well one thing is for certain, I've never punched a ghost. Noro adds seeming to be itching for a fight.
If the place is haunted, you can expect to find supernatural phenomena and possibly some undead of the corporeal and incorporeal varieties. Only magic weapons have a chance of harming incorporeal undead. It would also be a good idea to stock up on holy water too.
Asuriel looks up as she thinks on what she recalls about haunts and the such. She offers up, "Before we depart on this journey I think we should properly outfit ourselves. It's not that I don't think Sarenrae's warmth will reach us in such a place, but if we truly are to find supernatural phenomenon and undead we will need weapons that have been magically enchanted. Though I've never experienced it myself, I've been told that the incorporeal creatures cannot be harmed by the traditional gear we are carrying today."
Looking to Noro she smirks, "I don't suppose your fists are magical Noro, are they?"
"Magic weapons and holy water?" Horatio confirms, nodding slowly. "Good ideas. We should stock up on such and meet at the Rusty Dragon. I'll try to ferret out anything else we may be missing."
You learn that Foxglove Manor, commonly known as the Misgivings, has a foul reputation. The place is indeed haunted. A plague killed the original Lord Foxglove that lived there, along with his family and servants. That was over eighty years ago. Less than twenty years ago, the servants' quarters burned to the ground and both of Aldern's parents committed suicide. Aldern's father slit his throat. His mother leapt from a window in the top most story as she burned to die upon the rocks below. Aldern has tried to restore the estate, but no one will work on the place, and there's been persistent rumors of something evil lurking there. When you add in the rumors about his constant money troubles, then it's little wonder that the manor is not in a much better state than it was before he started.
Noro looks at her fists, then to Asuriel, depends on who's at the other end. Some have called them magical.
she thinks a moment, but magical in the magical sense, then no
Olivius goes to the newly completed cathedral and buys four vials of holy water.
"Between the plague fourscore years ago, the more recent tragedy of the fire, and a lack of money for renovations, it's a wonder the Misgivings is still standing," Horatio sighs as he finishes telling the others what he's learned. He straps his enchanted rapier to his belt, tucks four newly-purchased flasks of holy water into his pack, and gets his violin case. "It'll have to do," he mutters to himself, looking over the others. "We'd best go sooner rather than later."
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Olivius nods and leads the way. He's eager to get all this cloak and dagger crap done. Better a for that stands up to your fave than one that skulks in the shadows.