped all services, a madness overcame him. It led to this. Beware, some of the houses here are held by zombies.
Soon the elders of the village sent more women to help, each clutching mops or scrubbing brushes, they descend on the chapel and add wax candles to the sconces, replaces the red ones which they burned on the pyre outside. Light filled the chapel once again. The hallway was lit by Illmirths magic.
Rhianne tried the two doors on the left, shoving the doors open from where they'd stuck. The two were bedrooms, solid wooden beds with the morning lords sigil, the mattress and linens were spoilt. Here take these outside to burn, we can clean the wood and the floors.
She tried the other closed door and it opened into a nearly new space, Donavich did not seem to have used it in his madness, it was a study filled with books, a small desk and some ledgers of birth and death, dust everywhere.
She steps into the hallway to look in the kitchen, and finds a man dressed in armour, he seems to be investigating a trapdoor. Well met sir paladin!
He hears the approaching footsteps, but shows no apprehension at the new figure before him. Instead, he returns the greeting with but a small, curt not. "There shallt be time proper for greetings true, milady. I seek entry to this hovel underfoot. Alas! I possess not a dagger to breaketh yonder lock."
Hearing the boy's cries, it becomes apparent what Murdock was seeking beneath this chapel. "Ah, I understand now," she says. With a glance at Lorelei who had entered just after her, she comments, "We should open up that trap door. Probably good that we're here to help you Murdock."
Donavich took them for burial and then raised them the same night, necromancy! They had nowhere to go but home, and they murdered the rest of their families to dine on. Maybe it's just an old wives tale or maybe it's true. Me? I won't be investigating.
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Crisaryn Melkial
Relieved that the graveyard seems to have been sanctified, Crisaryn turns to the Raven Queen Cleric. "I am Crisaryn. Glad we could help each other," she says briefly. She nods in agreement at Illmirth's description of the inside of the chapel. The others arriving makes the decision easier to follow Illmirth to go inside and try to locate Murdock. "Yes, perhaps we can work inside if there are sufficient hands out here?" She doesn't really wait though for the answer before she is headed back into the chapel with the others.
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
Even as things were quickly being resolved outside, Murdock was busy inside. His face drips, now soaked in the anointed water gifted to him before departure from the temple. The remaining ones are those apprised from the church before their party set forth to this land. A quick prayer and incantation has assured his protection from any undead thst may linger in this under passage below. Alas, he is not finished. Years of training and ruminating on his Oath and to his Lord had given the wizened warrior a sense for things beyond mortal. It's this sense he uses now, reach out around him, dreading to see what he suspects is a turned child beneath him.
**Used both Protection Against Evil and Good, and Divine Sense, both geared towards undead.**
Vaelar
"I can help to burn the ghouls," Vaelar offers quietly with a glance toward the chapel. His violent reaction to the stench combined with his ever-present aversion to walking in holy places makes him wary of trying to enter the church again. His place is among the undead.
DM
Murdock's divine sense shows him that the cries have come from below him, and that they are from an undead. He can sense no living thing beneath him.
The trapdoor is held in place by a simple lock that looks rusted, it would be easy to spring with a dagger. Father feed me I beg of you came directly from there, knocking on the wood resumes, just how long had the boy been down there?
DM
Vaelar starts dragging the corpses out of the graveyard, and handed them to the young townsmen starting a pyre from the desecrated coffins and fresh cut cedar boughs.
Rhianne followed the others into the Chapel, the ghostly cleric and the village elder at her side. The scent made her blanche and feel slightly nauseas. She reached into a pocket and retrieved a small jar of rosemary ointment. Here try this, she spread a small amount of it in her nostrils then handed it around.
Elder Elsa hands the rosemary ointment around to the oldwives of the village, and they headed into the main part of the chapel with determined strides.
Illmirth
Illmirth accepts the vial of scented oil with a thanks, he was not looking forward to dealing with that nauseating scent again. He dabs a bit under his nose and passes it along. He stepped into the chapel once more, pausing to cast dancing lights, spacing the orbs 20 feet apart to illuminate the gruesome scene that it may be properly cleaned and sanctified.
With that task accomplished he set about finding Murdock.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Vaelar
While aiding the men with disposing of the corpses, Vaelar asks, "Has this happened before? So many ghouls attacking at once?"
Though the bodies are horridly unclean, Vaelar seems unperturbed by the filthy task, performing it with grim duty.
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn steps back into the chapel gratefully using the ointment from Rhianne. She had managed before without it, but was glad to not have the full effect of the smell again.
Inside she looks about for Murdock and wondered about the hungry voice they had heard before. She stops, glancing to where he's at in the kitchen. "You doing alright in here?"
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
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess gratefully accepts the ointment offered by Rhianne, applying it under her nostrils. It was certainly not the first time she had felt the stench of death during her travels but they never ceased to disturb her it seemed. She then follows Crisaryn to see that Murdock is doing okay in the kitchen. "Did you find anything more in here?"
DM
Deric young townsman to Vaelar
Only once, but the attack couldn't breach the sacred walls, Donavich was sane then. A group of young rowdies tried to murder the devil Strahd including his son Doru. The ghouls were sent the following night, we all sheltered in the chapel.
Doru disappeared, no ones seen him since. Then Donavich stopped all services, a madness overcame him. It led to this. Beware, some of the houses here are held by zombies.
DM
Rhianne
Soon the elders of the village sent more women to help, each clutching mops or scrubbing brushes, they descend on the chapel and add wax candles to the sconces, replaces the red ones which they burned on the pyre outside. Light filled the chapel once again. The hallway was lit by Illmirths magic.
Rhianne tried the two doors on the left, shoving the doors open from where they'd stuck. The two were bedrooms, solid wooden beds with the morning lords sigil, the mattress and linens were spoilt. Here take these outside to burn, we can clean the wood and the floors.
She tried the other closed door and it opened into a nearly new space, Donavich did not seem to have used it in his madness, it was a study filled with books, a small desk and some ledgers of birth and death, dust everywhere.
She steps into the hallway to look in the kitchen, and finds a man dressed in armour, he seems to be investigating a trapdoor. Well met sir paladin!
Murdock
He hears the approaching footsteps, but shows no apprehension at the new figure before him. Instead, he returns the greeting with but a small, curt not. "There shallt be time proper for greetings true, milady. I seek entry to this hovel underfoot. Alas! I possess not a dagger to breaketh yonder lock."
**A little embarrassing, but yeah. No dagger.**
Rhianne reaches to her eating dagger, here use this she says to Murdock.
Crisaryn Melkial
As Rhianne enters and Murdock responds, Crisaryn asks, "What is so urgent below?"
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
DM
You hear a pounding sound coming from the trap door, Please father, let me out!
Illmirth
***OoC: insight on the voice calling for help:8***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Vaelar
Vaelar nodded solemnly to Deric as they continue their dark task, the bodies piling up.
"How have the zombies taken the houses?"
Crisaryn Melkial
Hearing the boy's cries, it becomes apparent what Murdock was seeking beneath this chapel. "Ah, I understand now," she says. With a glance at Lorelei who had entered just after her, she comments, "We should open up that trap door. Probably good that we're here to help you Murdock."
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
DM
Deric to Vaelar
Donavich took them for burial and then raised them the same night, necromancy! They had nowhere to go but home, and they murdered the rest of their families to dine on. Maybe it's just an old wives tale or maybe it's true. Me? I won't be investigating.