RocEter wrote:"Wait." Julian says to the group. "Before we go deeper into the tunnels we should retrieve the ring from Great Aunt Luisa's hand so we can see what is inside that black box."
Tristan chuckles drily-
''Heh, I was wondering when we'd get back to doing that. I was ready for a nice ride in the fresh air. Besides, I really want to see Harold's face when we open the chest to reveal a hoard of gold, and not lead or petrified corpses."
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
As Julian leads the party out of the tunnels he is surprised to see an old face, Saverio Pancrazio. The old man stands with Roderigo awaiting the groups ascension. Both of them have nervous and suspicious countenances.
"Ah Julian," The old man says with a smile, "I see you've discovered the tunnels beneath the house. I'd always heard rumors that they existed. Tell me, find anything of interest?".
"Seven Seals...Seven Rings...Seven Brides for the Scarlet King..."
Tristan watches Julian's armor plated back for a brief moment. He says nothing. As soon as Saverio isn't looking in his direction, he flashes a quick side glance to Goran, with a worried look on his face.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Surprised to see his grandfather Julian doesn't answer the question immediately. Instead he watches both Roderigo and his Saverio silently for a moment. "Grandfather! What a pleasant surprise!" He says with a smile. "As for the tunnels they are rife with dark magics and undead! As much as I would like to go into detail right now, I can't. We have to return to the crypt, immediately." He says.
"Tristan, Tahl can you go find Harold? We will probably need his help." He says to them.
History prefers legends to men. It prefers nobility to brutality, soaring speeches to quiet deeds. History remembers the battle and forgets the blood. What ever history remembers of me if it remembers me at all, it shall only be the fraction of the truth.
Sebastian stands silently by Julian, letting his elder brother talk to their grandfather. He begins to fondle his holly symbol of Ezra as he watches Julian talk to Saverio, a man that Sebastain had never met as an adult.
"Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it."
Julian watches his grandfather closely. "Yes it is.." He says. Even when he hears the sound of music Julian continues to watch his grandfather.
Without taking his eyes off Saverio "Tahl, Tristan, Sebastian go check out the manor. It could be that ghost we encountered yesterday.." He tells them.
History prefers legends to men. It prefers nobility to brutality, soaring speeches to quiet deeds. History remembers the battle and forgets the blood. What ever history remembers of me if it remembers me at all, it shall only be the fraction of the truth.
Sebastian is visibly uneasy from hearing the music, for his memories of it are still fresh and very unpleasant.
"Y...Yes, Brother. I shall go, the other will need my help." says Sebastian as he follows Tristan and Tahl to the house. Turning to Saverio as he leaves, he politly bows and says, "Grandfather."
"Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it."
Tristan just nods to Roderigo, and then heads for the house at a brisk pace. Once clear of the greenhouse, he actually begins to run.
Flutes! This isn't good.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
''Harold? Agna? Emilio?''
Harold heads straight for the second floor.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Tristan and Sebastian do not notice anything, but Saverio seems to be fidgeting and hiding something from Julian. The Paladin does not feel as if the elder man is being truthful to him.
The flute music grows louder.
The music is now louder than it has EVER been. The whine shrieks through the greenhouse, cracking the various window panes into long spider webbing cracks. Saverio clasps both hands over his ears, his cigar falling from his lips, as does Roderigo. It is coming from the manor, like a cacophony of metal.
"Seven Seals...Seven Rings...Seven Brides for the Scarlet King..."
Reaching the second floor Tristan is immediately alerted to Miss Pheobe's room. Lying in the doorway is Harold: his eyes are dark black and blood runs from his ears and mouth. Miss Pheobe lies in the thresshold as well, a large crimson stain formed at her satin gown
"Seven Seals...Seven Rings...Seven Brides for the Scarlet King..."
