Adam felt at home in the refuse, the pungent smells did not bother him. He readued his shovel and opened the wardrobe.

Harry notes that she and Adam have four or five hours before sunset. "Good. Would hate t' hang 'round here after nightfall, given all we've done," she mutters to herself. "No good time t' confront irate vampires that ain't daylight." Harry waits alertly for Adam to finish in the other room.

(Wis check, please, Adam...)

18:31, Today: Adam DeLacey rolled 17 using 1d20.  v. 9 Wis.

GAHHHH! A flock of bats swarms out and flies all around you, squeaking and flapping and flapping and squeaking!

They soon fly out the bedroom door, or up the chimney. Soon they are all gone.

But they startled THE HECK out of you.

What... what were that many bats even DOING in a wardrobe like that?!?!?!?

Who... they... who put bats in the wardrobe??!?!?!? HOW?!?!?!? WHAT?!?!!?

(Adam takes +2 points toward his next roll. In the bad kind of way, I mean.)

Adam swiped at bats, a swarm of them. Their sqieaks and the flap of their wings was enough to terrify him. He growled in fear and frustration. They did fly away and he was a bit relieved but still frightened. "Bats are evil." He inspected the wardrobe. There had to be some reason for a swarm of bats.

The wardrobe contains only two items: a pair of old, cracked leather boots (they look too small for Adam's feet anyway), and a dusty, ragged cloak hanging on a peg (actually, that looks like it could fit Adam).

Adam took the cloak and put it on. He tried to move the wardrobe to see what might be behind. The bats had to come from somewhere.

COUGH COUGH-- yellowish mold spores come up from the cloak when it's disturbed. UGH. This thing should be burned-- by lighting it on fire somewhere and then running upwind, fast.

(Adam, you choose: take 1 damage, or have ANOTHER 2 points added to your next roll.)

It turns out that there's nothing behind (nor under) the wardrobe. This is insane. (Is it more insane than vampires making zombie-like people who attack you, really, though? (Yes, now that you mention it, maybe it is, a little?!?))

Adam threw the cloak aside. It was infuriating not to know where the bats came from, but he pushed on. He went back to Harry and nodded his readiness.

OOC another -2, why not? more the merrier. lol

OOC: Did a swarm of bats just fly out of the room Adam was in? Where did they go, if so.

OOC: And would Teratology tell her if they are natural bats or a vampire in bat-swarm form, on a successful check?

09:50, Today: Harriet MacLeod (aka 'Harry') rolled 16 using 1d20.  Check Vs. INT 13 (+1 Teratology). Failed, no clue.

(1. Yes.

2. "They soon fly out the bedroom door, or up the chimney. Soon they are all gone."

3. Yes, but you failed it.  :)    )

Adam asked Harry, "Which way?"

Harry jerks a thumb at the other door along this section of the hallway. "Last one before we have to retrace our steps and head up the front stair again."

Once perhaps a fine guest bedroom, this is now decayed like the rest of the house. Rubbish is scattered around; there is some evidence of rodent infestation and some webs hang torpid in the corners. A four-poster bed, once a grand piece of furniture, is against the wall opposite the fireplace. Its woodwork is worm-ridden and the curtains which once screened the bed are torn and stained. There is no bed linen.

This room seems pretty boring. Looks like it's time to backtrack and go check the east wing.

Harry returns the way she and Adam came, down the hall and stair to the kitchen then onward to the front of the house. Once there, she ascends the front stair and turns to the east.

All right then! Here we go! Three doors await...!

Harry heads to the first door and turns the knob as silently as possible. Table-leg held at the ready, she flings the door open when she feels the latch release.
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Adam followed Harry, shovel in hand. He carried it like a spear, waiting for what might be behind every door.

This bedroom is dirty and decayed; the floorboards appear intact but rubbish is scattered everywhere and webs are profuse on the walls and ceiling. From the doorway, you can see a glint of light in the fireplace from what appears to be a small, highly reflective object. There is no furniture in here.

Adam pointed at the fireplace.

Harry gestures to the abundant webs. "Given what we found thus far, like as not 'tis an oversized spider waitin' fer its next meal," she remarks drolly. Crouching, Harry picks up a palm-sized piece of debris within easy reach... then gently lobs it such that it lands beside the shiny item without directly hitting it.

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14:18, Today: Harriet MacLeod (aka 'Harry') rolled 9 using 1d20.  Check Vs. DEX 18.

(She does this from the doorway?)

In reply to They (msg # 209):

OOC: Yes, from the doorway.