"So we have it temporarily disabled but like the others. we'll have to eliminate a certain number of major haunts to put these down permanently." Ingrid says studying the room. "How is everyone?"
Dusting off her skirts and stamping out any smolders as the bats poof back in a silver cloud. She ensures Narcissa is calmed. "Rattled... but intrigued. The horrors that the living must have endured here have in turn created these horrors that linger at death's door. The warden's widow speaks of the most notorious of the prisoners... and what little is keeping their spirits in check. I only hope that our month here in Ravengro is enough time to get to the heart of this ethereal evil... to avenge our dear friend and to put an entire prison of restless at peace." Ravel idly thumbs the medallion about her neck. "Nightmarish."
At this point in the endeavor Uklod had become unmindful of the dirt and soot but the sheer number of undead was a bit overwhelming.
"Nightmarish it is Ravel. We're lucky they all seem to be bound to Harrowstone else Ravengro would be over ran."
Ioann's anger and frustration continue growing as he unsuccessfully searches a pile of debris for some kind of metal. As he moves toward another pile, he gives a look toward the room where the others are, and finally notices that every seems more calm. No more door bashing of high pitch goblin screaming for more fire. Ioann stops in his tracks, his shoulders sink, he throws his head backward and rolls his eyes. They don't even bother calling me back. Bah!
Enraged, he heads toward the room, picks up the sledgehammer, drags it as he walks past the other, bumping into most of them before reaching the skull's room. There, he unleashes his frustrations on a poor unsuspecting door.
Remembering the re-animated Professor, Ravel frowns. "I... wouldn't be so sure of that, Uklod. I think that is what our spiritual guide was warning us of, things are stirring and the barriers are weakening. The wards won't last much longer."
I agree, it is Nightmarish, and also glad that it is stuck here.
However, this place I think we should investigate further, after a good days rest.
The noise of cracking and splintering wood dies down once Ioann is satisfied with the state of the door, now looking like a pile of debris. The man takes a few steps toward the room where the others are. Head leaning forward, eyes staring at the ground, he waits for their decision, commenting to himself every so often.
"So that's it, no more pushing, who cares if the necromancer escapes... how cares that the ghosts take over this place...." he mutters.
Finaly, he speaks up to the others.
"If we don't go the the next room, let's at least make the Whisperers pay by destroying the runes they inscribed outside. That should protect the town from the spirits..."
Ravel tentatively puts a hand on Ioann's shoulder. "The Professor asked us to stay a month, and you saw from his journals how long he researched this. If we rush we may miss something he wanted us to see or find. As troubling as it sounds, I don't think the necromancer is finished yet... at least not with us. One more room, then let us retire for today. If someone is still lurking here, and hasn't slipped out amongst the constant sound of splintering doors, then us retreating and coming back renewed isn't going to hinder them..."
In that case, gather around before we go into the next room
Torag grant us help
Surprisingly, Ioann did not move away from Ravel's touch.
Of course she is right... and that thought only made Ioann more mad, mostly at himself. The man closed his eyes for a moment, trying to focus and not take it out on the gentle woman. Once he opened them, the others could see resignation reflected in them.
Without lifting his eyes from the ground, Ioann answered:
sight* "Fine. Let's get this done."
"Alright we may as well get this done, just everyone be alert for danger."
Aye, lets get it done.
Terrance grips his warhammer in a 2 handed grip, and waits for the door masher to knock the door down
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Ioann gives a look to Ravel (who still has her hand on his shoulder) from the corner of his eyes. Somehow, through the mixed feelings of anger and resignation emanating from his expression, the witch can see thankfulness. It seems that for a moment, the man is freed from whatever plagues him.
This only lasts a moment, for Ioann's expression is filled with wrath as soon as he looks up toward the door barring them entrance to the property room. Walking away from the comforting hand of Ravel, he comes within 20' from the iron door. He takes a deep breath and rushes toward the door, sledgehammer lifted in the air.
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Seeing as the first hit does not take down the door, Ioann goes on hitting, letting out his anger. The man almost seems feral as he lands hits upon hits on the door, only to finally fall down form exhaustion.
The rest of you cannot help but to be in awe as the stoic man unleashes his fury on the metal door. You have never seen anything quite like it, and you are at once quite certain that you hope to never be the cause of his anger and the target of such might. The door finally lets go and falls inward, propped at an awkward angle as one severely bent hinge remains attached. Ioann falls, exhausted and panting heavily.
From the doorway, you see wooden shelves line the small room and on those shelves are an assortment of items.
Ravel lets out a low whistle, but her appreciation certainly isn't for the trove they have uncovered. "Let us hope we can find a sturdier hammer in here... Ioann, you opened it, you get first peek... and first pick."
Laughing Terrance comments
Aye Ravel, I can live with that
He then walks over and offers Ioann a hand up
"Impressive." Ingrid says shaking her head.
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"...may I never be reincarnated as a door..." Uklod whispered under his breath.
Ioann, still panting, takes Terrance's hand and lifts himself up. Without a word of thanks to the dwarf, the man leaves the sledgehammer on the ground, grips his sword, and slowly makes it into the room, looking around to see if he could find Hawkran's badge.
A bizarre collection of antique goods rests upon wooden shelves that line the room. Several of the items contain tiny tags with labels written in a careful script.
After Ioann walks in, Terrance follows and looks around
Almost as an afterthought Uklod hissed an orison to see magical aurus. He noticed the wand right away.
"This isn't all junk. That wand will most likely be helpful."
Following the other's lead he scanned the room for anything else.
"And there," he said while pointing to the east wall; is a door of some sort I believe."
How did I miss that?
Terrance picks up the wand.
Let us grab the rest of these things. according to the lady spirit over there he waves his hand in the direction of west we need these things to put some of the spirits to rest
Ravel smiles, "Well if everyone could see it, it wouldn't be a secret now would it? That razor is troubling..."
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The rest of you cannot help but to be in awe as the stoic man unleashes his fury on the metal door. You have never seen anything quite like it, and you are at once quite certain that you hope to never be the cause of his anger and the target of such might. The door finally lets go and falls inward, propped at an awkward angle as one severely bent hinge remains attached. Ioann falls, exhausted and panting heavily.
From the doorway, you see wooden shelves line the small room and on those shelves are an assortment of items.
Ake just smiles at the wrath and destruction.
Impressive, most impressive. Remind me not to anger him to often, Ravel.
Please..
"Everyone ready?"
Ioann soon realized that the badge was nowhere to be seen on the shelves. At first flustered, he then remembered, just like Terrance, the importance of the items. Taking interest in them, Ioann bended forward, trying to read the inscription for each of them in order to link them to the different prisonners that had read about.
However, before he could read all of them, his attention was grabbed by Uklod's discovery of the secret door. Standing straigher, but still head bowed, Ioann approaches the others.
"Let's find out what was so important that they needed to hide it. Then we can grab whatever we need... Terrance, you have read the most about the prisonners, can you link any items to them?"
Upon hearing Ingrid's question, Ioann becomes silent, and instead of answering, simply approaches the secret door and tries to push it open.
The door shifts when Ioann pushes on it, when he puts a little more weight into his shove, the door grinds across the dirt that's build up over the years to reveal a small room.
On the small shelf in this room:
A bloodstained handaxe labeled: Vance Saetressle ID#RD769
A dozen holy symbols on fine silver chains labeled: Sefick Corvin ID#HR331
A moldy spellbook labeled: Hean Feramin ID#RH998
A smith's hammer labeled: Ispin Onyxcudgel ID#HT487
A tarnished silver flute labeled: Name Unkown aka The Piper of Illmarsh ID#DF425
I am thinking that these are the items the spirit was talking about. Lets get them as well, and go back to Lady Kendra's place for tonight.
Ravel cocks an eyebrow at the items, particularly the spellbook. "When we get back, Ake dear, I would like you to help me see if that tome is still legible."
As you gather the items, you recall Vesorianna's warning that these items are likely cursed. You aren't quite sure how it is that they will help you to defeat the prisoners, you realize that you might need to study the items further to figure this out.
As lady Hawkran's words come back to his memory, Ioann abruptly takes the sack out of Terrance's hands.
"No need to curse yourselves. Let me carry those." he said, his tone sharper than usual.
Turning toward ravel he speaks with authority"No one touches anything until we know the nature of their curse."
As they make their way toward the entrance hall, Ioann speaks, not looking at anyone in particular.
"Should we not go and see the specter of lady Hawkran? She might want one of these objects."
"I believe we should, before taking cursed objects into Kendra's home." Ingrid replies.
A bit startled by Ioann's grabbing the sack out of his hands Terrance looks up with a bit of annoyance, but looks mollified with Ingrids statement.
In that case, let us go
You make your way back to the room where you encountered the ghost of Lady Hawkram and it appears empty at first. Crossing into the room, she begins to materialize. "Guards? Have they finally sent new guards?" She seems confused at first, but after a moment, clarity begins to set in and she says, "Oh yes, my guards. Have you not found my husband's remains? He still feels so far away..."
"So far we have not been able to locate them. We have only been gone from you a short while. We have, however, come upon some belongings of the prisoners that we were hoping you could examine and tell us of..."