"Hmmm, what?" Seal questions, unaware of Rissi's reason for her outburst.
Noticing he still has some tumor and fur stuck on the bottom of his boot, he scrapes the sole clean on the ratty rug.
"Rats are my totem animal, after a fashion. I hate to see any creature suffer, but especially the rattus and other murids." She sighs.
"So you want me to 'especially murder the rats'? That is a weird way of putting it, but I will do what I can. Every girl has their thing: spiders, snakes, the color pink . . ."
"I don't want you to murder anything alive if it isn't justified, especially rats. I might have been able to save it, somehow. I don't know how; maybe I could have *squeak* crafted some dweomer to transfer it's sickness into a magical attractor; something like the runes on those windows, but for the *chhhh* disease instead of the creature."
Lucian is taken aback by the whole scene, a bit flabbergasted that Rissi would make such a big fuss about a diseased rat.
Kufieno merely shakes his head at the dwarf, trying to hide a grin on his face. "Let's check this door here by Seal."
Kufieno finds the door safe and the party heads in...
The dusty room features a long couch caked with white sheets of wispy fungus. Eddies of dust skitter along the warped floorboards as if caught up by a slight breeze, yet no wind is noticeable in the air.
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"Typically its the ale they have on tap."
Seal looks around wiggling his mouth left and right.
"This place reeks of evil."
Rissi sulks in the background. Her strange distress seems to still be impacting her faculties. "I'm sure the "air" is naught but more spirits *chhh* seeking revenge upon the living. No place in this house is safe." she whispers glumly.
Kufieno holds his hand up, wetting his finger. "I don't feel anything."
"The stench of death in this place is staggering. Why are we even here? Let us leave!" Rissi tugs - ineffectually - at Miana's arm, as if to leader her out.
Kufieno stares at Rissi. "What are you doing Miss Rissi? It isn't that bad. Maybe your more sensitive to the smell?"
"Rissi - is this about the rat? Come back, we aren't done here."
"Good idea Rissi. Time to go."
Without even asking, Seal will attempt to grab Kufieno and throw the rogue over his shoulder. He will then start to head for the nearest exit.
"Don't struggle now, its for your own good. Move along, nothing to see here, move along."
"Hey, what are you doing dwarf!" Kufieno protests as he is dwarfhandled by Seal. "Where are you going? We aren't finished here!"
As Seal begins moving toward the exit, Kufieno tries a desperate ploy. "Stop Seal. Turn around, I think there might be giants and goblins inside!"
Seal suddenly stops still in his tracks and his eyes grow wide with fury.
With a low growl, Seal unceremoniously drops Kufieno where he stands and draws his bastard sword.
"Giants."
Seal's eyes narrow as he begins to scan the room, unaware of any of his companions. He makes sure there are not any giants hiding behind the curtains or under the furniture, the usual giant hiding spots.
After a moment the effect wears off and no one any longer feels the urge to leave.
"There appears to be one more room - let us open it and see what new horrors await us."
Rissi directs the party south to find a library. This library features two chairs, one of which lies on its side before a stone fireplace. A scarf, its reds and golds contrasting with the drab palette of the room, is draped over the side of the fallen chair. A book sits facedown on the floor between the chairs. A stone bookend, carved to look like a praying angel with butterfly wings, lies on its side in the fireplace itself.
"More of the undead! The curtains"
Rissi lashes out with a disrupt undead
- fear me ghosts!
Lucian reacts immadiately. "Look out, the scarf's alive!"
He casts a cure moderate wounds spell on the scarf.
The scarf flops over uselessly after getting hit by Rissi's and Lucian's spells.
"You didn't see it? It was about to *chhh* rear up and attack us!"
Kufieno looks around in confusion. "What...scarf.
.where?"
"I agree, that scarf did not match the drapes. It was offensive to anybody's gaze.
"This may seem strange, but some of these ghosts seems more harmless then dangerous. A ghost that scares by *chhh* making you dance? One telling us to *squeak* flee? Not all have been harmless, but some."
"Maybe they are imported from Wally-world. I hear they re-vamped their 'haunted house.'"
Seal tries to remain tough but some of the effects he's encountered are starting to weird him out. He'll check out the door in the library as books give him the creeps as much as ghosts do.
Rissi will begin to search through the books for anything interesting - perhaps the volume on the floor? She does check them for magical wards first using detect magic
The book on the floor is a volume on Varisian history. The scarf is quite well made and likely worth 100 gp now, although it may or may not still be haunted. There are no magic auras in the room or anything else of significant value.
"This is of prime interest!" says Lucian, picking up the volume, and starting reading it almost instantly. "Quite exciting!"
The final small room on the bottom floor of the Foxglove Manor proves to be a cozy-looking drawing room marred by the unnatural dampness and the thick sheets of mold clinging to the curtains closed over the southern window.
Seal opens the window to allow for some current into the room. If he can't open it, he'll break the window. The barbarian is just itching to break something.
Remembering the curved staircase in the entrance room, Seal races back to the base of the stairs. He'll then race up the stairs and slide down the banister with child-like glee.
Rissi carefully looks over the mold, careful not to go inside in case one of the growths is animate.
- identifying the mold
The mold looks safe.
As Seal moves to open the curtain and break the window, he catches a brief glimpse of a forlorn woman's face reflected in the window beyond. The reflection vanishes an instant later.
Seal is visably spooked as he stumbles backwards from the window and the paranormal visage. He trips over his feet and crashes into the chair behind him.
"Did you see that? Did you? Are we sure some noble lives here? Even if he was some crazy murder, he surely could find better lodging. After all he gave us Thunderhoof and spears!"