Wren will pick up the scarf. "This doesn't look like it belongs, is what I was getting at. It's not dusty and drab like everyhing else in this place, but yes, let's move on."
Eponine pokes at the fireplace a moment and says "Probably a few months, at least."
Wren will pick up the scarf. "This doesn't look like it belongs, is what I was getting at. It's not dusty and drab like everyhing else in this place, but yes, let's move on."
Feeling a bit awkward, "Oh. Well, um, I knew that. I knew that is what you meant. And that is what I meant too. You see? We both meant the same thing! How funny is that? HaHaHaHaHa! Funny. You see? Me, you, talking about a laughing scarf. That is quite... quite funny, yes," he clears his throat, "Why are we still talking about a scarf?!" He quickly turns his attention to Eponine, "Miss Eponine, lead on!"
Wren collects the scarf noting its beauty and apparent value. Eponine checks then opens the northern door out of the library. In the next room a mahogany table surrounded by chairs sits in the center. Twin fireplaces loom to the west, while to the east, stained-glass windows obscure what could have been a breathtaking view of the Lost Coast. Each window depicts a monster rising out of smoke pouring from a seven-sided box. From north to south are depicted a gnarled tree with an enraged face, an immense hook-beaked bird with sky-blue and gold plumage, a winged centaurlike creature with a lion's lower body and a snarling woman's upper torso, and a deep blue squidlike creature with evil red eyes.
Knowledge to see if the images mean anythign to Wren
Eponine joins the other thoughtful women.
Knowledge (any except Geography)
Wren enters the room and stands below the windows clasping the red scarf in her hands. Yuri and Eponine follow to study the images in the stained glass. Victor steps inside the room, notices the scarf start to moves as if on its own. Before he can say anything, it suddenly pulls itself free of Wren's hands and streaks through the air and wraps around Nuri's throat.
Victor's eyes go wide as the scarf attacks Nuri. "NO!" he yells as he moves to grab it and pull it free.
On Wren's turn, she uses one of her Force Missiles to blast the strange scarf.
Damage
When the surprise wears off, Eponine lurches forward. She doesn't flinch when Wren's magic missile arcs past her and ahead of her. When she reaches Nuri, she joins Victor's efforts to pull the scarf away.
Prescience
Grapple
Edit: Let's just substitute that prescience roll for the grapple roll, shall we?
Victor moves deeper into the room, pushing past Eponine to get closer to Nuri.
Wren blasts the red fabric unerringly, yet the scarf remains tight on Nuri's throat. Apennine grabs hold of the scarf and feels it tugging in her grasp.
The ghostly image of your former lover remains glaring in your face, you start to feel stiff with fear but once again shake your mind free of the unnatural presensece. It seems as if your mind is trying to be someone else. You struggle to breathe as the scarf continues to constrict at your throat.
Completely confused at what's happening, "How is a scarf so murderous by itself?! Miss Wren! What kind of demon magic is this?!?! I do not think we are going to be able to remove it from Nuri's neck, but, I will try anyway!" He then grabs for the scarf, wondering if he is right.
"Aldern," Nuri chokes, staring. "What--?" She raises her hands to her throat and attempts to loosen the scarf's hold on her.
Victor joins Eponine in attempting to remove the strangling scarf from Nuri's throat. A moment after he gets a grip on it, Nuri, fighting for air, twits and turns and breaks free of both of them. However the scarf remains tight around her with an unearthly grip despite her yanking and pulling.
Wren keeps firing away, knowing any other magic might hurt her friends.
Second Force Missile
Wren's second arcane attack strikes the scarf, but it continues to write and tighten around Nuri's throat.
Can Eponine tell if the scarf seems to be animated (moving like a snake that is constricting) or if it seems to be manipulated (held by someone invisible). If it is someone invisible, I'd expect the ends to be pulling away from Nuri, perhaps bunched up in a section where an invisible hand or force is crimped down on it.
Oddly it seems like the scarf is being pulled by someone or some thing that is invisible, yet your acute vision notes not in the way you would expect if a tangible person or creature was there. It moves with an unworldly grace pulling away form her neck and tight there, but the tightly gathered ends of cloth you would expect are instead loose and flowing.
Eponine draws her dagger and tries to cut as much of the scarf away as possible, slicing at one of the ends being 'pulled' away from Nuri's neck.
To hit
Damage
Does it cut like fabric, or does it seem mystically toughened somehow?
Eponine deftly manuvers her small blade close to Nuri's neck attempting to slice away at the fabric choking the life out of her. Confident in her skills she knows she should be able to cut one of the ends, but her blade is unable to harm the scarf. It doesn't appear to be mystically toughened, more unworldly repelled like a magnet pushing away from another.
Unnatural forces continue to rip at your mind, but you keep your wits. At least you think you have, yet you can not explain Aldern's presence, the hateful look in his eyes, nor the force he is yanking the scarf around your neck with.
Shocked as Eponine's blade does nothing, Victor becomes furious. Victor makes another attempt to remove the scarf, knowing full well it is pointless and also knowing he has no other options.
Victor grabs at the scarf and gets a hold of it and of Nuri. Nuri tries to remain calm, considering carefully what she will do next.
"Nothing seems to be harming this thing. Let's try to get out of this room, and lock it inside," Wren cries, moving out of the room, not quite sure what else to do.
Victor glances over at Wren a moment with a look of shock before returning his attention fully back upon the scarf. he yells as he again and again attempts to remove the indestructible clothing.
Wren Spellcraft 1d20+13 (14)+13=27
Wren Spellcraft 1d20+13 (14)+13=27
Victor looms in close, but your vision is blured as you see the ghostly image of Aldern superimposed as if the two are sharing the same space, both tightly grasping the scarf tightening about you throat. The scarf continues to constrict but it seems to be using less force than when it first enwrapped you.
Wren keeps firing her force missiles, hoping that eventually she will wear it down. "It's working, I think. Use magic if you can...it's starting to wear a bit!"
Third force Missile
"Is the evil magic linked to the spot? Can we take it out of the room to stop it?"
Eponine will delay.
Wren blasts the scarf again as it writes about Nuri's neck. Eponine hesitates trying to discern a better corse of action. The scarf pulls taught again forcing Nuri to gasp for breath.
You ponder the evil magic and wether or not it is linked to one spot. The scarf was not active in the first room, but suddenly attacked Nuri in front of the windows. You recall tales of a haunted ruins in which evil forces exist anchored to a a specific place in this world however how big of a space the evil manifestation might cling to is uncertain.
"No! Get away!" Nuri chokes at Victor in panic as he clutches at the scarf at her throat.
A breath of fresh air is what you needed, this place feels wrong in your soul but you are ready to go and find the others again. You open the door to the main entryway and hear the sounds of commotion and struggle coming from the other side of the house. Sensing the others or in danger you rush to help them. To reach them you pass through a wide hall. A rather gruesome antique-what appears to be a mummified monkey head-hangs on the northern wall here, its tiny mouth gaping. A bellpull extends from the monkey's gaping mouth. A ratty throw rug partially obscures a foul stain of dark-colored mold on the floor.
Your will power is strong fighting off what ever presence is trying to force itself into your brain. Alas, yelling at victor sapped the last of your reserve as your lungs strain to keep you going as darkness swallows your consciousness and you collapse to the ground.
Nuri struggles to tell Victor to get away then her eyes roll up and her body goes limp, crashing down to the floor. The scarf unwinds from her as she falls and drifts in the air to rest motionless on the floor beside her head.
As Nuri falls to the ground presumably dead, Victor stands frozen in shock a moment as horrible images flash across his memory from a time he wishes to forget. No. This cannot be happening again. This cannot be... "NOOOOOOO! NOT AGAIN!" He frantically digs in his pack and removes both of his vials of healing - not even bothering to check for a pulse as he pours one after the other down her throat, hoping and praying history has not repeated itself.
Nuri sputters and gags as the potions pour into her gaping mouth. She sits up with a start, her neck rubbed raw where the scarf attacked her. It remains still at her side.
Nuri gasps once for air and the falls back to the floor unconscious.
"Can anyone heal Nuri? She's breathing, but I can't tell how hurt she is! I think I've realized nothing is to be trusted int his place, not even something as innocent looking as a pretty scarf."
Eponine crouches by Nuri. She pulls a potion from a pouch and slowly trickles its contents down Nuri's throat after tilting her head to prevent her from choking on it.
Potion of cure light wounds, damage
Nuri's eyes flutter open blearily, focus briefly on Eponine, then drift past her to Victor, whereupon she gasps and flinches away with sudden fear. "What was...?" she asks, rubbing the dark marks on her neck where the scarf had been crushing her.
As Wren mentions Nuri still breathes, "Oh thank Desna," Victor mutters as he finally takes a moment to relax, sitting down right were he is. As he places a hand over his face and drags his fingers over his eyes coming to a stop at the bridge of his nose, "I am glad that is over." He watches as Eponine gives her another vial and she manages to come to.
Victor attempts to calm her as she wakes slightly in a panic. "You are okay, Nuri, you are okay. It is over now. Whatever 'it' was decided to 'give up' I guess. I do not know what started it or why it ended but it is over." He looks over at the scarf, "At least for now. Who knows if it will start again." Victor rises from his seat and offers a hand to help her up. "Let us not give it that opportunity, hm?"
Nuri sits on the floor looking up at the others as she regains her composure. The odd windows behind the others head draw her attention for a moment. Wren's gaze returns to them along with the others as Nuri points towards them. The scarf continues to remain motionless on the floor.
The stained-glass windows obscure what could have been a breathtaking view of the Lost Coast. It occurs to you no right minded architect would install windows to block this view.
From your angle low to the floor you get a different perspective of the images in the windows. At first you thought each window depicts a monster rising out of smoke pouring from a seven-sided box. From north to south are depicted a gnarled tree with an enraged face, an immense hook-beaked bird with sky-blue and gold plumage, a winged centaurlike creature with a lion's lower body and a snarling woman's upper torso, and a deep blue squidlike creature with evil red eyes. Now you can tell that the creatures are actually being drawn into the box and it is covered with necromantic runes.