"Haunted?" Hannah said as she padded over, the gem of true seeing in her hand.
Thraag looks around taking a defensive posture against whatever seemed to be staring at the back of his head.
Lachen is quick to react, and enters the room, hammer in hands
Thraag, Lachen, and Grimes were suddenly surrounded by ghostly forms throughout the dining hall, long-dead travelers having conversations of the past: a wealthy night hag with elaborately coiffed hair made imperious demands to human servants; three surly, turbaned humanoids conferred over a detailed map of the moon; and a group of hooded ghouls examined a human head made of terra cotta. Their voices echoed in an overlapping, unintelligible cacophony.
All three heard whispers in their ears suggesting they were about to be betrayed. "Strike first," the whispers seemed to say. "He's about to kill you!"
Hannah saw this all from the doorway but the whispers didn't reach her ears.
Hannah frowned at the tableau, eyeing the hag in particular. Taking the opportunity, she remained at the entrance and raised the Gem of True Seeing to her eye and looked through it at each apparition.
While doing so, she intoned a prayer to Sarenrae to bolster her allies, and protect them from enemies.
Thraag moves to leave the room, remaining defensive as he goes.
Lachen eyes flare with murderous attempt, as if he was a man possessed.
Fortunatly for him, he IS a man possessed, and the voice in his soul don't take kindly on another intruder
Don't listen to the voice, Lachen. Listen to ME.This is not the time to strike, not yet. You have nothing to loose, nothing to anguish about killing a stranger. One of the girls would have been a better choice, because your heart has a soft spot for them, hasn't it? You will strike when I command.
So the fighter resist the urge, his hands white knuckled on his hammer handle, his body shaking with contradictory impulses
"Attack?" Grimes mumbles, odd look on his face. "No, no, out of the question. I need to analyze this further. Betrayed?" he now turns and eyes Thraag and Lachen very suspiciously. "Perhaps... But then again, maybe not. Who to trust? Who would gain from a betrayal, right now and here..?"
Pistol in Grimes' hand stays ready, put doesn't point at anyone directly. Which is a relief, since the gleam in his eyes in not exactly one of a sane person.
Reine had done her best not to crowd the doorway. If the boys wanted to rush into the room, she'd just watch the rear, for now.
Besides, if there was haunting happening, based on what had happened last time Reine had let her powers manifest, it might, she reasoned, be best if she kept herself in reserve.
Hannah looked through the gem and saw... exactly the same scene. The hag, the trio, the ghouls- they were all real, or at least not illusions. She was sure this was a haunted place and that these things were the spectral shadows of creatures who died here- or who murdered here.
Sunlight pierced the ceiling in spite of the lack of an opening, bathing the dining hall in Sarenrae's warm, healing light. The figures wavered for a moment before coming back as strong as before.
Thraag continues getting out of the strange haunting.
Get out! Quick!I'll cover ya, then I'll go too!
Lachen readies his hammer
Confused, and in almost drunken-like stupor, detective Grimes staggers out of the room. Something very bad is out there, and perhaps there is nothing he can do about it. At least until he can clear his head, and think of something.
"Oh!" Hannah said as her spell seemed to have an effect. She stepped to the side to let the boys out, then, without anything better to do, repeated the same thing.