"The journal notes the chamber beyond this door. It should have some cells and a dead man crushed by a portcullis." Tarek motions to the silver chased iron bound door. The only way so far unchecked.
"But why the silver?" Says Lars, shaking his head. "To keep something in, or out."
Before either man can react, Tyrrian turns the handle and throws the door open. "Let us see what lies beyond!"
A large chamber half of which is dominated by two large dungeon like cells, each sealed by a heavy iron portcullis. Between the two cells a pair of iron levers protrude from slots in the wall. The other half of the chamber is bare and perhaps at one time held table and stools for posted guards. Noticably though is the decayed leather clad human bones positioned just like the journal said. Long ago stripped of any thing useful, his death obviously caused by the gate catching him unaware.
"Look" hisses Chi,"there is a girl here!"
Bound in silver manacles at the rear of the second cell, what appears to be a disheveled peasant girl in a dirty shift pleads for help in a hoarse whisper. The party breaks into a small argument as everyone begins hinting at what the girl may be....
"We should kill her swiftly, she's no good." sneers the elf-child sniffing the air and peering through the bars at the girl.
"A were-thing think about all the silver," says Lars pointing into the cell "and those chains that bind her."
"We must raise the gate," Tyrrian motions to Sven "can you lift it?"
The thickly muscled former Duck herder steps forward, "I'll give it a try."
"Wait the levers." murmurs Alexander, as he casts Ward Portal on the gate unseen.
Straining under the weight Sven mutters, "It...won't...budge. Must be stuck."
"Hold on my friends," brother Beavis moves to the gate. "Let me as Losborst for Guidance."
Kneeling beside the portcullis and taking a gulp from his bottle of freshly uncorked red Beavis attempts to commune with his diety.
Losborst answers after a moments silence, "Listen, I'm not gonna say she's good. However she's not that bad either right now, and if you give a little you get a little."
Relaying this to the party, beavis turns and tells the girl they will aid her. At the same time Alexander removes the Ward spell, just as Tyrrian is trying the levers and the gate rises.
Beavis is first to the girl and comforts her with words and lays hands on her. Bull Zi is ready with daggers in case. The girl whispers a thanks to Beavis, her hair turns stark white and she shatters the manacles. Rising to her feet she begins to hover above the flagstones. " I thank thee mortal man, you could have ended me but instead chose to aid. For this I grant you the life of one member of your group. If death should find you, bring them to me upon the moors at midnight. Call Rhiannon three times and I shall come." the girl then becomes transparent and wisps away like smoke.
The only exit from the chamber is an intricate three lock mechanism. It is easily opened from this side but would be quite the challenge for those trying to get in without a key. by the map tarek knows they are just feet away from a chamber of horrific death as related in the Journal. The group opts to head directly to the main entry hall and exit the manor through the as yet untried front doors.
The Master foyer is a sight to behold. Six thick oak pillars support the arched ceiling, Four large oil paintings hang upon the walls here:
"This family was seriously disturbed." says Tyrrian, taking in the bewildering paintings.
As the butler turns from the party, Tarek holds up the deed and says, "I'm the new master now. We're here to clean this place out."
With a side glance at the party as he steps behind a pillar the butler grumbles,"I'm sure you think you are."
An indignent Tarek goes after the butler only to discover he has vanished. The party then opens the front doors and regroups outside on the front lawn with Farhoud.
What will happen next? Stay tuned, more in 2 weeks.