Baronfjørd "Blackberry" ChedgusahDragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03
HP: 9 / 24 Armor Class: 15 Conditions: N/A
Location: Township Square -> Municipal Building
Action: Investigate Arcane Circles (13)
Bonus Action: Absolute Disgust
“The evening continues to elevate itself to greater and greater heights.” BlackBerry grumbled, more at the drizzle than anything else. “If left unchecked we may find ourselves giddy in the clouds.”
He retrieved the scabbard Lady Kathryn had pointed out to him and after attaching it to his belt transferred the new short-blade to it, and it rested much more securely in it’s own home than it had in the other scabbard. Still he kept the first scabbard on him just in case, at least for now.
Following the part, he grimaced at the damp, and squalid state of the neglected courtyard. He kept looking over his shoulders expecting an attack, to hear the cries of a last stand or the poor fools left to defend the place, and was met with only the sound of the parties own footsteps upon the slick cobbles. BlackBerry stuck close to Lady Kathryn as they all filed into the building through the door, his eyes noting the broken lock, as the hammer in her hand lit up the entrance room they found themselves in. Casting his eyes around what little was illuminated he wasn’t terribly impressed; broken furniture, rubbish, leftover food, and various other unsavoury or unmentionable sights littered the place.
“My word. This place has seen better days, no doubt about that. No wonder those ruffians were so brutish. A place such as this would make anyone forget their manners.” He tried hard to pierce the shadows further past the dark portals to other rooms which the hammers light didn’t reach. “I do wonder just how long Cavendish had been running this operation.”
He followed after the others as they began the descent further into the darkness, deeper into the bowels of the building. The further they continued the stronger the smell of death and decay became, the smell so sickly sweet it turned rancid in the back of his throat. He pulled his scarf up over his mouth and nose in an attempt to block out the smell but it still found a way into his lungs.
The final room they found themselves in was the worst by far. BlackBerry felt his earlier meal threaten to return as he saw the grisly garlands decorating the old prison cells. BlackBerry could only nod in agreement to Kosaras suggestion to burn this place down, and hopefully ridding this plane of any trace of it. Trying his best to avert his gaze from the worst of the grisly sights and instead focused intently on the remaining Beast laid before them all on the centre table.
“This is obscene.” Horror, disgust, fear all poured out of his mouth in one muffled sentence from under his scarf.
He jumped when Lady Kathryn fired her crossbow at the Incomplete Beast and his eyes locked onto its rotten form expecting it to leap at them all in fury. But it didn’t and when he tentatively drew closer, emboldened by it’s stillness, he noticed in the meagre light it wasn't even stitched together like the other two had been; it was incomplete and forgotten.
“It appears this one was left incomplete. Regardless, I agree that we should get someone in here to cleanse this place of such a foul desecration. But of whom the locals worship I am uncertain, and even more so of how they would even go about such a task. Someone of Tyr’s flock at the very least I would suggest” Holding his breath he bent down to examine some of the arcane circles decorating the floor while taking care not to step upon the lines, or even worse the suspicious liquids splattered about in the dark. He tried hard not to shiver when his foot dipped into something he didn't want to know about. “What these circles and markings are for I am at a completely loss for as well. Likely they are something Cavendish and our a ‘Interested Party’ devised to bring those Beasts to life and do their bidding…Perhaps it is Necromatic in nature?”
The grimace of disgust was near audible in his voice when made the suggestion and pulled himself back upright.
“We might have better luck trying another room, Marita, if we are looking for clues. This may have been where the work was done but actual plans may have been drawn up elsewhere.” He suggested, already treading his way over strains and remains backwards the stairway.