The door is unlocked and untrapped. Inside, you find a sitting room. Atop a table in the northeast corner, you can see a pretty glass oil lamp sitting on a handmade doily. In another corner, there's a rocking chair sitting next to a basket containing yarn, knitting needles, and a half-completed mitten. The door to the east of this room leads to a water closet containing a bathtub, washbasins, and a privy. From behind the southern door, you hear the voice of an elderly woman call, "Evija? Is that you?"
Percy freezes in place and looks at the chair. A stream of confusion and curiosity runs down her spine. What on earth was going on? In any case, she couldn't respond. Her little voice wouldn't pass for human. She looks to Red, then around at the party. What to do?
Stiffening like a corpse Neverhome instinctively brings a finger to his mouth. Following Percy's gaze he looks to Sigrun, arching a questioning brow as he does so.
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"It's alright" Sigrun manages calmly, "A lot going on outside."
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Holding his breath, Zses waits for the elderly woman to respond, hoping that Sigrun's words were enough to not make her come check the door.
He drew his katana, looking at the others with a slight look of well bewilderment to the others. They were letting trolls eat children in this place, old woman or not in his mind she was guilty and needed very much a cleansing probably by fire. He moved steadfastly torwards the sound of the voice.
As soon as the Samurai begins moving forward Neverhome will lash out with his arm to grab hold of the Cat's leg or tail to keep him put.
"Oh?" The woman asks. "What's happening? Was little Ivan playing too rough again?" She sounds mildly reproachful, like a disapproving grandmother.
He wanted to growl and say something instead he shrugged and put his katana back in its sheath and stood there arms crossed tail lashing.
"Yes but it's fine now. I'll go take care of it. Just checking in on you." she replies.
Allie sighs. "Silence, take your katana back out. Everything here has tried to kill us. I'm with you on this one. If the person truly is noble, they will understand our caution." She Quietly says an incantation and casts a spell on herself.
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Withholding a growl Neverhome gives a slight chop onto Allie's head. "No nobles here, just monsters and prey."
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Now was not the time for an argument. What if the old lady heard and turned on them with terrible witch powers! Well, it would end the argument, but it would also end the surprise Percy was hoping to maintain.
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Zses opens his mouth to reply, but closes it back a second after: bickering now would only make it more likely for the old lady/witch to suspect that something was amiss. He would have liked to say how he thought that going around slaying people left and right wasn't something he was too keen on: instead, he opts to reason with something more pragmatic.
"The less people we alert, the better. While those trolls could have attacked us from behind, the possibilities of an evil-or-not old lady doing so are lower. Let's just let Sigrun handle this and be on our way."
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As you quietly debate the best course of action, the air shimmers near the northern wall. A moment later, an elderly woman steps THROUGH the wall and points at the two Barbarians. "Begone, trespassers!" . Simultaneously, a small pile of cobwebs and rodent bones rises from behind the yarn basket and brushes against Zses . Everyone begins to hear the pitiful sounds of heartbroken children crying .
Surprise Round Over
"Let's just let Sigrun handle this and-" Zses is about to finish, before the ghastly figure emerge. At the same time, the witch barely manages to step away from the cobweb-covered creature before it manages to do whatever it was trying to do.
"We're defaulting to no mercy for old ladies next time!"
The elf man redraws his blade, chuckling as he incants low, a red glow extending from his fingertips into the blade of his weapon. The drip is slow and molasses like, and once the dripping completes, the blade glows a blood red for just a moment before the color fades.
You realize the strange creature is an Attic Whisperer. It's an undead created from the spirit of a neglected child and its few possessions.
"Okay maybe the cat was right this time. Sorry Whiskers."
Hobbes draws his bow and takes a shot at the weird undead thing.
Hila will also leap towards the undead menace, fangs first.
It is fine.
He replied glumly to Hobbes apology. He felt... down. He wasnt sure why. He moved to close with the weird little creature opposite Hila drawing his blade in a flash and slashing at it.
The fear is unlike anything she's ever felt. Abject terror ripping through her, reducing her to a scared, lonely little girl about to watch someone else she loves die.
Grabbing Lyosha's wrist she dashes for the door, trying to drag him along. "We need to get out of here!"
The fear creeping into him was colder than anything he had ever felt, colder than the river..., no, it was exactly as cold as the river. The very same feeling. The feeling of hopelessness, of death, of losing everything.
Worriedly nodding towards Sigrun he breaks for it along with her. He had to get her out of here.
The fear punches through Percy like a supernatural bullet, and finds a furnace unlike anything it's seen before. Percy sees the rage driven warriors flee and isn't daunted in the least. This was her kind of fight.
Percy arms, so often embers now a days, explode into rippling flame. She then gathers that flame in her delicate hands and winks at the witch.
The ball rushes forward and into face!
"See, Silence and I told ya. And now the barbarians are bookin' it."
Allie looks at the little creature and decides it needs to die.
[ooc]Five foot step back and force bullet to the face of the attic whisperer.
Seeing the two barbarians flee away, Zses focuses on the Attic Whisperer that Allie was attacking.
"वयम् ग्रन्थ् शाश्वत निद्रा, जहित सुताः!"
"Well, not chopping old ladies usually works when they're not murderous ghosts." Zses laughs without convinction, as the aura of the undead resonates within him. There was something...eerie familiar about the despair of an alone child.
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As the two barbarians flee, Allie and Percy are the only people to land successful attacks on the enemies. Zses does manage to hex the undead creature with misfortune, but it retaliates with a bite. Hissing at you, the old woman fills the room with a sudden gout of fire.
New Round
Pressing behind an overturned table, the elf manages to escape with only a minor burn to the left side of his head. As he stands, Ered's eyes show a coldness as he strides forward, going between everything that stands in his way. Although he does manage to catch the flame producing woman with his weapon, it is only a glancing blow. The location, though, is the unique part: her forehead.
Even as he stands, waiting for her rebuttal, the wound glows as the elf chuckles an arcane phrase under his breath. After the glow subsides, the blood flows like water from the wound down towards the witch's eyes.
Hobbes keeps firing at the undead.
Hila noms.
He yelped as his exposed fur singed and almost caught fire. The pain of it made his eyes water and his teeth bare. His tail lashed back and forth rapidly as if its motions could ease the pain. Burnt fur was not a pleasant smell...it was time to return the unpleasantness.
You! you die! He growled challenging the witch as he charged torwards her katana flashing.
Percy scoffs as the flames roll over her. She barely had to move to avoid them. A chilling chuckle that sends shivers up the spine leaks from her. Sister. She just tried to burn us. We should show her who she's dealing with.
She puts her fingers to get mouth and whistles. A second later everyone's favorite earth elemental pops from the floor (flanking silence if possible) and shuffles his feet.
He then knee caps the filthy witch with extreme prejudice.
The ball of fire conjured last round rolls down the witch's back.
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Zses is able to dodge the gout of fire, but in doing so exposes himself to the undead's bite. Luckily, he manages to resist the fatigue that was taking hold of his body, and curses the witch while laughing lowly.
"Is that the best you can do, you ectoplasmic hag and pile of cobwebs?"
Allie grins. "Your fire fuels my rage. How about a taste of your own medicine."
The witch blinks randomly in and out of reality as you attack, lessening their effects. At least one strike that should have connected happened while she wasn't present. However, Zses' hex catches her off-guard, and she glares at the young witch in anger. "You dare hex a Jadwiga!" A moment later, ethereal hands attempt to pluck out Zses' eyes .
Even as she is speaking Percy roars, Sit down and sit up, witch!
Bands of energy that seem to shift from rope to chain to cords and back spring from her pointing finger.
After the spell hits Rocky continues to assault the witch's legs
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and the ball of fire tries to sit on her head and remove her hair in the most painful manner possible.
The elf grins, icy crystals swirling around his blade.
"A jadwiga shouldn't leave herself open!" the elf's ice coated blade swings towards the flickering entity.
Ered's weapon goes straight for his foe's midsection. Not even a glancing blow, this is one meant to cleave flesh and bone in two. A clean butcher's skill.
Hobbes keeps firing.
Hila keeps nomming.
Allie snarls at the witch, murder in her eyes. "HOW DARE YOU!? I was just attacking you for fun but NOW ITS PERSONAL! She rears back, taking all of her might to attack once more.
After flinching a moment from the pain, Zses opens his eyes again and stares defiantly at the witch. "Allie, there's no need to get so worked up." he chuckles. "This third rate witch's spells wouldn't even be able to knock over a flower pot! I bet she can't even cackle properly." Zses mocks the spirit of the witch, who was probably going to fall soon under his friend's assault.
Rocky barely misses the Jadwiga, but his strike was better served as a distraction. Taking advantage of an opening, Ered's blade inflicts a truly grievous wound on the witch, sending blood everywhere. She staggers back, in retreat when her wound begins to glow. Moments later, a pillar of fire consumes her from the inside. With a final wail, the witch is gone. Only her clothing remains.
Hobbes and Hila promptly proceed to make short work of the undead thing.
Loot
Potion - cure moderate wounds
Potion - fly
Potion - invisibility
ring of protection +1
Spell Component Pouch
Keys x4