Still slightly disappointed in not getting a chance to fight the specter, but still impressed at his allies skills, Song walks into the disused room... and sees the skeletons. His eyes go wide and he walks backward slightly. He's only been an adventurer for a few weeks. He and his father had always avoided trouble. He's seen some things on his travels that give him pause. But nothing like this...
"I should have seen this coming, but... I want out of here. The second we destroy that other spirit Orilo feels, we leave. This is too much."
Song breaths with his eyes closed a few times. "... Okay. I'm okay. I'll need some time but I can handle this. Just like the stories. Well, the darker ones. Yes. Let's move on."
"Oh bloody hell. Are any of you good with children? Because I'm shit with the living ones and I'm definitely not suited to handle undead children, so I'm going to let you all handle this one."
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Winter didn’t say too much soon after the death of the specter, a little irritated that she didn’t do anything, but glad that the others were well prepared to take care of any enemies of the sort. Again, Winter went up the stairs second to last, but didn’t ready a weapon, as she was pretty sure the rest of the group could take care of any enemy behind the door.
When her eyes met with the small skeletons in the middle of the floor, she was quick to advert them, but were brought back when Anborn said something about the children’s spirits still lingering about. She shook her head at his question and stayed silent.
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
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Slowly, Orilo put away his blade upon spying the skeletons and bowed his head. After a moment of silence he shakes his head and starts to the room next door. But before he gets too far, he turns back and leans in just past the door frame (if there is room). "Not so sure. Maybe..."Orilo hmms and taps the side of his helmet a few times. It is too late though. The children had in part revealed themselves. To perhaps everyone's surprise, and with care of the bones themselves, the paladin makes his way closer to the bed. Close, but only just enough to kneel and stretch out a hand towards the bed.
"Thorn... Rose... Come out now. No monsters here. Only.... friends."The whole effort is clumsy, his voice still gravely, but Orilo tries all the same to convey a welcoming and grandfatherly tone.
The children emerge. Scared, but look you all over, surprised that..someone, after all this time, has come up so far into the home. They look at their skeletons and have a face of innocent sorrow in their eyes. They make no hostile moves, and do not attack you in the slightest.
Orilo starts to grumble and turn to Elya, intending to admonish her for something or other. He catches himself, however in favor of watching over the children. "A way down?"He asks as he tries to peek past Elya's butt to the now opened house. "Strange house. Strange people." A mirthless chuckle escapes him. "And for you?"He glances awkwardly to the bones.
“It’s the least we could do for them,” Winter murmurs, quietly walking towards the bones. “They deserve peace after all they’ve been through...”
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
"Let's go open the door and head down then - unless anyone else wants to linger up here any longer?" Ledanra moves to their beds, gathers up a sheet and places the bones of each child within a sheet and wraps them up. The act is something she finds remarkably uncomfortable but her naturally emotionless manner allows her to seem to perform the task coldly and without any reticence. The suffering that these children implied is quite remarkable, and as shocked at the others are at the conditions and the manner that their own imaginations conjure up for this death, Ledanra has a grudging respect for whatever this monster is, that is could create torment after death... I wonder, whether that is something that I shall be able to acheive, eternal torment would seem fitting for some.
She takes the smaller makeshift bag of bones, whilst holding the larger out for another to carry.
Winter had helped Ledanra pack away the small skeletons, her visage matching the others while they did the job.
”Everybody dies,” His voice rumbles throughout the room that she stood in, blades in hand. With the use of illusionary magic, he conjured up figures to match his words as he continued to speak. “Whether it be by natural causes, a warrior fighting in battle, a target of yours... Everyone succumbs to the same fate.” The illusion now forms into that of a small child, barely past the age of eight. “Children are not safe either. Children die, whether it be of illness, neglect... Your hand.”
She gives him a wary glance, but tries to keep her composure.
”Would you kill a child, Winter?”
The rogue snapped herself back into reality, swallowing hard before standing back up to allow Ledanra room to better wrap them up. She ended up taking the other bag from the woman, keeping her mind guarded from another impending memory.
”Let’s go.”
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
Anborn says a quick prayer over the souls of the children. "Mighty Torm, please defend the souls of these children as they pass through this world and give me the strength to bring your divine justice down on those who killed them."
A narrow spiral staircase made of creaky wood is contained within a 5-foot-wide shaft of mortared stone that starts in the attic and descends 50 feet to the dungeon level, passing through the lower levels of the house as it makes its descent. Thick cobwebs fill the shaft and reduce visibility in the staircase to 5 feet.
From the moment you arrive in the dungeon level, you all can hear an eerie, incessant chant echoing throughout the entire area. It’s impossible to gauge where the sound is coming from at the moment.
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Still slightly disappointed in not getting a chance to fight the specter, but still impressed at his allies skills, Song walks into the disused room... and sees the skeletons. His eyes go wide and he walks backward slightly. He's only been an adventurer for a few weeks. He and his father had always avoided trouble. He's seen some things on his travels that give him pause. But nothing like this...
"I should have seen this coming, but... I want out of here. The second we destroy that other spirit Orilo feels, we leave. This is too much."
Song breaths with his eyes closed a few times. "... Okay. I'm okay. I'll need some time but I can handle this. Just like the stories. Well, the darker ones. Yes. Let's move on."
Just a nerdy dude.
You can feel a presence in the room, an undead presence. The ghosts of two small children, the ones outside, peek out from behind the bed.
"Oh bloody hell. Are any of you good with children? Because I'm shit with the living ones and I'm definitely not suited to handle undead children, so I'm going to let you all handle this one."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Winter didn’t say too much soon after the death of the specter, a little irritated that she didn’t do anything, but glad that the others were well prepared to take care of any enemies of the sort. Again, Winter went up the stairs second to last, but didn’t ready a weapon, as she was pretty sure the rest of the group could take care of any enemy behind the door.
When her eyes met with the small skeletons in the middle of the floor, she was quick to advert them, but were brought back when Anborn said something about the children’s spirits still lingering about. She shook her head at his question and stayed silent.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
Slowly, Orilo put away his blade upon spying the skeletons and bowed his head. After a moment of silence he shakes his head and starts to the room next door. But before he gets too far, he turns back and leans in just past the door frame (if there is room). "Not so sure. Maybe..." Orilo hmms and taps the side of his helmet a few times. It is too late though. The children had in part revealed themselves. To perhaps everyone's surprise, and with care of the bones themselves, the paladin makes his way closer to the bed. Close, but only just enough to kneel and stretch out a hand towards the bed.
"Thorn... Rose... Come out now. No monsters here. Only.... friends." The whole effort is clumsy, his voice still gravely, but Orilo tries all the same to convey a welcoming and grandfatherly tone.
(@Crispy: Burning my inspiration for this)
Persuasion: 12.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Nice job.
The children emerge. Scared, but look you all over, surprised that..someone, after all this time, has come up so far into the home. They look at their skeletons and have a face of innocent sorrow in their eyes. They make no hostile moves, and do not attack you in the slightest.
Elya looks at the bones with sorrow in her eyes, but her tears quickly turn from sadness to rage.
"As soon as I find whoever did this, they will regret the first kiss their father gave their mother."
She pulls out her flask and pulls out a ball of water with shape water. She freezes, crushes, and reforms it a few times before noticing the ghosts.
"Rose, Thorn... we're here to help you. What do you want us to do?"
Persuasion: 14
Rose and Thorn point to the dollhouse.
"What's in there?"
Elya walks over to the dollhouse and looks it over for anything that stands out. Investigation: 12
"There's a secret door in the attic.." Rose mentions as you look at the dollhouse.
"What's behind the secret door, Rose?"
"The way down. The monster in the basement.."
Looking at the dollhouse, there is a hidden stairwell that leads down to the basement from the room directly south of the room to the west.
Orilo starts to grumble and turn to Elya, intending to admonish her for something or other. He catches himself, however in favor of watching over the children. "A way down?" He asks as he tries to peek past Elya's butt to the now opened house. "Strange house. Strange people." A mirthless chuckle escapes him. "And for you?" He glances awkwardly to the bones.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Grant us peace. Bury our bones in the basement. So we may rest. You will know where."
“It’s the least we could do for them,” Winter murmurs, quietly walking towards the bones. “They deserve peace after all they’ve been through...”
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
"Let's go open the door and head down then - unless anyone else wants to linger up here any longer?" Ledanra moves to their beds, gathers up a sheet and places the bones of each child within a sheet and wraps them up. The act is something she finds remarkably uncomfortable but her naturally emotionless manner allows her to seem to perform the task coldly and without any reticence. The suffering that these children implied is quite remarkable, and as shocked at the others are at the conditions and the manner that their own imaginations conjure up for this death, Ledanra has a grudging respect for whatever this monster is, that is could create torment after death... I wonder, whether that is something that I shall be able to acheive, eternal torment would seem fitting for some.
She takes the smaller makeshift bag of bones, whilst holding the larger out for another to carry.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Winter had helped Ledanra pack away the small skeletons, her visage matching the others while they did the job.
”Everybody dies,” His voice rumbles throughout the room that she stood in, blades in hand. With the use of illusionary magic, he conjured up figures to match his words as he continued to speak. “Whether it be by natural causes, a warrior fighting in battle, a target of yours... Everyone succumbs to the same fate.” The illusion now forms into that of a small child, barely past the age of eight. “Children are not safe either. Children die, whether it be of illness, neglect... Your hand.”
She gives him a wary glance, but tries to keep her composure.
”Would you kill a child, Winter?”
The rogue snapped herself back into reality, swallowing hard before standing back up to allow Ledanra room to better wrap them up. She ended up taking the other bag from the woman, keeping her mind guarded from another impending memory.
”Let’s go.”
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
Corrin nods. "Yes, let us grant them the peace they seek."
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Anborn says a quick prayer over the souls of the children. "Mighty Torm, please defend the souls of these children as they pass through this world and give me the strength to bring your divine justice down on those who killed them."
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THE SECRET STAIRS
Everyone is now level 2!! Great job guys!!
A narrow spiral staircase made of creaky wood is contained within a 5-foot-wide shaft of mortared stone that starts in the attic and descends 50 feet to the dungeon level, passing through the lower levels of the house as it makes its descent. Thick cobwebs fill the shaft and reduce visibility in the staircase to 5 feet.
From the moment you arrive in the dungeon level, you all can hear an eerie, incessant chant echoing throughout the entire area. It’s impossible to gauge where the sound is coming from at the moment.