Initiative:
Round 1: Vishanti, Jerrica, Telsyn, Derika, Thangrom, Poltergeist, Abigail
"It should be bound to the room. I believe you hurt it substantially Abigail, you should be able to finish it. If you don't have a magical weapon, fall back!" Vishanti says stepping aside to let the cleric have a clear path.
Thangrom steps back, gritting his teeth and wishing he had another vial of that magic oil he'd used back in the keep. His hands clench around the haft of his weapon in frustration.
Telsyn rises and moves closer. He hopes the thing will reveal itself, if Abigail fails to drop it. Ready action to cast a spell.
Derika gets out of the way and goes to Jerrica to make sure she's not grabbed again, "Are you alright? Don't worry, I'm not gonna leave ya."
"Yeah, I'm okay," Jerrica answers. "It's not like it did much."
The poltergeist, a skeletal ghost, appears in the middle of the main room and cackles. It then vanishes as quickly as it appeared.
Telsyn lifts his skirt and screams in terror.
Despite Telsyn's flashing, Abigail manages to keep her cool, but she may have attempted to stifle a short giggle.
Unsure where the undead may be, Abigail hopes for the best. fighting off the fear of the poltergeist's scream, within a flash, she channels once more unleashing another wave of Sarenrae's light.
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The poltergeist vows to return before exploding in a burst of light.
Telsyn has no idea who the poltergeist might have been in life but he notices a couple of closed doors at the far end of the inn.
Derika pokes her head out of the room she was waiting in with Jerrica, "Is it safe to come out now? Is it gone? Can we go back to sleep?"
Once the effect dies with the creature, Telsyn takes a second to collect himself, and answers Derika.
Yeah, we can. This thing's going to come back, though, if we don't figure out what has to happen to release it.
It's a tortured soul.
She shakes her head, "DAmmit!! If it's not something trying to eat us, it's something trying to scare us to death. Why the hell can't we just rest for one night in peace?"
We will. Just not soon.
Telsyn smiles at his bodyguard.
She makes a grumpy face and throws herself into a chair, "Well that's just shitty."
"So, how do we get rid of it?" Jerrica asks as everyone congregates in the main room.
"That isn't entirely accurate. You can all go back to sleep. It will be days before it can draw enough power to reconstitute itself. We can search for whatever created it just as easily in the morning." Vishanti says comfortingly. "You especially Jerrica, that was a nasty drop you took."
"I just bumped my head, no biggie," Jerrica says.
She looks at Jerrica for a moment with an expression of worry on her face, "Hey...that thing dropped you on your head? Are you sure it's safe for you to go to sleep right away? Should we watch you or something in case it gave you a concussion? I wouldn't want anyone slipping into a coma or anything. I'll stay up with ya if ya need me to." She says as she yawns and stretches involuntarily.
"I was just a foot off the ground," Jerrica sighs. "Like I said, no biggie."
She pats Jerrica on the back as she yawns again, "Okay...if you're sure you're alright. In that case, I'm going back to bed then. Telsyn, if you wanna sleep in the room with me...fine, but please don't sleep right next to the bed. I'd hate to step you when I get up and crush something....vital." She gives him a smirk and turning goes back to her room and the bed that she was so rudely roused from.
Jerrica goes back to her room and passes out.
In the time it takes Derika and Jerrica to finish talking, Thangrom has already returned to where he was keeping watch with Vishanti.
The rest of the first watch and the following two go by uneventfully. The morning arrives with a thick bank of fog settled in the area.
As the others start to get up, Derika throws her stuff back in her bag. Going over to Telsyn she shakes him gently, "Hey...wake up. I wanna get outta here. If we can figure out what caused that spirit thingy to stay here and fix it fine, but I don't wanna be here if it comes back. I'd rather just get gone again."
It 'won't come back right away. We've got a couple days, at least. Let's see if we can find a clue who it was, and what they wanted.
She growls a bit in frustration and then grunts while making a pouty face. Crossing her arms she says, "Fine...whatever."
----- just after the Poltergeist vanished... ----
As everyone was conversing and making sure everyone was alright, Abigail knew the general idea of how to permanently get rid of the Poltergeist.
she searches around the room(s) the Poltergest seemed bound to for any clues that may help figure the mystery out.
Abigail searches about and finds the baths. The other door, however, is locked.
When Jerrica wakes in the morning, she goes to the main room. "So what's the plan here?"
We make sure that thing doesn't come back, and hurt more people who may not be as able as we are.
"If you add 'have breakfast' before all that, I might be okay with it."
During part of the night Abby was checking out the locked door. she was going to ask Jerrica to see if she could open it, but when she looked over, Jerrica was already asleep.
Next morning Abby takes some time for her prayers.
after prayers, she comes up behind Jerrica, with a hand on her shoulder, Breakfast sounds good. and after that, we should check out that locked door over there, I think the answers we are looking for may be beyond that door.
Thangrom agrees immediately with Jerrica. "Food'd be good," he says, looking around and wondering if this place even has any. "Guess it'll jus' be rations, though."
"That's good enough for me." She mutters before sitting down and pulling out some rations along with her water skin.
After eating her rations, Jerrica goes to the door.
The door fails to unlock, but the lock is not jammed.
Jerrica sighs. "Maybe someone would like to break it down?"
She looks at Thangrom, "Well...in the mood to break something? Perhaps after breakfast?"
Thangrom finishes messily devouring his rations, before hefting Goblinbreaker and going to solve the problem in his favorite manner. "Get back," he warns, before slamming the maul's heavy head against the door.
Derika crouches behind a chair and covers her head with her arms.
The door breaks easily under the dwarf's might. The smell of dust and old wine wafts up from the dark room below.