Birthright: Promises to Keep, Chapter 2

[Adam]

Cormac shouts over his shoulder. "A were-creature. She magicked Foerde away and now she's comin' fer us?"

[kintire]

Sfana makes her way to the cellar entrance, then murmurs a spell. She becomes a wraith-like wisp which would normally be shadowy and hard to see, but seems more visible here. Still the wall can be seen mistily through her form, and no physical object can harm her. So protected, she begns to cautiously scout the cellar below

[alhoon]

Ugo watches, again in amazement as that big lady with the magicks becomes... vapor. He whispers to Filbert "can thee all change shape and size or what thee're made of?"

[ewancummins]

OUTSIDE FOERDE'S HOUSE

The party--minus Foerde-- has regrouped the house.

The man who had been cutting wood isn't standing anywhere in sight. Nor does the half-breed girl, Moll, seem to have remained with her minders.

The two elf prisoners watch events in complete silence (one from an awkward position, slung over Roald's shoulder).

[ewancummins]

SAFANA
SCOUTING THE CELLAR

Sfana makes her way to the cellar entrance, then murmurs a spell. She becomes a wraith-like wisp which would normally be shadowy and hard to see, but seems more visible here. Still the wall can be seen mistily through her form, and no physical object can harm her. So protected, she begns to cautiously scout the cellar below

She walks down the steps and then seeps though the thin crack between the closed cellar door and its heavy jamb.

Her conjured light has not yet failed, so she can see in the otherwise lightless chamber beyond the door.
Alcoves and shelves line the four walls of the large, low-ceilinged stone chamber.
A door hangs ajar in the middle section of the far wall.
The rays of her spell-lamp reflect off objects sheltered in the recesses of the alcoves; glint of gold and silver, prismatic sparkle of jewels, reflections on smooth glass.


The door at the far end opens wider and a blackened, bloated figure comes though, carrying a sack.
The ghul master!
The creature moves to the nearest alcove and scoops gemstones into its sack.

[ewancummins]

FOERDE

Foerde in the Stone Room

Foerde unsheathes his sword and walks towards the door, he attempts to open it.

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OOC: Foerde has his sword, armor, shield, holy symbol and some water on his person.

It seems to be locked.

He kicks the door, but it won't budge.

After a brief rest, he tries again, but the door holds fast.

[RocEter]

Foerde, Stone Room.

Foerde looks around the room, starting with the window. He looks outside and see what area outside is like.

[ewancummins]

FOERDE

Foerde, Stone Room.

Foerde looks around the room, starting with the window. He looks outside and see what area outside is like.

Beyond the bronze bars of the small window, he sees mountains spread out in the evening light. High peaks crowned with frost jut up through the blue mists. Lower, thick forest clings to the uneven slopes.
The window, so far as Foerde can tell, seems to be set in the high part of a tower.

[RocEter]

Foerde

He investigates the rest of the room, looking for a secret exit or entrance perhaps. If nothing turns up he goes back to kicking in the door.

[Varrus the Ethical]

ROAD
OUTSIDE FOERDE'S HOUSE

Cormac shouts over his shoulder. "A were-creature. She magicked Foerde away and now she's comin' fer us?"

"Well, that's different," Roald says. He settles the bound elf on the ground and draws his sword. "Reese, guard the prisoners. We'll wait for that thing to come out into the open."

[ewancummins]

ROAD
OUTSIDE FOERDE'S HOUSE

Cormac shouts over his shoulder. "A were-creature. She magicked Foerde away and now she's comin' fer us?"

"Well, that's different," Roald says. He settles the bound elf on the ground and draws his sword. "Reese, guard the prisoners. We'll wait for that thing to come out in the open."

''Yes, sir!"

Reese draws his dagger and moves towards the prisoners, keeping the weapon close to his body but ready for use.

[Varrus the Ethical]

OUTSIDE FOERDE'S HOUSE



Roald nods to his squire. "Good lad."

He returns his attention to the house, weapon ready. "So, Cormac, you were just exaggerating when you said weapons don't work on her, right?"

[RocEter]

Foerde

Foerde's quick scan turns up nothing of interest and no secret doors built in the bare stone walls made by a fine mason. He approaches the door, for a third time, and begins chanting in Andu. At the end of his chant, his forearms and hands transform. His plate covered forearms are now thick skinned and covered in fur. His fingers have been replaced by long razor sharp claws.

With his new found, bestial strength he once again attempts to smash down the door.

[ewancummins]

Foerde

Foerde's quick scan turns up nothing of interest and no secret doors built in the bare stone walls made by a fine mason. He approaches the door, for a third time, and begins chanting in Andu. At the end of his chant, his forearms and hands transform. His plate covered forearms are now thick skinned and covered in fur. His fingers have been replaced by long razor sharp claws.

With his new found, bestial strength he once again attempts to smash down the door.

Foerde batters the door, tearing into the wood with his claws, cracking the heavy planks with repeated blows, until the panel splits into pieces.
Now only fragments hang from twisted, broken hinges.

Beyond the door, Foerde sees a dim spiral stairway, running up on the left and down on the right.

He hears footsteps echoing off the narrow stone walls. Sounds like someone coming-- several creatures or persons, moving from above and below.

[RocEter]

Foerde

He wastes no time, he begins to chant in Andu while holding his holy symbol. At the end of his chant he unsheathes his war sword and shield. Foerde will take his stand here in the hallway.