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The female ghost is stunned by Mac's speech, as her anger dissipates at the weight of his words. She pauses as if replaying the relationship with Volluk in her mind. She murmurs "It's always Belcorra this and Belcorra that. She does always come first...." The ghost is lost in her internal reflection that she does not notice Hagrym move toward the skeleton and pry the object from its grasp. It is a framed portrait of a handsome drow. The name "Volluk Azrinae" appears on a tiny gold plaque at the portrait's base.
The ghost excuses herself, as she looks back at the party. "Keep working...I need to think." She phases through the wall to the east.
Hagrym holds up the portrait he had miraculously stealthily taken. ”It says Volluk Arzinae,” he whispers, nodding at his cousin’s power of clever deduction.
"Nice work, Grym," Jon says, setting down his quill. "You too, Mac. Back to the library?"
"Thanks, Jon. I am glad that it worked. I think we got what we came for and she was indeed the book lady. Though I am curious as to what is past the secret door, that would most likely involve fighting a ghost, which we should avoid. At least for now. Pen, I think she's in a vulnerable spot right now and anything might set her off. I agree with Jon. Back to the library and through the SW door. Hagrym, hold on to that portrait."
Havrym nods and carefully places the portrait into his satchel.
Long shelves with several chairs drawn up to them ring this room on all sides, save the north. Rancid stains of old blood and decay cake the shelves and floor.
Mac, Hagrym, and anyone else with +9 or higher in Perception find a secret door. You check for traps and locks and finding neither, you open it to reveal:
A small alcove, its floor decorated with a silvery circle of inlaid runes, sits in the eastern wall of this empty room. A door leads to the south.
You go through the southern door down some stairs into a natural cavern.
The dripping, sloshing sound of water fills this large cavern chamber. The air is cold and damp, and to the east sits a sizable pond. A lazy rivulet of overflow trickles to the north down a sloping tunnel, while a five-foot-diameter opening gapes in the ceiling above the center of the pool.
You are not surprised when an amorphous blob of yammering mouths and oozing, fleshy sludge crawls out of the water 20' away from the front line of Pen and Mac, hungry for flesh. Its mouths constantly jabber and babble in a stream of sound that threatens to disrupt your thoughts!
Will
Hagrym delays, wanting to see how the others dealt with the awful noise before deciding on an action.
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Round 1:
Jon draws his pistol and scorpion whip.
Jon's eyes go wide and he strides◇ towards the blob.
Jon fires◆ off one black powder round, reloading strike◆ to load in another black powder round, and finishes by firing◆ the black powder round he just loaded.