Re: 1.2 Glum
Glum manages to convince them that he is the real Glum. After a while Father Zantus arrives (and gives Glum a clw 1d8+5 healing) and after a consultation between him and Headmaster Gandethus about your description, they come to the conclusion that it was an "Attic Whisperer".
[Private to Catessa Fallowfield: Cat searches and finds no Glum. She hears Father Zantus arrive and they begin a discussion. They conclude that Glum is really Glum, so Cat heads back toward the ladder. That's when she notices, the toy pile she blasted before...is gone. Or rather, it has been replaced by other toys. You get the sinking feeling that your blast did not destroy whatever it is. When you get back to the ladder you find the people below talking about "Attic Whisperers".]
"Attic Whisperer"
Children seem to experience emotions more intensely than
adults. Quicker to laugh and swifter to love, certainly, but also
more vulnerable to sorrow and faster to wither when abandoned.
It is such desertion, the desperation and hopeless freezing of an
innocent's dreams, that gives rise to the tragic abominations
called attic whisperers.
Attic whisperers haunt shadowy, forgotten places like old
buildings and dilapidated institutions, places that were once
homes to both young children and subtle evils. Hiding in drafty
attics and moldy basements, these creatures might lie dormant
for decades while the quick go about their lives—often a scant
floor away. The coming of a child, though, rekindles some hope
in these creatures, their animating spirits motivated by lonesomeness,
ever-seeking comfort and companionship. Once
they find a potential playmate, an attic whisperer does all it
can to assure it will never be lonely again.
With the ability to steal one’s voice, along with the air from
living lungs, these undead torment and terrify by circumstance
alone, misunderstanding fear for further rejection and their own
murderousness for love. And ever surrounding these creatures
murmur the lost whispers of others they sought comfort from,
voices of the long departed, oftentimes dead at the hands of these
broken-hearted undead.
Cat returns from her attic explorations. Please continue, no need for PM.
This message was last edited by the GM at 12:27, Fri 29 May 2009.