Elias looked back to the Caracan woman. "[color=olive]The first lesson to learn in Vicelles,[/color]" he started with a grunt before shifting the husks that he carried on his shoulders. "[color=olive]The first lesson to learn is that [i]it's never survivors[/i]. Now let's make haste for the manor. As dreary as it is we'd do best to keep sheltered from the cold.[/color]" 

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It took only a few forceful pushes before the doors to the manor churned open with an awful cacophony of hisses and creaks. As you and your party made your way inside there was a force of air that brushed past you. The stink, the dust and decay were eager to escape their imprisonment. The wood floors of the manor moaned beneath your feet. 

[color=9e0039][b]Heinrich[/b][/color], [color=forestgreen][b]Ralorin[/b][/color] and [color=gold][b]Anwyn[/b][/color] could feel an energy swelling in this place. It was a most eerie and cumbersome feeling that barraged their senses, both. 

The foyer was decorated quite lavishly with maroon carpets and curtains. Despite the cobwebs and grime it was obvious that this place had once been home to someone with impeccable taste. To your immediate left was a small lounge area with seating beside a fireplace. To your right was an entrance way in what appeared to be a dining area. Ahead of you was a stairwell with a small door alongside its wall. On each side of the stairwell was a door to a room. The second floor landing was square in shape and looked over the entirety of the foyer. A few of the curtains along the windows were pulled open. The light from Ithea’s two moons peaked through as dust danced about the air in their rays of light. 


“[color=olive]Hm, a fireplace. We’ll see if we can make do with this.[/color]” Setting the bodies of the recently departed hollow men on the ground, Elias began pulling at their limbs. “[color=olive]The Order shan’t miss these,[/color]” he mustered through gritted teeth as he continued to pull. Eventually the gaunt bodies of the creatures gave way. Elias coughed slightly at the ooze leaking from the wound. He turned to face the party as he did so. “[color=olive]Hollow men make excellent kindling,[/color]” he lectured. 

Before anyone could respond a hideous shriek rang out from outside of the manor. 

Trying his best to ignore the sound Elias continued organizing the kindling. “[color=olive]You’d best make yourselves comfortable for the night. We’ll leave for Fort Stag at sunrise.[/color]” With one final forceful pull of another limb Elias sat back for a moment. His beard was splattered with the yellow-green mucus from the extraction. 


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