A Lone House - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
14/10/475
Log
A chance encounter in the wilderness. Two patrolling the Eastbank forest when they come across a decrepit house hidden within. It's not too uncommon for folks to try to live out here, but most have been abandoned since the shadow have become an increasing threat.
Rainer isn't lazy, it's just that he gets himself all ramped up and ends up burning through all his energy. So as he apporaches the crumbling chateau he thrusts his arms up in the air, drawling out a lengthy yawn that would give one ample time to inspect his many lupine teeths. "Here's a place." he announces, like it wasn't patently obvious, "It's probably got a few chairs left in it, or maybe even a bed! A quick nap's not gonna hurt, right?"
Shliek rolls his eyes. "Sh'liek is not tired, not much at least.", he quirps. "But.. if is abandoned.. maybe owners left some shinies to pick up, hmm?", he says, arguing with himself. He gives a slight shrug and a sigh, giving into the temptation for a bit of scrounging. He skitters up behind Rainer.
The front door, as fortune would have it, is unlocked and unbarred, allowing easy entry into a large, dusty, hallway. Something scampers as the door squeaks open. Faded pictures hang sullenly from the walls in silent greeting.
"That's the spirit!" Rainer declares as he spreads his arms to indicate the house as a whole, "Places like this, you just gotta think of them as one big, dilapidated, could-collapse-on-your-head-at-any-moment treasure chest!" He tries the handle, and when it clicks he turns a grin on his companion, pushing the door open and gesturing the lizard ahead first.
Shliek leans on the doorframe and peeks his head inside. He looks carefully for any sighs of danger before creeping inside, stepping lightly. His eyes dart back and forth, looking for anything interesting.
Once both have entered, the door quietly closes behind them, silent until the loud thunk of a dead bolt sliding firmly into place by unseen forces.
Rainer strolls right in on Sh'liek's heels, displaying none of the lizard's caution. He's engaged in looking over the entry hall like a particularly enthused museum-goer when the door closes, expression blanking for that first instant as he cranes his neck to peer back over his shoulder. "...Huh."
Shliek reacts by jumping a full foot into the air and going completely stiff. "Not necessary to close the door, Rainer.", he says with a slight growl. He presses his back against a wall and peeks through one of the doorways into another room.
And lo, a third person arrives, from the direction of the kitchen, tis Lady Ironsoul, looking a bit perplexed. How many people were fated to meet in this abandoned manor?
Kilsa pauses in shock seeing the rest of the people gathered, "Oh? Um... Hello?" She looked a little surpised at seeing others in the manor.
"I didn't." the wolf points out as he turns his attention back to the lizard. Brows lift, and with one more glance at the door he gives a dismissive shake of his head and turns to the sound of approaching footsteps. "Oh, huh, sorry for intruding, didn't think anyone was still living way out... uh, wait, that you Kilsa?"
Shliek backs away from the newcomer. "Sh'liek thinks it is perhapss.. too convenient for someone else to be out here at same time." He cracks his fingers as they hover over the hilt of his main-hand blade. "Perhaps to take some of our shinies, yes?"
Soft steps are heard from the roof and ahead, someone stepping slowly across, boards creaking in protest and small bits of dust trailing downwards.
Kilsa rolls her eyes and smiles at Shliek, "I work for a living, I don't need your stuff." She joked and stopped to look up at the noise wondering what is causing it. "Do you have friends upstairs?" She asked not sure if she stumbled upon a bandit den or not.
Rainer seems unperturbed by the whole situation, smiling pleasantly, though his brows do arch as he tips his head back to peer up at the ceiling, then back down to the other two. "Probably just roused the home owner from his afternoon nap, ha ha." He cups a paw to his muzzle and calls towards the ceiling, "Anybody home?"
Shliek shakes his head slowly. "No. Just Sh'liek and the big guy.", he says to Kilsa, nudging his head upward. "We perhaps thought was friend of yours, yes?" His head flicks about as he scans the surrounding some more, before darting towards the stairs, making light clicking noises as his claws make contact with the wooden floors.
Kilsa nods, "I just got curious and stumbled in here. I suppose I'm trespassing but something about this play draws me." She shrugged and begain looking for stairs, "I'm Kilsa by the by." She said to Shliek feeling rude not intruducing herself sooner.
The house falls into a fitful silence, disturbed by soft noises of blowing wind from upstairs, ruffling aged fabric as it comes in, presumably through an open window.
Rainer stretches and yawns again, rocking right up on the tips of his toes and back down with a smacking of lips. "Upstairs is as good a place to go as any, I guess." so he follows after lizard and badger, using the hilts of his dual blades as armrests.
"This one is Sh'liek.", the lizard replies in a coarse whisper. His head tilts, listening for further noise, but finalyl decides to dismiss the cloth sounds. "Surely no one actually lives in this place.. it looks as though it has not been active for some times. Which means that we have more looters trying to hussle in on our shinies."
Kilsa nods with her back facing Sh'liek, "A pleasure." She says as she continues to look for stairs, "So I just got in here have you seen any signs as to what kind of folk could be living here?" She asked to the pair as she tried not to distrub anything that wasn't hers.
Rainer gestures at the portraits lining the entry hall. "That's about as good a hint as you're probably going to get." He pauses to peek into the kitchen from which Kilsa arrived, sniffs the air twice, then turns back to the group. An ear twists about, listening for ... something.
The kitchen is dustier than the entry room, but well appointed beneath it, with divine math etched into stove and oven. It may even still work, if tested. No food remains, however.
Shliek starts skitering about the kitchen, opening drawers and climbing into cabinets, looking for anything useful. He tries to make as little noise as he can while doing this, but seems very determined to turn each room they pass through inside out.
Kilsa smiles at Shliek and shakes her head, "You not a thief are you?" She asked a little worried that she might be confused with a vandal. "I would have to take you in." Her eyes narrowed a bit.
"Ugh, just looking at this room is making me hungry." Rainer remarks while wandering over to the oven. He starts playing with the dials and knobs because ... um, well, why not? Just keepin' himself entertained~ "Well now, it's not really stealing if the person who owns it is long gone and not coming back, right?"
The stove glows with the inlaid runes as the knobs are twisted about, then bursts into a cheery set of flames, glowing brightly as the dust is conflagerated, settling into oldish looking script scattered across the entire surface of the stove.
Kilsa nods, "That is a flimsy IF. Lets find the source of the noise and then say who gets to keep what." She sighed and jumped back with her hammer held up as the flames sparked up. "Whew. Good thing it wasn't trapped." She begins trying to deciper the script to see if anytihng is hidden.
The sudden glow of the stove catches Sh'liek's eyes and he all but ignores Kilsa's passive-aggressive threat. "Hm? What is this? Strange stove? Maybe magic.. valuable parts, yes? Sh'liek must have a peek!"
