Hour 1 (II)

[Roosje Greenfields]

Roosje's eyes were riveted on the group which had gathered in the room. From their conversation, she pieced together that they had found something - someone, a body, in one of the other rooms. None of them actually bothered explaining anything to the little group of three Brownies sitting on the bed though. When Rookie moved closer and whispered to them (why did she whisper? None of the others were very likely to know Browniin anyway), Roosje looked at her doubtingly. If they had killed someone, where was the blood? But then she remembered that the brownbark's Tharian wasn't quite as good as her own, and it was probably very easy to misunderstand the conversation.

Before she could say anything about that, though, Rookie called out to the group. Luckily she didn't add her suspicions, she only asked what was going on. Since Roosje wanted to know the exact same thing, she didn't say anything to Rookie about how she thought her suspicions were wrong, and just turned her attention towards the bigfolk, trying to determine who was going to answer. She did feel kind of offended, though, that apparently everybody knew what was going on except for the three of them. They could have had the courtesy of telling them in advance what the problem was, instead of waiting for them to actually ask for the details. All they got was a question if they'd seen anything 'suspicious' in their room (what were they supposed to have seen? And where? Behind one of those frikking big doors that they wouldn't even be able to open?). With eyes that were somewhat less mistrustful, but a little more offended than Rookie's, she watched the people and waited for the answer.

[Eric Kattaisson]

   A high-pitched voice cut through the silence that had followed Menora’s last words.  Turning, she saw just how agitated Rookie had got.  Roosje also looked annoyed, and they both seemed to be demanding a thorough explanation of what had happened.
   “Mannix found a dead body in his wardrobe,” Menora explained in as clear a voice as she could muster.  “We don’t know who it was, or who did it, but I think we need to find the owner, or the bartender, to try and get some answers.  I also think it’s best if we stick together for the time being.  What do you think?  Will you help us find them?  Or would you rather stay here?”
   Just then, a flash of lightning came bursting silently in through the window.  It illuminated the whole room in a stark, erratic light.  Menora noticed a few brave cockroaches that had snuck out of their hiding places, and stamped on one, causing the others to flee.  A deep, ominous peal of thunder then shook the thin pane of glass that gazed out at the deep darkness.  Menora’s grip tightened slightly on her knife’s handle, as she waited for a response from the little and big folk alike.

[Seh'nara Celebrindal]

Seh’nara spoke no other words besides her statement of doom. She felt like everyone must have felt; that they should do something soon. Really soon. Abruptly, a high pitched voice broke the brief silence, making Seh’nara jump. For a moment there, she had forgotten the little people; such was the stress of the current situation. As Menora calmly answered Rookie’s query, Seh’nara couldn’t take it any longer. The fact that they were not moving unnerved her too much for her to just stand there.

The elfess started to pace the room. Anything to move and not feel so… exposed. The thunder outside wasn’t helping much either. Every peal was heralded by a blinding flash of lightning and empathised by the rattling of the derelict inn.  “I feel like a sitting duck,” she muttered darkly to no one in particular. “I feel like we’re sitting ducks,” she added, louder this time. Silver, sitting by the door, gave a bark, as if to say that he agreed. Though Seh knew that he was just responding to her merely speaking, it still gave her hope that someone might agree.

“This,” she said, motioning to the group, “… is getting nowhere. I’m going to find the witch that owns this place, alone or not. Staying here discussing while we should be doing seems foolhardy to me. In fact, safety in numbers, and safety in movement.” The motto was something she believed in, and it came from hard earned experience out in the many forests she had travelled through. If it applied in the forest, it might as well apply here. After all, it wasn’t like there weren’t parallels. The forest was the inn; the predator was the innkeeper; and they were the prey.

Filled with determination, Seh’nara turned to the open door, her hazel eyes hard. The corridor in front of her ended in darkness, and not for the first time, a prick of old fear slipped through her armour of bravado. She didn’t flinch though, or stop walking out, with Silver following silently. She only hoped, secretly, silently, that one of them would follow.

[Eric Kattaisson]

   Menora followed Seh’nara and her wolf out of the room, also hoping that the others’ would follow.
   The most obvious place to search for the eerie innkeeper, or her sinister bartender, was back in the main common room where they had all met.  Menora was glad when Seh’nara started to climb back down the stairs, as it showed that she was thinking the same thing.
   As far as she could see, nothing had changed in the cold, inhospitable room; and yet it felt very different.  It was hard to put into words, but Menora felt oppressed by something; something unseen, but real, nonetheless.  Indeed, it seemed as though somebody was watching her every movement, like a hungry spider watching a fly.  It made her uneasy, and as she stood there, listening to the relentless rain beat down, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up.
   The silence inside the building was swelling like a drowned man’s belly, and Menora knew that she had to do something to burst it.
   “Ahoy, there!” she shouted, the words coming louder than she had expected.  Perhaps unsurprisingly, there was no reply.  The only answer to her yell was a distant rumble of thunder.  “Perhaps we should check the kitchen?” she suggested, pointing to the room behind the bar.

[Roosje Greenfields]

Roosje was very much ready to follow the two women out of the room. She wanted to leave the cockroaches as far behind as she possibly could. "Let's go." she told her fellow Brownies, and with that urged Inuya forward and off the bed. The fox padded out of the room and back down the stairs, the same way that she had come not so long ago in the other direction.

She was close behind Menora, and when the woman called out Roosje jumped up with beating hard. By the spirit of the Council tree, she was not built for this kind of thing! Trying to calm her nerves, she pressed forward, so that she was now inbetween Menora and Seh'nara. Inuya's tail brushed Menora's leg as she passed, though Roosje didn't notice. However, she did not pass Seh'nara. She was not really that eager to be the first to go into the kitchen. She wondered what they would find there.

For a fleeting moment Roosje wondered how on Caelereth she had managed to land in a situation like this one. Wasn't it ridiculous? But there she was, as nervous as she was tall (which was admittedly not very tall, but she was still strung as taut as her bowstring). She concentrated on the kitchen door and waited for someone - Seh'nara? - to open the door.

[Rookie Brownbark]

As if some spirit was controlling the weather just to frighten them, a bright white flash of lightening suddenly illuminated the dingy room, showing really how uncared-for it was.  Dust piled up around the edges of the floor and the wooden boarding had a nibbled look about it.  She supposed she should have guessed from the sheer number of little beasties, so many could not be normal.  A couple of moments after the flash, thunder followed, a low ominous rumble which sounded as if it was felt through the feet rather than heard.  Rookie shivered as she jumped onto her falcon and swooped after the others out of the room.

The Brownie kept her mount behind the humans as they moved down the stairs, using the complicated and slightly uncomfortable technique of hovering on the spot.  The movement of the bird's wings and the effort it took it to stay aloft made her feel slightly nauseous and she struggled to keep the meat dinner down.  It was still preferable to going ahead though.....

There was no one about in the common area where they had had their dinner, and no one came when Menora called out.  Strange, considering the size of the place.  Had....something......eaten them?  Or left them in a cupboard somewhere.  Her heart began to beat faster and faster, increasing the feeling of nausea.  Eww.  She steered her mount onto a nearby table breathing deeply to calm her and her stomach.

[Mannix]

Looking behind his back yet again, leaving the rest of the room out of his sight, Mannix jumped at sound of a high-pitched squeak. Quickly turning back to the room, fearing the worst, yet not knowing what or why, the elf saw nothing unusual. Breathing deeply, he let his heart slow down while Menora, looking down at the bed, recounted the situation. At first, Mannix’s forehead creased in confusion. What had he missed? Why was Menora retelling the horrors of the night? Following the whaler’s gaze, he saw the Brownies, looking up at the ‘Big Folk’. Of course, they mustn’t know. Mannix had completely forgotten about them in the pandemonium, and it seemed so had everyone else. They’re size made overlooking them very easy.

As Menora was finishing her recount, Seh’nara, the elfess beside Mannix, started to pace. Her footsteps against the hard, wooden floor were drowned out by the constant thunder, accompanied by ferocious strikes of lightning, so bright the left light in Mannix’s sight long after they hard gone. Eventually, the elfess spoke, brings Mannix’s gaze from the dismal outdoors to the much more dismal interior. His gaze on the copper-haired elfess, he heard her distress as she stated resolutely the foolhardiness of remaining here. Mannix felt much the same, but was too fearful to act first.

Thankfully, Seh’nara took the initiative and strode out of the room with determined steps. The rest of the women followed her out of the room, leaving Mannix a little surprised. While action was every bit as scary and no action, loneliness was the determining factor, and so Mannix turned around to follow the entourage. This jolting movement woke the small ferret, who had for all this time been fast asleep in Mannix hood, oblivious to the situation. Fenyx squirmed in the hood, crawling onto Mannix’s shoulder with his two front paws, while his back two remained in the hood. Receiving Mannix a small, confidence-giving lick on the cheek from the ferret, before he descended back into the hood, the elf strode out of the room, somewhat less determined that the others.

Following the sound of their shouts into the darkness, Mannix walked down the corridor, and descended the stairs. The room was as black as the darkest nor’sidian dye, only briefly being lightened by the flashes of lightning. Mannix gingerly took a few steps into the room, unsure of the whereabouts of the others. A bolt of lightning striking down at the earth like the spell of a great Chosen mage provided light for a brief moment, in which Mannix saw the other two ‘Big Folk’, with their backs turned to him. But the Brownies were nowhere to be seen, at least not in that brief moment of light. Happy to be reunited with the group, Mannix walked towards where he remembered the two stood.

His progress, however, was abruptly halted after only a few steps by a hard object and searing pain up his shin. In the darkness, he had not seen the chair in front of him, which now lay fallen on the ground. Grasping his shin in both hands, Mannix clenched his teeth against the pain. Still unwilling to be left behind, the elf let go of his, slowly lowering it to the ground, and set off again, careful to leave the chair a wide berth. His first few steps were taken with a slight limb, until the pain in his leg subsided.

Another flash of lightning cast light about the room. Mannix stopped dead in his tracks, but a grain from Seh’nara, barely avoiding another collision. Stepping to the side, he levelled with the elfess, and whispered in a low voice, “Where d'you think they are?"

[Derrik Duskrider]

With a tug on the reigns Jeroth took to the air, effortlessly gliding for a ways before beginning to beat his powerful wings and climb higher. Forgetting the doorway, Derrik turned his attention to the straps around his left side. Noticing a loose buckle he looped the reigns around his right arm so they wouldn't fall, while he reached down to fix the problem, trusting Jeroth to avoid hitting things for the time being.

The little man yelped in surprised as Jeroth turned sideways, gliding through the doorway. The dragon completed the little spin, staying completely upside down for a moment. Anyone close enough that had been paying attention would have seen a the grey brownie hanging upside down, shaggy silver hair extended fully beneath him, and one arm clinging desperately to the buckle he'd been working on.

When the steel blue creature righted himself, Derrik breathed again, quickly finishing off the buckle and grabbing the reigns in his good hand again. Swiftly regaining his composure, Derrik tossed his head, clearing some silvery locks from his view, while causing more to take their place at the same time. I usually loved maneuvers like that, though with loose buckles and his attention elsewhere, the spin had shocked him. Now, back in control, he steered Jeroth.

Under the Brownies control, the dragon circled around, veering back toward the door and then out into the common room, swooping over the railing of the balcony, circling down among the people gathered beneath. To avoid scaring them, Derrik leaned and pulled the reigns to the left, causing the steel blue beast to veer off away from the group before circling back around and landing on a table, occupied by Rookie and her mount.

Once settled down on the table, Derrik prodded Jeroth forward to the edge. Sweeping back locks of hair from his face with his good hand, the Brownie peered around, noticing Roosje and his reddish mount on the ground beneath a couple of the larger people as lightening lit up the room once more. The crashing of the chair seemed to signal another crash of thunder and Derrik jumped, well as much as he could with his legs strapped into his saddle. The dragon padded around the table, moving back and fourth, his long tail whipping around as they waited.

[Seh'nara Celebrindal]

Seh’nara breathed a sigh of relief. The footsteps behind her we a very clear indication that people were following. She didn’t turn her head to see, nor to count. In a creepy place like this, majority would win, and in any case, anyone would be a fool to stay upstairs. Alone.

The elfess strode downstairs, Silver and the rest following closely. The creaky old building seemed much more menacing than it was when she first stepped in. The body had added a sense of dread and death to the surroundings. Or perhaps the feeling was already in the atmosphere, but it was too subtle for them to pick up. Now, however, it seemed like a sinister presence was lurking in the shadows, its glowing eyes hidden just out of sight.

Or maybe you’re scaring yourself, Seh thought, trying to put her imagined phantoms to rest. They didn’t leave though, her imagined ghosts flitting in the corner of her eye, melting into the gloom as soon as she tried to look. So absorbed was she with her fears that when the crash came from behind her, echoing around the place, she honestly thought that a monster had revealed itself.

It was only until Mannix’s deep voice whispered a question before Seh’s muscles started to relax. They tended to freeze up when they were frightened. Seh leaned in closer to Mannix, taking comfort in the presence of someone else. “I should say they’re in the kitchen. Perhaps we should go look,” Seh replied, equally softly. She honestly hoped that the other elf would come. Somehow, to her, she felt more at home with Mannix than anyone in their group. For one, he was an elf, and for another, he was a ranger. Like her.

The elfess tore herself away from her thoughts – there was no time to contemplate things like that. Taking a step forwards to the kitchen door, she put a hand out to touch the doorknob. The wood was nearly rotten with dampness. As soon as the elfess touched it, the door swung open with a deathly creak, along with a thump as the doorknob fell off and landed on Seh’s foot. Seh’nara gave a yelp before scrambling back, sending the knob rattling into the darkness.

“Sorry,” Seh muttered, her face flushing for a moment. She didn’t have time to be embarrassed though; at that moment, Silver started going crazy. The wolf leaped up and rushed headlong into the gloom of the kitchen, baking his head off. “Silver!” Seh’nara cried, running into the kitchen, hot on his heels. Through the gloom, she could see her canine’s silvery fur glowing in the darkness; like a ghost, she thought, before she reached him.

The wolf was scrabbling at something on the ground, his barks subsiding into whines and growls. “Hey boy, what’s this?”’Seh’nara ran her hand lightly over the floor. Her fingers found the outline of a door, set into the wood of the floor, and soon enough, she could feel a ring. “You should really see this,” she called to the rest, kneeling down beside the trapdoor.

[Eric Kattaisson]

   Menora looked down at the trapdoor which Seh'nara's wolf had discovered.  It seemed innocent enough, and yet there was something unsettling in the way that the wolf had taken such an avid interest in it.  Perhaps the door led to the kitchen's store room, and the smell of meat had engaged the canine's interest.  But the question remained, lurking somewhere in the back of Menora's mind; what kind of meat?
   Bending over, she took a hold of the metal ring, and pulled.  The door opened surprisingly easily; obviously it was in frequent use.  The dark opening in the floor exhaled a musky, dank smell; reminiscent of a neglected tomb.
   Curiously, as she peered into the murky depths below, Menora could make out a slight, yellowish light.  It flickered uncertainly, as though troubled by restless spirits.  "Seems as though somebody's lit candles down there," she thought to herself.  Then, turning to face the others, she made it clear that they should follow her down.
   The steep, wooden stairs were slippery, and Menora had to place her hand against the stone wall for support on more than one occasion.  As she descended, the air became cooler, and damper.  It felt like the cold, clammy hands of a corpse were tentatively feeling her face.  The thought made her shudder.
   "Is there anybody there?" she called nervously as she neared the end of her descent; but no answer came.
   Feeling solid stone beneath her feet reassured Menora slightly, and the faint light that she had seen from the kitchen had become stronger, illuminating a basement.  Somebody had, indeed, lit candles; and fairly recently, too.  The flames wavered in an unseen breeze, casting a confusing light.  The corners of the room were shrouded in darkness, and occasionally, scuttling creatures could be seen out of the corner of the eye.  The whole atmosphere was unnerving enough, but there was something much more sinister to be considered.
   Right in the centre of the room, there stood a table.  And on the table, there was a human sized lump, covered by a dark blanket.  Menora edged closer to it, and noticed as she did so, that somebody had placed fresh flowers around it.  The similarity to a tomb was undeniable.
   With a pounding heart, and slightly shaking hands, the brave lady reached out to take a hold of the blanket.  Then, in a rapid jerk, she pulled it away; revealing what lay beneath...

[Eric Kattaisson]

   Empty eye sockets gazed hideously at Menora as she pulled the blanket away.  Slightly shocked, the shaken woman turned away from the grotesque image of the shrunken, battered corpse.
   "I think she must have been here quite some time," Menora said, her voice unsteady.  Then, after taking a deep breath, she turned back to the grisly discovery, and looked a little closer.
   "I think she was murdered.  Here, take a look at..."
   Menora's words were cut short by a sudden, blood chilling sound.  Somewhere above them, a woman was screaming; and even though her cries were muffled, there was no doubt that something unspeakably terrible was occurring.
   Menora froze to the spot momentarily, and stared at the others in horror.  Then, as if guided by some diabolical, unseen hand, a gust of wind swept around the room, extinguishing all of the candles.  The darkness was complete, and for a moment, Menora felt as though she might fall over from the disorientation.  Above them, the horrific screams faded away, leaving behind a silence that was somehow even worse.
   Menora's mind was racing, what had just happened?  She screwed her eyes up tightly, in the hope that when she opened them again, she might be able to see more clearly.  But it didn't work; she may as well have been blind!
   "Can anybody see?" she asked in desperation.  "Or has anybody got a light?"

[Roosje Greenfields]

They approached the kitchen door, but before they opened it Seh'nara's big wolf (which Roosje was just a little bit scared of, seeing as how it could swallow her whole) started scratching at the floor, and at almost the same time Inuya started backing away. It was confusing behaviour for Roosje, who had not given her the command to do so. She could feel the little animal quivering under her, and she reached out to soothe her.

When the hatch was opened and Menora led the way down, Roosje had trouble convincing the little fox to go in. It was really strange, since the fox was usually a very obedient animal. The Brownie figured that there must be a reason for it. She was torn between staying where she was and waiting for the others to come back out, or go with them and have company. However, when she was one of the last left to go down, she did convince Inuya to follow the rest. The dark common room was creeping her out, and she couldn't help imagine that it, too, would soon be filled to overflowing with cockroaches. It was the last thing she was prepared to face.

She came to the bottom of the stairs just in time to see Menora draw away a blanket, revealing a human - dead. She was almost beyond the point of recognition, except to know that it was a woman. Roosje could not see more, because just then all the candles were blown out, around the same time that screams sounded upstairs from them. The Brownie turned her fox around and sped back up the wooden stairs, in the hopes of finding some kind of fire either in the common room - small chance, she thought as she remembered how dark it had been, dark enough for an elf to stumble - or in the kitchen perhaps, if she could manage to open the door.

[Seh'nara Celebrindal]

Seh’nara watched with a small, familiar tinge of apprehension as Menora pulled the ring. Anything could be down there. Maybe a starving slave. Or a lion. Maybe they were holding some children captive, and were planning to use them as meat. Or perhaps, hopefully, nothing. Nothing at all. Deep down, however, she knew that that was just wishful thinking.

The door was pretty smooth – scarily smooth – in opening. Before Seh could contemplate the implications of that though, the stench hit her. The stench of death. It was a stink that she had smelt many times, though never as concentrated nor as strong as it was in this place. Seh’s stomach heaved involuntarily, making her dry gag a little.

Eyes watering, Seh peered into the gloom, dotted with small, dim pools of light. The elfess shook her head to clear her mind. Obviously, she needed to have a clear head to face whatever horrors were down there. By the time Seh had sufficiently gathered herself together, Menora was already making her cautious way down the wooden steps.

Hurriedly, Seh followed suit, hoping with all her might that the steps weren’t as rotten as the rest of the house. Every step she took, she tested it out carefully, lest she stepped into a bad patch of stairs. Which, frankly, was very likely here. A hand on the rough stone wall helped her progress, the elfess taking a leaf out of the sailor’s book. Silver, however, bounded ahead, landing on the bottom silently.

After what seemed like the longest flight of stairs she’d ever descended, she finally felt the solid ground beneath her booted feet. “Thank goodness,” she muttered quietly. Hazel eyes swept the small basement curiously, taking in the many candles first – the source of light – along with the realisation that nothing else was there, before alighting on the most conspicuous part of the small chamber.

A wooden table sat peacefully in the middle of the room, innocently enough, with a blanket over a lump of something. The table itself was clumsily carved with illegible lettering, repeated over and over again, yet there was obvious effort put in. It was the little details, really. Little details such as the picture of a heart scratched into the base, the rose carved into the lettering. Two sets of words, unreadable, in the middle of another heart. Fresh wildflowers of all sorts around the blanketed lump. Childish things, miniscule clues that spoke of a love, of commitment.

It was those small things that made Seh’s blood run cold.

In front of the table, Menora bravely threw off the covers of the blanket, revealing what Seh had long since guessed, yet wished she hadn’t. The stench in the room increased tenfold with the blanket off the decomposing body of a girl, her arms crossed over each other peacefully, as one normally did with the dead. It was an awkward position for the body though; her arm was broken, the splinter of the bones painfully obvious with the corpse’s tight skin. That wasn’t the only place she had been hurt, Seh realised. Her leg was twisted at an odd angle, though it was evident that whoever placed her here had tried his best to fix that – post-humously.

At her vantage point from the bottom of the stairs, the elfess stood frozen to the spot, her mind blank except for one thing. That’s a body. A preserved body. A preserved body of a lover of someone. Someone who’s in the inn right now. With us. In the background, Seh vaguely noticed Menora speaking, yet she couldn’t register any words; such was the sudden realisation of the deep trouble that they were in. Finding a dead body, that was one thing. An isolated incident. But two? And the latter being so carefully (manically, one could say) preserved? Heck, there were even offerings, childish as they are. That was NOT normal.

As if the world in general agreed with her declaration, the desperate scream came right after. Typical. Expected. Obvious, Seh’s cynical side muttered, deep in the recesses of her mind. Out of complete reflex, Seh’s hands went to her Scourge, the elfess lithely twisting around to face the trapdoor. A split second later, a chilling blast of wind blew through the basement, extinguishing the weak flames. Immediately, the group was plunged into darkness, even as the screams faded into silence.

Soon enough though, the silence was broken with a humongous “bang” as the trapdoor fell down, trapping the whole group in the basement. Silver leapt up, his loud barks echoing well in the enclosed room, nearly deafening Seh. “Enough, Silver!” Seh cried, trying to make herself heard above the din Silver was making. She stumbled along for a little while, blindly feeling for her wolf.

A couple of steps ahead, her outstretched arms grasped soft, silky fur. Quickly threading her fingers through his coat, Seh quickly shushed her wolf, the oppressive silence descending upon the small, stuffy room. Seh closed her eyes, grateful for the silence. At least she could hear herself now. Her relief was short-lived though – barely minutes after everything fell silent, an incessant scratching on the trapdoor started, the sound eerily alike to nails on flint.

By the Gods. It never rains, it pours.

[Eric Kattaisson]

   The only response to Menora's question was a frenzied barking from Seh'nara's wolf.  Fortunately, it didn't last long, and once again the sepulchral silence settled around them.

   "Okay, everybody just stay where you are, and keep calm," Menora said with a slightly shaky voice.  "I want everybody to say something so that we know where we all are.  I want to walk back towards the stairs, but I don't want to crush anyone!"

   The first voice to respond came from the male brownie.  He had been braver than the others, and followed closely behind Menora.  Realising that he was fairly close to her, Menora carefuly crouched down.

   "Okay, Derrik," she said, "I want you to follow my voice, so that you can find me; okay?"

   After Derrik had agreed to her proposal, Menora started talking again, whilst holding her hands out infront of her, close to the ground.  The brownie also spoke back, and soon he managed to find Menora's outstretched hands.

   "Jeroth is here, too; my dragon," he said.

   Menora felt the unusual beast's soft fur, and felt strangely comforted by it.

   "Okay, Derrik is with me, now.  We're going to head back towards the stairs."

   After announcing her intentions, Menora started to very carefully make her way back in the direction she had come from.  She remained crouched low to the ground, and used her hands to feel the floor infront of her before she moved forwards.  In this way, she and Derrik slowly advanced.

   Eventualy, Menora's hands came up against a wall.  She then turned to face where she thought the stairs were, and started moving forwards again.  When she felt the bottom stair, she carefully stood up and called out to the others again.

   "Okay, we're at the foot of the stairs now.  If you follow my voice, then we'll all be together.  Then we can climb the stairs and get out of this awful place!

   "Hmm, what should I talk about?  Maybe I can tell you about a time I was out on a whale hunt..."

   Menora continued talking of her experiences at sea, not so much to entertain, as to use her voice as a kind of lighthouse, guiding the others in the right direction.

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