Victor pulls out his bow at the sound of the scream. "I must confess, that does not sound good."
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"Yes this place needs to be brought down. But let us make sure there is no one within. I know I heard something up here. Of course, the way this place continues to play its tricks upon our minds, odds are that is all that it was. But I could never live with myself if someone were in here if we burned it down. Never." Victor goes blank, lost in deep thought to a time he vaguely remembers, yet, gives him a feeling of great remorse.
As he continues to look around, "I could not agree more, Miss Eponine. Could not agree more."
"Whoa! You all need to come and see this room. It is truly one of the weirdest I believe I have ever seen." Victor steps in and looks around the room.
"There is not much in here except for more doors." He then turns and steps next to the double doors directly behind him, opening them as well.
Victor shrugs, having no idea as he moves forward and checks the double doors on his left.
Returning from his fine work, "Okay, Nuri, the scarf is gone. Burnt to a crisp. Now we..." he looks around at the others as if waiting for something, giving it a moment or two before, "Okay, well, if there is nothing else down here to try and kill us I will try my luck upstairs where the spooky noise came from. Nothing could possibly go wrong up there, I am sure," he says with obvious sarcasm in his tone.
"What the...?" Victor studies the object a moment before removing it from within the fireplace. "Okay, this is kind of sick, I must say." He takes the bookend - then throws the scarf in the fireplace - and goes to show the others what he's found. "Now, I have not yet burned the scarf but I found this. Looks like someone was killed with... this?" He looks at it, a bit confused. "I do not know, it does not make any sense how this thing could kill someone and why this would be in the fireplace." He shrugs. "I will leave this with you all while I go back and burn the scarf." He then moves to do just that.
Victor picks up the scarf and moves to the fireplace. "We are going to need some wood and obviously something to light it with." Looking around, "Let us just use a chair or desk. Anyone got a light?"
As Wren mentions Nuri still breathes, "Oh thank Desna," Victor mutters as he finally takes a moment to relax, sitting down right were he is. As he places a hand over his face and drags his fingers over his eyes coming to a stop at the bridge of his nose, "I am glad that is over." He watches as Eponine gives her another vial and she manages to come to. Victor attempts to calm her as she wakes slightly in a panic. "You are okay, Nuri, you are okay. It is over now. Whatever 'it' was decided to 'give up' I guess. I do not know what started it or why it ended but it is over." He looks over at the scarf, "At least for now. Who knows if it will start again." Victor rises from his seat and offers a hand to help her up. "Let us not give it that opportunity, hm?"
As Nuri falls to the ground presumably dead, Victor stands frozen in shock a moment as horrible images flash across his memory from a time he wishes to forget. No. This cannot be happening again. This cannot be... "NOOOOOOO! NOT AGAIN!" He frantically digs in his pack and removes both of his vials of healing - not even bothering to check for a pulse as he pours one after the other down her throat, hoping and praying history has not repeated itself.
Victor glances over at Wren a moment with a look of shock before returning his attention fully back upon the scarf. he yells as he again and again attempts to remove the indestructible clothing.
Shocked as Eponine's blade does nothing, Victor becomes furious. Victor makes another attempt to remove the scarf, knowing full well it is pointless and also knowing he has no other options.
Completely confused at what's happening, "How is a scarf so murderous by itself?! Miss Wren! What kind of demon magic is this?!?! I do not think we are going to be able to remove it from Nuri's neck, but, I will try anyway!" He then grabs for the scarf, wondering if he is right.
Victor's eyes go wide as the scarf attacks Nuri. "NO!" he yells as he moves to grab it and pull it free.
Wren will pick up the scarf. "This doesn't look like it belongs, is what I was getting at. It's not dusty and drab like everyhing else in this place, but yes, let's move on." Feeling a bit awkward, "Oh. Well, um, I knew that. I knew that is what you meant. And that is what I meant too. You see? We both meant the same thing! How funny is that? HaHaHaHaHa! Funny. You see? Me, you, talking about a laughing scarf. That is quite... quite funny, yes," he clears his throat, "Why are we still talking about a scarf?!" He quickly turns his attention to Eponine, "Miss Eponine, lead on!"
Victor walks in with the others, "A woman? In the window? That is odd." Looking to the scarf and then turning to Wren, "Pretty, Miss Wren? Okay, yes, it is pretty I guess. But more importantly... boring. We are not interested in some stupid scarf that was left in here forever ago, Miss Wren, we are looking for... we are looking for...," he face contorts into confusion, "What exactly are we looking for in here, Miss Eponine? Besides someone who may be trapped in the upper levels, of course."
Victor steps in the doorway, "What was that, Miss Eponine? Did you say something?"
"Living here I cannot imagine, that is true. But being kept prisoner here? now that I could believe. This place would be a perfect prison. A sad, abandon looking place that nobody would care to even bother with because it is so run down. But I cannot dismiss the idea of it possibly being false and leading me straight into a trap, Miss Wren, that is true. Okay then, one door at a time it is then. Let us go." He nods, his bow ready.
Victor stops a moment, turns to Eponine with a look of thought about him. "A trap? I guess you might have a point Miss Eponine. If the sobbing is false, then I could be walking into an ambush. But what if it is not false, then what? We cannot just stand idly by. What do you - or any of you for that matter - suggest we do?" he simply asks. He then scans the house again, "I must confess, this place is a bit spooky looking. All of those dead creatures and whatever that thing is in the middle. It is hard to imagine anyone ever living here."
Victor possesses another look of shock, "Someone is being burned! We..." he stops as shock is replaced by confusion. He looks to the others, "Did any of you smell that? That is odd. How does a smell like that instantly vanish? This is not a good place... not a good place at all. Watch your backs, people. I am thinking there are probably more of the creatures like Belril here. And I do not mean halflings." "And no, Miss Wren, we do not take the doors. Well, you can along with whoever else wants too if you wish, but I will being going upstairs. That is where I heard sobbing. I would guess whoever or whatever is in here, that is where they are, tormenting another. I must do what I can to..." Victor fades off a moment before eventually shaking his head from his reverie. "I must go." Victor heads toward the stairway, a look of determination about him - a look that is rarely seen upon the flamboyant warrior.
As Victor steps around Nuri, "You are in the way, he says to her as a matter of fact as he passes by. "That is true. It looks as if no one has ever lived here," he says as he takes in the scenery of the run down building.
His eyes going wide, "Shhhhh! Do any of you hear that?!" Victor goes silent as his eyes travel upwards. "There is someone here," he points upstairs, "and it sounds as if they are in trouble. Let us investigate." Victor pulls out his bow, keeping his eyes peeled and looks for a stairway to use.
As his thoughts return to the task at hand, Victor becomes quickly bored. "Okay, why do we not just walk in? This place is better suited to be the local dump. Nothing lives within this dump except creatures that like garbage. All this looking around everywhere but inside will do us no good is all I am saying."
Taking in the scene of the rundown building, "Well this is horrible. There is no way that fellow could have lived in this trash heap. Did he not look rich to you all? He look rich to me. Plus, he had that evil servant person working with him. I do not like that one," he repeats again, his eyes narrowed at the thought of the demonic servant. "What was his name again? Oh wait, I remember; Basil was his name. Yes that is it. Victor Montoya does not forget a name, Mister Basil, oh no he does not," he says out loud to himself as he loses himself in thoughts of revenge.
Victor nods in assent. "I am all for the daylight."
Looking to Nuri with raised eyebrows, "Oh. Well why did you not say so?" he asks rhetorically, shrugging.
"If the estate is abandoned, then it could be anyone squatting out there. Just because he owns it, doesn't mean he's behind this. We need proof! We should go out there, now. We can put an end to this for once and for all!" "Oh he is behind this alright! I do not doubt if for a single moment." His eyes narrow a moment before a curious look forms. "We are talking about the servant of his, correct? Does he even possess a name? If he were to introduce himself it would probably be something like: 'Hello. My name is the evil servant of Foxglove and I am rude to everyone because I am evil.' Yes. That is it. I am on to you evil servant of Foxglove!" His eyes narrow again. "I do not like that one."
"Who? Who is this Celdis?"
Victor looks at Nuri curiously. "Yes the very same. Why? Do you also have suspicions about his servant as well?" He asks through narrowed eyes. "I do not like that one."
Victor perks up at the mention of Aldern Foxglove. Eyes narrowing, "Was he the one who had that butler fellow working for him?"
"I think it is a far greater kindness; especially when one is so far gone as that one. His mind and body are no longer his own so I believe we would be doing him a favor...," he furrows his eyebrows, "as odd as that may sound." Victor lifts his mug to take a drink as his mind wanders to the sick man. "Sad. Truly."
Victor looks to Roakkad with a raised eyebrow. "Hunt? Oh no, I do not hunt. The only hunting I have ever done is for women," he says with a mischievous grin. "Anyway, you would not say that if you had witnessed my 'impressiveness' when I first came back to Sandpoint and trouble immediately arose. I had a terrible tendency to shoot my own party more than the bad guys. Just ask Ms. Wren. And I did not grow up learning to shoot the bow, I learned on the job when I worked in the city. I needed work, they were looking for those trained in range combat, I applied even though I was not trained and got the job. But they were not aware I was not trained." He winks. "That is pretty much it."
"Fine," Nuri says flatly. "When you're dead, we'll kick your corpse into a ravine and make no effort to inform anyone who might care about you what happened. If you want to go back out into the darkness looking for ghouls tonight, be my guest, but I want to get Kern's and Eponine's wounds checked by the priest and see if this medallion is cursed. If I can find out anything about your former companion's next of kin while I'm doing so, I'll seize the opportunity." Victor looks to Nuri with a raised eyebrow and a sly grin. "I see. So you would actually take the time to get rid of my corpse, hm?" He leans in close to her, "I did not realize you still cared, Nuri." He winks, waggling his eyebrows. Leaning back out, "I shall be at the Rusty Dragon. I am famished. Let us know what you all find out." Victor takes his leave heading for said destination.
Victor looks to them all with a raised eyebrow. "Are you all serious? Do you all really plan to go investigating who Belril may have been related to? Nothing personal against Belril, but, I believe we may have more pressing matters to attend to. Like - oh, I do not know - undead creatures roaming around town for one. Call me crazy," he says sarcastically.
Victor shrugs. "I can tell you I do not know. I barely knew him. Plus, he was not really much of a talker."
Victor grins a little awkwardly. "Of course that is what you meant. I knew that. You do not have to tell me this. Why are you telling me this? You do not have to tell me this. Because I, you see, I was only having a bit of fun at your expense, Miss Wren." He chuckles terribly. "And yes, it would take more than one of these undead things to turn Belril. You should look into that, Miss Wren, and let us know what you find out, hm? I'll be over here." He quickly moves away, seeming to be looking around for something.
"'What happened to Belril?' I will tell you what happened to Belril, Miss Wren, Belril got an arrow buried in his skull; that's what happened to Belril. And the arrow is the main clue as to why he is in the shape he is in now." Victor grins smugly, obviously proud of himself. "Anyway, I am more curious as to how he became undead," he states as a matter of fact.
Victor narrows his eyes at Nuri, grumbling, as he takes aim and fires again at the evil, dirty rotten Belril.
Victor pulls back another arrow, takes aim, and fires again at Belril; hoping to miss the non-moving Kern.
Victor moves over, takes aim, and fires again at the halfling.
Moving up near Eponine, "Time for you to burn, Belril. It is a far better fate than the one you are facing now," he mumbles to himself, staring at Belril with a serious determination as he fires off arrows sheathed in fire.
Seeing that he missed horribly, Victor continues to stare at the undead Belril through narrowed eyes, his serious demeanor unchanged. "Or... you could simply continue your current undeath way of life because to be honest, it fits you. Good luck, Belril. Until we meet again," he mumbles again under his breath. Victor stares for a moment longer before realizing that this is an actual battle and there is no time to be lost in some weird world of his. Immediately bringing himself back to reality, Cover your tracks! Cover your tracks! "Get him, people! Do not just stand there!" He quickly glances around at the others, thinking he's done a well enough job. That should throw them off. They will never suspect a thing. Whew! That was a close one.
Victor watches and listens to the back and forth between the group and Belril. As the hairs on the back of his neck simply refuse to lie down, "I would suggest you come on out, Belril," Victor says, his grip tightening upon his bow. "It is odd to be out here so late and all alone without your force. Especially...," his eyes narrow, "especially when you yourself possess no light. How are you able to see?" he asks suspiciously, his other hand just itching to draw an arrow.
"Hm. I am actually with Nuri on this one," he mutters to himself. Victor can only shake his head at the foolishness of the others but follows along, bow in hand. Victor looks to the halfling through narrowed eyes as something about the ranger strikes Victor as not quite right. "Hello, Belril. Are you out here alone? Where are your men?" Victor looks around, wondering if they might be near.
Victor follows along behind the others.
"Well well well, Nuri, this one seems to be addressed to you." Victor clears his throat, "'You, and you alone, have brought this fearful harvest. They are dead because of you, and more shall join them soon -- Your Lordship'. That is all it says. Ever the heartbreaker, hm, my dear?" Victor says with a raised eyebrow and a cocky grin.
Making his way outside, Victor looks to see what the commotion is all about. Taking in the grisly scene, "No. It was not," he responds, stowing his bow. Victor then proceeds to remove the note before reading it.
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