I thought hiding an invisible box under a bed with a number of dead hands on sticks would be great place, but at the time I placed it, I forgot that a potential detect magic would reveal it. Good for the group! Box has some stuff they will need in the final fight.
Follows:
THREE HUNDRED FORTY TWO
(I/C)
Backing up and turning to face the northern archway, Morrigaan Scythe at the ready, Abraxas motioned the rest of the group to head to the south door, whispering harshly, "Hacemos haste, amigos. Rapido, rapido. Vamonos. Let's get going, eh?!”
Brendon skipped to the door, already running his fingers across the frame and lintel, looking for wires or the like. He glanced back at the canopy bed with the glow coming from underneath and asked, “Are ya grabbing the glowy thing unda the bed?” His actions were quick as the sounds of the angry hobgoblins and the like to the north of us was getting louder as they sought out the party (<Find, -5% hasty, Red 08) but was confident there were no traps. He motioned for Kovid to step up, admonishing the dwarf to walk around the staid puddles of congealed blood, “Make sure you’re not leaving any tracks.”
The ghoul was frantic now, straining to reach the group, hands wrapped around the neck bolt as it snapped its teeth and shoved and twisted – but it was not budging the restraint under its chin. Glancing back, Wyn shook his head and made his way to the door along with the rest of the party, “Based on what you told us bout de chest traps, Wyn ain’t grabbing nothin in dis room without proper trap checkin... glowy or otherwise.”
“Good call,” the Scout said.
“I wish tenemos tiempo por los items de majik,” Abraxas muttered, “Maybe mañana. Es solo un día mas." There was the sound of another door opening far to the north and excited hobgoblin voices. We could make oust something about red prints and asking Grimtooth what he thought. Time was about up for us.
Shaking his head, Lannis removed his hat, dropped to his knees and lifted the bottom of the red canopy, hands questing under the bed, followed by his head and neck. “Fine, I'll grab it, can we leave now? If this turns out to be her marital aid I'm going to be very upset."
Hammer up and door opened, Kovid scowled, grumbling loudly, "We don't have time for spelunking under beds, Big Brain! We got the whole castle up our butts. Let's move!”
“Ugh! Ugh!” the Magic User cried out, “There are HANDS under here. So many hands! Mounted on sticks. And they’re…they’re…they’re in different positions! Oh my god! Oh my god! Ewww! Ugh!!
“Just get the damned glowing item and lets go,” Lyra bitched, “You better hope she washed them then, Lannis. Don’t want your grubby soon to be yeast hands anywhere near the rest of the party.”
“I don’t…” he couldn’t SEE anything but the glow was coming from wedged up under the bed frame. (<Dex check, -4 penalty don’t want to touch the masturbation necro hands on sticks, Pink 7) “Wait! I feel it!”
“Ewww!” the entire party replied. Abraxas stormed over to the Magic User and was reaching down to help pull the wizard out from under the bed. “Vamanos, Senor Pervert!”
“I got it!” he was dragged out, clutching a glowing…nothing. It seemed to be box shaped, maybe a foot and a half by a foot by 9 inches. But it was invisible. He was also holding what seemed to be a 2’ metal rod with a preserved severed human hand with 3 of the middle fingers curled up, and the thumb and pinky at full extension.
“You are a piece of work,” Lyra spat as the Fighter shoved the magic user through the door and joined the rest of the party in the space beyond.
Which was a hallway.
“Thor’s Nuts! Elves have NO idea how to use space! What the hell is this hall for?!” Kovid looked at his map, Arik’s map, and lifted his lantern higher to better show the area they were in, while Abraxas shut the door to Mirabellis’ room behind, the ghoul spasming wildly in its efforts to free itself before the door closed at last.
The hall was long, and there was a door at the far end, closed. South of where they were standing was another door, also closed. Moon symbols of Theystra were carved into the frame and surface of the door. In the alcove space at the end were two soft chairs and a heavy candle sconce, currently empty of candles. The chairs were undamaged and relatively clean if not a bit dusty. There was a prayer book on the seat cushion of the rightmost chair, the cover showed some wear and damage but some effort had been made to repair it in the past. The spine and cover showed the book to be titled, “Prayers from the Brilliance of the Moon Goddess, a Hymnal to Theystra.”
Brendon had been checking out the south door, listening (=Hear Noise, Red 35). “I don’t hear anything. Door’s not locked, opens away from us. Think this is the Chapel?”
Wyn looked back, “I was gonna lock dis door,” he pointed to the door to Mirabellis’ room, “Cause I tought dis would be de Chapel and not a hallway. Mebbe I wait to lock dis door,” he pointed to the south one, “instead after we get in?”
“The bad hombres are not too far behind,” Abraxas said, still listening behind us, “We need to go and make a decision soon.”
Time now is Day 8, 12:07 PM
(OOC)
Each room you get ahead of them, means another chance for them to make a wrong decision on which way to go. Chapel? Chairs and book? Other door at end of hall?
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