Aerys nods at Ricven's suggestion. "Perhaps we'll find something even more interesting to share at the town meeting..."
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Brushing the dust from his hands, Aerys nods towards the doors to the west. "Perhaps the one on the left?"
Aerys likewise scans through the documents.
"As long as we're back in time for the meeting, I suppose there's no harm in going back to Harrowstone." Aerys considers this for a moment, then lets out a nervous chuckle. "In retrospect, I suppose a ruined prison haunted by murderous inmates is actually full of harm..."
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"Professor Lorrimar's library covered some rather esoteric topics. Perhaps we could find some specific advice on dealing with these spirits?"
Aerys leans towards Venedictos and whispers, "I'm guessing no lunch..." Turning to the sheriff, he asks,"Would you happen to have any recollection of an influx of strangers in your village, perhaps some time before the Professor's death? In particular, a thin, grayish-looking man?"
Aerys nods in response to Nyx's soft chittering. "Yes. It would be nice if the sheriff merely wanted to provide us with a nice lunch. I fear that will probably not be the case, however..." he whispers to his familiar.
Aerys bows his head. "My regrets, Lady Vesorianna. Who is this man? How might we stop him?"
Aerys touches the mark on his face. "Well, this will be hard to explain..."
Aerys sniffs the air, his eyes suddenly widening. He shouts to his companions, "There is a presence in this room!"
"Implements of torture... and a desk. Perhaps for someone to sit and jot down rather coerced confessions?"
Aerys nods at Ricven's suggestion. "Perhaps the door that leads to the west from the corridor?"
Aerys nudges one of the spiders' dead forms with his spear. "They probably used to leave food lying out. That's how you get bugs like this..." He casts a curious look at Corey. "Are you well, friend? You seem distracted..."
Aerys casts detect magic, looking to see if anything shows through all the cobwebs
"Perhaps this is not even a haunt. Venedictos recognized these as constructs - perhaps they were created by this Whispering Way to stop any who might interfere?"
Seeing Venedictos' plight, Aerys sends a dart of energy arcing towards the manacles that are constricting about his wrists.
Aerys nods at Vededictos' revelation. "That explains my failure to damage them. That, and my horrendous aim..." He then conjures a small sphere of greenish acid, which he hurls at the nearest chain.
As the clattering of chains echoes through the chamber, Aerys attempts to hurl a blast of energy towards a dancing set of manacles.
Aerys shudders as he carefully scans the room. "I feel nothing worse than my normal pessimism, but I don't doubt your feelings. Perhaps this was some sort of holding area for prisoners, but what were they awaiting?"
Aerys gestures to the three smaller doors "Shall we continue around the building's perimeter?" He tilts his head to the South wall and the double doors. "Or should we head more towards the center?"
Aerys nods. "Given the nature of this room, I would imagine its resident hardly died peacefully in one of these beds..."
A harsh purplish-white light briefly fills the infirmary as Aerys sends a bolt of pure force arcing and spiraling unerringly towards floating apparation.
Aerys does a series of rapid double-takes between the forming apparation and the doorway through which Ricven and Aeleanor have fled. Steeling himself, he throws a burst of white light towards the specter.
Aerys nods grimly. "Should we continue through the small door leading south?
Aerys approaches the furnace with caution. Using the haft of his spear, he attempts to push the door wide open to peer inside. "I can only imagine what might have happened in here to leave such a manifestation..."
"What the..."
Aerys shifts his grip on his spear. "Perhaps the small door up there?" he asks, gesturing to the north.
Aerys mutters as he whispers another spell "We find a handaxe enchanted against headless undead, only to then be attacked by bodiless foes. At least this place maintains a sense of irony..." Shadows in the dim chamber dance and jerk as another bolt of white light shoots towards one of the skulls snapping at Abernathus.
Aerys freezes momentarily as the spectres burst into the chamber. Recovering, he sends a burst of pure white light towards the nearest skull.
Aerys likewise examines the scorch marks. "Or perhaps something below was attempting to work its way up..."
Aerys whispers an enchantment, touching his eyelids briefly with index and little fingers. "Would there be some way to use these to lure the original owners, should they wish to reclaim them?"
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