DM: The Chapel, Aftermath

Tsuto’s down. Lyrie’s dead. The hounds are dead.

Surveying the room, the stench of evil is strong. These hounds, while weak version soft their true type, were no things of this world. The odor of ash and burnt bone is in the air, almost certainly from the offerings on the shrine.

The body of Lyrie lies upon the stone floor, with a small pool of blood gathered under her head, her body scorched by fir pretty badly. Tsuto has a gaping wound on his chest but the half-elf’s breathing reveals that he’s still alive albeit barely.

*

Rhonna and Gryffin move over to the prostate woman. The blood around her has grown slick and sticky. Gryffin bends down to examine her, pressing a finger to her neck and lowering his ear to her mouth.

Rhonna kneels beside him, making sure to avoid the blood. “Well, is she dead?” she asks, lacking perhaps a little in subtlety.

Gryffin hears nothing. Feels nothing. Her skin has turned pallid. Her head, where Lloyd had hit her earlier, has opened into quite a wicked wound. It appears that she may have bled to death.

“Dead.” Is his response. He sits there for a few seconds, making sure. It is definite. The wound and the burns did not kill her, but the blood loss did.

*

Gryffin then proceed to check the fallen wizard’s belongings. He finds a leather bound spellbook, a thick carved wooden wand with a red stone at the top, a potion, five scrolls, a dagger, a blood soaked but very high quality cloak of dark grey with runes stitched into it in black, a small bag filled with what appears to be personal clippings and 3 platinum pieces.

The eladrin wizard picks up the items he has identified, as well as those he hasn’t, and tucking them into his belt.

Lloyd and Orik proceed to tie up their half-elf captive with some rope they brought with them. Both fighters worked silently as they made sure that Tsuto’s limbs were securely bound. Orik however occasionally looked up to Lloyd as if waiting for the latter to recognize his presence there.

*

Feeling uncomfortable, Guy interposes himself between the two and starts to perform healing to prevent Tsuto from dying.

“Arao wants him alive for questioning.” The eladrin explains.


Lloyd takes the opportunity to leave the two and examine the rest of the chapel.

*

“It stinks of evil here.” Arao offers, feeling the palpable sense of dread that permeates from the altar. The body atop the altar has been badly burned, with ashes, frazzled clumps of once-hair, leathery patches of flesh, and desiccated, blackened bones.

“I wonder who the burnt offering was. Obviously it worked enough to grant this place the stench of evil and the presence of those two hounds.”

Guy moves beside him. “I can feel it too. The evil we are feeling isn’t only coming from the chapel; it’s also coming from somewhere else, isn’t it? You can almost touch it.”