Welcome to Hell's Basement!
You can see with the Sun Rod Castiel popped down there.
There's a short hall that ends in a pair of double doors, with a door to the south as well.
"Well, it seems that perhaps Rholf should lead by virtue of his being such a bright young man." Edwin says straight-faced.
And Edwin kicks a little something clanky in the hall.
It seems somebody dropped a coinpurse; it has 30 g.p. in it.
In response to Edwin's pun, Rholf plays along good-naturedly, obviously having heard the joke before... "I'm believe I'm ready" he says while wiping some dirt from his sleeve before continuing, "I look okay? How's my hair?"
heh heh; he finds a gold earring worth 25 gp somebody dropped.
Castiel heads down the hall beside Rholf, then tries the door to the south.
"Yes yes, very funny I'm sure. Let's all have a laugh at silly Alinya talking about torches when she's walking next to one." Alinya is trying hard to be a good sport, but there's still some peevishness coming through in her voice.
Numerous grisly tools of torment decorate this room.....hanging cages, a stretching rack,...a large wooden tank, and a firepit in the middle of the room. To the east, an iron maiden, decorated with the face of a tormented maiden.
A corpse in a tattered guard's uniform is on the rack.
surrounded by hand implements of an unwholesome nature.
A large, bloodstained wicker basket is at the head of the rack.
"Yes yes, very funny I'm sure. Let's all have a laugh at silly Alinya talking about torches when she's walking next to one." Alinya is trying hard to be a good sport, but there's still some peevishness coming through in her voice.
Larissa says quietly, "You can still use my lantern if you wish."
She finds a silver ring; 20 gp.....
The young girl picks up a ring she spotted behind the leg of the rack. She hands it to Lady Alinya. "I wonder who was wearing jewelry in such a dismal place."
Having found the ring, she looks around the room some more. Maybe the poor guard's identity could be determined...
Perception
It's too old and dessicated to see who the guard is or was.
huzzah!
nitey nite!
"Yes yes, very funny I'm sure. Let's all have a laugh at silly Alinya talking about torches when she's walking next to one." Alinya is trying hard to be a good sport, but there's still some peevishness coming through in her voice.
But Castiel had deployed a sunrod at the beginning of the encounter regardless.
“Does anyone else find it odd that we keep finding random bags of coins and pieces of jewellery?” Castiel asks, somewhat distracted as he looks around, frowning at the contents of the torture chamber.
"Odd indeed; some whim of the gods, one might imagine. Or the leavings of the richer sort of prisoner."
Alinya looks in the basket at the end of the rack, unafraid of the bloody implements of torture. This dress is already ruined anyway.
Edwin casually pockets the bag of coins.
"Odd? Yes. Entirely unheard of? Not at all. I am reminded of the tales of,... erm, yes, perhaps later."
Edwin moves over to examine the rest of the room thoughtfully.
Edwin casually pockets the bag of coins.
"Odd? Yes. Entirely unheard of? Not at all. I am reminded of the tales of,... erm, yes, perhaps later."
Edwin moves over to examine the rest of the room thoughtfully.
1d20+9
You're all at the door still, looking around for more pennies from heaven;.....
and Edwin feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when he looks at the iron maiden.
And he's sure that it's haunted. With a haunt......
back in an hour.
huzzah!!!!!!!
Rholf smiles at Alinya, "Hey, most folk can't seem to get over it. This is a nice change!"
Standing at the door, Rholf looks with disgust at the torture implements. "...Unkind..." Turning his gaze away from them, he begins to survey the rest of the room.
Perception:
Edwin pauses, tense. He gives a wan half-smile and steps slowly back from the iron maiden.
"Gentlemen, ladies. We are not alone,..." He says casually, nodding at the Iron Maiden. His bow is still held downward, but the tip of the arrow lifts slightly up,...
Larissa's long hair moves restlessly.
She whispers, "What do you think it's waiting for?"
Rholf smiles at Alinya, "Hey, most folk can't seem to get over it. This is a nice change!"
Standing at the door, Rholf looks with disgust at the torture implements. "...Unkind..." Turning his gaze away from them, he begins to survey the rest of the room.
Perception: 1d20+3
Don't notice anything else untoward.
Larissa's long hair moves restlessly.
She whispers, "What do you think it's waiting for?"
“For us to enter,” answers Castiel grimly. Hefting his sword, he steps into the room.
Larissa's long hair moves restlessly.
She whispers, "What do you think it's waiting for?"
Edwin shrugs almost imperceptibly.
"If I were to hazard a guess, which goes against my usual modus operandi, I would say for someone to stick their nose in where it doesn't belong." He says softly.
“For us to enter,” answers Castiel grimly. Hefting his sword, he steps into the room.Larissa's long hair moves restlessly.
She whispers, "What do you think it's waiting for?"
Castiel enters; it makes creaking sounds.
Need a wil save.
Anybody else wanna do something?
Also, the positions are just suggestions; feel free to modify as you see fit.
Castiel:
everybody else....
Castiel's gone; everybody else's turn.
huzzzzah!
"Kendra!" Castiel doesn't stop to think how it could be possible, and it seems that something clouds the memory of the discussion of a haunt only seconds before. He begins to charge towards the iron maiden.
Castiel:
she shouts.
They can try to stop you I reckon; 4's kinda low, so.....
Initiative
"Sir Castiel!" Larissa charges into the room and tries to shove Castiel off-course. She has a suspicion and will avoid looking at the iron maiden, concentrating on the paladin.
Will Save, if necessary
CMB, if appropriate
Larissa does a pratfall; she's not.....haunted though. Just skins her knees real bad on the stones of the floor.
They seem to have broken bottle glass actually combined into the stones......
nitey nite!!!
Not being one to let a companion enter a dangerous situation alone, Rholf steps into the room as well...
Will Save:
If he's capable of acting on his own, Rholf will also try to intervene when Castiel takes off towards the iron maiden. His plan is get there first and slam the lid shut or block Castiel's path if the lid doesn't shut.
Alinya, judging that Castiel is somehow ruled by the haunt and bound on self-harm, thinks quickly. She throws a bottle of holy water, end over end, at the iron maiden. "Perhaps this will break the spell?"
"Careful! You might hit her! I'm coming for you ... my love ..." Castiel appears to direct this last bit at the iron maiden.
"Castiel!" Edwin shouts in a voice of command.
"It's not her! It's a haunt! Speaking of fools rushing in where angels fear to tread,..."
Edwin takes a breath, and begins reciting 'Oppenheim's Ode to Ophelia's Obliviousness'.
But the immediacy of the moment prevents him from fully preparing, and his recitation, while technically correct, is far from the awe-inspiring recitation it could be,...
Not being one to let a companion enter a dangerous situation alone, Rholf steps into the room as well...
Will Save: 1d20+6
If he's capable of acting on his own, Rholf will also try to intervene when Castiel takes off towards the iron maiden. His plan is get there first and slam the lid shut or block Castiel's path if the lid doesn't shut.
Rholf isn't affected by the haunt.
He gets over there and shoves the iron maiden shut
Castiel:
Alinya, judging that Castiel is somehow ruled by the haunt and bound on self-harm, thinks quickly. She throws a bottle of holy water, end over end, at the iron maiden. "Perhaps this will break the spell?"
Now you hear female screams. The iron maiden smokes!!!