Turbowraith

The Grave Keepers

After hearing Old Ben's instructions, Hogarth was ecstatic. Haunted pianos, dark cellars, cobwebs, looming danger from beyond the grave. Still firmly gripping his handaxe, he raised a brow in curiosity at his comrade's question, and turned back to his boss once she distanced herself. "I must say, I too share miss Nova's curiosity. What exactly is tied to said instrument, and what may dwell within the cellar? Oh! Perhaps a poltergeist in the piano and a spirit host below us? At least that's my guess. Perhaps a Spectre? No, no. Most spirit hosts are, after all commonly located within-" He abruptly ceased talking and delivered a rather embarrassed grin, realizing he had almost began to ramble. He doubted if a display of knowledge, even though spontaneous would not be frowned upon. Shaking his head in an attempt to cast his mania aside, he cleared his throat before rephrasing. "So... Yes. What are we facing here? Oh- and, is distilled Graveroot extract a good choice for making my axe spirit-wounding? Or should I've used spider-moss instead?"

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After hearing what Old Ben had to offer, Hogarth's additional barrage of questions was halted before it could even begin by a tap on the shoulder. Realizing he had much more work to do, and that Nova shouldn't be kept waiting anymore, he motioned goodbye to Old Ben with utmost solemnity and followed her, feeling a tad guilty. "Indeed. Good thinking. Pardon the long wait, I just tend to... Lose track of time occasionally." He let loose a small cough-like chuckle and momentarily averted his eyes elsewhere. "Uh, by the way, nifty scythe."

The Hand of Fate

@Mr Rage I can safely say that as far as I go, I am have very much not forgotten this thread, and will up the pace both IC and OOC by tomorrow afternoon. Our eldritch friend Oraculum is, still with us, as far as I know.

The Nightmare of Dunwick Manor

I see, and thank you very much. If I choose to create said mercenary/scholar, I'll give you a small summary before the full CS is submitted.

The Nightmare of Dunwick Manor

Small question. Can one play as a member of the northern barbarians that were mentioned? If so, how much creative freedom do we have when it comes to them and what is set beforehand? Whatever the case may be, expect a CS shortly.

@Savage

The Nightmare of Dunwick Manor

I've gotta say, this RP seems bloody great. Consider two people, a friend and myself, highly interested.

The Hand of Fate

Upon hearing these words, the wanderer lowered his head solemnly, as if to acknowledge the old man's words, but offered no solace. Instead, he inquired, his monotone voice displaying a hint of curiosity. "The Knights of Radiance... Unable to aid. Explain and I shall be on my way." Times were difficult indeed, but a minuscule amount of the realm's manpower could be more than enough to root out a petty band of outlaws, without their absence being a hindrance.

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Perhaps the moonlight was playing its' usual tricks on the old man's eyes, for the knight's hollow sockets seemed to ignite with a faint light at their very center as the former went on with his answer. When the fisherman was done speaking, the knight simply nodded, and faced eastwards. After taking a few steps forward, he looked over his shoulder. "Return to your village. You will find her at dawn's first light. Tell no one of what you saw today. Or else I shall return. For you."

And, with that, the knight vanished. One moment in plain sight, the other, nothing but a shadow darting amongst the trunks and foliage to his destination. Seconds turned into minutes. The full moon hung low. The forest thinned. He was there. The camp lay a good hundred yards away. Crouched and wrapped with his cloak, he formulated his next move.

The Hand of Fate

Apologies for the inactivity. Expect a post within a few hours.

Edit: To save time and move the plot forward a bit, I wrote what Zareketh would do right after the fisherman answered his query, so that @Cuddle Pot's response could deal with both the old man and the initial description of the bandit camp.

The Grave Keepers

Yelp, new post here, though I'm sorry for the delay. Now let's start ghosting the place up, shall we?

The Grave Keepers

Fourty s- How many?! Oh, my! Spouted Hogarth in disbelief, eyeing the slightly decrepit building's facade up and down. He tried to keep his feet on the ground when it came to hauntings and his job as a Grave Keeper, as he knew that the restless dead were not at all something common to be seen, most alleged sightings being tall tales and ordinary events viewed through the lens of an overactive imagination. But, if the legend himself stated such a thing to be true, then his judgement can surely be trusted. He was excited beyond thought, but quickly, a heavy cloud of doubt fell over him. "Gifted", said Old Ben. He had studied occult lore for as long as he remembered, hell, he was practically raised by it. Yet, a "gift" is not something that comes neither with study, nor good will. What if he were unable to see them at all?

He shook his head, as if to cast such thoughts away. Leave the present to the present, and the future to itself, he thought. There was no room nor use for such ridiculous moping. He was about to enter the single most haunted site of Ashtyn. That unto itself was a grand experience. He retrieved a vial from his bandolier, and, uncorking it with his teeth, poured its' contents onto the blade of his handaxe. He placed the vial back, puffed his chest and followed Nova. The moment he stepped into the old house, his face once again lit up.

The Grave Keepers

I've absolutely no issue with further people joining, as long as the DM is okay with it. Also, expect a new post in an hour or so.