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Meg shudders, not so much from the chilling wind and rain, but from Matteo's revelation of the creatures that left the tracks. "Didn't we fight some babaus before, Matteo, at the wedding? I'm not looking forward to meeting these creatures, but it would be best if we get rid of them."
Turning toward the manor and squinting against the dark and the rain, Meg pushes on, drawing her magical, golden scimitar. "We should get inside--and get ready for whatever guardians await us."
Well the most important things are that you will need some good aliened or cold iron weapon and that they are probably resistant to magic and well protected by most elements. So burning them with fire won't be much of an option.
Ezren will tell the party about the difference between them. (see DM post)
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Matteo's face turns grim as he studies the tracks. "Babaus... [insert babau description here.] And howlers too, it would seem. [insert howler description here." He turns to Meg. "Indeed, these are the creatures that we encountered at the wedding. I hope you all have cold iron weapons, or other means of harming creatures from the Abyss. Keep in mind that Babaus have an innate resistance to magic, as do many other Abyssal denizens."
At the suggestion to stay in the stables, Matteo grimaces. "You would have us rest in such a filthy place? All so you may not have to utter simple words?" he rolls his eyes in annoyance.
i would suggest the stables first just in case things come running at our back.
The howler tracks lead to the stable by way of the shattered wagon—its surface is marred by rents from the beast’s savage claws.
On the stable’s outer eastern wall, a narrow staircase rises toward three doors, likely to rooms rather than a hay loft entry.
If we are looking form more info i would say the stables proper then the 1st floor. But i'll just follow anyway
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Omrax will follow along-side or closely behind Meg, making no attempt at a slow, stealthy approach.
"Lady Megferra, I have been accused of many things, alas being sneaky is not one of them."
He draws his blade and heft shield. If Meg continues to step quietly, he will pause momentarily to detect evil ahead of her.
Megferra heads up the stairs, slick with rain make the climb difficult... only to have her feet slide unexpectedly.
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"I find that talking does not usually aids one's endeavours in being stealthy..." Matteo whispers. "Also, I have always found it interesting how much blame people put on their patron deities. I myself prefer to worship the All-Seeing Eye, but I would not accuse him of not having grace on me if I failed to ascend these stairs. I also would not grant him thanks for allowing me to not slip..." He continues on this rant for a few moments.
With care and with the rope you are all able to ascend without further dangers.
The three rooms located above the stables are littered with mundane trinkets and clothing. A general look around reveals 12 diaries written by different people. These memoirs all have similar last entries (from various times over the last few months) describing their incredible “good fortune” at stumbling upon the isolated manor during cruel weather, and their intent to wait the storm out within its walls. The most recent entry, only 2 days old, belongs to Benn Anders.
This damned storm ain’t relenting. My wife Marta, caught something fierce, and through her rasping coughs begs me to let our family rest in Ostergarde. I’ve told her over and over that only evil lives there, we’d be better off to die in this storm.
I can’t delay any longer. My wife hallucinates and poor Tilly shakes violently. Young Tarcey holds strong, but I’m afraid we’re going to die in this weather if we don’t get warm, and fast. Damn it! I’ve made up my mind—I’m taking my family to the stable by the manor, to get out of the weather. Surely we’ll be safe if we just avoid the manor itself.
Benn Anders
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Meg smiles at Matteo as he climbs up the rope she holds. "Well of course you wouldn't thank the All-Seeing Eye for helping you not trip! We don't walk with our eyes!" Meg declares quietly. "Shelyn requires that I perfect an art, though, and I doubt I could have kept my balance if I were not practiced in dance! Also," she adds cheerfully, lightly tapping her eyepatch with one pointer finger, "I'm not exactly the one to be All-Seeing, you know?"
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"This is from just two days ago..." Meg thinks out loud after reading the diary entry, with a look of concern. "This Anders family should be here--except for those tracks..." the paladin trails off, not wanting to dwell on what may have happened here. Meg sighs, then assumes a more determined resolve. "Omrax, I think we should check for any presence of evil in this place," she suggests, calling on Shelyn to reveal any fiends to her.
Megferra exercises her divine senses and detects the presence of evil... underneath your feet, through the wooden floor - Something in the stables perhaps?
It is a strong aura of evil - While the ability doesn't discern between undead, clerics and outsiders, just helping you feel those sources more strongly, it is unlikely that the sources of evil are commoners or simply aligned creatures. After concentration you believe there are four sources in the stables beneath these rooms... maybe 10 feet or so beneath you.
Well we were tasked with cleaning this place up so let's get to it shall we?
The stables seem empty enough. There is a large hay pile in one corner and some closed stalls... but they bump slightly in the wind indicating they aren't locked.
There is a slightly fetid musty smell coming out of the place. If there is something in there then its waiting for you.
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"I think they're hiding..." Meg whispers. She puts away her Wayfinder, and pulls out a flask of holy water. She passes it to Sylph, since he is better with such weapons, then pulls out her potion of Darkvision, keeping hold of it in case of any demonic tricks. She maintains her Detect Evil, and points to where the evil resides, saying: "Sylph, throw this at the hay pile--that ought to teach them!"