Into Darkness...

The group pondered the situation and asked questions of the box. It simply replied, “Oh, well then….nevermind,” then it spoke no more. Perplexed, they eventually moved on to explore the rest of the keep. Exiting from this room, the group traveled down a hallway and before they could get very far, they noticed Rowyn had stopped back a little ways and had picked up a small, expensive hat box from the floor.

She hummed quietly to herself inquisitively as she ran her fingers along the string holding the box closed. There was something sticky on the string that got on her hands, but this didn’t slow her down in opening the box. As she opened the box, her hands began to burn. Her hands were badly burned by whatever corrosive substance was on the string. The box fell to the floor and a dusty old red hat rolled out. It was a fashionable women’s hat that was quite stylish for its time. However now, it was moldered and rotted and past its prime, much like the rest of the keep.

Wrapping some rags around her hands, she then reached down and picked up the hat. Inside of the hat, a platinum pin was fixed to the top. Pulling it out cautiously, she peered at it and then stowed it away to hopefully sell back in Tilverton.

“Now this, is actually worth something.” The dark green ichor on her hands had been wiped off onto her leather armor. There the ichor began to burn and stain just enough to leave a permanent reminder of the hatbox.

Moving into the next room, an old dusty bed was found situated across from what was once a great fireplace though now the mantle is all but destroyed. As the group entered into the room, Donlosia and Nanoc immediately start making their way for the bed. Rosencrantz and Rowyn pause for a moment to watch as the two climb into different sides of the creaky, canopied bed.

A small cloud of mold spores and dust flew up as Nanoc’s gigantic body, in full armor, fell upon the mattress and frame of the antique sleeping quarters. The bed seemed to barely hold Donlosia and Nanoc. As quickly as they laid on the bed, both passed into a deep slumber.

Rosencrantz looked at Rowyn with the same bewildered look that she was currently gazing, open-mouthed, at Rosencrantz with.

“What do we do?” she asked. They waited for a few minutes and then a few more. As the lantern’s light began to dwindle, they started to size up their options.