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*Chapter 1: Richemulot * Finished
« on: July 12, 2013, 01:51:44 AM »
It's been two years since you first came to reside in the ancient structure, known collectively to the Kargat, as La Maison Soulombre.
Knowledge of its existence is carefully controlled, restricted to Brethren who have proven their dedication to the Kargat's goals and politics. Including yourselves and Snorri there are 15 members that take up permanent residence here. But other passing agents do sometimes come through.
Kargat members who cross between Darkon and the Southern Core, or vice versa, are enjoined to take shelter here. Benefiting from the strong group of Kargat controlling the monolith, and also its precautions against their movements' being revealed. Nonetheless, stories that the residents of La Maison Soulombre have been quietly working on something elaborate have seeped out to the populace. Possibly even the Darklord of Richemulot.

Inside La Maison Soulombre, certain tunnels and rooms change daily. Much of the megalithic structure has been sealed off,  by the Snorri to discourage looters, or (more subtly) to secure the site and lock away several of his dubious were-rat  experiments. Snorri has added his own protective spells to certain parts of the building, Both to prevent fires from spreading in the library, and to frighten away people outside with illusions that are nearly real.
The Main Hall is one of the most stable and safest places. Its a extremely large gathering room with a ring of eight smoky, guttering torches, ever-burning and never exhausted, which illuminate the chamber. Circling that is a shallow furrow in the stone, which the Kargat fill with holy water as an abjurative precaution, fearing a Darklord might be spying. A length of heavy chain dangles from an eye bolt at mid-ceiling, and streaks of blackened stone, permanently shadowed, show where the ancient framework of beams were once positioned.
At the center of the chamber, hemmed in by a gauntlet of painted ritual circles, warding spells, and acidic booby-traps, a solid oaken pedestal rises to knee height. Carved with images of the Darkonian mythic. Snorri has resorted to what most here would call extreme measures to gather information, summoning and binding is very rare, and extremely dangerous in Ravenloft.

The Pit goes from 10'ft - 30'ft across. Its depth appears to fluctuate widely. Its paired staircases sometimes taking mere seconds to traverse, other times, many minutes or even a few hours. Descending from above, new arrivals pass through a darkened patch of stairs on which no light source, natural or otherwise, suffices to illuminate more than three or four adjacent steps Those traversing either stair invariably lose their sense of direction in this area, and must resort to running their hands along the walls in order to reassure themselves that they are still advancing up or down. Ascending either stairs with anyone for more than a few steps invariably causes people to lose sight of the other, although both can be seen ascending into the darkness when viewed from floor level.
Many have resorted to flying or other means of moving down the pit.
In the Underground area.The stonework walls vary, in areas it resembles a typical basement -- complete with rodent infestation and crumbling mortar --,  in others its more cavernous like while its torrid temperature, sweltering humidity, and fetid aromas are reminiscent of the deep bayou. An occasional rat or black widow spider skitters across the grimy flagstone floor, and water drips down from a distant, unseen ceiling, obscured by impenetrable blackness some distance overhead. No matter how brightly illuminated is the room below, this overhead darkness remains undiminished. Decrepit, malodorous, and with a climate fit to make even the calmest of folk sweat like pigs, The underground area conveys a sense of confinement akin to being buried alive.


Two weeks ago Snorri first informed the group about finding information of a small sect of adventurers dissapeared in the domain of Barovia. He has sent for more Kargat replacements and decided to send you, the strongest members of his team to investigate. Since then he has been continously divining and researching.
The short passage Snorri discovered mentions three holy shrines dedicated to the saints, as well as two powerful artifacts. One is a holy symbol thought to be a part Ravenloft it self. The other is said to be the power of the Sun. He has been able to determine that all of that information is true. The Mists have prevented him from seeing where these items may be found, but he is certain they are there. Since he must remain at the Maison Soulombre, he has arranged for his personal assistant Gevyen to follow and help you. The trip can be extremely dangerous though. Many Kargat have travelled to the Southern Core only to never be seen again.





As Sun sets the autumn wind blows cold with the promise of frost tonight as the sky darkens over Pont-a-Museau. Motes of dust dance in the light, stirred up from the floor by your presence as the group makes its way through the mazelike complex.
Gevyen has gathered you all and asked that you follow him. He has taken you deep within La Maison Soulombre, to a small tunnel that had previously been sealed. When you reach the end you come to a unusually small and wide door. Gevyen ushers you all into the room and closes the odd little door behind you.
The room inside is all wood, and is 40 feet in diameter. Beams of wood rise up from the sides of the room to meet at the center. Forming some sort of odd looking archway. Candles at the base of each beam cast an eerie light into the room, and a small starwell sits under the very center of the arch.
At the far end of the room, three long chains stretch from the walls, holding a black, metallic circle taught about six feet above the floor. On the ground, a circle of five-foot radius is marked out with red candles, each of which is wrapped in a chain over which the red wax drips and melts.
Kneeling in the middle of the circle is Snorri, caked in sweat, his face pointed upwards towards the black metallic device that hangs above. His arms are held out before him, suspended only inches above two tall, red candles.
Even from here you can see the angry, reddened flesh just above the flames. Piercing the skin on each of his forearms are two large hooks, attached to a chain that reaches down to two metal weights lightly resting on the ground. The sleeve's of his robe have been rolled up, revealing an arm networked with scars, angry red burn marks, and scabby wounds.
As you watch, he shudders and lifts his arms slightly from the burning flames—only to make the hooks pull sharply at his flesh, a trail of blood dripping down the rusty chain. As he peers upwards, his irregular breath reminds you of sobbing—or is that laughter?

Gevyen begins to approach the smaller circle They are here master, are you ready?
"No, please—  . . . not yet, don’t come closer. I always . . .   learn so much from this.”
Snorri's glazed eye seems to both confirm his wish and yearn for escape at the same time. His face is a twisted mesh of pain, determination and revelation that is nothing less than confusing.
Geveyen turns back towards you all. Hmm sorry.. I thought he would of finished by now. Lets wait for him in the private study for a moment. Its down the stairs. He leads you down the narrow stairwell for nearly 3 minutes before you enter into a large auditorium styled room.

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Sorry about that... The Soulombre house never ceases to amaze. This is Snorri's personal study, he will be with you all in a moment. There is all sorts of books and oddities around to keep you occupied. He has some important information to go over with you. It shouldn't be long, I'm going to head back and help him finish up. After that he promptly leaves.


((hey all - all pics of the haunt, snorri and gevyen can be found in the other thread.
so I will be using Red and Maroon for NPC speech. you all of course know each other so don't bother with the intro's, you're all the strongest of the kargat present at haunt. btw its assumed that you are always battle ready here at the haunt. its not unknown for things to pop out of nowhere.
also for now, please post your character name at the top of your post. just so i can keep track easier.))
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #1 on: July 12, 2013, 03:38:30 AM »
Kwah-Yah
Standing tall at 7ft, Kwah-Yah is always seen wearing heavy robes over his armor and equipment, covering all of his body and down to the tip of his 'feet', with a hood over his head. He walks with a slump, in an unnatural uneven manner, his back bent and giving him the appearance of a hunchback, the sides of his robe moving about, as four of his tentacles are kept inside so as to try and give the appearance of a bit more normality, but the two tentacles that he uses as hands hang from the side of the robe, covered by the sleeves up to the tip of the wrist. At a distance, it would seem to be of an unnaturally pale and sickly color, covered with scabs and marks not unlike those of leprosy, but in a closer inspection are seen to be small suction cups, like those of an octopus, as well as dozens of small round protrusions that rise a few millimeters above the scaly, leathery skin. His bulk is huge, like that of an amazingly strong man, but even from a distance, you can tell that it is no man, but a monster, which hides inside those robes.

As he walks into the study, he pauses, and takes the time to walk around the room, trying to notice anything odd, as well as taking note of the disposition of the furniture, entrances and exits, and whether it was disturbed recently - and by what.
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #2 on: July 12, 2013, 03:42:21 AM »
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #3 on: July 12, 2013, 08:23:44 AM »
RIEK

As always, Riek remains silent. He always tries his best to make no sound at all and this occasion is no exception, specially after witnessing the scene as Snorri tortured himself. Riek never really understood that guy's motives and actions, but he learned the hard way to keep his impressions to himself. As usual he is wearing a simple outfit. A (mostly) clean, wool shirt under his armor, simple pants, boots, and a ragged cloth over everything as a long poncho. All that clothing found scaveging around. For now he wears nothing over his head, but he already expressed his need for a hat.
Riek stands in a corner and watches as Kwah-Yah searches around. With no intent, actually. Just to keep his mind busy.
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #4 on: July 12, 2013, 10:29:27 AM »
Mercutio

Having never mastered the art of keeping his mouth shut, Mercutio barely waits til Gevyen is out of the room to blurt out "By the gods I'll never understand why a man would do that to himself. I think I could better understand what's going on in that tentacled mop of Kwah-Yah's... no offense Kwah-Yah... As full of monsters as this land is, I think the humans take the cake as the oddest and most incomprehensible of the lot."

As he paces around ranting, he pulls out a flute and puts it to his lips and begins playing an oddly lilting tune that is at once playful and somber. His music is frequently the only thing that shuts him up, so whether you enjoy it or not, it's likely a welcome respite from his constant blathering. He currently appears to be a comely half-elf man, which he claims is his "true form", but you all know that he definitely has scaly wings which reveal themselves from beneath his cloak as needed. Those who have touched him (or sensed his skin in a non-visual way) also know that the rest of his body is likewise covered in scales, and that his face has a distinctly reptilian appearance beneath his illusory facade.
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #5 on: July 12, 2013, 10:46:19 AM »
Kwah-Yah

"None taken. I'm a practical mind. I was tossed at sea as an abortion at birth, raised myself. I only think about doing things fast and efficient, that's why i'm good at my job." - His voice is rasp and gargling, like that of a drowning man, but imposing, and it reverberates throughout the room.
"Talking about being practical, why don't we just go kick Von Strahd's butt until he tells us where the darn thing is? If the thing is in Barovia, a Darklord would know, i wager. - He blurts out a maniacal laughter - "I'm itching for battle. Last time i was in Barovia i couldn't show my face for a split second before i had to bash a few heads in so as not to go burn in the stake." - Spits in the floor "Xenophic freaks! I hate this place." - Kwah-Yah resumes checking out the place.
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #6 on: July 12, 2013, 12:09:01 PM »
RIEK

In a calm voice, Riek answers Kwah-Yah, "Patience, friend. Even though you're strong, I can asure you he's got stronger people on his side. One thing I learned from this place is that there's always something bigger hidden in the shadows."
Sneaky_Sable: "Keep the Omega Whatever, I'll take that Dagger. Nice to meet you *sneak attack* I hope everything's alright *sneak attack* how's your liver been *sneak attack*..."

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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #7 on: July 12, 2013, 12:12:40 PM »
Mercutio trills along on his flute with the conversation, almost as if he's providing musical accompaniment for what's being said.
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #8 on: July 12, 2013, 01:19:34 PM »
Alphonse

Mercutio, it is not our place to question our Master's methods.  Though they may seem... distasteful to some, I'm sure they are the most efficient means to achieve the answers we seek. 

(Directed at Kwah-Yah) Remember that the most direct path is not always the most efficient.  You of all people should know that the drawbacks of creating a disturbance often outweigh the benefits.  We should not shy away from a fight if it comes to that, but assaulting Strahd's castle and demanding answers will likely only impede our ability to get them. 
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #9 on: July 12, 2013, 03:25:31 PM »
Mercutio stops playing long enough to chime in with "And get us killed." and then puts his flute back to his lips.
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #10 on: July 12, 2013, 03:56:57 PM »
"That may be so, but i still don't like to sit idly by twiddling my thumbs while someone else does all the work. Everyone dies one day." - For a moment, he doesn't even sound like the usual barbarian, but almost philosophical - "But every dog has his day. I'll get to bashing heads soon enough." - And he's back to his usual self.
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #11 on: July 12, 2013, 05:43:40 PM »
Zero Wolf is a lanky man with a black bird's head. His eyes are so yellow, they almost glow with in inner light. The few clothes he wears are rough cut, and very light and flowy. From under the cloth, you see that his arms appear to have dark brown feathers along the back side.
Looking nervously at the close quarters of the stairwell, he transforms into a black headed sparrow, slowly lifting off of the ground and quietly flies down the pit, keeping pace with the others. While the others are standing at the base, he slowly circles above their heads.

Looking a little green, grumbles It's just too unnatural to do that to one's body.

I see a need to assault that stronghold for all of the destruction it has caused. But only once we are strong enough to succeed.
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #12 on: July 13, 2013, 12:31:44 AM »
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You all can hear Snorri and Gevyen making their way down the stairs. They should be arriving shortly.
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #13 on: July 13, 2013, 02:30:14 AM »
((profgear is having net problems and texted me to post for him))

Valrin was sitting on his companions shoulders quietly surveying the room. After listening to everyones opinion he turned to ZeroWolf and said I don't know if we could ever be that strong. Not if he is on par with Azalin. He climbs down off the half-orcs back and continues I just want to get home.. I could care less about the Baron of Barovia
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #14 on: July 13, 2013, 08:46:55 PM »
VALRIN! Kwah-Yah yells. Come over here. I want you to have a look at these. Then tell me what you can gather from that - Kwah-Yah sounds somewhat concerned.

OOC: I'm talking specifically about the big leather-bound book, but also about all those other books abou Ravenloft that are sitting there. Sure do hope professor's character has some way of insta-reading those books...
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #15 on: July 13, 2013, 10:00:59 PM »
"I don't think Snorri will be pleased to find you messing with his belongings."
Sneaky_Sable: "Keep the Omega Whatever, I'll take that Dagger. Nice to meet you *sneak attack* I hope everything's alright *sneak attack* how's your liver been *sneak attack*..."

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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #16 on: July 13, 2013, 11:15:56 PM »
"I don't think Snorri will be pleased to find you messing with his belongings."

Didn't touch anything. Just looking around. Can't be too careful...
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #17 on: July 13, 2013, 11:22:08 PM »
((still posting for Profgear-  :-\ ))

Valrin and his cohort Punka walk over to the table. Hmmm lets see... Looks like there is a few of Van Ritchen's guides. Van Ritchen's guide to the undea.. He stops mid-sentence as his gaze finally reaches the large tome under the raven statue. Valrin looks up to Punka. Whats that? The large half-orc shrugs his shoulders and Valrin continues. Lets see if we can find out.

Valrin begins to cast a spell, and Punka follows suite casting his own spell. They both stand there for a moment scrutinizing the book.
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The half-orc Punka staggers back rubbing his eyes. Itz bright. After a moment Valrin turns to you Kwah-Yah and says I'm not sure what it is. I can tell you I haven't seen many things that glow like this though. It has Aura's from every school from what I can tell. He looks back to the book and continues starring at it.

((OOC: go ahead and make spellcraft rolls if you would like to know what they cast, should be pretty obvious though. also anyone watching this needs to please make a Spot check.
And from the sounds of it, Snorri and Gevyen are atleast past the halfway point. They should be arriving in a minute or so. ))
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #18 on: July 13, 2013, 11:54:13 PM »
OOC: Damn, some stellar rolls. Also, my character has Blindsight 60ft - How close does he feel they are about right now?

Kwah-Yah stares intently, though he's not familiar with spellcraft, so he can't understand much of what's being done.

IF Snorri is already coming, Kwah-Yah will go to hallway entrance and approach him for a conversation.

IF he's not, in any case, Kwah-Yah will go outside of the study room to wait for Valrin to finish his looking around, and keep watch for Snorri coming in, at which point he'll subtly signal for Valrin to drop what he's doing and come out of the Study.

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Rolled 1d20+6 : 13 + 6, total 19
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Re: Chapter 1: Richemulot
« Reply #19 on: July 14, 2013, 12:00:53 AM »
Alphonse picks up on Kwah-Yah's cue, and positions himself to block Valrin and Punka from view in the case of their master's sudden arrival. 

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