(I/C)
The group split up the oil and candles, Brendon stuffing his already bulging sack with the broken ink vials, cup, and loose paper as well. And then at the end he also snagged the 3 dried wax candles in the candelabras. “Um,” Lannis asked, “What the hell are you doing?”
“It’s alright,” the scout replied, also taking a flask of oil and a few more normal candles. “I have a plan.”
“Sure you do.”
Wyn cleared his throat. “Ah sug’est we goes an’ follow the plan Monsieur Dwarfriend laid out and epy on zee next door.”
The group drew up, slings, swords, and hammer at the ready. Lannis gave the Scriptorium a final forlorn look as the door was closed and we then continued to the end of the north hall and made our way west. The passage here was fairly ordinary, nothing jumped out at us. About half way down was a door on the north way, and at least another 20, 25 paces the passage turned to the south. At the door Wyn and Brendon looked over the doorway (>Hear Noise +10 help, Red 68..>Find Traps +10 help, Red 53) before stepping back with thumps up.
Abraxas swapped his sword to his sheath and shield at the ready, grabbed the handle and turned it. “Uno..Dos..Tres.”
The door opened and a there was a puff of air as the portal swung open. The room was some 30 x 20, and there was a panel divider in the middle of the room. Each panel was 5’ tall and 6’ wide, and they were lightly opaque, changing screens.
Behind the screens could be seen 2 shadowy figures, arms moving lightly and no legs as they floated there, the room had a chill to it a cold that the group could feel on the air currents. (>Surprised 2/6: Pink/White 3)
“What the?” Abraxas stepped back, seeing the figures behind the screens also had no heads. “Aiee!” he hissed.
(Half Wisdom Check: Lannis: >Pink 20 [failed], Abraxas: >Blue 12 [failed], Kovid: >Yellow 10 [failed], Wyn: >Orange 14 [failed].
Brendon: <Red 2 [success], Lyra: <White 7 [success])
“Ghost?” “Ghost!” “Fucking spirit!” “Magic weapon?” “Silver weapon!” “We should leave, now!”
Only the Cleric and the Scout seemed to be unfazed by the apparitions behind the panels and had cooler heads.
Time now is 1:55
(OOC)
Panel Room. 2 ghostly figures behind the panels, arms waving, no heads! 4 of you are a bit freaked out, Brendon and Lyra, you are not. What’s the plan?
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