"Thanks," Ylrhea says, taking the lead again.
"Ok. Murderholes, this bastard knew that somebodey's be coming for him some day." Sādhanā growls.
She smirks a bit, "Well, lets not disappoint him then." She emphasizes her point by gripping her sword tighter and lifting it slightly in the air.
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Ylrhea comes to another set of double doors, these ones left ajar. The crying is louder, a mixture of wails and sobs. It sounds like more than one person beyond.
"Hold on and be ready to have to drop whatever's hurting them, " Sādhanā says, thrusting forth an open palm as both doors fly open.
Arista says nothing, but merely nods as she attempts to mentally prepare herself for whatever they might find beyond the doors.
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The Unseen Servant opens the door and reveals a small chamber. This dingy room has four small skeletons chained to a wall, a bowl of now-rotted food just beyond their reach. Four small creatures with animal skulls for heads stand in front of you, sobs emanating from them.
"Stay with us...we are so lonely..." one of the creatures says.
Initiative:
Round 1: Sienna, Cyna, Attic Whisperers, Sādhanā, Drago, Arista, Ylrhea Tarja
"Gods, they're creepy!" Sienna exclaims, unleashing a barrage of missiles against one of the closer ones.
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Cyna takes note of the size of the undead before them. "This is not a good sign." she says aloud before taking aim at the closest one.
Cyna and Sienna take down one of the little undead. Sādhanā recognizes them as Attic Whisperers, undead formed from children who died of neglect. They possess an aura which can affect a person's ability to attack, damage or resist their attacks. Attic Whisperers can steal people's voices and their breath, causing them to fall asleep.
The attic whisperers move up to attack the front line.
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Round 1: Sienna, Cyna, Attic Whisperers, Sādhanā, Drago, Arista, Ylrhea, Tarja
Arista avoids the effects of the attic whisperer's bite.
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Saddened by the knowledge of what it required to create the things in fron of her, Sādhanā goes through a familiar menatal excercise, forging her inner turmoil into an icy anger that guides her blade as she attacks the creature before her.
Drago steps to Sādhanā's side and swings at the damaged undead with his longsword.
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Round 1: Sienna, Cyna, Attic Whisperers, Sādhanā, Drago, Arista, Ylrhea, Tarja
Attempting to not let her emotions get the better of her, she swings her sword at one of the creatures. Right before she swings she calls upon the divine to imbue her sword with Holy power. "Sarenrae, Bless my weapon so that I might undo the evil that has been done here."
Even though she tries not to allow her emotions to sway her, the thought of what these children had to endure is almost too much for her and both of her swings miss as her eyes start to become moist.
Ylrhea attempts to squeeze past the line of attic whisperers with a somersault.
On the other side and flanking with Arista, she swings with her daggers.
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A3 hp: 14
A4 hp: 41
Tarja steps into the space vacated by Drago and stabs at the small undead.
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Round 2: Sienna, Cyna, Attic Whisperers, Sādhanā, Drago, Arista, Ylrhea, Tarja
Sienna lets off another volley of missiles on the weakest looking undead.
Cyna takes aim at the lost souls firing at the least damaged of the remaining Undead as she goes.
Cyna wipes out the rest of the attic whisperers in a flurry of arrows.
She nods, "Maybe we should just take a quick look around, and then head back to that other straight corridor where the moaning was coming from. I don't wanna stick around here for too long."
Ylrhea pokes about the room, looking for anything significant.
As Ylrhea searches, Sādhanā scans the room, her vision shifted into the magical spectrum.
A few trinkets of value are scattered in the remains of the attic whisperers.
Somberly gathering up the few remaining tokens of the poor children that perished there, Sādhanā stows them and readied herself. "Ok, let's see what the moaning is about, I really want to kill this guy."
All Arista can manage is a nod before she turns around and walks out of the dismal room.
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Cyna nods and follows the others. "I agree, let's not take our time here."
The hallway leading north comes to an abrupt end, rubble blocking the way forward. The moans seem to emanate from the walls.
"An illusion?" Cyna asks aloud.
"Whatever it is I don't like it." She says with a slight quiver to her voice.
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A transparent figure floats through the wall, its eyes settling upon you. You see that it is a man clad in heavy armor bearing a cracked holy symbol of Sarenrae. The spirit regards you with a nod, but nothing more.
"Okay....I think I've seen enough here and even if he did manage to close people up in walls, I'm not taking the time to try and dig them out. Lets go down the hallway on the right and see what we find down there."
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"It's a ghost, probably one who died trying to stop this bastard. It makes sense that the evil done here would leave spirits unable to let go or rest." the magus says, her voice tense.
"If it isn't attacking us though, maybe we should try talking to it," Sienna suggests.
"It's worth a try. Looks like he was a follower of the Dawnflower, you want to give it a shot Arista?"
Cocking an eyebrow she smiles slightly at them and shrugs a little. "Uhhh okay.....so what should I say?"
She thinks for a moment before calling out, "Umm hello there? Excuse me sir could we talk to you for a moment?"
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"I have time," the ghost replies.
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She blushes slightly, "Yes.....I guess you would. I was just wondering what you know of this place and how long have you been here?"
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"I have been here for ten years, my body trapped beneath that rubble. As for this place, it was once the hideout for a killer named Lucky One-Eye. Fortunately or unfortunately, he is gone now, something else is masquerading as him," the ghost divulges.
She glances at the others with a look of trepidation on her face before turning her attention back on the ghost, "Ahh I see, well I'm hoping whatever it is we can finally get rid of it. I....uh, well thanks. Would you happen to know if there are any little Orc boys around down here?"
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As Arista speaks with the spirit Sādhanā wracks her brain for what would tie together the undead, the ability to masquerade as another form and a propensity for hurting children.
"There was a boy who came through several months ago. Vencious brought him to whoever or whatever rules this place now," the ghost replies.
As far as Sādhanā knows, these things aren't related to each other. Perhaps some of this was Lucky One-Eye and the rest was whatever has taken up residence here.
She smirks slightly but there's a hardness to her eyes as well as an icy chill to her voice, "Well, he won't be ruling it for much longer whoever he is. We'll get this taken care of....and if we can we'll try to get to your remains so that they may be put to rest properly. Thank you for all of your help."
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