"As far as the drawing goes, it says the subject of the artwork is at the northwestern corner of the asylum grounds. Might be worth investigating," Domeric suggested.
Shall we try to head out there?
”Remember all that nasty yellow fog? How are we going to get by that stuff?”
Um...make chirping noises like bats?
"Do what now?" Domeric asked, shaking his head, "In any case, it can be something to look into when we have a way to deal with the fog. I doubt there's anything further to be found here, where to next?"
The door to the east
From behind the group a vultures cry gives way to and eagles screech as a red haired woman with wide dazed eyes turns the corner.
"I have been following you" she says affectlessly.
She is has tattoo down both arms. On the back of the left hand is a hynea jaw eating bones. On her right is stag with jeweled antlers.
She claws at the tattoo on her left hand and the blood drips onto the flood. As she does this the vulture on he shoulder transforms into a black eagle. Her right hand flashes with bright white light.
She remove the animal jaw bone that sits atop her own jaw and allows it to clatter to the ground.
"Where are we? I think I want to leave."
Domeric looks a little startled at the sudden arrival, and seems slightly more alarmed as she starts clawing at herself, but quickly gathers himself. Her fashion sense seemed a bit odd, but then again, for all he knew, this was the norm around here.
"Well, if you want out, you're in good company," he said pleasantly, "We're in Briarstone Asylum, or so I am told, and it seems that it is well past time that we all checked out. Who might you be? There's been quite a few doppelgangers and other unsavory sorts running about of late..."
"My name is Senn. I don't think I'm a doppelganger, but I don't know for sure."
You can clearly see her blood is red.
"I will see what I can do to help us get out of here."
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Senn, friendly faces have been few and far between here. Name's Domeric," Domeric said.
"I don't suppose you remember anything of how you came to be in this unfortunate place?" he asked, before seeing the woman in the chair, "Well, that can't be good," he muttered, not entering the room but instead scanning the area from the doorway with Detect Magic.
Perception:
Will:
Senn's eyes glaze past the blood as she scans the room
Her bird does the same.
Will +1 vs charms and compulsions.
Atajay nods to th newcomer, admiring the tattoos, relieved to see the red blood. ”We’ve already found all kind of nightmares here. Getting out of here would be great!”
A plain face with tuffs of dull brown hair framing it peaks from around the corner.
Followed by a gulp at the sight of blood, a quick hand over the mouth, retreating from view, and after many retches later, she appears back again. Her eyes darting to each of the others with more than a little fear in them, "I... I'm Penith, and I've been following her." she pointes a finger at Senn "She's a person, I'm pretty sure. Me too. Please don't kill us."
"S##%. I have to get my head on straight. How did I not hear you? Focus. Focus."
"I... I think you were focused on trying to not step on those... bodies we passed earlier." her eyes dart worriedly to the others and the various blood / gore general combat flings on a person. "The Not People bodies, which we are not part of."
Penith doesn't mention she is generally quiet and goes unnoticed by most people.
"Hrm...bodies."
"Oh, well... Welcome to the party, Penith," Domeric said, "Is, uh... is that everyone who was stalking us?" he asked.
"Everyone friendly stalking you yes. I'm going to just assume we a being stalked by something else."
"Well... that's a pleasant thought," Domeric said with a grimace.
"Have you had a lot of those recently?"
Attempting humour.
"Well, there were a couple moments where I almost convinced myself that we weren't all going to be eaten by some tentacled monstrosity with too many teeth. Quite silly of me, really," Domeric said with a wan smile, as the exhaustion from all the recent activity and stress started to set in, coupled with the daunting tasks that likely still lay ahead.
I thought I was a prince in exile for a few moments and then realized I wasn't
Trevor tucks his hand into his shirt.
I am a general.
"Any specific general?" Domeric asked wryly.
Something about some sweet pudding or something
"The general of sweet pudding?" Penith asks before thinking maybe it would be best to simply stay quiet and smile awkwardly now and again.
"Pudding... bloody hells, I'd kill for some real food right now," Domeric said, "Though, this place has a way of killing one's appetite."
No doubt pudding is what is served here a lot. Shall we try the north door?
I'M GOING TO FEED YOUR FACE TO MY PARAKEET!
"Well this day getting better and better."
Atajay delays, certainly not trying to get touched by any of that nasty rising blood.
Akukho, likewise, delays - uncertain of exactly what he should do at this point.
Domeric delays.
A meat cycle made for two! Let us get away from the blood!
"I'm a little foggy on exorcisism stuff. But when a person dies traumaticly thier spirit binds itself to a location. Healing energies can purge the place or you can help settle the soul. It seems she died waiting for medicine."
Penith stumbles back as the blood moves on its own and charges the people she just met. Senn's words make sense... "Healing energies?" she mumbles looking down at her hands, "I... might." vague memories of touching hurt pets and kniting them back together spike momentarily.
The thought of touching the charging blood thing though makes her cringe so instead she darts over to the wheelchair to see if she can determine anything else that can be done.
Senn channel energy. And attempt to provide the healing that was denied to this woman in life.
"May you soul be at rest."
The whole group gets that healing. If it does not work I suggest we track down medicine.
I feel much better!
Atajay also has the ability to use healing magic. If he notices it works and the haunt is still present, he uses a cure light wounds spell.
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