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Much like Ralorin and Amathel, Heinrich figured he might want to report his findings to Elias. He left the study to go back downstairs; though, he was certainly in no hurry as he still wanted to investigate the books. As he approached the man, “[color=snow]Sir, I believe that there is certainly something off about this place. When we entered, I almost instantaneously felt quite stuffy and claustrophobic, which may imply a form a magic on the house. Furthermore, I found this alongside a skeleton in the study and it seemed that there could be a creature in the wine cellar, as well as it said stating that something kept this man from leaving.[/color]” Heinrich held out the wrinkled parchment to Elias, wondering what he would do about the situation.

Elias snatched the note authoritatively. With brows furrowed he began to read the note with hushed muttering. “[color=olive]Poor sod, it says something was in the house.[/color]” Elias’ gaze arose from the note towards the second floor. He paced back and forth slightly as he surveyed the area above the two. “[color=olive]It’s likely not alive or long gone, but I’d keep your head about you. May be best to warn the others to do the same. First sign of trouble and we leave, immediately.[/color]”

Heinrich did not take long to formulate a response to Elias, speaking clearly a decisively, “[color=snow]Sir, with all due respect, I feel as if that we may have no choice. If there really is magic that kept this man trapped in here, there may be a chance that it is still active and effecting us. We could certainly try to leave, but I am skeptical.[/color]”

Elias scoffed as if to assuage his rousing anxiety, shrugging off Heinrich’s assertion he made his way hastily towards the doors of the estate. Reaching out his hand to push open the doors he felt a sudden force push him back, knocking him back in the process.

“[color=olive]Minerva’s tits, it’s always bloody magic,[/color]” through aching bones the warden managed to make it back on his feet with only a few groans of pain. “Well, you figured out that we’re stuck in here. I don’t suppose you’d know how to make us ‘un-stuck’ would you, lad,” he asked before turning back to Heinrich. 

“[color=snow]I could certainly try to blow a wall down, but I’m afraid of the spell rebounding back at me. Though,[/color]” Heinrich smiles that arrogant Wolfram smile, “[color=snow]at least a Wolfram’s intuition is never wrong. I will see if there are any spells in my tome that will allow us a safe exit from this place.[/color]” Heinrich bowed his head slightly before walking back to the stairs and to his place in the study, flipping through the pages of the ‘Book of Red’ to see if the the Witch had left something that may have mention to something like this, though he had his doubts.

With Hadar in tow, Anwyn hurried from out the dining area arriving just in time to watch Elias get blown back from the door. "[color=gold]I knew something wasn't right about this place![/color]" Watching Elias stand back up and Heinrich head back upstairs to the study, Anwyn returned her focus to her ward. "Here, Hadar and I found a skeleton and this note in the Kitchen. Looks like things didn't end so well for whoever lived in this place.

Elias took Anwyn’s note still a bit taken aback and dazed by having been so abruptly dumped onto the floor. “[color=olive]First some sort of monster in the cellar, and now a murderer. Driskard’s going to have me flogged for this.[/color]” Pressing two digits against the bridge of his nose Elias took a deep breath. “[color=olive]Well it’s likely that whatever in the ten realms killed these people is long dead. Let’s just figure out a way of getting out of here.[/color]” 

Heinrich had frozen on his spot of the stairs when he had heard Anwyn begin speaking, and once he turned heard Elias once more, he snapped the book shut. “[color=snow]Though it seems that conventional means of escape are deemed impossible, it could be possible that the source of what’s causing this is in the cellar, creature or not. If we need to, we could brave that place in hopes of other clues. Though, there could be a creature that may not be affected by starvation or age. A magical creature in some capacity could likely survive for a while, and there is no feeling if it had preyed upon others that had come through, if they came through.[/color]”

"[color=gold]I can help with that.[/color]" Gripping her songblade, Anwyn unsheathed her songblade and held it out. The unsheathing of the hollowed out blade created a low hum, feeling it's vibrations run through her body the Siren released a breath of confidence. Playing her instrument, she could call forth the [color=8882be]Wil[/color][color=8493ca]l-o'-[/color][color=7ea7d8]Th[/color][color=00aeef]e-Wi[/color][color=0076a3]sps[/color]. The atmospheric ghost lights would light the way before them, and if anything malicious, creature or entity alike, the Wisps would turn a bright red should they encounter anything while leading the party into the Cellar.

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Upon playing her song the wisps hummed for a few moments. There was a guttural silence that permeated the manor as the party looked on. [color=seashell]The w[/color][color=antiquewhite]isps'[/color] [color=fdc68a]hummi[/color][color=f7976a]ng bec[/color][color=f7941d]ame more[/color] [color=f26522]violent[/color] [color=ed1c24]and sour as an[/color] [color=9e0b0f]intense red color befell their light.[/color]

As if in response the magic a most harrowing cacophony of screams surrounded the walls of the manor. The blood-curdling cries were as sharp as a vicious wind, and enough to disorient a deaf man.Whatever the source of the noise it was clearly monstrous. The creature lurking from outside let out charred cries that cut like glass. Its scream was otherworldly as if it tore into some ephemeral veil between the realms. The screams multiplied and swelled around the party. There was nothing to be seen inside of the manor, but the horror that must’ve awaited them outside…

Elias gripped onto his sword harshly, but even in his attempts to maintain composure his sword-arm quivered anxiously. “[color=black][i][b]Banshee…[/b][/i][/color]” he muttered.