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[h2][color=darkorchid][i][b]Victoria Belmont[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=9932cc]Half-Elf, Bard, Level 5[/color][/b][/i]
[color=9932cc][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 33 / 33	[color=9932cc][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 15	[color=9932cc][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9932cc][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Rose River Vineyard, southern field
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Diggy Diggy Hole, Diggy Diggy Hole
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] [color=dimgray]Familiar Stuff[/color], [color=black][b]Morty[/b][/color]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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        Kosara seemed excited to get underway. It was a small mystery, after all. Despite the past few days she had spent under the tutelage of an authoritarian healer (not to mention the independent study and transcription of numerous written works Annick had insisted upon because [i]"writing dedicates to memory"[/i]) had worn her out, mind and body both, Victoria found that this curious point had quite energized her. She was going to spend the day in leisure, but this was just too interesting to pass up. 

        This was a rather adventurous occasion, and as such Victoria made sure to outfit herself for an adventure. It hardly mattered to her that this particular one was likely the dramatic uncovering of dirt from rock to find more dirt. And probably more rock. But the possibility of a payoff that something interesting was behind that rock demanded to be met with one's best. Perhaps she went a little too far touching up her cosmetics, minimalist though they were, but it was as much a ritual to center herself as mild vanity. Victoria was fine with both. 

        A tendril of necrotic energy, delivered unnoticeably through a mental connection, spurred the animated porcine beast of burden, Morty, to action. The burlap-wrapped creature moved with its choppy gait to Victoria's heel like a silent, subservient dog. It remained by her, following, as she strode out of the door and into the biting air of the morning. Another mental expression coupled with a raise of her hand summoned her great, black corvid to her; the raven Familiar appearing from parts unknown and already to wing, circling overhead. It dipped down to meet the Bard, landing briefly on her forearm before taking to the sky again with a rasping [i]caw[/i]. Smiling, Victoria mused to herself, [color=9932cc]"Sometimes, being a Necromancer is just [i]fun[/i]."[/color] While she could not claim to have the full abilities of a Wizard, let alone one specializing in Necromancy, she comforted herself in having a firmer grasp than other spellswords or lute-strumming Bards. And few True Necromancers could boast her sense of outright style and showmanship. 

        With her magical menagerie of two, Victoria accompanied her Tiefling associate to the site. Sure enough, it did look like there might be something to this. There wasn't a whole lot uncovered, but what showed was definitely put there with a purpose. Responding to Kosara's suggestions, she said, [color=9932cc]"Yes... You have Cecily's permission, correct? Then let us see what is back there."[/color] A spark of impatient wonder touched her voice as she pointed in the direction of a tool shed at the edge of this field, [color=9932cc]"They must have shovels we might borrow."[/color]

        A few minutes later, Victoria had two shovels and passed one over to Kosara. [color=9932cc]"I never did get a taste for manual labor, if I am being honest."[/color] Luckily, they did not have to toil for long before the vertical earth over the stones fell away in clumps, thanks to the thinness of the layer and the recent freeze. 

        Soon, the majority of a wall made of stacked, more or less flat stones was exposed, approximately seven feet high and six wide. A few of the rocks at the top slid down, revealing what appeared to be a corner of a long rotting wooden door, clogged with years or decades of root growth. A sudden, sour-sweet scent of old organic rot stirred from the small aperture they has just cracked. [color=9932cc]"Kosara,"[/color] began the astonished Bard, [color=9932cc]"I think you might be onto something here."[/color] She smiled and looked to her adventuring associate. [color=9932cc]"Should we try to rip through this or wait for the others? I think I saw a couple mattocks in the tool shed."[/color] Her grin was near to mischievous.