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"Suppose there's no getting around it. Gonna have to go inside." Says Rigel as he stops at the doors where the tracks disappear to. He reaches to open the right door but changes his mind at the last second and places an ear against it instead.
"Well then, I suppose this means a young child isnt the only thing we'll be running into," Van says as he looks at the door "Besides Floaty of course."
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"Ain't no way he's getting through there," Marcon commented on softly, before then raising the lantern up high to study the frame while rigel is listening to the door. "Seems pretty melted too.. hmm..." Without another word, Marcon then drifted a little ways apart to the examine the sides of the structure, half-hopeful of finding some other means of egress, if however a tight squeeze perhaps.
If unable to spy any, then he'd return to the front to wait on Rigel's word on his findings, before looking to Ronk. "What'cha think? Tag team the door, or you think you got it?"
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Ronk shrugs. "I can give it a try first." He approaches the doors, stretching a bit, and rolling his shoulders. Ronk runs his fingers over the door, as though looking for a week spot, takes a deep, centering breath, then punches the door.
Directly across from the doors was a large stalagmite, forming the centerpiece of the west side of the chamber, which consisted of unfinished natural rock (unlike the worked stone blocks of the structure and finished walls of the eastern half of the chamber.) A tunnel to the south exited this chamber to another yet-unexplored area of the complex.
While the others inspected the structure, Gundren took up a post near the southern tunnel. "Nundro, Sildar...take a peek around that pointy rock there. A pray it ain't a roper," he said to his brother and human companion. The two looked at each other blankly for a minute. Nundro paled at the mention of a roper, but Sildar did not seem to know what that was, shrugged and walked cautiously around the rock formation.
With his ear at the door, Rigel hears no sounds from within.Marcon, takes a wider observation of the structure and though his senses were keenly tuned after a thorough rest, he found no alternate entry/exit points. Not that it would matter much...once Ronk delivered a knockout blow sending both doors off their melted hinges and flying backwards into the room.
Peering inside, the party finds dust, ash, walls blackened by fire, and heaps of debris beneath the sagging ceiling show that this room was damaged by a destructive blast. The furnishings—tables, chairs, bookshelves, beds—are charred or splintered, but otherwise well preserved. A scorched iron chest stands near the foot of one of the beds.
Looking down, Rigel finds no evidence of Carp's footprints on the interior side of the double doorway. It was as if the boy had vanished once he reached the threshold...
"Son of a..." Rigel curses, "Tracks are gone. Looks like they just stopped. Wouldn't be surprised if Isolde had a hand in this." the ranger grumbles. "Well as long as we're here..." He trails off as he cautiously enters the room. He keeps his eyes and ears open for signs of imminent cave in.He slowly approaches the chest.
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Once Marcon returned to the forefront of the building, he didn't need much convincing to enter the room after the ranger. Though he would so muttering, "Sounds like her", under his breath, assuming he caught Rigel's commentary about the disappearing tracks. It's more out of curiosity than anything afterwards that he looked up and scanned the ceiling, half hopeful to find the tracks had somehow simply made their way there... somehow.
(OOC: Wasn't sure if survival or perception would be more apropriate so went with survival. But same bonuses regardless off the top of my head I think.)
Marcon finds no signs of Carp's presence and Garet detects no magical sources, but As the party begins to look around the room, a wraith slowly rises out of the floor in the center of the room. It turns towards Rigel and Marcon and hisses: “Your presence is offensive to me, your life forfeit. My treasures are mine alone, not yours to plunder!”
Ronk holds his spear ready as he moves into the room slowly. As the wraith rises up, he tenses a bit, more ready for a fight, but still gives something a try. "Uhhh... Password? Password!"
The wraith wheels around on Ronk: "Silence bathrobe!!! That 'password' shit won't get you anything here except a quicker deliverance to your creator. Were you sent to destroy me by that bumbling twit Brightnose and his little floating booger?!"
Ronk grumbles a bit, a little disappointed the password didn't work here too. "We... Didn't even know you were here. Or that there was treasure. We're just looking for a boy."
"Young man," Van adds, holding a hand around waist-height. "About this high? Have you seen him running around because we really need to get him back to his mother."
Marcon went from wide-eyed surprise to narrowed-eyed and fist clenched in seconds flat following the wraith's appearance. Yet before he could let his own actions speak louder than words, Ronk's words had him nearly stumbling over his own feet within the first step, before looking back with a 'Really?' look. Turning back to the wraith, and with the wind all but knocked out of his sails after being thrown off once, he'd say in exasperated tone, "Ya sure? He's a halfling if that help with ringing any bells Mr., uh.... sorry, but what's your name? Mine's Marcon fer what it's worth. And like robes pretty much said, we ain't much a mind or care for any treasure."
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"Mormesk," replies the wraith, "was my name in life. And the last intruders here took my life from me...so unless you have something to offer in exchange for your lives, prepare to join my undead army! And for the last time, there are no halfling children here!" he screams.
"Last intruders? Well that's just dreadful," Van shakes his head sadly. "But if there is one thing I do know, is that people love a good gimmic. Undead army? Overdone," he waves a hand dismissively. "But, and just hear me out here, undead band. Now that's original!"
INSIGHT: Vanzaren believes that the wraith is overselling his narrative and thus has something to hide. However, he is not sure if Mormesk's deception relates to the missing child, or something else entirely.
Marcon looks flabbergasted back at Vanzaren. "Personally I'd prefer not to be made an undead anything, thank you very much!" He says frankly. But after looking thoughtfully for a second or two, rubbed his chin, "Although... I'd probably look pretty bad ass as undead skelleton knight or somethin' if we can get ahold of some -- Wait, no, we're getting off track! Uhm... uh... I can offer ya 14 electrum pieces to add to your, uh... treasure and to leave, Mr. Mormesk. Can't say why a ghost would want treasure, but who am I to judge I guess." He gives an awkward shrug.
Then a thought seems to occur to him as he shouts back out into the chamber, "Hey Gundren! We got, uh... There's a ghost here by the name of Mormesk. Is this uh... should I, uh... ya know? Or, uh... I'unno. Seems to really want us to go tho' or join his Undead Band or somethin'."
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"Suppose there's no getting around it. Gonna have to go inside." Says Rigel as he stops at the doors where the tracks disappear to. He reaches to open the right door but changes his mind at the last second and places an ear against it instead.
Perception: 12
**This Space for Rent**
"Well then, I suppose this means a young child isnt the only thing we'll be running into," Van says as he looks at the door "Besides Floaty of course."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
"Ain't no way he's getting through there," Marcon commented on softly, before then raising the lantern up high to study the frame while rigel is listening to the door. "Seems pretty melted too.. hmm..." Without another word, Marcon then drifted a little ways apart to the examine the sides of the structure, half-hopeful of finding some other means of egress, if however a tight squeeze perhaps.
-Perception: 22.
If unable to spy any, then he'd return to the front to wait on Rigel's word on his findings, before looking to Ronk. "What'cha think? Tag team the door, or you think you got it?"
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Ronk shrugs. "I can give it a try first." He approaches the doors, stretching a bit, and rolling his shoulders. Ronk runs his fingers over the door, as though looking for a week spot, takes a deep, centering breath, then punches the door.
Strength Check: 11
Directly across from the doors was a large stalagmite, forming the centerpiece of the west side of the chamber, which consisted of unfinished natural rock (unlike the worked stone blocks of the structure and finished walls of the eastern half of the chamber.) A tunnel to the south exited this chamber to another yet-unexplored area of the complex.
While the others inspected the structure, Gundren took up a post near the southern tunnel. "Nundro, Sildar...take a peek around that pointy rock there. A pray it ain't a roper," he said to his brother and human companion. The two looked at each other blankly for a minute. Nundro paled at the mention of a roper, but Sildar did not seem to know what that was, shrugged and walked cautiously around the rock formation.
With his ear at the door, Rigel hears no sounds from within.Marcon, takes a wider observation of the structure and though his senses were keenly tuned after a thorough rest, he found no alternate entry/exit points. Not that it would matter much...once Ronk delivered a knockout blow sending both doors off their melted hinges and flying backwards into the room.
Peering inside, the party finds dust, ash, walls blackened by fire, and heaps of debris beneath the sagging ceiling show that this room was damaged by a destructive blast. The furnishings—tables, chairs, bookshelves, beds—are charred or splintered, but otherwise well preserved. A scorched iron chest stands near the foot of one of the beds.
Looking down, Rigel finds no evidence of Carp's footprints on the interior side of the double doorway. It was as if the boy had vanished once he reached the threshold...
"Son of a..." Rigel curses, "Tracks are gone. Looks like they just stopped. Wouldn't be surprised if Isolde had a hand in this." the ranger grumbles. "Well as long as we're here..." He trails off as he cautiously enters the room. He keeps his eyes and ears open for signs of imminent cave in.He slowly approaches the chest.
**This Space for Rent**
Once Marcon returned to the forefront of the building, he didn't need much convincing to enter the room after the ranger. Though he would so muttering, "Sounds like her", under his breath, assuming he caught Rigel's commentary about the disappearing tracks. It's more out of curiosity than anything afterwards that he looked up and scanned the ceiling, half hopeful to find the tracks had somehow simply made their way there... somehow.
-Survival: 6(12).
(OOC: Wasn't sure if survival or perception would be more apropriate so went with survival. But same bonuses regardless off the top of my head I think.)
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Garet will look for some signs magic happening there
Arcana 13
If nothing found he will cast detect magic
Marcon finds no signs of Carp's presence and Garet detects no magical sources, but As the party begins to look around the room, a wraith slowly rises out of the floor in the center of the room. It turns towards Rigel and Marcon and hisses: “Your presence is offensive to me, your life forfeit. My treasures are mine alone, not yours to plunder!”
Ronk holds his spear ready as he moves into the room slowly. As the wraith rises up, he tenses a bit, more ready for a fight, but still gives something a try. "Uhhh... Password? Password!"
The wraith wheels around on Ronk: "Silence bathrobe!!! That 'password' shit won't get you anything here except a quicker deliverance to your creator. Were you sent to destroy me by that bumbling twit Brightnose and his little floating booger?!"
Ronk grumbles a bit, a little disappointed the password didn't work here too. "We... Didn't even know you were here. Or that there was treasure. We're just looking for a boy."
"Young man," Van adds, holding a hand around waist-height. "About this high? Have you seen him running around because we really need to get him back to his mother."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
"What?! NO!!" Screams the wraith...
(OOC: roll Insight)
Marcon went from wide-eyed surprise to narrowed-eyed and fist clenched in seconds flat following the wraith's appearance. Yet before he could let his own actions speak louder than words, Ronk's words had him nearly stumbling over his own feet within the first step, before looking back with a 'Really?' look. Turning back to the wraith, and with the wind all but knocked out of his sails after being thrown off once, he'd say in exasperated tone, "Ya sure? He's a halfling if that help with ringing any bells Mr., uh.... sorry, but what's your name? Mine's Marcon fer what it's worth. And like robes pretty much said, we ain't much a mind or care for any treasure."
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"Mormesk," replies the wraith, "was my name in life. And the last intruders here took my life from me...so unless you have something to offer in exchange for your lives, prepare to join my undead army! And for the last time, there are no halfling children here!" he screams.
Insight: 17
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
"Last intruders? Well that's just dreadful," Van shakes his head sadly. "But if there is one thing I do know, is that people love a good gimmic. Undead army? Overdone," he waves a hand dismissively. "But, and just hear me out here, undead band. Now that's original!"
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
INSIGHT: Vanzaren believes that the wraith is overselling his narrative and thus has something to hide. However, he is not sure if Mormesk's deception relates to the missing child, or something else entirely.
Marcon looks flabbergasted back at Vanzaren. "Personally I'd prefer not to be made an undead anything, thank you very much!" He says frankly. But after looking thoughtfully for a second or two, rubbed his chin, "Although... I'd probably look pretty bad ass as undead skelleton knight or somethin' if we can get ahold of some -- Wait, no, we're getting off track! Uhm... uh... I can offer ya 14 electrum pieces to add to your, uh... treasure and to leave, Mr. Mormesk. Can't say why a ghost would want treasure, but who am I to judge I guess." He gives an awkward shrug.
Then a thought seems to occur to him as he shouts back out into the chamber, "Hey Gundren! We got, uh... There's a ghost here by the name of Mormesk. Is this uh... should I, uh... ya know? Or, uh... I'unno. Seems to really want us to go tho' or join his Undead Band or somethin'."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.