"It's a good thing we can't really use weapons on the Splatter Man." Lorant replies.
Cassiel swings his sword again.
"Why does it feel like I'm fighting curdled milk?"
Lorant takes another swing at the ooze with his morningstar!
Judah fires his crossbow at the ooze.
He had to jerk his shot to avoid his allies and missed completely.
Cassiel grumbles and swings again.
Lorant joins him, hoping to finish this fight sometime today.
Judah reloaded with shaking hands and fired again. "C'mon..."
"Finally!" Lorant says. He immediately looks over his damaged sword to see how bad it is.
"Well, at least it'll still be serviceable. I did plan on picking up a cold iron and silver weapon in the future, but it's a good thing it's still serviceable for the time being."
He takes a look around, trying to re-orient themselves before continuing on.
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Lorant finds nothing of interest in this chamber but follows the corridor on the opposite wall. When he comes to a blank wall, he searches for what he is sure must be there and is rewarded when he finds the seam of a secret door. Opening it, the group enters into a large cell, the door of which is closed.
"Of course there's secret doors in here," Lorant says as he finds the door.
He takes a closer look at the cell, careful not to enter until he knows what he's getting into. He didn't want a repeat of the iron maiden incident so soon.
"Wonderful," Judah complained, happily letting Lorant take point. "Hopefully this will take us to the last of these psycho ghosts. I really do not want to have to go back and search every wall of this place to look for more hidden doors."
Lorant nods.
"My thoughts exactly, Judah. Could you please attend to the door? It's probably locked."
Judah gave the door a quick sweep, checking for hazards and to see if it was locked.
When Judah gives the all-clear, Lorant opens the door and steps through it.
Lorant stiffens as he smells blood.
"Blood. Too fresh to be natural in this place. I think we've found the Splatter Man."
Lorant focuses, using his natural instincts to try and track the spook.
"That explains the water damage on the spellbook. Did the Splatter Man drown?" Lorant idly asks as he begins approaching the oubliette.
"...what is that?!" Cassiel points to the bloody 'C' on the wall.
"Splatter Man's modus operandi. He's trying to scare you."
"Well it's f%+~ing working," Judah muttered, trying to ignore his thudding heartbeat as he looked around for a vengeful ghost.
"Judah, give me his spellbook. I think displaying it may draw him out."
"Well, tell him to knock it off and show himself."
Judah quickly rifled through his bag and pulled out the spellbook.
"Ha!" he snapped, as he brandished it before him with shaking hands.
Lorant calmly takes the book from Judah and raises it.
"Hean Feramin! In the name of Andoletta, Pharasma and Iomedae, reveal thyself!"
"Ow, my head," Judah gasped, holding his temples and wincing. He had no idea what to do, so he pulled out a flask of holy water and waited to see what Lorant's command did.
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Lorant makes his demand and a translucent figure of a man with wild hair and eyes rises from the water of the oubliette. "You called me, now you will die!" the specter says.
Now we go to initiative.
INITIATIVE
Cassiel
Eleanora
Lorant
Judah
Splatter Man
Lorant gives the Splatter Man a stony glare.
"Called you...interesting choice of words, Hean...and a wizard like you knew words have power, didn't you?"
He opens the moldy cover, displaying the water-damaged pages.
"But by trusting that power so much, you forgot one thing. Words can be erased."
He punctuates the statement by ripping the first page from the book, and shredding it to pieces in his hands.
"Hey, can I get in on this?" Cassiel moves to rip a page out of the spellbook too.
