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Gabra's nose wrinkles in disgust. "I am not a tidy person, but this is horrible."

Gabra waits, sling ready ...

Happy Christmas :)

"Open it. Carefully."

Gabra watches the floor in case it collapses under her feet.

"Careful."

1d20 ⇒ 20

Erk...

Gabra looks cautiously over the balcony, wondering if anyone downstairs is monitoring the groups progress.

And does this gallery contain any pictures of former inhabitants - or are we just talking a fancy passage here?

Welcome back Cunorix :)

Upstairs sounds fine.

"I believe so too. More than smugglers are amiss here."

"You are right. The time to ask for guidance is not yet."

Gripping her mace, Gabra moves onwards.

Straight ahead to the larger hallway.

"Our path leads forward I think."

"The runes will offer only guidance, but we can ask."

Pausing for a moment, Gabra offers the bag to Byggvir.

"This is your question, so you must choose. Keep your question in mind and take the three runes which call to you. Remember, the answers will be shadowed. It is not the way of the runes to speak clear. It is for us to understand and we are fallible."

"This one. We go ahead."

Towards the larger hallway.

"Shall we let the runes decide again?"

Gabra opens the door.

"The runes are always right. Now we know there is nothing behind us to fear."

Gabra moves cautiously to the east door.

"The runes will guide us."

Pulling a stone from her belt pouch, Gabra says with certainty. "North"

Gabra joins Byggvir in the room and looks cautiously around.

"Byggvir, be careful. That does not sound like a friend."

OK. Whichever set of stairs we haven't explored then :D There seemed to be two on the map, but you know I'm notoriously rubbish at those.

I've lost track a little of which other doors there are. Hunting for the map again.

Found it. It looks as though we've been through all the available doors here. Down the stairs then?

"That may be," replies Gabra calmly. Gavyn's comment is common enough to her ears.

"All the same, a wrong has been done here. The dead should not walk, and they do. Hel's kingdom is abused and it my business to care for such things."

"No, Gavyn. They are here for a purpose."

Gabra looks around the room, to see if there is another way out - or if the small chamber contains anything other than the living dead.

1d6 ⇒ 6

Eyes wide with horror, Gabra nods and takes Ghindor's advice. She steps aside, calling desperately on Hel once again. This time she is sure her prayers will have more effect.

1d20 ⇒ 13

Thanks. I knew the mechanic, but wasn't sure what I was trying to hit as a number.

1d20 ⇒ 1

Gabra stretches out a hand and invokes Hel. "Take them back to their long home, great goddess," she gasps, realising as she speaks that her fear is too great to be of any use.

Ouch. Please let me not be looking pc death in the eye twice in two days. Can she try and turn them? If so, how?

1d6 ⇒ 2

That can't be good.

"We will cook no parsnips standing here. I say we take the books and follow Byggvir's advice."

She moves to the door and opens it.

"We will cook no parsnips standing here. I say we take the books and follow Byggvir's advice."

Gabra observes Gavyn's nauseous expression with some concern.

"Ghindor, I have herbs that will quell stomach sickness, would they help?" she whispers.

"A code?"

Gabra hands over the parchment and examines the book on mesmerism. It seems as though this is either a significant or useful find. Possibly both.

Puzzled, Gabra shows the others the parchment sheet. "What is the other language?"

Ignoring the erotic poetry which contains a lot of words she doesn't understand, she concentrates her attention on the parchment sheet and the naval almanac.

Cautiously she sounds the words in her head, trying to understand their purpose. (The parchment. She's not reciting the tide times to herself at this point).

Gabra looks hungrily at the books. She taught herself to read over a long winter and knows she often gets things wrong, but books are books. Rare and precious.

Gabra touches Byggvyr's head and shakes her own sadly.

"Your burdens are not easily borne, Byggvyr of the Alfar. I do not have the skill to help you. Take care. Your power consumes you. I feel it."

"Is anyone badly hurt? I have salves that will help speed healing."

"Where now?" wonders Gabra

"If smugglers fear it, we should also be cautious," points out Gabra unnecessarily.

While Ghindor hunts around the room, she listens hard, aware that the men they've just met may well have friends.

Just out of curiosity, did the voice we heard in the kitchen bellowing "Go away" sound like either of the men we just killed?

"These men are smugglers I think. Perhaps they are pretending the house is haunted to keep people away."

Gabra looks at the beds. "There will be more of them. We should be careful."

Through that door then.

Yes please. It makes sense to go through the door that our sword-wielding chum emerged from. Gabra might not see that though.

"Do not throw up here."

Gabra kneels beside the bodies and lays them out in the proper manner.

"Cunorix, will you help me?"

As Byggvir finishes speaking, Gabra extends her hands to him.

"You are not of this Middle World and yet you speak our sorrows as mortals. Truly the strands of fate have pulled us together."

"Hel has called many to her realm this day."

Sling shot (1d20=2, 1d4=4)

Re-rolled. Predicted correctly.

Gabra's stone skitters pathetically across the floor.

I assume, Gabra, that you meant to post an attack roll!

Errm. Yes, I did and IC is now down and I can't remember what it was. Want to wait for it to resurface so I can drag it out of the bowels or are you happy if I re-roll at home? Either way is equally likely to be rubbish.

"You are a killer and this is not a field of war."

Gabra tries to hurl a stone at the sword wielder, hoping to knock him unconscious rather than follow his own example.

Save v becoming fish food (1d20=20)

Gabra's eyes widen in shock as she realises that Byggvir's spell has caused this needless death.

"Please listen to him, you know this man. Surely he wouldn't lie to you?"