[right][h3][b][i][color=a187be]Chanteuse Amaranthine[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=a187be]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=a187be][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Laboratory (Attic) 
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Charisma, Dexterity 
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	The sounds of holding back the probable tide of vomit kept emanating from Amaranthine as she bent over the container. Dry heaves that threatened to turn into something more drastic and volatile at any moment. Quinton seemed to not want to be there when she finally threw up and left the room, left them alone. Amaranthine could hear the door open, it close, then one lock, and a second. The dry heaving continued for a few more moments until Swamp spoke. It was at that time, Amaranthine stopped and righted herself. Taking a deep calming breath before looking over at the doctor. [color=a187be]"Please hold your applause until the end of the performance,"[/color] she said with a bashful grin. [color=a187be]"It would take a bit more than that to ruffle my stomach,"[/color] she admitted. Not that she liked the sight of the Lords entrails but it was no enough to make her actually want to throw up. The woman was hell of a performer when she chose to be. Coughing she cleared her throat a bit more as she looked around the room. She would have adored to have a drink of water right then but she figured they had little time. 

	[color=a187be]"People dying, being murdered, people vanishing, lights going out, I can only take so much,"[/color] she said as she reached into her corset between her breasts and pulled out a ring of keys. Downstairs she had [i]bumped[/i] into Quinton when she was going to see what the screaming had been about, apparently the man didn't notice that she had lifted his keys from his body. [color=a187be]"A lady must be prepared,"[/color] she said as she held them up in the low light of the room. [color=a187be]"I wouldn't risk the main door but there are others, we should check before he returns."[/color] There were three others that she remembered when they came in. One to the north end of the room, one on the southeast, and one at the west. It was only a suggestion and it was clear there was panic now on Amaranthine's features. The fear wasn't an act but apparently the need to throw up was. 

[right][h3][b][i][color=rosybrown]Hello Darkness My Old Friend: Part 3[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=rosybrown]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]
	[color=ed1c24][i]*Remember, roll request can be placed at the bottom of the post and results will be posted in the next update. Still dark, so remember the general rule of thumb, unless someone says something you don't know what they are doing. Rolls for movement because there is a group, have to see if you bump into someone or something.[/i][/color]

	While Rave would love to be able to think of some way to start a fire so they can have light in the room, nothing is coming to mind. She doesn't think anything on her own person could do the trick and she doesn't know what the others have on them. Nothing that people were wearing sticks out in her mind to help with the task either. Moss is going to have a little better luck. Feeling around the bed, he is going to note the metal frame and the overly dry mattress. It has a slight scent of charring to it. Feeling under the bed, it is easy for Moss to feel where the bottom of the mattress was burned at one point. They might be able to use some of these materials to start a fire but it would take a closer feeling. To do that though, someone is going to have to flip the mattress over to get a better feel for it since it is hard with reaching underneath it. It's a start. 

[right][h3][b][i][color=f26522]Mr. Titian[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=f26522]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=f26522][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: ? -> ? (Attic)
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Wisdom
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Titian took a deep breath, slowly pulling the door open to the next room. Not really sure where he was going. He nearly stepped out when he heard foot steps and someone bump into something. Stopping in his tracks, he peeked out the door and spotted a light. It was Quinton, running his head into one of the rafters. Freezing, he watched the man rub his head by the low light of the lamp Quinton was carrying before making his way down the stairs they had been lead up. Waiting for the light to fade, Titian opened the door more, slowly stepping into the next room. Okay, well that was one guard that wasn't on the attic floor but where there others? He knew there hadn't been any in the room with them in the Confinement room but that didn't mean there hadn't been one posted outside the main door. 

	Think Titian, think. Did you hear other foot steps? Would they have heard you breaking something? Would someone have said something when Quinton hit his head? This was not his strong suit, so try as he might the man wasn't coming up with any great plan of attack or escape right then. He just kind of stood there in a bit of a stupor in the south end of the east room wondering what to do next. Should he back track now that he saw Quinton leave? Should he follow the man and see where he goes? Should he work his way around and see if there is a guard on the other door? Should he try to find Swamp and Amaranthine? He had told the woman to stay out of it, tried to warn her back downstairs when she had bumped into Quinton but she didn't listen. No one seemed to listen to him. Hell, he didn't listen to himself. Okay Titian, think think think...