Immersive Ink

doctorx wrote:
"Holy Thuul..." whispers Josiane, turning pale as she surveys the carnage; "How many lives have ended in this butcher's pit..?"

Striving to pull herself together, she says; "We should move on. The Lady favours us so far - our entry seems unnoticed, but I doubt that shall remain the case for much longer. Let us press our advantage while we may."

She cleans the filth of her kill from her blade but does not sheathe it. An angry, dangerous light flickers in her grey eyes...

waysoftheearth wrote:
Reversing back out into the passage, the marching order is thus reversed.

Now it is Mads, carrying his torch, who has the lead, followed by Percy, then Dorgan, and finally Josiane who is last to leave the meat locker.

The slain corpse is still in the dark passage.

Ahead, the corridor takes a sharp right turn. Behind it leads back to store room and the rear entrance of the warehouse.

What now?

sulldawga wrote:
Dorgan stops for just a moment to contemplate dragging the undead corpse back into the room but quickly decides he has no desire to even touch the corpse. Plus, the gore on the floor and walls is a dead (no pun intended) giveaway of what occurred here.

He turns back to his companions.

"Who are you lot anyway? Didja know we were gonna find all this in here?"

The dwarf will proceed along with the group while waiting for an answer. He's got his weapons at the ready, with one of his boot daggers replacing his loyal shield in his off-hand.

OOC: I don't suppose I was resting long enough to recover any hit points?

doctorx wrote:
"My name is Josiane, and all we had heard are rumours of misdeeds occurring within this benighted place, but this is beyond my worst fears," the Vagabond Knight whispers to the Dwarf as they advance.

waysoftheearth wrote:

sulldawga wrote:OOC: I don't suppose I was resting long enough to recover any hit points?

Alas, no. I'm not certain that being paralysed counts as resting.

However, Dorgan does have his hip-flask of Dwarf spirits if he feels in need of fortification.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Mads and Percy are intent on what lies ahead of them, and ignore the chatter behind.

Mads, torch held aloft, turns the bend in the passage and passes cautiously along its length. Two dozen strides further on the passage turns abruptly right again, while directly ahead is a waist-high railing which prevents further forward progress.

This is indeed a good thing, for the passage to the right is as much a ledge as it is a corridor for it overlooks a vast, dark vault from a height of some 20ft. This must be the main interior of the warehouse.

The company can just make out the huge volume of the space by grey slithers of light which pass through haphazard gaps between the timbers of the warehouse walls and pitched roof. The space must be two score yards long, and a score yards wide. The ground is accessible via a rickety wooden stair that descends from this mezzanine.

The main feature in the vast space appears to be a great, plain canvas pavilion which occupies some two thirds of the floor, and extends all the way to the front of the building. Strangely, it is a tent inside a warehouse.

There are also a couple of doors ahead of Mads, to the right side of the ledge, which lead into other rooms up here on the mezzanine level.

What now?

sulldawga wrote:
"You there... uhhh..." Dorgan pauses for a moment, tapping Percy on the shoulder, as he searches his memory for a name. "Hold a second, if ya mind."

The dwarf slips his dagger into his belt and pulls a hip flask, quite appropriately, from the belt hanging off his hip. He takes but a quick nip and immediately devolves into a coughing and wheezing fit that takes five or ten seconds to subside.

Straightening back out to his full height, Dorgan has a wide smile on his face, which seems to have recovered its usual ruddy glow. He replaces the flask and pulls the dagger back out from his belt.

"Percy, right? Try that first door while yer man there..." here the dwarf motions toward Mads "holds the torch high. I'm right behind ya."

doctorx wrote:
Josiane looks on in awe at this demonstration of the powers of Dwarvish healing.

Then she moves to the side of the door Percy is to open, sword in hand, ready to follow Percy and Dorgan into the room or to flank attack any horror that may try to get out.

waysoftheearth wrote:

doctorx wrote:Josiane looks on in awe at this demonstration of the powers of Dwarvish healing.

i.e., quaffing hard liquor.

doctorx wrote:

waysoftheearth wrote:

doctorx wrote:Josiane looks on in awe at this demonstration of the powers of Dwarvish healing.

i.e., quaffing hard liquor.

They never taught her anything about that in the Convent... ;D