0:Detect Magic, Guidance, Light; 1:Longstrider, Entropic Shield, Divine Favor, Obscuring Mist; Domain:Longstrider or Remove Fear
"Thank you, I am feeling a bit better now as well."
After Randtam is done studying the pokers, head to the next door and open it up for a look after listening.
"This chamber is in a shambles—old wooden benches lie in
ruins along the walls, while rusty chains and bits of rotten rope
lie scattered on the floor."
You hear a faint sobbing noise and the clanking rattle of chains. You are filled with a sensation of hopelessness and the strange feeling of heavy manacles clamping over your wrists. Your breath is coming in short, heavy gasps.
The party notices that beads of sweat have broken out on Vraxel's face and that his breath is coming in short, heavy gasps. He has a far away look about him, as if his mind is somewhere else.
I take a closer looks at those pokers....seemed very powerful not including fire damage.
GM. Any info gleaned from inspection of pokers?
Randtam:
They seem to be ordinary branding irons, although now covered with some blood and several of them shattered and fragmented. Most seem to be at least a little rusty and are what you would expect to see after 70+ years of neglect and being left out unattended. You don't feel any residual heat on them, which is disconcerting as they were continuing to heat up despite your several drenchings. Truly there must be some evil and powerful spirits in this place. You shudder when you think of what evils their unrestrained malice would wreak on the townsfolk of Harrowstone.
0:Detect Magic, Guidance, Light; 1:Longstrider, Entropic Shield, Divine Favor, Obscuring Mist; Domain:Longstrider or Remove Fear
Carrion Crown CAW wrote:
** spoiler omitted **
The party notices that beads of sweat have broken out on Vraxel's face and that his breath is coming in short, heavy gasps. He has a far away look about him, as if his mind is somewhere else.
DM: Gonna assume that I can't really do anything unless you tell me otherwise.
The party notices that beads of sweat have broken out on Vraxel's face and that his breath is coming in short, heavy gasps. He has a far away look about him, as if his mind is somewhere else.
DM: Gonna assume that I can't really do anything unless you tell me otherwise.
Yeppers.
You can do some good role playing though! GASP! GASP!
Thinking to myself....Father Charlatan in the house. Was he not held down with manacles? No action taken only using my astute logical brilliant mind...
Thinking to myself....Father Charlatan in the house. Was he not held down with manacles? No action taken only using my astute logical brilliant mind...
Randtam:
Looking at the set-up of this room and the other rooms in the area you reason that this was where they processed incoming prisoners before sending them to their cells. That being the case, these angry manacles would have at one point or the other been attached to every prisoner in the facility.
Hearing less than nothing, you open the door revealing:
"The door to this room has fallen from its hinges. The rectangular
chamber beyond seems to have once been a chapel, but now
thick sheets of what appear to be cobwebs drape everything
within in gossamer threads."