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#3637, "Ardenwood Final Event Log"
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** Not a perfect log by any means. There are leading spaces and other issues.**
You say 'Welcome home.'
You curl your face into a sneer.
The Foyer of Ardenwood Manor
Imported walnut panels line the walls and every sound echoes off of the bare,
forest-green marble floor. At the center of this small room, a glass vase
filled with a willowy bundle of dead and dried flowers sits is displayed upon
a small table. The air smells of wood and leather, but also faintly of both
life and decay. Oil lamps affixed to the walls cast a soft glow over this
entranceway, offering a sense of coziness to contrast with the grand
staircase and golden chandelier visible to the south. A portrait hangs on the
eastern wall, and an empty coat rack sits to the west of the entranceway.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
Vizgrathol suddenly takes form from motes of gathering light.
look all
You look north: Stained-glass windows showing ivy leaves surrounding a red-and-orange 'A'
are set into doors of ornate wood and metal banding.
You look south: A grand staircase and a golden chandelier grace a larger but dimmer room.
You look east: Rich, walnut-wood panels cover the wall. A couple of oil lamps are lit beside
a small portrait.
You look west: Rich, walnut-wood panels cover the wall. A couple of oil lamps are lit beside
a coat rack.
You look up: The plaster ceiling is painted with vines and flowers.
You look down: The floor is made of rich, forest-green marble. A thin layer of dust gathers
in the corners.
Vizgrathol peers around himself intently.
Veldren suddenly takes form from motes of gathering light.
Tristhana moves to step closer to Vizgrathol.
Ansellus suddenly takes form from motes of gathering light.
The Foyer of Ardenwood Manor
Imported walnut panels line the walls and every sound echoes off of the bare,
forest-green marble floor. At the center of this small room, a glass vase
filled with a willowy bundle of dead and dried flowers sits is displayed upon
a small table. The air smells of wood and leather, but also faintly of both
life and decay. Oil lamps affixed to the walls cast a soft glow over this
entranceway, offering a sense of coziness to contrast with the grand
staircase and golden chandelier visible to the south. A portrait hangs on the
eastern wall, and an empty coat rack sits to the west of the entranceway.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
Umbrand says 'Hm.. this place.'
Scyreth suddenly takes form from motes of gathering light.
Veldren curses loudly.
Ansellus shudders at the thought.
You feel your grip return to normal.
Veldren says to Vizgrathol 'Thoouught foor aa daamneed sseecoond 'eem taakeen yeer aarssee'
Ansellus says 'Oh hells.'
Scyreth snorts.
Vizgrathol rubs a finger across the wall, frowning at the dust sticking to his finger.
You say 'South is back to the street. I'd not advise it.'
The Foyer of Ardenwood Manor
Imported walnut panels line the walls and every sound echoes off of the bare,
forest-green marble floor. At the center of this small room, a glass vase
filled with a willowy bundle of dead and dried flowers sits is displayed upon
a small table. The air smells of wood and leather, but also faintly of both
life and decay. Oil lamps affixed to the walls cast a soft glow over this
entranceway, offering a sense of coziness to contrast with the grand
staircase and golden chandelier visible to the south. A portrait hangs on the
eastern wall, and an empty coat rack sits to the west of the entranceway.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
In this oil painting, a man with curly, white hair and a sharp and bitter face
glares off to one side. The style of his garb seems quite old.
A plaque beneath the painting reads:
Dolphenburt Ardenwood V
Who blessed us with many children
And blessed them with greater wealth
Left us on the 27th of the Month of the Grand Struggle,
in the year 946 (3rd Age)
Umbrand says 'Let's all keep our heads together, won't we?'
Veldren scans south.
Veldren says to Vizgrathol 'Yeer knoow whaat sshiitee oouur paareentss diid?'
Vizgrathol pauses, a thoughtful look on his face.
Scyreth scans south.
Veldren says to Vizgrathol 'Yeer reeckoon yeer coouuld doo iit toooo?'
Umbrand says 'I don't know what's coming.. but I know each one of you still gets to make your own choices today, like any other. Don't forget that.'
Vizgrathol says 'Burn the entire building down?'
Scyreth says 'Burn building.'
Veldren says 'OOr bloow thee baasstaard uup'
Some unleavened bread appears before Umbrand.
Umbrand gets some unleavened bread.
Umbrand finishes eating some unleavened bread.
Vizgrathol says 'Perhaps.'
Scyreth says 'Eat all it.'
Ansellus says to Umbrand 'Do you remember this Dolphenburt?'
Vizgrathol scans north.
Ansellus gestures to the painting half-heartedly.
Vizgrathol scans south.
Umbrand says 'Dolphen..what?'
Veldren says to you 'OOii, Triisst, wheen 'eem coomee foor yeer, II geet yeer sstaaff, yeeh?'
Vizgrathol says to Umbrand 'A descendent of yours.'
You glare icily at him.
Vizgrathol says 'Ancestor rather.'
Veldren says to you 'Yeer aaiin't sstroong eenoouugh too wiieeld iit proopeer aanywaay'
You snap your fingers.
Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.
Zorellaia suddenly takes form from motes of gathering light.
Vizgrathol says 'Third age.'
Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.
Scyreth glances at the portrait.
Andreste suddenly takes form from motes of gathering light.
Umbrand says 'Far before my time..'
Veldren looks at Andreste.
The slimy sheen slips away from Vizgrathol's flesh and armor.
Veldren says to Andreste 'The hells yer been hidin' all these years'
The Foyer of Ardenwood Manor
Imported walnut panels line the walls and every sound echoes off of the bare,
forest-green marble floor. At the center of this small room, a glass vase
filled with a willowy bundle of dead and dried flowers sits is displayed upon
a small table. The air smells of wood and leather, but also faintly of both
life and decay. Oil lamps affixed to the walls cast a soft glow over this
entranceway, offering a sense of coziness to contrast with the grand
staircase and golden chandelier visible to the south. A portrait hangs on the
eastern wall, and an empty coat rack sits to the west of the entranceway.
Andreste the human is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
Vizgrathol raises an eyebrow at Andreste's weird actions.
Stained-glass windows showing ivy leaves surrounding a red-and-orange 'A'
are set into doors of ornate wood and metal banding.
Andreste says 'that shadow... right there.'
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Vizgrathol whispers to you 'Hmm...'
Vizgrathol whispers to you 'You said south is out?'
Zorellaia drinks water from a crude water skin made from the corpse of Zorellaia.
Zorellaia puts a crude water skin made from the corpse of Zorellaia in a large saddle bag.
You nod at Vizgrathol.
Veldren says to you 'A more fittin' weapon'
Umbrand frowns.
Vizgrathol stops using a swirling black orb.
Vizgrathol holds an iridescent orb in his hands.
Vizgrathol brandishes an iridescent orb.
You look north: Stained-glass windows showing ivy leaves surrounding a red-and-orange 'A'
are set into doors of ornate wood and metal banding.
You look south: A grand staircase and a golden chandelier grace a larger but dimmer room.
You look east: Rich, walnut-wood panels cover the wall. A couple of oil lamps are lit beside
a small portrait.
You look west: Rich, walnut-wood panels cover the wall. A couple of oil lamps are lit beside
a coat rack.
You look up: The plaster ceiling is painted with vines and flowers.
You look down: The floor is made of rich, forest-green marble. A thin layer of dust gathers
in the corners.
Scyreth utters the words, 'sagg eaaf'.
Scyreth utters the words, 'ghaiz gtui'.
Vizgrathol stops using an iridescent orb.
Vizgrathol holds a swirling black orb in his hands.
Scyreth utters the words, 'yrl'.
Scyreth's feet rise off the ground.
Ansellus glares around himself.
Vizgrathol scans north.
Ansellus looks at Vizgrathol.
You whisper to Vizgrathol 'Maybe not.'
The sweet sound of children's laughter echoes through the manor.
Vizgrathol leaves south.
You follow Vizgrathol south.
Ardenwood Hall
This grand room is clearly designed to be an opulent showcase to awe visitors,
but the years have dulled its luster. Worn, blue-and-gold rugs that lay upon
the marble floor dampen sound. Dual staircases, crafted entirely from rich
walnut wood, lead up to a platform on the second floor, which appears to
extend further to the south. Above, an ornate chandelier hangs unlit from the
ceiling, capable of holding over three-dozen candles. The scent of old food
wafts in from the east. A large portrait of a jolly-looking man hangs on the
southern wall between the two staircases, clearly the focus of the room.
up]
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
l portrait
In this oil painting, a man with curly, white hair and a bulbous red nose
stares blankly outward. His clothes seem too large for him.
A plaque beneath the painting reads:
Archduke Dolphenburt Umbrand Ardenwood IV
He who blessed us with our Fortune
And built for us this Home
Left us on the 4th of the Month of Futility,
in the year 95 (3rd Age)
Vizgrathol says 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained.'
Veldren has arrived.
Vizgrathol scans west.
Scyreth has arrived.
look all
You look north: A cozy foyer lies beyond a simple doorway.
You look south: Ornate dual staircases lead up to a platform on the second floor. Between
them, a large portrait of a jolly-looking man hangs.
You look east: A doorway leads into a formal dining room.
You look west: Rich, walnut-wood panels cover the wall. A couple of oil lamps are lit
beside a closed door, letting off a faintly rancid odor.
The door is closed.
You look up: The white plaster ceiling is covered with flaking paintings of vines and
flowers around tree branches. The staircase leads up to a second floor.
You look down: The floor is made of rich, forest-green marble. A thin layer of dust gathers
in the corners.
Ansellus has arrived.
Vizgrathol scans up.
Vizgrathol scans east.
Veldren joins Vizgrathol's group.
Vizgrathol leaves up.
Veldren leaves up.
You follow Vizgrathol up.
At the Top of a Grand Staircase
The staircase terminates on an awkward platform that overlooks the grand hall
below. A massive chandelier hangs from the ceiling, with parts of it quite
close to the railing. Two smaller hallways lead off to the east and west, each
ending after just a few feet. To the south, a threadbare runner with floral
patterns leads down a dark hallway.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Vizgrathol scans south.
l chandelier
Antlers of some great beast curl upwards, supporting wide, metal rings studded
with candle holders, most of which are empty. Below the antlers is a tier of
gilded material designed to look like ivy. The entire structure is secured to
the ceiling with a thick, iron chain.
Scyreth has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves down.
You follow Vizgrathol down.
Ardenwood Hall
This grand room is clearly designed to be an opulent showcase to awe visitors,
but the years have dulled its luster. Worn, blue-and-gold rugs that lay upon
the marble floor dampen sound. Dual staircases, crafted entirely from rich
walnut wood, lead up to a platform on the second floor, which appears to
extend further to the south. Above, an ornate chandelier hangs unlit from the
ceiling, capable of holding over three-dozen candles. The scent of old food
wafts in from the east. A large portrait of a jolly-looking man hangs on the
southern wall between the two staircases, clearly the focus of the room.
up]
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Ansellus leaves east.
Vizgrathol scans east.
Vizgrathol leaves east.
Veldren leaves east.
You follow Vizgrathol east.
A Formal Dining Room
The fragrant ghosts of meals long past linger in the air above an ornate
dining table crafted from expensive wood. Gouges cover the table's surface,
appearing more the work of some animal or child over months or years than the
aftermath of some singularly violent event. On the table, several silver
plates frame rock-hard bread crusts and chicken bones cleaned of any meat.
Elegant, forest-green wallpaper has begun to peel away from the walls in
places. A simple chandelier dangles over the table.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
Vizgrathol says 'Mold...'
l chandelier
You do not see that here.
Scyreth has arrived.
You say 'I think...'
Ansellus leaves west.
Vizgrathol says 'Water damage, in a building this new?'
You say 'I think that Erithan cooked for us in here.'
Scyreth joins Vizgrathol's group.
A Formal Dining Room
The fragrant ghosts of meals long past linger in the air above an ornate
dining table crafted from expensive wood. Gouges cover the table's surface,
appearing more the work of some animal or child over months or years than the
aftermath of some singularly violent event. On the table, several silver
plates frame rock-hard bread crusts and chicken bones cleaned of any meat.
Elegant, forest-green wallpaper has begun to peel away from the walls in
places. A simple chandelier dangles over the table.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren nods.
Vizgrathol says 'Erithan...'
Vizgrathol leaves west.
Scyreth leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
Ardenwood Hall
This grand room is clearly designed to be an opulent showcase to awe visitors,
but the years have dulled its luster. Worn, blue-and-gold rugs that lay upon
the marble floor dampen sound. Dual staircases, crafted entirely from rich
walnut wood, lead up to a platform on the second floor, which appears to
extend further to the south. Above, an ornate chandelier hangs unlit from the
ceiling, capable of holding over three-dozen candles. The scent of old food
wafts in from the east. A large portrait of a jolly-looking man hangs on the
southern wall between the two staircases, clearly the focus of the room.
up]
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves up.
Veldren leaves up.
You follow Vizgrathol up.
At the Top of a Grand Staircase
The staircase terminates on an awkward platform that overlooks the grand hall
below. A massive chandelier hangs from the ceiling, with parts of it quite
close to the railing. Two smaller hallways lead off to the east and west, each
ending after just a few feet. To the south, a threadbare runner with floral
patterns leads down a dark hallway.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
You feel your grip return to normal.
Vizgrathol scans south.
Scyreth utters the words, 'ghaiz gtui'.
Scyreth's skin turns to stone.
Veldren says 'The Butcher would always lay out the table'
Vizgrathol leaves south.
Scyreth leaves south.
You follow Vizgrathol south.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Vizgrathol scans west.
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Ansellus has arrived.
Veldren gets a wicked concoction.
You say 'I recalled it, some time ago. Some food good, some... less good.'
Vizgrathol says 'Fifth age.'
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren drinks peppermint schnapps from a wicked concoction.
Veldren drinks peppermint schnapps from a wicked concoction.
Vizgrathol scans west.
Vizgrathol scans south.
Vizgrathol leaves south.
Veldren leaves south.
You follow Vizgrathol south.
The End of a Dark Hallway
The carpet - although threadbare up the hallway - is downright plush here,
showing a design of tangled leaves of pink and gold against a royal-blue
background. The hallway is quite dark here, and there is little decoration
aside from a rather severe portrait on the southern wall. A fringe of black
mold grows upon a doorway to the east.
]
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
l east
A door is covered in veins of black mold.
Vizgrathol says 'More mold...'
Vizgrathol leaves north.
Scyreth leaves north.
You follow Vizgrathol north.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Vizgrathol scans west.
Ansellus has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves west.
Veldren leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
The Cot-Lined Master Bedroom
A grand, canopied bed that appears designed to be the centerpiece of a master
suite has been stripped of its covers and soiled many times over. All around
it, crude cots are arranged haphazardly, but close together. A motley
assortment of fabrics are strewn about, partially covering many of the cots,
indicating they may have been used as sheets and blankets. Faint scents of
urine, child-sweat and dust mingle to form an odor at once nostalgic and
repulsive.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Scyreth says 'Stink of old earth.'
You say 'Oh no.'
Tristhana barely manages to fight back the rising bile.
Vizgrathol raises an eyebrow.
Zorellaia says 'Just put down the paladins first'
You say 'This place...'
Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
Ansellus has arrived.
l cot
Twelve identical canvas cots are arranged closely about the bed, almost as
though huddled together. The cots are fairly large and would be able to
accommodate even an adult human with minimal discomfort. Some of the cots are
covered with scraps of valuable fabric scrounged from other places in the
manor such as curtains and tablecloths. On one cot, there is a small,
leatherbound book. On another, there is a colorful and fluffy minotaur toy
that appears to be made from stitched-together parts of several different
dolls.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Vizgrathol says 'How queer.'
Ansellus grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...
Vizgrathol says 'And disgusting.'
You say 'We slept here...'
Scyreth says to you 'What remember?'
You say 'Ahrloire scratched at the floors... I stayed awake... Veldren cried.'
Vizgrathol leaves east.
Scyreth leaves east.
You follow Vizgrathol east.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Veldren says to you 'Cuut yeer sshiitee'
Tristhana balls her hands into fists.
Scyreth utters the words, 'oculoinfra uizug'.
Ansellus has arrived.
Vizgrathol mutters something quietly to himself.
Umbrand has arrived.
Andreste has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves north.
Veldren leaves north.
You follow Vizgrathol north.
At the Top of a Grand Staircase
The staircase terminates on an awkward platform that overlooks the grand hall
below. A massive chandelier hangs from the ceiling, with parts of it quite
close to the railing. Two smaller hallways lead off to the east and west, each
ending after just a few feet. To the south, a threadbare runner with floral
patterns leads down a dark hallway.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves south.
Scyreth leaves south.
You follow Vizgrathol south.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Vizgrathol says 'Andreste, can you pick any of these doors?'
Andreste gets some bone lock picks from the girdle of endless space.
Andreste holds some bone lock picks in his hands.
Vizgrathol says 'South of us'
Andreste says 'can try'
Scyreth says 'Scyreth remember boy.'
Vizgrathol leaves south.
Veldren leaves south.
You follow Vizgrathol south.
The End of a Dark Hallway
The carpet - although threadbare up the hallway - is downright plush here,
showing a design of tangled leaves of pink and gold against a royal-blue
background. The hallway is quite dark here, and there is little decoration
aside from a rather severe portrait on the southern wall. A fringe of black
mold grows upon a doorway to the east.
]
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Andreste has arrived.
Umbrand has arrived.
Andreste says 'I cannot'
A warm breeze blows through the manor, carrying the sounds of children's laughter and clinking
plates.
Vizgrathol says 'The kitchen.'
Vizgrathol leaves north.
Scyreth leaves north.
You follow Vizgrathol north.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Ansellus leaves south.
Vizgrathol leaves north.
Veldren leaves north.
You follow Vizgrathol north.
At the Top of a Grand Staircase
The staircase terminates on an awkward platform that overlooks the grand hall
below. A massive chandelier hangs from the ceiling, with parts of it quite
close to the railing. Two smaller hallways lead off to the east and west, each
ending after just a few feet. To the south, a threadbare runner with floral
patterns leads down a dark hallway.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves down.
Scyreth leaves down.
You follow Vizgrathol down.
Ardenwood Hall
This grand room is clearly designed to be an opulent showcase to awe visitors,
but the years have dulled its luster. Worn, blue-and-gold rugs that lay upon
the marble floor dampen sound. Dual staircases, crafted entirely from rich
walnut wood, lead up to a platform on the second floor, which appears to
extend further to the south. Above, an ornate chandelier hangs unlit from the
ceiling, capable of holding over three-dozen candles. The scent of old food
wafts in from the east. A large portrait of a jolly-looking man hangs on the
southern wall between the two staircases, clearly the focus of the room.
up]
Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
A Formal Dining Room
The fragrant ghosts of meals long past linger in the air above an ornate
dining table crafted from expensive wood. Gouges cover the table's surface,
appearing more the work of some animal or child over months or years than the
aftermath of some singularly violent event. On the table, several silver
plates frame rock-hard bread crusts and chicken bones cleaned of any meat.
Elegant, forest-green wallpaper has begun to peel away from the walls in
places. A simple chandelier dangles over the table.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
You nod.
Umbrand has arrived.
Ansellus has arrived.
Scyreth says 'They ate all chicken!'
Umbrand leaves west.
You say to Scyreth 'Wouldn't you?'
You smile happily.
A Formal Dining Room
The fragrant ghosts of meals long past linger in the air above an ornate
dining table crafted from expensive wood. Gouges cover the table's surface,
appearing more the work of some animal or child over months or years than the
aftermath of some singularly violent event. On the table, several silver
plates frame rock-hard bread crusts and chicken bones cleaned of any meat.
Elegant, forest-green wallpaper has begun to peel away from the walls in
places. A simple chandelier dangles over the table.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren says to Scyreth 'Waass eeaagleess, noot chiickeen'
Scyreth gathers up the rock-hard crust shoving them in his maw.
Andreste has arrived.
Andreste sits down and thinks deeply.
Umbrand has arrived.
Andreste says 'these locks aren't made for my picks'
Andreste stops using some bone lock picks.
A Formal Dining Room
The fragrant ghosts of meals long past linger in the air above an ornate
dining table crafted from expensive wood. Gouges cover the table's surface,
appearing more the work of some animal or child over months or years than the
aftermath of some singularly violent event. On the table, several silver
plates frame rock-hard bread crusts and chicken bones cleaned of any meat.
Elegant, forest-green wallpaper has begun to peel away from the walls in
places. A simple chandelier dangles over the table.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
Andreste the human is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Vizgrathol says 'See those gouges?'
Umbrand says to you 'Taking notes, Tristhana?'
Veldren says 'Weell, whaat aaree wee waaiitiin' foor?'
l gouges
Eleven simple plates made of tarnished silver are strewn haphazardly about the
tabletop. Upon most of them lie bits of near-petrified food. The table's
surface is damaged, as though many meals were devoured here by many a careless
diner. Aside from the gouges, dings and dents likely caused by dropped plates
and misused silverware, some carvings have been left on one corner of the
table.
Vizgrathol says 'He always was an angry child.'
Thirteen children, mostly human, save for some half-elves and an arial, sit around the table,
chatting loudly.
"Where's the food?" "Yeah, we're hungry!" "He's sooo slooow!" "You guys, be nice. We're lucky he
cooks for us at all." "Shut up!"
Vizgrathol gets some unleavened bread from a floating chest.
Vizgrathol finishes eating some unleavened bread.
One sullen adolescent quietly etches his corner of the table with a knife.
A door opens and slams across the grand hall and two sets of footsteps approach. A lithe half-elf
and a fat little human boy soon arrive, holding platters.
Ansellus narrows his eyes dangerously.
"Finally!" "What'd you make this time, chef?" "This better be good." "Thanks, Erithan and
Dollerveim."
Umbrand says 'He was troubled. But let's not speak ill of the parted.'
Vizgrathol gets an oddly aromatic scroll from a floating chest.
Erithan smiles and lifts the lids off of the large platter, revealing crude, eggy casseroles studded
with ham and green vegetables.
Andreste frowns.
The chatter quiets and the children pounce.
Scyreth covers his ears then spots the bread.
The scene suddenly vanishes, leaving the table empty and the room lifeless once more.
Vizgrathol blinks innocently at Scyreth.
Veldren sips his beer slowly, watching closely.
You say cautiously 'Looks like one of Erithan's better dishes.'
Veldren finishes eating a side of deer venison.
Ansellus drinks water from a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt.
Veldren drinks peppermint schnapps from a wicked concoction.
Vizgrathol says 'Chef Erithan. My.'
Andreste says 'My old friend.'
Andreste sighs.
Vizgrathol leaves west.
Scyreth leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
Ardenwood Hall
This grand room is clearly designed to be an opulent showcase to awe visitors,
but the years have dulled its luster. Worn, blue-and-gold rugs that lay upon
the marble floor dampen sound. Dual staircases, crafted entirely from rich
walnut wood, lead up to a platform on the second floor, which appears to
extend further to the south. Above, an ornate chandelier hangs unlit from the
ceiling, capable of holding over three-dozen candles. The scent of old food
wafts in from the east. A large portrait of a jolly-looking man hangs on the
southern wall between the two staircases, clearly the focus of the room.
up]
Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Andreste has arrived.
Vizgrathol turns translucent.
Tristhana continues staring ahead, attempting to etch the scene into memory.
Umbrand has arrived.
Andreste scans north.
Ansellus has arrived.
Scyreth scans his surroundings.
Vizgrathol sits down and thinks deeply.
Veldren says to Vizgrathol 'Goot thaat sshiitee sstiinkss woorssee thaan thiiss plaacee'
Vizgrathol says 'That door.'
Vizgrathol says 'Reeks.'
Ardenwood Hall
This grand room is clearly designed to be an opulent showcase to awe visitors,
but the years have dulled its luster. Worn, blue-and-gold rugs that lay upon
the marble floor dampen sound. Dual staircases, crafted entirely from rich
walnut wood, lead up to a platform on the second floor, which appears to
extend further to the south. Above, an ornate chandelier hangs unlit from the
ceiling, capable of holding over three-dozen candles. The scent of old food
wafts in from the east. A large portrait of a jolly-looking man hangs on the
southern wall between the two staircases, clearly the focus of the room.
up]
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
look west
Rich, walnut-wood panels cover the wall. A couple of oil lamps are lit
beside a closed door, letting off a faintly rancid odor.
The door is closed.
Vizgrathol says 'It leads to the basement, I suspect.'
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
Vizgrathol gets a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf priestess from a
floating chest.
Vizgrathol drinks water from a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf
priestess.
Vizgrathol puts a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf priestess in a
floating chest.
Scyreth sits down and thinks deeply.
A warm breeze blows through the manor, and the sounds of children playing echo from the grand hall.
Vizgrathol says 'I think we'll learn much if we can get inside.'
Vizgrathol scans north.
Several children run through the hall, running up and down the staircases, hiding behind them, and darting to and fro.
"You can't get me!" "Haha, Dollerveim can't get anyone 'cause he's full'a chocolate!" "You won't be laughing when I tag you!"
Scyreth snorts.
"Well, I'm not gonna cry like Nastrella does." "Haha, that's messed up, Vrimold!"
Veldren lets out a drunken laugh.
The children dash back and forth, and finally, Dollerveim lands a tag on Vrimold.
Seeing the humorous events before him, Umbrand chortles loudly.
Scyreth says 'Nastrella!'
"I let you do it." "Liar. No tag-backs!" "It'd be too easy anyway. You run like a girl and have the
#### to match." "Shut up, Vrimold."
Tristhana smiles happily.
Vizgrathol says 'Ah, poor Nastrella. Never grew into the image of ferocity I had hoped she would.'
"Shut up? Why is a little girly bitch telling me to shut up?" "Stop it, Vrimold. I'll tell
Erithan."
Andreste snickers softly.
Vrimold shoves Dollerveim to the ground.
You say 'Oh...'
"Go ahead and tell Erithan. Next time I go digging through the trash so you can stuff your fat
face, I'll be sure to find you a bra."
Tears well in Dollerveim's eyes as the other children silently turn their heads away in fear and
shame.
The scene suddenly vanishes, leaving the grand hall quiet and lifeless once more.
Scyreth snorts.
Veldren chuckles once more.
Andreste scans east.
Umbrand frowns.
You say 'Brother...'
Veldren says 'Gooood too sseeee thee Buutcheer aand Waar Miisstreessss aagaaiin'
Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.
Veldren says 'Waass aalmoosst aa ssiign oof thiingss too coomee'
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Andreste leaves east.
Scyreth scans east.
Umbrand scans his surroundings.
Vizgrathol scans east.
Andreste has arrived.
Vizgrathol scans south.
Vizgrathol leaves up.
Veldren leaves up.
You follow Vizgrathol up.
At the Top of a Grand Staircase
The staircase terminates on an awkward platform that overlooks the grand hall
below. A massive chandelier hangs from the ceiling, with parts of it quite
close to the railing. Two smaller hallways lead off to the east and west, each
ending after just a few feet. To the south, a threadbare runner with floral
patterns leads down a dark hallway.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Andreste has arrived.
Umbrand has arrived.
Umbrand leaves south.
Tristhana sighs and reaches to her where her eyebrows once were, clearly agitated.
Ansellus has arrived.
Veldren says to you 'Whaat'ss wroong, Triisst?'
Vizgrathol gets a golden key engraved with an elaborate "A".
Vizgrathol leaves south.
Scyreth leaves south.
You follow Vizgrathol south.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves west.
Veldren leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
The Cot-Lined Master Bedroom
A grand, canopied bed that appears designed to be the centerpiece of a master
suite has been stripped of its covers and soiled many times over. All around
it, crude cots are arranged haphazardly, but close together. A motley
assortment of fabrics are strewn about, partially covering many of the cots,
indicating they may have been used as sheets and blankets. Faint scents of
urine, child-sweat and dust mingle to form an odor at once nostalgic and
repulsive.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
Scyreth has arrived.
You no longer feel in control of your translucence.
Vizgrathol leaves east.
Scyreth leaves east.
You follow Vizgrathol east.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves south.
Veldren leaves south.
You follow Vizgrathol south.
The End of a Dark Hallway
The carpet - although threadbare up the hallway - is downright plush here,
showing a design of tangled leaves of pink and gold against a royal-blue
background. The hallway is quite dark here, and there is little decoration
aside from a rather severe portrait on the southern wall. A fringe of black
mold grows upon a doorway to the east.
]
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Veldren says to you 'Yeer diidn't doo sshiitee theen, why yeer piisssseed noow?'
Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.
Vizgrathol unlocks the door.
The door creaks loudly as Vizgrathol opens it.
Vizgrathol scans east.
Scyreth nods.
You turn translucent.
Scyreth scans east.
Vizgrathol mutters something quietly to himself.
Umbrand has arrived.
Zorellaia scans east.
Scyreth utters the words, 'sagg eaaf'.
Vizgrathol gesticulates gracefully, forming a weave of the elements.
Scyreth scans east.
Umbrand leaves east.
A sneer crosses the face of Zorellaia as her eyes flicker with a golden glow.
You scan east.
***** EAST: *****
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
Vizgrathol says 'Into the breach.'
Vizgrathol scans east.
Vizgrathol leaves east.
Scyreth leaves east.
You follow Vizgrathol east.
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
Veldren has arrived.
Scyreth sniffs at the air curiously.
Scyreth drinks water from a crude water skin made from the corpse of Lonfedric.
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
Ansellus has arrived.
Tristhana coughs loudly and shields her mouth with her hand.
l
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
l mold
You do not see that here.
l bed
The skeleton is mostly intact, except that its bones are cracked where black
mold has slurped the marrow. The bones are loosely sheathed in a modest
nightgown of a style that a wealthy old widow might favor. Beneath the
skeleton, mold spreads across the expensive, floral bedspread where it
followed rivers of necrotic fluids off the edges of the bed, like the black
wings of some deity of rot.
l skeleton
Vizgrathol says '...Odd.'
The skeleton is mostly intact, except that its bones are cracked where black
mold has slurped the marrow. The bones are loosely sheathed in a modest
nightgown of a style that a wealthy old widow might favor. Beneath the
skeleton, mold spreads across the expensive, floral bedspread where it
followed rivers of necrotic fluids off the edges of the bed, like the black
wings of some deity of rot.
Scyreth says 'Smell like home.'
l dresser
You do not see that here.
l mirror
You do not see that here.
Vizgrathol says 'One of these things is not like the other.'
Scyreth utters the words, 'ghaiz gtui'.
Scyreth's skin turns to stone.
Umbrand says to Scyreth 'I am truly sorry if that's true, Scyreth.'
Andreste has arrived.
Vizgrathol says to Umbrand 'Thoughts?'
Umbrand says 'I.. I just don't know.'
Scyreth says 'Letter'
l
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
Andreste the human is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
l letter
Most of the letters are ruined, save one. Moist and moldy around the edges,
it reads:
Dear Nelcidra,
I am sorry to inform you that your funds are depleted. I am not required to
offer you advice, but given our longstanding business relationship, I feel
compelled to ensure you understand that unless you are able to secure funding
or, alternatively, tax forgiveness from the Empress herself, I am afraid you
will be subject to eviction and perhaps jailing when taxes come due.
Using the last of your funds, we have paid your current bill, keeping a roof
over your head. This also gives you some time to liquidate some of your
assets and find some other means of income before your situation goes from
dire to, well, abject poverty and loss of all family assets.
I have done you a kindness, as well. Using a loophole in the law, I have
delayed any possibility that your property would be seized. This is not an
indefinite delay, however. If you fail to pay your taxes next year, you have
at most five to seven years, depending on politics and how quickly the
bureaucracy decides to move. I implore you to alert your grandchildren, as
painful as it may be for you. You deserve to live out your days in comfort,
and I believe that while they may initially be angry, they will come to be glad
you contacted them and protected their interests.
We wish you the best,
Englefirth Famstock
Your Trusted Wealth Advisor
Bank of Seantryn Modan
Vizgrathol nods at Scyreth.
Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.
Scyreth finishes eating a handful of mountain berries.
Umbrand says 'Nelcidra?'
Scyreth gets a handful of nuts from a cured hide sack made from the corpse of a shikra.
Scyreth finishes eating a handful of nuts.
Scyreth sits down and thinks deeply.
A warm breeze blows through the manor, and the sounds of children talking echo from the hallway
upstairs.
Vizgrathol leaves west.
Veldren leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
The End of a Dark Hallway
The carpet - although threadbare up the hallway - is downright plush here,
showing a design of tangled leaves of pink and gold against a royal-blue
background. The hallway is quite dark here, and there is little decoration
aside from a rather severe portrait on the southern wall. A fringe of black
mold grows upon a doorway to the east.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves north.
Scyreth leaves north.
You follow Vizgrathol north.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Your vision blurs for a moment before refocusing with greater clarity.
Ansellus has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves north.
Veldren leaves north.
You follow Vizgrathol north.
At the Top of a Grand Staircase
The staircase terminates on an awkward platform that overlooks the grand hall
below. A massive chandelier hangs from the ceiling, with parts of it quite
close to the railing. Two smaller hallways lead off to the east and west, each
ending after just a few feet. To the south, a threadbare runner with floral
patterns leads down a dark hallway.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Umbrand has arrived.
Ansellus has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves south.
Scyreth leaves south.
You follow Vizgrathol south.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Umbrand has arrived.
Ansellus has arrived.
l all
You look north: The hallway continues into a lighter room that overlooks a chandelier.
You look south: The hallway continues, appearing to end before long.
You look east: Rich, walnut-wood panels cover the bottom half of the wall. Forest-green
wallpaper covers the top half, though it blisters and peels away in places,
revealing black mold. A large portrait is affixed here.
You look west: A large doorway offers entry into a large but cluttered bedroom.
bedroom doorYou look up: The plaster ceiling is painted with vines and flowers, but it is lightly
tinged with what appears to be black powder.
You look down: The floor is made of rich, forest-green marble. A thin layer of dust gathers
in the corners.
Scyreth scans his surroundings.
l powder
You do not see that here.
l
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
Andreste the human is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Vizgrathol scans north.
Vizgrathol scans south.
Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.
Erithan stands before a portrait of a kindly man, lecturing four younger children.
Andreste leaves north.
Andreste has arrived.
Scyreth runs a dirty hand on the portrait.
"You need to keep the story straight or this all goes away and we'll end up in some orphanage, or maybe with some awful family."
The younger children nod.
"Now, who are your parents?"
Andreste leaves north.
"Umbrand Ardenwood watches us, m'lord," they answer in unison.
Vizgrathol says 'I see.'
Vizgrathol says 'A tax scheme.'
Erithan deepens his voice and furrows his eyebrows. "Ardenwood. I know the name. Where do you live?"
Scyreth snorts.
Vizgrathol grins at Umbrand mischievously.
"Ardenwood Manor, m'lord."
frown
What's bothering you?
"Funny," Erithan says. "You don't look related."
Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.
"We're adopted, m'lord. The Ardenwoods are kind and generous to care for us."
Veldren begins to drink more heavily, his mood darkening.
"Why are you digging through the trash behind the markets?"
Veldren drinks peppermint schnapps from a wicked concoction.
Veldren drinks peppermint schnapps from a wicked concoction.
Umbrand says 'I..what? No.. that doesn't make any sense.'
Veldren drinks peppermint schnapps from a wicked concoction.
"On a dare, m'lord. We're looking for buried treasure."
Veldren drinks peppermint schnapps from a wicked concoction.
"I see. Well, run along, and I'd better not see you after dark, or it's off to the dungeons with
you!"
Vizgrathol says 'They dug for trash to eat because the family was too poor to feed them.'
Erithan cracks a smile and the children laugh. "Well done."
Vizgrathol says '...Because the Ardenwoods were bankrupt.'
"Umbrand looks really nice," one little girl says.
Vizgrathol gets some unleavened bread from a floating chest.
Ansellus frowns.
"I'm sure he was. In a way, you're not really even lying. He really does watch us from here. I
think he would have taken us in."
Vizgrathol finishes eating some unleavened bread.
You whisper 'Well I was right. This place was wretched.'
"I wish he was real."
Scyreth slowly floats to the ground.
Veldren curses loudly.
"I think we all do, Tissie."
Vizgrathol nods sagely at Umbrand.
flinch
You flinch in obvious pain.
Ansellus raises an eyebrow at Umbrand's weird actions.
Scyreth snorts.
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
Umbrand swallows deeply, eyes dipping to the floor for a moment.
The scene suddenly vanishes, leaving the hallway quiet and lifeless once more.
Scyreth says 'Tissie!'
Veldren says to Umbrand 'SSoo iit bloooody truuee theen'
You say 'Tissie?!'
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Scyreth snorts.
Zorellaia yawns.
Zorellaia goes to sleep.
Veldren says to Umbrand 'Yeer aarssee reeaally iiss aa daamneed dreeaam?'
Scyreth glares at Umbrand.
Zorellaia wakes and stands up.
Scyreth says to Umbrand 'You!'
Vizgrathol looks at Zorellaia.
Vizgrathol says 'So it would seem.'
Umbrand says to Veldren 'I'm here before you now, Veldren. I know that much is true. What was then..
I don't know.'
Vizgrathol says 'And yet...'
Veldren says to Umbrand 'Yeer juusst ssoomee daamneed, taax-aavooiidiin' sscheemee?'
Ansellus says 'And yet.'
Tristhana blinks. Her expression changes to one of confusion and anger.
Vizgrathol points at the portrait in the hall.
Vizgrathol says to Umbrand 'The resemblance really is striking. A fifth age philanthropist, brought
to life.'
Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.
Veldren says 'Waaiit, thaat ooveer 00 bloooody yeeaarss aagoo'
Vizgrathol turns translucent.
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In this oil painting, a fatherly looking man smiles warmly, his eyebrows
bushy and streaked with gray. He glows with understated nobility and
relaxed kindness.
A plaque beneath the painting reads:
Umbrand Excelsian Ardenwood II
Who blessed us with his kindness
And whose philanthropy blessed our family name
Left us on the 26th of the Month of the Old Forces,
in the year 25 (5th Age)
Vizgrathol says to Veldren 'More than that. It is the sixth age currently.'
Erithan appears in the doorway outside of the bedroom, looking in.
Umbrand says 'I may be old, but.. '
Scyreth sniffs the portrait then Umbrand.
Veldren says to Vizgrathol 'Quuiieet, Viizz, yeer knoow nuumbeerss aaiin't my thiing'
Stepping toward Veldren, Vizgrathol bows deeply and flourishes his cloak behind him.
Ansellus looks at Vizgrathol.
"We have a real home, here. A real family. It isn't perfect, but it's better than trying our
chances outside..."
Vizgrathol says 'How fortunate I am here to help you with those tricky details.'
You whisper 'Lies.'
Scyreth glances at the doorway.
Vizgrathol winks at Veldren.
Umbrand says queitly 'He was the second of his name.. stands to reason there'd be others named after him, doesn't it?'
"How long can this last?"
Vizgrathol says to Umbrand 'And yet, the children never knew him to be true?'
Scyreth says 'Manor of lies!'
Erithan turns away and heads downstairs to wash dishes as the rest of the children sleep.
The door creaks loudly as Vizgrathol opens it.
Vizgrathol scans west.
Scyreth scans west.
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The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Andreste the human is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
look w
A large doorway offers entry into a large but cluttered bedroom.
bedroom door
Vizgrathol leaves south.
Veldren leaves south.
You follow Vizgrathol south.
The End of a Dark Hallway
The carpet - although threadbare up the hallway - is downright plush here,
showing a design of tangled leaves of pink and gold against a royal-blue
background. The hallway is quite dark here, and there is little decoration
aside from a rather severe portrait on the southern wall. A fringe of black
mold grows upon a doorway to the east.
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Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Vizgrathol unlocks the door.
The door
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Tristhana winces at that.
Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.
Scyreth snorts.
Veldren says 'Thiinkiin' II beetteer ooff bloooody foorgeettiin''
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
You say 'I liked the me I didn't remember better than...'
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
nod Veldren
You nod at Veldren.
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'What happened, children?'
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'What happened to your happy family?'
Scyreth says 'Scyreth not your child.'
Umbrand says to you 'Better than the sweet girl that cared about other people?'
You say 'The manor burned. We burned. You died.'
Veldren says 'Thiiss sshiitee buurneed doown, II reemeembeer thaat'
Ansellus grunts something incomprehensible, not amused by his circumstances.
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'In that order, children?'
You no longer feel in control of your translucence.
Ansellus says quietly 'I barely have that'
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'Or were you always mere squatters in a poor, dead old lady's home?'
frown
What's bothering you?
Vizgrathol says 'The latter, evidently.'
Scyreth grins evilly.
You say 'Were you always so mean? Some mother figure you are.'
Umbrand says 'I think perhaps you passed on first.. the children came after, looking for a home,
somewhere to be safe in this dreadful city.'
Vizgrathol fades out of existence.
Vizgrathol says 'This city churns out desperation like a mill grinds flour.'
Some unleavened bread appears before Umbrand.
Umbrand gets some unleavened bread.
Umbrand finishes eating some unleavened bread.
Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'You should not have been able to reason that out, so-called Umbrand.'
You cackle gleefully.
You say 'So called.'
You smirk.
Vizgrathol shrugs in response to Umbrand's question.
Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.
Zorellaia drinks water from a crude water skin made from the corpse of Zorellaia.
Zorellaia puts a crude water skin made from the corpse of Zorellaia in a large saddle bag.
Scyreth sniffs at the air surrounding Umbrand.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Scyreth says 'Him always smelled so called.'
Ansellus finishes eating a side of deer venison.
Umbrand says 'It is who I am. Who I am now, at least. Though.. not the one hanging on your wall, I think.'
Ansellus nods at Umbrand.
You say 'What else is there to recall though?'
frown
What's bothering you?
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A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
]
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren looks down at his empty mug and curses loudly.
Veldren drops a cold mug of beer.
Veldren gets a cold mug of beer from a leather sack.
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Tristhana glances to the doorway to the west.
Scyreth slowly floats to the ground.
Veldren says to you 'Thee fiiree waass bloooody reeaal, II reemeembeer 'eem flaameess'
Zorellaia stands up.
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
Ansellus says 'So do I.'
Veldren says 'EEveen iif 'eem weereen't naatuuraal'
Ansellus runs his outstretched fingers through his hair, moving the strands behind his pointed ear.
You turn translucent.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Vizgrathol says 'The basement.'
nod
You nod.
Scyreth says 'Scyreth remember a fire and a wagon.'
Scyreth sits down and thinks deeply.
You say 'Vizgrathol is right.'
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A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
]
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Ansellus blinks a few times.
Vizgrathol gets a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf priestess from a
floating chest.
Vizgrathol drinks water from a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf
priestess.
Vizgrathol puts a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf priestess in a
floating chest.
Veldren says 'Fiirsst tiimee foor eeveerythiin''
Vizgrathol gets a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf priestess from a
floating chest.
A stream of fresh, cold water pours from Vizgrathol's index finger into a crude water skin made from
the corpse of an exiled dark-elf priestess.
Vizgrathol puts a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf priestess in a
floating chest.
Andreste finishes eating some beef jerky meat.
A sullen expression overcomes Vizgrathol, as he pouts toward Veldren.
Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.
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A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
]
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
You say 'Should we go, then?'
ponder
You ponder the question.
Andreste pulls at the locked door trying to get it open.
Zorellaia finishes eating a ball of pemmican.
Veldren now follows you.
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Scyreth drinks water from a crude water skin made from the corpse of Lonfedric.
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
]
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Zorellaia finishes eating a ball of pemmican.
Veldren says to you 'Leeaad oon, Tiissssiiee'
Zorellaia finishes eating a ball of pemmican.
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The door is locked.
With nothing better to say, you grunt something vague.
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'Where will you go?'
Ansellus smirks.
Veldren pauses and breathes slowly, appearing more calm as he relaxes.
Andreste finishes eating some beef jerky meat.
Vizgrathol says 'Goodness. Isn't that the question?'
Zorellaia stands up.
Scyreth utters the words, 'sagg eaaf'.
Scyreth turns translucent.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Vizgrathol says 'We are locked in here, with no way out after all.'
Throwing back his head, Ansellus cackles with insane glee!
Veldren says to Vizgrathol 'Waaiit, wee bloooody loockeed iin?'
Tristhana murmurs a quiet prayer to Morius.
Vizgrathol stops using a swirling black orb.
Vizgrathol holds an iridescent orb in his hands.
Vizgrathol brandishes an iridescent orb.
Ansellus says 'We are, we are, we are.'
You say to Veldren 'Try the door.'
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A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
]
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
look all
You look north: Bits of wood and green wallpaper peek out from between masses of mold.
You look south: Bits of wood and green wallpaper peek out from between masses of mold.
You look east: Bits of wood and green wallpaper peek out from between masses of mold.
You look west: A door leads out into dry darkness.
You look up: Sheets of black mold hang from the ceilings.
You look down: The floor is made of rich, forest-green marble. A thin layer of dust gathers
in the corners.
Vizgrathol stops using an iridescent orb.
Vizgrathol holds a swirling black orb in his hands.
l wallpaper
You do not see that here.
Zorellaia stands up.
Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Vizgrathol says 'The key does not fit the inside lock for some reason.'
Andreste holds some bone lock picks in his hands.
Veldren curses angrily as his checks his stock of alcohol.
mumble
You mumble something incoherent.
Scyreth utters the words, 'sagg eaaf'.
Andreste stops using some bone lock picks.
Umbrand says 'Calm down, all of you. Panicking solves nothing.'
Scyreth utters the words, 'qaihfar hgruigrjqunsoqz'.
Scyreth flickers between translucence, normality, and nothingness briefly.
Throwing back its head, Nelcidra Ardenwood cackles with insane glee!
You say to Umbrand 'Anger isn't panic.'
Umbrand says 'Nelcidra.. why do you keep us here?'
You say 'You dolt. Wish you'd hop back in your painting.'
Umbrand says to you 'Yes, Tristhana, it is.'
Scyreth swats the cup off the nightstand.
Ansellus says 'Where is here, where is here?'
Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.
Umbrand gets a water bag made from dried and wrinkled skin from the girdle of endless space.
Umbrand drinks water from a water bag made from dried and wrinkled skin.
Umbrand puts a water bag made from dried and wrinkled skin in the girdle of endless space.
Veldren says to you 'IIf yeer waanteed too maakee yeer moovee, noow thee tiimee Tiissssiiee, hee
traappeed heeree wiith uuss'
You say 'Organia? The eye saw us... then we were taken here.'
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
You say 'Or the altar...'
Vizgrathol says 'That is probable.'
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'Why don't you just imagine the door is unlocked?'
The door creaks loudly as Vizgrathol opens it.
Andreste chuckles politely.
Tristhana closes her eyes and imagines.
You say 'Oh!'
Ansellus shudders at the thought.
You drink water from a water skin.
You do not feel thirsty.
You finish eating a string of spicy sausages.
You start to feel full.
You finish eating a string of spicy sausages.
You feel completely full.
Veldren says 'Waaiit, thiiss dooeess bloooody feeeel liikee OOrgaaniiaa...'
Vizgrathol nods at Veldren.
Scyreth nods.
Scyreth scans his surroundings.
Zorellaia stands up.
Vizgrathol says 'An astute observation. Like the Outer Veil, actually.'
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'Well, there we are.'
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Vizgrathol says 'All filled with eyeballs and tentacles and the like.'
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A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
shiver
Brrrrrrrrr. You shiver uncomfortably.
Veldren says 'Yeer ssaayiin' wee greew uup iin thiiss plaacee oof bloooody dreeaamss?'
Vizgrathol says 'Born aloft here upon the dust of dreams.'
picking gleaming sand from the ashes.
You say 'But it could not have always been in Organia... we heard of workers cleaning up the place, picking gleaming sand from the ashes.'
Scyreth finishes eating a handful of mountain berries.
Scyreth finishes eating a handful of mountain berries.
Vizgrathol says 'Oh, the manor we saw was not the same one we are within.'
Zorellaia stands up.
The harsh glare cast by Zorellaia's eyes is momentarily interrupted by a ruddy glow.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Vizgrathol says 'We have been lured here obviously.'
Umbrand says 'It is where we are now. The real manor was destroyed in the fire, after all.'
Veldren says to Vizgrathol 'Yeer sseeeem too knoow aa loot, Viizz, ssoomeethiin' yeer noot teelliin' uuss?'
Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.
Ansellus drinks water from a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt.
You say to Veldren 'He's using his mage-brains.'
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
You say 'Very potent.'
Andreste says 'I think a couple of us know more than we are saying.'
Veldren says to you 'AAiin't ssoo pooteent wiith sspeeaar iin 'eem'
Vizgrathol shrugs indifferently.
You whisper to Vizgrathol 'Do you know anything else?'
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A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Zorellaia stands up.
Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.
Vizgrathol says to you 'Probably.'
Tristhana rolls her eyes.
Strange sounds come from the master bedroom.
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Vizgrathol leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
The End of a Dark Hallway
The carpet - although threadbare up the hallway - is downright plush here,
showing a design of tangled leaves of pink and gold against a royal-blue
background. The hallway is quite dark here, and there is little decoration
aside from a rather severe portrait on the southern wall. A fringe of black
mold grows upon a doorway to the east.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
The End of a Dark Hallway
The carpet - although threadbare up the hallway - is downright plush here,
showing a design of tangled leaves of pink and gold against a royal-blue
background. The hallway is quite dark here, and there is little decoration
aside from a rather severe portrait on the southern wall. A fringe of black
mold grows upon a doorway to the east.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Vizgrathol leaves north.
You follow Vizgrathol north.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
]
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
The Cot-Lined Master Bedroom
A grand, canopied bed that appears designed to be the centerpiece of a master
suite has been stripped of its covers and soiled many times over. All around
it, crude cots are arranged haphazardly, but close together. A motley
assortment of fabrics are strewn about, partially covering many of the cots,
indicating they may have been used as sheets and blankets. Faint scents of
urine, child-sweat and dust mingle to form an odor at once nostalgic and
repulsive.
]
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Vizgrathol leaves east.
You follow Vizgrathol east.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
]
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
The door creaks loudly as Vizgrathol opens it.
Vizgrathol leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
The Cot-Lined Master Bedroom
A grand, canopied bed that appears designed to be the centerpiece of a master
suite has been stripped of its covers and soiled many times over. All around
it, crude cots are arranged haphazardly, but close together. A motley
assortment of fabrics are strewn about, partially covering many of the cots,
indicating they may have been used as sheets and blankets. Faint scents of
urine, child-sweat and dust mingle to form an odor at once nostalgic and
repulsive.
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Ansellus has arrived.
Umbrand has arrived.
Scyreth has arrived.
You say 'Not this again.'
Vizgrathol comforts you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
Ansellus sighs in your direction.
Andreste takes a seat on his old cot.
Scyreth peeks under a cot and sniffs the air.
Ansellus looks at Andreste.
Tristhana sits on the ground and reaches up to her scalp, pulling out hair after hair.
sit
You sit down.
Vizgrathol fades out of existence.
Ansellus glances out the window, his eyes falling into memories of nothingness.
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
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The Cot-Lined Master Bedroom
A grand, canopied bed that appears designed to be the centerpiece of a master
suite has been stripped of its covers and soiled many times over. All around
it, crude cots are arranged haphazardly, but close together. A motley
assortment of fabrics are strewn about, partially covering many of the cots,
indicating they may have been used as sheets and blankets. Faint scents of
urine, child-sweat and dust mingle to form an odor at once nostalgic and
repulsive.
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
Andreste the human is here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
look all
You look north: An ornate dresser of polished walnut wood has been scratched up and left with
its drawers open to display an assortment of odd collectibles.
You look south: The head of this great bed rests against the southern wall.
You look east: A doorway leads back out into the hallway, where the smiling visage of a man
in a large portrait appears to keep an unblinking vigil over this room.
Somehow, it seems comforting.
You look west: Three large windows are set into the wall, each partially boarded up.
You look up: The plaster ceiling is painted with vines and flowers.
You look down: Severely threadbare and soiled rugs are lain over a hard wooden floor, which
itself has become worn and splintered in places.
Scyreth glances out the door at the portrait.
Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.
l dresser
A few raggedy cloth dolls are stuffed into the corner of one drawer. Nearby,
several crispy leaves intertwine. One drawer is entirely full of rocks -
rough and non-precious but glimmering specimens of pyrite and quartz-flecked
stones of various colors. In another drawer, a couple of copper coins and a
broken black steel gauntlet rest alongside some stained linens. A partially
crushed black steel helmet of the type worn by Seantryn patrolmen sits nearby.
Vizgrathol peers around himself intently.
Ehrlon, covered in blood, appears in the doorway, cradling Ansellus in his arms.
Ansellus growls.
He calms his breathing and steps gingerly between the cots, placing Ansellus in his cot.
Scyreth blinks a few times.
Ansellus' eyes are half-open and cloudy, his skin pale.
Ansellus whispers 'I knew this was coming.'
For a brief moment, he stares out the window. A pinkish light illuminates his face as motes of
energy snow down outside. Other children begin to stir.
Ansellus glares around himself.
Ehrlon soon looks back down at Ansellus and bites his lip until it bleeds, tears streaming down his face.
"I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry!"
Vizgrathol says 'Ah, there it is.'
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Ansellus says 'I knew it.'
Ehrlon runs out of the room, returning moments later with a jug of oil. He pours it over Ansellus,
and all over the floor.
He lights a match, and then screams.
Ansellus says 'I KNEW IT'
Scyreth snorts.
"Fire! Fire! Everybody out!"
Veldren pauses and breathes slowly, appearing more calm as he relaxes.
Smoke fills the room.
Someone says 'He was always an excellent liar.'
Flames and smoke roar through the aged manor, and you can hear children cough and scream!
Ansellus shudders at the thought.
You say 'Why... why would he?'
Vizgrathol says 'He killed Ansellus and attempted to cover it up.'
Vizgrathol says '...With a perfectly mundane fire.'
Scyreth says 'Some just want to see kids burn.'
Veldren watches on quietly, face dark, slowly sipping beer.
Ansellus says 'To cover up his use of magic.'
Vizgrathol says 'It was an accident, it seems.'
Ansellus snorts derisively at Vizgrathol.
Vizgrathol says 'What a fool he was.'
Vizgrathol gets some unleavened bread from a floating chest.
Vizgrathol finishes eating some unleavened bread.
Zorellaia stands up.
Veldren pauses and breathes slowly, appearing more calm as he relaxes.
Veldren says to Ansellus 'SSoo iif yeer deeaad, thee heell yeer sstaandiin' heeree wiith uuss?'
Scyreth looks at Ansellus.
Ansellus boggles at Veldren.
Andreste looks at Ansellus.
You say 'Dreams and shadows.'
Vizgrathol says 'Children do stupid things when they are afraid. Adults too.'
Ansellus says 'Hells if I know. You know what his guild was.'
You say 'Like... someone.'
l Zorellaia
The dark skin on this female drow is almost glowing shining ebony dark.
Her build is rather slight and all the features are slim, from tender
arms to the pointed small nose. The dark eyes are another shade of
black, this one more haunting somehow, the pale black abyss behind them.
One immediately noticeable feature is a jagged deep scar running
across her throat, from a seemingly fatal deep wound.
The figure stands about five and a half feet tall, but does not
seem small, whether it be presence or demeanor of the silver-haired
dark woman with no prominent muscles to speak of.
There are unnatural thin shadows surrounding her frame.
Zorellaia, a female dark-elf, is in perfect health.
Zorellaia is using:
(Glowing) a spider ring
(Glowing) a spider ring
a living Boa Constrictor
a moonstone choker
a black studded leather vest
a pagan mask shaped in the visage of an eagle
ice crystals that emanate plumes of frost
troll hide leggings
a pair of black leather boots with red stitching
(Glowing) some leather gloves with black inscriptions
some black leather sleeves with red stitching
a robe of living vines
a wide, black leather belt
an aquamarine bracelet
hardened moss troll hide bracer
the blade of cold iron named "Sterile Prayer"
a shield from the hide of a snow worm
Veldren says to Ansellus 'Yeer ssaayiin' yeer ssoomee kiind oof bloooody zoombiiee?'
Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.
Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.
Throwing back his head, Ansellus cackles with insane glee!
Veldren says to Ansellus 'IIn thee daamneed Viillaagee!?'
Ansellus says 'Who knows, Veldren? I still don't.'
You say to Ansellus 'That's kind of cool, if you are.'
smirk
You smirk.
Vizgrathol says 'Ehrlon does.'
Umbrand says to Veldren 'Calm down, Veldren. None of us know what any of this means.. not yet.'
Veldren says to you 'SShuut iit, Tiissssiiee'
Umbrand says 'But I can assure you.. Ansellus is not a zombie.'
Zorellaia says 'Zombie's hut. They should turn it into a friggin museum'
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
You say 'Says the dream of a portrait.'
snort
You snort.
Veldren says to Umbrand 'Yeer woouuld knoow, yeer aa daamneed paaiintiin' coomee too liifee'
agree Veldren
You nod agreeably at Veldren.
Veldren pauses and breathes slowly, appearing more calm as he relaxes.
Ansellus says 'I feel, I bleed. They don't bleed.'
Umbrand says 'I've seen a few zombies. They're hard to miss.'
Vizgrathol says to Ansellus 'We all bleed.'
Ansellus laughs heartily.
Scyreth looks at Ansellus.
Ansellus says to Vizgrathol 'So we're all zombies?'
Umbrand says 'They don't say that they aren't zombies either.'
Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.
Vizgrathol says to Ansellus 'False equivocation.'
Tristhana scribbles some notes on a parchment with a prolonged sigh.
Scyreth says to Ansellus 'But have burns!'
Vizgrathol looks at Ansellus.
Ansellus nods at Scyreth.
Ansellus says 'That I do'
Erithan says 'You all must be wondering why you're here.'
l Erithan
You do not see that here.
Vizgrathol stops using a swirling black orb.
Vizgrathol holds an iridescent orb in his hands.
Vizgrathol brandishes an iridescent orb.
Andreste smiles at Erithan.
l
The Cot-Lined Master Bedroom
A grand, canopied bed that appears designed to be the centerpiece of a master
suite has been stripped of its covers and soiled many times over. All around
it, crude cots are arranged haphazardly, but close together. A motley
assortment of fabrics are strewn about, partially covering many of the cots,
indicating they may have been used as sheets and blankets. Faint scents of
urine, child-sweat and dust mingle to form an odor at once nostalgic and
repulsive.
This area is burning!
A tall, cold glass mug holds amber colored beer here.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
Andreste the human is here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Vizgrathol stops using an iridescent orb.
Vizgrathol holds a swirling black orb in his hands.
l Erithan
You do not see that here.
Veldren curses loudly.
Veldren says 'Thoouught yeer aarssee waass deeaad'
Scyreth glances at Erithan and sniffs the air.
Umbrand says 'Erithan, is that you?'
Erithan says 'Your first mistake was believing that my arse is my arse.'
Vizgrathol says 'I don't mean to be a bother, but the room actively aflame while we have our
conversation.'
Ansellus laughs heartily.
Ansellus says 'Oh yess'
Erithan says 'It is, yes.'
Veldren leans over to peer behind Erithan.
Erithan says 'Or...'
Erithan says 'I suppose it isn't.'
Vizgrathol says 'Also true.'
Vizgrathol smirks.
Erithan says 'There are no flames and there is no room.'
You say 'Fire for them, memories for us.'
Vizgrathol says 'Perception and belief. Smoke and shadow.'
You grumble distractedly to yourself.
Ansellus says 'Who's head are we in, then?'
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Erithan says 'All of yours. None of yours?'
Zorellaia says 'It's not in the head, it's in the arse'
Zorellaia giggles with pleasure.
Vizgrathol says 'But it is material enough to impress upon us, yess?'
Erithan says 'A collective dream.'
Veldren says 'Thiiss baasstaard sspeeaakiin' iin ciirclee liikee thaat daamneed SSuunwaardeen'
Erithan says 'The realm of Dreams.'
Zorellaia stands up.
Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Scyreth says 'Scyreth dont dream.'
Vizgrathol nods at you in agreement.
Scyreth snorts.
Tristhana shivers.
Erithan says 'You do now.'
Erithan smiles happily.
Scyreth cocks his head sideways.
Scyreth utters the words, 'oculoinfra uizug'.
Zorellaia stands up.
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
Erithan says 'I'm afraid that some of you...'
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Zorellaia says 'Will not wake up'
Andreste looks at himself.
Vizgrathol fades out of existence.
Erithan says 'Some of you were never meant to leave here.'
glare Zorellaia
Ansellus giggles with pleasure.
You glare icily at her.
Ansellus says 'Burning again and again, joy is me'
Veldren says 'Yeeh? Try aand sstoop mee, yeer coouuldn't liikee tiimee II guutteed yeer aarssee'
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Vizgrathol says 'What a bother.'
Scyreth says to Umbrand 'That mean you. Scyreth never remember this place.'
Vizgrathol says 'I am simply far too busy to die, you see.'
Erithan says 'Die?'
Zorellaia says 'We're all long dead'
Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.
Erithan says 'You never lived.'
Zorellaia bonks Vizgrathol on the head for being such an utter moron.
Erithan says 'Or never were supposed to, anyway.'
Zorellaia stands up.
You say 'Lies.'
Umbrand says 'That is where you are wrong, Erithan.'
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Veldren says 'Thee heell yeer ssaayiin'?'
Veldren says 'SSpeeaak sstraaiight'
Umbrand says 'We've all lived our lives, made our own choices. Whatever we came from.. we all lived.'
Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.
Ansellus gets some stale bread from a cowhide knapsack.
Ansellus finishes eating some stale bread.
Erithan points excitedly at Andreste!
Erithan says 'Real.'
Andreste looks at himself.
Erithan points excitedly at Scyreth!
Erithan says 'Unreal.'
Vizgrathol says 'The circumstances of birth are irrelevant. That which was born of passion bears a life of its own.'
Erithan points at you.
Scyreth snorts.
You point at Vizgrathol.
Erithan says 'Real.'
You say 'Yay!'
You beam with pride at your recent success.
Erithan points excitedly at Vizgrathol!
Erithan says 'Unreal.'
Sweeping his cloak behind him, Vizgrathol bows deeply.
Veldren says 'Whaat'
frown
What's bothering you?
Vizgrathol says to Veldren 'Fire is hot.'
Scyreth says 'Lies!'
You say to Vizgrathol 'You're my favorite unreal ever.'
Erithan points excitedly at Veldren!
Vizgrathol says to Veldren 'Very very hot.'
Andreste's thirst hits him.
Erithan says 'Real.'
Zorellaia finishes eating a ball of pemmican.
Veldren wanders over to stand between Vizgrathol and Erithan, his spear lowered.
Erithan points excitedly at Zorellaia!
Erithan says 'Unreal.'
Zorellaia finishes eating a ball of pemmican.
Erithan points excitedly at Umbrand!
Andreste's thirst hits him.
Zorellaia says 'I'm very friggin unreal'
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The door creaks loudly as Vizgrathol opens it.
Ansellus has arrived.
Scyreth scans east.
l east
A door is covered in veins of black mold.
l
The End of a Dark Hallway
The carpet - although threadbare up the hallway - is downright plush here,
showing a design of tangled leaves of pink and gold against a royal-blue
background. The hallway is quite dark here, and there is little decoration
aside from a rather severe portrait on the southern wall. A fringe of black
mold grows upon a doorway to the east.
Andreste the human is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth utters the words, 'sagg eaaf'.
Scyreth turns translucent.
Scyreth utters the words, 'ghaiz gtui'.
Scyreth's skin turns to stone.
Vizgrathol leaves east.
Scyreth leaves east.
You follow Vizgrathol east.
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Ansellus has arrived.
Umbrand has arrived.
Vizgrathol pauses, a thoughtful look on his face.
Vizgrathol says 'Dead.'
You say 'Tissie...'
l
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Vizgrathol says 'Of what, though?'
Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.
l skeleton
The skeleton is mostly intact, except that its bones are cracked where black
mold has slurped the marrow. The bones are loosely sheathed in a modest
nightgown of a style that a wealthy old widow might favor. Beneath the
skeleton, mold spreads across the expensive, floral bedspread where it
followed rivers of necrotic fluids off the edges of the bed, like the black
wings of some deity of rot.
Veldren wanders over to stand before the skeleton.
Vizgrathol holds a perfumed cloth to his nose, frowning.
l
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren says 'SSoo whoo thiiss poooor feellaa?'
Veldren drinks peppermint schnapps from a wicked concoction.
Veldren drinks peppermint schnapps from a wicked concoction.
Ansellus says 'Nelcidra?'
Vizgrathol says 'That is her name.'
Scyreth says 'Is wife?'
Scyreth sits down and thinks deeply.
Vizgrathol says 'She likely poisoned that cup next to her, and drank it.'
You recall Tissie was your childhood nickname, from more innocent times.
Ansellus looks at Scyreth.
Scyreth nods.
Tristhana sighs with relief and then glares at Veldren.
You say to Veldren 'Why didn't you tell me all the others called *me* Tissie?'
l
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
Andreste the human is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Umbrand says 'You don't know that. She could've died from anything. Let's not start more wild
stories, hm.'
You say 'I thought I was a dream for a moment... I couldn't stand that.'
Veldren reaches up and scratches his head.
Veldren drinks peppermint schnapps from a wicked concoction.
Veldren drinks peppermint schnapps from a wicked concoction.
Veldren says to you 'Noow thaat yeer ssaay iit...'
Vizgrathol says to Umbrand 'The door was locked, and cannot be passed through with sorcery.'
Andreste says 'I'm still not convinced I'm not dreaming now.'
Ansellus finishes eating a side of deer venison.
Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.
Vizgrathol says to Umbrand 'She died, alone, in a locked room with a letter illuminating her
financial apocalypse.'
You say to Andreste 'You can lay back in one of the cots. Maybe we can dream like the old days.'
You feel your grip return to normal.
Veldren lets out a quiet chuckle.
Vizgrathol says to Umbrand 'One can infer that she likely drank poison when she learned the ill
news.'
You say to Vizgrathol 'Now, now, we can't be sure what the letter intended.'
Veldren says to you 'Wiissh II aaiin't foorgeet thaat oonee, thaat coouuld'vee beeeen fuun'
Vizgrathol fades out of existence.
You say 'It could have had sentience. A divine sheet of parchment.'
Vizgrathol leaves west.
Veldren leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
The End of a Dark Hallway
The carpet - although threadbare up the hallway - is downright plush here,
showing a design of tangled leaves of pink and gold against a royal-blue
background. The hallway is quite dark here, and there is little decoration
aside from a rather severe portrait on the southern wall. A fringe of black
mold grows upon a doorway to the east.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves north.
Scyreth leaves north.
You follow Vizgrathol north.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves north.
Veldren leaves north.
You follow Vizgrathol north.
At the Top of a Grand Staircase
The staircase terminates on an awkward platform that overlooks the grand hall
below. A massive chandelier hangs from the ceiling, with parts of it quite
close to the railing. Two smaller hallways lead off to the east and west, each
ending after just a few feet. To the south, a threadbare runner with floral
patterns leads down a dark hallway.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves south.
Scyreth leaves south.
You follow Vizgrathol south.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves west.
Veldren leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
The Cot-Lined Master Bedroom
A grand, canopied bed that appears designed to be the centerpiece of a master
suite has been stripped of its covers and soiled many times over. All around
it, crude cots are arranged haphazardly, but close together. A motley
assortment of fabrics are strewn about, partially covering many of the cots,
indicating they may have been used as sheets and blankets. Faint scents of
urine, child-sweat and dust mingle to form an odor at once nostalgic and
repulsive.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Umbrand has arrived.
You say 'I hate this room. Must we?'
Umbrand says to Vizgrathol 'People die daily withot being murdered, or killing themselves,
Vizgrathol. Most of Thera lives a nonviolent life. Shame you can't see that.'
Scyreth says 'book'
Ansellus has arrived.
Scyreth coughs loudly.
Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.
tremble
You tremble with suppressed emotion.
Vizgrathol says to you 'Did you see it?'
l book
The book's pages are speckled with a black dust that smells of mold. Many of
the pages are stuck together.
On the first few pages, there are scribbles and drawings of leaves. Several
of the following pages are stuck together.
Beyond those, there is some writing in a neat but childish script:
"...and I would name him Lonfedric so I could call him Lonnie because he will
be so cute! He will love me and I will love him and I will take him
everywhere I go and never leave him and we will live in the country away from
the city where the air is fresh and we will have so many flowers and plants
and fruits and we won't have to share everything like we do here and maybe
Erithan can come live with us though because he cooks really good and I can't.
Maybe when I get married I will cook better? Grumpy Vrimold told me that if I
can't cook no man will ever love me because that is all girls are good for so
I am worried because if I don't learn to cook maybe I won't ever get married
and Lonnie will be trapped in heaven and won't ever get to come down and be my
baby. I am going to be such a good cook and I'm going to make sure my baby
Many of the remaining pages are stuck together in a moldy clump.
A page in the middle section of the book appears to be mostly free of mold, as
does some writing in the back.
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
Vizgrathol whispers to you 'The book? Your journal?'
Veldren says to you 'SSoomeethiin' wroong, Tiissssiiee?'
Scyreth says 'Lonnie.'
Ansellus looks at you.
Veldren drinks peppermint schnapps from a wicked concoction.
Veldren drinks peppermint schnapps from a wicked concoction.
You say to Veldren 'Shut up.'
Veldren drops a wicked concoction.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Veldren roars with laughter.
Scyreth drinks water from a crude water skin made from the corpse of Lok.
l middle
"I don't know if I like some of the other kids here, especially the bigger
ones. I don't like how they pick on Dollerveim but I'm afraid if they see me
being nice to him they'll pick on me too. He is so nice and gives everyone
candy though so I wish other people would protect him more but I can't because
I'm not strong enough.
So many of us are sad. Like Veldren. He doesn't have a mom or dad or brother
anymore. It doesn't sound like they cared about him much. He makes me so sad.
Ahrloire is sad too I think but he maybe mistakes it for mad. He cuts up stuff
a lot, like the table in the dining room, and it's so ugly and mean what he
writes and draws.
I don't think I would be friends with these other kids if I were still in the
woods with Mom and Dad. I can't wait until they get back. I also can't wait to
see the look on Leopohl's face when he realizes how wrong he was because
people DO come back from Empire work camps. Mom and Dad promised they would
come back for me, and I'm supposed to believe stupid Leopohl over them? I
think Nastrella's mom and dad are dead, though, so I feel bad for her. She
always screams and hides whenever she hears any noises.
It was SOOO funny in a bad way the other day when she was shaking and crying
over animal noises outside. I looked out the window for her and it was Ehrlon
and Ansellus playing some kind of weird game. Ehrlon had pulled down his" --
Black mold makes the following cluster of pages illegible.
The back of the book, however, seems to contain more writing.
l back
"A guard stopped me the other day and asked where I lived so I told him I live
with Umbrand Ardenwood just like we decided. The guard said to tell Umbrand
or whoever that Nelcidra Ardenwood was behind on her "properly tacks is",
whatever those are, and that she might have her properly seized if she goes
another year like that. I said "thank you sir" and walked away and he didn't
follow. All I could think about was the other kids. I didn't want him to
find out about us and take away our home. It feels so silly saying good
morning and good night to Umbrand. Talking to a man in a painting is really
weird! We all wish he was our dad because he looks so nice and like he would
give the best hugs ever. I wish he was real.
The worst thing about Ahrloire is" --
None of the rest of the pages are legible. However, a folded piece of paper
is stuck behind the last page.
A warm breeze blows through the manor, and sounds of movement come from the master bedroom.
Veldren says to you 'SSuuree thiing, Tiissssiiee'
You say 'So many pages...'
Vizgrathol says 'And grombie too.'
Zorellaia stands up.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Vizgrathol leaves east.
Scyreth leaves east.
You follow Vizgrathol east.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves south.
Veldren leaves south.
You follow Vizgrathol south.
The End of a Dark Hallway
The carpet - although threadbare up the hallway - is downright plush here,
showing a design of tangled leaves of pink and gold against a royal-blue
background. The hallway is quite dark here, and there is little decoration
aside from a rather severe portrait on the southern wall. A fringe of black
mold grows upon a doorway to the east.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves east.
Scyreth leaves east.
You follow Vizgrathol east.
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves west.
Veldren leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
The End of a Dark Hallway
The carpet - although threadbare up the hallway - is downright plush here,
showing a design of tangled leaves of pink and gold against a royal-blue
background. The hallway is quite dark here, and there is little decoration
aside from a rather severe portrait on the southern wall. A fringe of black
mold grows upon a doorway to the east.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves north.
Scyreth leaves north.
You follow Vizgrathol north.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Veldren has arrived.
Vizgrathol leaves west.
Veldren leaves west.
You follow Vizgrathol west.
The Cot-Lined Master Bedroom
A grand, canopied bed that appears designed to be the centerpiece of a master
suite has been stripped of its covers and soiled many times over. All around
it, crude cots are arranged haphazardly, but close together. A motley
assortment of fabrics are strewn about, partially covering many of the cots,
indicating they may have been used as sheets and blankets. Faint scents of
urine, child-sweat and dust mingle to form an odor at once nostalgic and
repulsive.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
Andreste the human is here.
Scyreth has arrived.
Ansellus shudders at the thought.
Giggling fills the darkened room, along with the occasional shuffling among the children in their
cots.
Ansellus says 'Oh gods'
An older boy sharply shushes the room. The quiet lasts about eight seconds before someone breaks wind and everyone laughs.
One girl is quietly writing while another plays with flowers, seemingly indifferent to the
commotion.
Vizgrathol sits down and rests.
Soon, the children are snoring.
Umbrand says to you 'Is that your writing?'
Umbrand gets a water bag made from dried and wrinkled skin from the girdle of endless space.
Umbrand drinks water from a water bag made from dried and wrinkled skin.
Umbrand puts a water bag made from dried and wrinkled skin in the girdle of endless space.
Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.
Veldren wanders over to stand before a particular bed.
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Ansellus narrows his eyes dangerously.
You say to Umbrand 'It's obvious, isn't it?'
Vizgrathol says 'Ah - someone was an avid collector of stones.'
glare Umbrand
You glare icily at him.
Vizgrathol says 'Good spread - for a child.'
Umbrand says to you 'You were a sweet child, once.'
Scyreth says 'Scared of man.'
You say to Umbrand 'Until you left me.'
The room darkens.
Vizgrathol gets some unleavened bread from a floating chest.
Vizgrathol finishes eating some unleavened bread.
Scyreth cocks his head and sniffs the air.
Veldren raises his javelin warily.
Vizgrathol peers around himself intently.
Nastrella cries out, raising her arms defensively as thought fending off some inescapable beast.
Scyreth growls.
Veldren wakes up, soaked with sweat. He looks around to ensure all of the other kids are asleep before he begins to weep bitterly.
Vizgrathol says 'Her nightmares.'
"Brother... Vizz... please, I know you're alive out there somewhere..." He chokes on his sobs.
"Please be out there."
Veldren curses quietly to himself, before drinking heavily.
Zorellaia stands up.
Vizgrathol says with a beatific smile 'Here I am, brother.'
comfort Veldren
You comfort him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Vizgrathol comforts Veldren, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.
Zorellaia finishes eating a ball of pemmican.
You whisper to Veldren 'It was horrid for all of us. It is fine.'
Vizgrathol stands up.
Veldren says to Vizgrathol 'Biit bloooody laatee, Viizz, aass uussuuaal'
Zorellaia stands up.
Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Another girl opens her eyes halfway, sleepily whispering, "Oh Lonnie, I love you so much..."
Vizgrathol says 'There are some things that can't be helped, I am afraid.'
flinch
You flinch in obvious pain.
Zorellaia stands up.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Vizgrathol turns translucent.
Scyreth grimaces at Veldren.
Ansellus drinks water from a metal canteen insulated in a wolf's pelt.
Vizgrathol holds up one finger.
Vizgrathol peers around himself intently.
Vizgrathol holds up one finger.
You stop following Vizgrathol.
Vizgrathol leaves east.
scan e
You scan east.
l
The Cot-Lined Master Bedroom
A grand, canopied bed that appears designed to be the centerpiece of a master
suite has been stripped of its covers and soiled many times over. All around
it, crude cots are arranged haphazardly, but close together. A motley
assortment of fabrics are strewn about, partially covering many of the cots,
indicating they may have been used as sheets and blankets. Faint scents of
urine, child-sweat and dust mingle to form an odor at once nostalgic and
repulsive.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
Andreste the human is here.
(Translucent) Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
A chubby boy sits up and looks out at the portrait of Umbrand, smiling. "Good night, Dad."
Scyreth scans east.
Tristhana smiles.
Vizgrathol has arrived.
Ansellus sighs.
Vizgrathol pauses, a thoughtful look on his face.
Umbrand gasps quietly, taking a step back.
Scyreth flicks the toy with a chubby finger.
Vizgrathol says 'What did I miss?'
You whisper to Vizgrathol 'You missed Dollerveim saying goodnight to Umbrand's protrait.'
Vizgrathol says 'Ah, I see.'
Veldren says to Vizgrathol 'EEveerythiin', yeer baasstaard'
Vizgrathol frowns.
Zorellaia stands up.
Vizgrathol beckons for you to follow.
follow Vizgrathol
You now follow Vizgrathol.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
You join Vizgrathol's group.
Scyreth finishes eating a handful of minnows.
Another boy awakens with a start: "Her eyes!"
Scyreth finishes eating a handful of minnows.
"Shut up, Leopohl!"
Vizgrathol says 'The poor boy who witnessed the murer.'
Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.
l Zorellaia
The dark skin on this female drow is almost glowing shining ebony dark.
Her build is rather slight and all the features are slim, from tender
arms to the pointed small nose. The dark eyes are another shade of
black, this one more haunting somehow, the pale black abyss behind them.
One immediately noticeable feature is a jagged deep scar running
across her throat, from a seemingly fatal deep wound.
The figure stands about five and a half feet tall, but does not
seem small, whether it be presence or demeanor of the silver-haired
dark woman with no prominent muscles to speak of.
There are unnatural thin shadows surrounding her frame.
Zorellaia, a female dark-elf, is in perfect health.
Zorellaia is using:
(Glowing) a spider ring
(Glowing) a spider ring
a living Boa Constrictor
a moonstone choker
a black studded leather vest
a pagan mask shaped in the visage of an eagle
ice crystals that emanate plumes of frost
troll hide leggings
a pair of black leather boots with red stitching
(Glowing) some leather gloves with black inscriptions
some black leather sleeves with red stitching
a robe of living vines
a wide, black leather belt
an aquamarine bracelet
hardened moss troll hide bracer
the blade of cold iron named "Sterile Prayer"
a shield from the hide of a snow worm
Zorellaia pats herself on the head.
You say 'Yes.'
l
The Cot-Lined Master Bedroom
A grand, canopied bed that appears designed to be the centerpiece of a master
suite has been stripped of its covers and soiled many times over. All around
it, crude cots are arranged haphazardly, but close together. A motley
assortment of fabrics are strewn about, partially covering many of the cots,
indicating they may have been used as sheets and blankets. Faint scents of
urine, child-sweat and dust mingle to form an odor at once nostalgic and
repulsive.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
Andreste the human is here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Scyreth the half-drow is here.
Veldren the half-drow is here.
(WANTED) Ansellus the half-drow is here.
(White Aura) A sense of gentle authority surrounds Umbrand's tall, easygoing frame.
(White Aura) Zorellaia the dark-elf is resting here.
Vizgrathol fades into existence.
Vizgrathol's thirst scratches him.
Zorellaia stands up.
Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.
Vizgrathol says 'Goodness. What a sorry state he was in. Never found the killer either.'
Vizgrathol gets a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf priestess from a
floating chest.
Vizgrathol drinks water from a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf
priestess.
Leopohl tries not to hyperventilate as he rocks himself back to sleep.
Vizgrathol puts a crude water skin made from the corpse of an exiled dark-elf priestess in a
floating chest.
Veldren says 'IIdiioot aaccuusseed mee'
Scyreth utters the words, 'oculoinfra uizug'.
Veldren says 'AAnd diieed 'eemsseelf foor iit'
Veldren drops a cold mug of beer.
A warm breeze blows through the manor, and the sound of footsteps and grunting come from the top of the staircase.
Vizgrathol leaves east.
You follow Vizgrathol east.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Vizgrathol leaves north.
You follow Vizgrathol north.
At the Top of a Grand Staircase
The staircase terminates on an awkward platform that overlooks the grand hall
below. A massive chandelier hangs from the ceiling, with parts of it quite
close to the railing. Two smaller hallways lead off to the east and west, each
ending after just a few feet. To the south, a threadbare runner with floral
patterns leads down a dark hallway.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Ansellus has arrived.
Ansellus shudders at the thought.
Veldren has arrived.
Scyreth has arrived.
Umbrand has arrived.
Vizgrathol fades out of existence.
Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.
Looking pale, Ahrloire catches himself on the railing, kicking out a wooden support as he nearly
collapses.
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
Scyreth looks at the antlers on the chandelier.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
He dry heaves a few times and looks back up the darkened hallway, and then down at a key in his hand.
l antlers
You do not see that here.
He glances about and goes to hide the key under the runner, but the bump is too noticeable. His
gaze turns to the chandelier.
Ahrloire climbs over the railing and, gripping it tightly with both legs and one hand, he reaches
out and places the key in the chandelier.
l chandelier
Antlers of some great beast curl upwards, supporting wide, metal rings studded
with candle holders, most of which are empty. Below the antlers is a tier of
gilded material designed to look like ivy. The entire structure is secured to
the ceiling with a thick, iron chain.
He pulls himself back onto the platform and takes a deep breath before vanishing into the bedroom.
Vizgrathol nods.
Your vision blurs for a moment, and returns to normal.
Someone says 'A corpse in such a state must be rather difficult for a child to process.'
Your vision blurs for a moment before refocusing with greater clarity.
Andreste says 'key is in the candle holder of the chandelier, can't seem to grab it though'
Vizgrathol says 'It is little wonder that he was driven to vomit. He isn't used to seeing death -
not like us.'
Vizgrathol lifts a golden key engraved with an elaborate "A" briefly.
Andreste nods.
Umbrand says 'He was a child. No child should see that.'
Zorellaia stands up.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
A foul breeze rushes through the manor, smelling of deathly rot.
Vizgrathol leaves south.
You follow Vizgrathol south.
The Southern Wing of Ardenwood Manor
The threadbare runner that lines this hallway is in awful shape here, in front
of a doorway set into the western wall. To the north, however, it seems far
more fresh, as though little traffic continues past the doorway. The hallway
is musty and dark and no decorations are visible aside from a portrait of a
smiling man that graces the eastern wall.
A wicked looking mixed drink sits here.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Vizgrathol leaves south.
You follow Vizgrathol south.
The End of a Dark Hallway
The carpet - although threadbare up the hallway - is downright plush here,
showing a design of tangled leaves of pink and gold against a royal-blue
background. The hallway is quite dark here, and there is little decoration
aside from a rather severe portrait on the southern wall. A fringe of black
mold grows upon a doorway to the east.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Vizgrathol leaves east.
You follow Vizgrathol east.
A Moldy Bedroom that Smells of Death
Mounds of fuzzy, black mold coat every wall and hang in sheets from the
ceiling, thickening the air with moisture and spores. The centerpiece of this
fungal feast is a badly infested bed with a skeleton lying in its center. The
stench is absolutely primal, a perfume of alien life and oozing death. Some
letters and a dry cup rest upon a nightstand by the bed. A rotten dresser
slouched off to the side of the room, topped with a mirror fogged with
moisture and spores.
(Invis) (Translucent) (Slimy Sheen) Vizgrathol the half-drow is here.
Vizgrathol gets an oddly aromatic scroll from a floating chest.
Vizgrathol recites an oddly aromatic scroll.
Vizgrathol puts a golden key engraved with an elaborate "A" in a floating chest.
Vizgrathol gets a golden key engraved with an elaborate "A" from a floating chest.
Vizgrathol stops using a swirling black orb.
Vizgrathol holds an iridescent orb in his hands.
Vizgrathol brandishes an iridescent orb.
Vizgrathol stops using an iridescent orb.
Vizgrathol holds a swirling black orb in his hands.
Ansellus has arrived.
Vizgrathol gets some unleavened bread from a floating chest.
Vizgrathol finishes eating some unleavened bread.
Veldren has arrived.
Vizgrathol gets some unleavened bread from a floating chest.
Vizgrathol finishes eating some unleavened bread.
Scyreth has arrived.
Umbrand has arrived.
The bones begin to rattle.
A net of living spiders crackles softly as tiny bolts of lightning begin to play up and down it.
Veldren says 'Bloooody heellss'
Veldren stops using a barbed bone javelin.
Veldren wields a long rod of burnished silver.
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
Umbrand is surrounded by a white aura.
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'Hellooo, chiilldreennn!'
Scyreth utters the words, 'qaihfar hgruigrjqunsoqz'.
Scyreth flickers between translucence, normality, and nothingness briefly.
l Nelcidra
You do not see that here.
Ansellus shudders at the thought.
Veldren says 'II aaiin't noo bloooody chiild noo mooree'
Andreste says 'Hello.....'
Veldren pauses and breathes slowly, appearing more calm as he relaxes.
You say quietly 'Hello.'
Scyreth says 'Scyreth not child. Not ever live here!'
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'You aren't much of anything heeeeeerreeee...'
You say 'Well, neither are you, all things considered.'
Ansellus says 'Nor are you.'
Ansellus grunts something incomprehensible, not amused by his circumstances.
You grin evilly at him.
The slimy sheen slips away from Vizgrathol's flesh and armor.
You whisper to Ansellus 'Mages are faster.'
Ansellus glares icily at you, you feel cold to your bones.
The bones rattle with laughter.
Andreste concentrates for a moment, then resumes his position.
Zorellaia sits down and rests.
Vizgrathol mutters something quietly to himself.
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'I am the only one who belongs here, children.'
Tristhana ponders a moment, looking from Nelcidra to the bed.
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'You never did.'
Zorellaia stands up.
A sneer crosses the face of Zorellaia as her eyes flicker with a golden glow.
You say 'But we lived here... what do you mean?'
Veldren says 'IIn thiiss daamneed roooom oof root? Yeer caan sstaay heeree'
Ansellus says 'Agreed. And yet we're stuck in this mess.'
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'Here?'
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'Where do you think "here" is?'
frown
What's bothering you?
Veldren says 'AA sshiitee hoolee II sshoouuld neeveer haavee bloooody coomee baack too'
Umbrand says 'The children needed a home. All children should have a place to feel safe.'
Veldren gets a side of deer venison from a leather sack.
Veldren finishes eating a side of deer venison.
Scyreth scratches his dirty hair.
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Veldren drinks beer from a cold mug of beer.
Zorellaia is surrounded by a white aura.
You say 'The manor... the cots, I remember them. Not this rebuilt one but... it's close enough.'
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'Rebuilt?'
Tristhana looks befuddled and frustrated.
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'You have no idea, do you?'
Andreste says 'Do tell us.'
Vizgrathol turns translucent.
Zorellaia's features sharpen, taking on a more intimidating shape.
Vizgrathol says 'This is the same building.'
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'It is not a building at all.'
Umbrand says 'We're all a bit.. confused. Many of us remember living here, at one time.. or
something like here.'
Tristhana stamps on the floorboard with her foot insistently.
Vizgrathol has a mischievous gleam in his eye. What is he up to?
Umbrand says 'Then what is this place, Nelcidra?'
Vizgrathol says 'You didn't...'
You whisper to Vizgrathol 'Another dream? From the eye? Is this Organia?'
Vizgrathol nods at you in agreement.
Ansellus says 'Tell us. Go on. I beg you to burst this bubble'
Nelcidra Ardenwood says 'You still have more to remember.'
Ansellus giggles with pleasure.
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