"Maybe it's time to look upstairs?" Lysander suggests upon seeing nothing of particular interest in the drawing room.
"I can agree with that. I would prefer to spend as little time as possible in this dismal abode. Eddy! Lead the way."
Visharu points towards the North, telling Eddy to go back into the foyer so that the group can proceed upstairs.
As the group ascends the stairs footsteps echo back at them, as though an invisible person were following them.
Lysander turns, removes the marbles from his pocketed hat, and drops them down the stairwell.
The marbles scatter harmlessly down the steps. Roll roll bump bump.
Amaltheia casts Detect Magic at the top of the stairs.
No magic detected.
"Hmmm... I have an odd feeling about this house..."
"Eddy, why don't you lead us left, and let's go into this room."
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This bedroom features a child-sized bed, a chair next to a toy box, and a looming stone fireplace big enough for a child to get lost in. As Amaltheia steps into the room, she is suddenly hit by a vision that becomes convinced that his parents are trying to kill each other, and that whichever of them survives will be coming to kill him next; he has a vision of his mother, wielding a torch, and his father, festering with tumors and wielding a long knife, both struggling to kill each other. The vision passes as fast as it occurs leaving the witch on her knees shaking violently. Lysander, Visharu, and Eddy saw nothing.
Amaltheia comes to her senses and recovers quickly enough.
"Did you guys see that?!"
Nothing aside from the above was observed.
"No, Amaltheia, what did you see?"
"A boy... A scared little boy. He was here. His parents..." She looks behind her out of the door. "Were trying to kill each other. The man was covered in tumors and was using a long knife. The woman had a torch...." She looks back to the toy box. "I don't know what they were fighting about, but I Know that the boy was next..." A look of concern lingers on her face as she says this last sentence.
"Is there any magic here?" Lysander says, instinctively reaching for his neck.
"I tried to detect magic, and I found none..."
"Better have Eddy check the room out then."
Eddy walks into the room, and performs a perception check:
Eddy does not notice anything new.
"Eddy, continue on into the room."
Eddy obeys obediently.
He finds nothing new and nothing strange occurs
Amaltheia, feeling a little relief that nothing has happened to Eddy, follows him into the room. She raises her crossbow while crossing the threshold.
This large room features two padded chairs and a long couch facing a wide alcove lined with stained-glass windows. These windows depict a diverse array of animals and plants—from north to south are a large pale and ghostly scorpion, a gaunt man holding out his arms as a dozen bats hang from him, a moth with a strange skull-like pattern on its wings, a tangle of dull green plants with bell-shaped flowers, and a young maiden sitting astride a well in a forest while a spindly spider the size of a dog descends along a string of webbing above her.
Lysander notices identifies all five of the subjects in the windows as classic spell components for necromancy magic (scorpion venom, vampire’s breath, the tongues of deathwing moths, belladonna, and the heart of a maiden slain by poison).
"Guys, don't be surprised if we're attacked by the undead at some point in the near future." Lysander comments.
"Good. Eddy prefers the taste of flesh after it's had time to...age."
Amaltheia side-ways glances at Eddy.
"That's kind of gross Eddy..."