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Ioann, at first ready to give a snappy remark, is offset by the nickname she gives him. Instead of lashing out at her, he grits his teeth, tighten his grip on his sword and lower his gaze toward the ground, battling both anger and shame.
Shortly after everyone has entered the hallway, there is the horrible sound of ethereal shrieking as the floating, burnt faces of the dead criminals fly from all of the surrounding doors and rush at the group. They surround you, fly through you, with their shrieking filling your minds before just as suddenly rushing out the door you entered from slamming it shut behind them.
A little ashen, Terrance mutters By Torag, we should be trying to put these to rest.
A look of deadly focus crosses Ingrid's face, the angelic aspects of her features seeming pronounced. "The only rest for these will be final judgement" she says shifting her blade into a combat stance, her eyes beginning to glow far more intensely as she scans the room.
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Leans in to Ravel,
Could I be the Burning Silence?
You could be the Wrathful Lullaby.
At the screaming group of nasties
Ulp!
As the disembodied faces float pass, Ravel lets out a startled curse in a guttural tongue, "Frigidná cecky Alazhra to!"
Once the spirits pass, Ravel composes herself and smiles at her friend. "Sounds like quite the duo, Ake, dear. Is everyone alright? If the bump-in-the-nights are finished, perhaps we can open a few doors?" Ravel glances about the hall nervously.
Orin jumps, surprised by the banshee-like wails. "By the Starsong, what is wrong with this place!"
As they rush out and the door shuts, Orin looks at it. "I din't like thus. Someone check the door to see if it will still open."
A little shaken at the screaming dead. Terrance walks over and attempts to open the door.
Ioann takes a step backward staring at the faces and trying to slice thourhg them as they pass by. Clearly, he is shaken, he had not expected the place to be truly haunted.
"Ake, Ravel.... Ingrid are they dangerous? Were they only visions created by magic or true specters?" says Ioann.
Still turned toward the whole group:
"If the doors are locked, we can simply break them down... "
Akasha sees a faint aura coming from the skulls. Terrance finds that no matter how hard he tries, he can't get the door to budge.
The doors seemed jammed people. we are probably going to have to find another way.
Holding her blade before her Ingrid slowly advances towards the skulls."Oh it's real alright. There's a faint aura of undeath coming from those skulls."
Pausing for a moment she looks back over her shoulder at Ioan. "Welcome to my world."
Ioann is about to head toward the door to hack it to pieces when Ingrid mentions that the skulls are some kind of undead creatures. His facial expression hardens as he musters the anger and strenght to face it.
"Thanks, let's hope we never end up in my world. How do we slay that thing?"
"Ioann, I would expect everything we engage within these halls to be quite dangerous. We must use the weapons we found in the crypt. We can press onward, but now we know that we face more of the restless dead. If we escape this haunted place tonight, we need to acquire prybars or heavy hammers to deal with other doors in this prison. It was designed to contain, I doubt time has made that any more favorable for us."
Orin curses quietly under his breath. "Right, another way out. Assuming there is one, of course. And Ravel is correct. We'll need something to move forward with. I doubt anyone happens to have said equipment on them, yes?"
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You are asking a dwarf if he doesn't have a heavy hammer ?? Terrance looks at Orin a little shocked.
What do you call this, a toy ? He asks as he pulls his warhammer out.
Ioann sights in response to Ravel's answer.
"Forget the other way out. This should open the way back." Ioann says, showing off his sword and making his way through the group and toward the door.
"I apologize, Terrance. I should have remembered your weapon of course WAIT IOANN!" But it is too late before the man's sword strikes the door.
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Apology accepted, I think you had just overlooked it in the confusion.
Hearing the strike of metal on wood, Terrance looks around to see what was attacking.
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Ake pulls a snack of jerky...of some kind out to gnaw on and watch the fun as rocks crash down on Ioann.
Clearly his strength lays within his physical might. It must be truly impressive to make up for other weaknesses.
When Ioann strikes the wood he feels as if he just struck a stone wall with all his strength, it reverberates through his body leaving an achy sensation. There is absolutely no sign of damage done to the door, although the blade looks as if it's seen better days.
"Dark magics, friend Ioann, call for more subtle approaches. Though I do admire your attempt!"
Her mouth quirking in a tiny grin, Ingrid studies the door. "So do we focus on the door, leave and come back with the right equipment? You all were in quite a rush to come here after all. Or do we make use of the fact that we are here and go further?"
Ioann groans in frustration but otherwise listen to the others and falls back in his place of the lineup.
"I think focusing on the door is out of the question..."
"If we are to be stuck in these halls, we might as well see what lies in store for us."
As we are stuck in here for now, I think we should push on, but carefully
Terrance shakes his head at Ioann's reaction to the door.
"Agreed. Forward and onward. Sooner I can see the stars without some walls around me, the better."
How about we try that door ? Terrance points at the first door on the left.
"Straight ahead then," Ingrid says striding towards the door directly ahead of her.
Seeing Ingrid striding down the hall in front. Umm shouldn't we check the ones to the left and right ?
Ioann sights at the indecision of the group.
"Whichever, does not matter!"
Looking back over her shoulder Ingrid glaces at the other two door. "Alright then, but we're not getting anywhere standing here, if you want to check those doors first then fine, let's juest proceed."
Let us take that one, good lady, and please lead on. Terrance indicates the first door on the left.
When Ingrid attempts to open the door, at first there is a resistance and then suddenly it springs open with ease. You find yourselves in a hall that has four doors to your right, two at the far end, and one further up the wall to the left that appears to simply be an opening that leads outside. The doors in this hall, like the main entrance (and very unlike the doors in the room you just left) are all old, rotted, and hanging awkwardly.
"Well, at least we are making progress. Four doors here, two further on. Opening to the left... First door on the right?" Orin looks to the others, curious to see what their vote is
"Sure why not?" Ingrid says guardedly as she tries the next door.
Failing to breech the door, Ingrid steps back. "Would one of you gentlemen care to give it try?"
"Sure..." answers Ioann.
He walks to the door. Once he is 5 feet away from it, he takes a few steps to get some momentum and hits it with his shoulder.
"Impressive." Ingrid says with a grin.