Mister Doctor October 27, 2023 Dead Guy - Character Sheet KAC: 18/17 Fort: +8 Ref: +4 Will: +5 HP: 14/23 THP: 0/4 Hero: 1/3 | Perception: +5 As Temperance and Star carefully navigate the stairs down into the basement, there is a feeling of slowly entering the den of some sort of predator. Given the corpse's proclivities, that feeling is not wholly inaccurate. The basement is gloomy, the only light let in is that which managed to filter in through cracks and breaks in the floor above but that is wan and dim. It is little obstacle to the infernal sight of the pair of tieflings but darkness is still darkness. At the foot of the stairs, Star's hoof kicks an empty wine bottle and sends it skittering over to floor to clink against several more. The floor is littered with them where they spilled out from a collapsed wine rack. Some must have shattered from the heat of the fire or impact with the stone floor while others have had their necks snapped off and contents drained. Here too the remains of the lives that once occupied this building are painfully clear. Old furniture, a cold cellar for the preservation of food that was now rotting, a collection of hand tools and a workbench. The corpse did not seem to be hiding behind these fragments, waiting to pounce and rend its one-time allies limb from limb. Eventually, there was only one place left to look. Towards the back of the cellar skulked a large wine cask resting on its side. It was of the sort that would supply a family for months if not years. The head had been thoroughly broken in and a canvas tarp draped over the opening. Some thinner and softer fabric trailed out of the opening, maybe a bedsheet or the remains of a dress. A familiar skinless hand reached out from under the tarp, grabbed the fabric and pulled the trailing end fully under the tarp.
Mister Doctor October 23, 2023 Dead Guy - Character Sheet KAC: 18/17 Fort: +8 Ref: +4 Will: +5 HP: 14/23 THP: 0/4 Hero: 1/3 | Perception: +5 As Temperance and Star carefully navigate the stairs down into the basement, there is a feeling of slowly entering the den of some sort of predator. Given the corpse's proclivities, that feeling is not wholly inaccurate. The basement is gloomy, the only light let in is that which managed to filter in through cracks and breaks in the floor above but that is wan and dim. It is little obstacle to the infernal sight of the pair of tieflings but darkness is still darkness. At the foot of the stairs, Star's hoof kicks an empty wine bottle and sends it skittering over to floor to clink against several more. The floor is littered with them where they spilled out from a collapsed wine rack. Some must have shattered from the heat of the fire or impact with the stone floor while others have had their necks snapped off and contents drained. Here too the remains of the lives that once occupied this building are painfully clear. Old furniture, a cold cellar for the preservation of food that was now rotting, a collection of hand tools and a workbench. The corpse did not seem to be hiding behind these fragments, waiting to pounce and rend its one-time allies limb from limb. Eventually, there was only one place left to look. Towards the back of the cellar skulked a large wine cask resting on its side. It was of the sort that would supply a family for months if not years. The head had been thoroughly broken in and a canvas tarp draped over the opening. Some thinner and softer fabric trailed out of the opening, maybe a bedsheet or the remains of a dress. A familiar skinless hand reached out from under the tarp, grabbed the fabric and pulled the trailing end fully under the tarp..
Mister Doctor October 22, 2023 Dead Guy - Character Sheet KAC: 18/17 Fort: +8 Ref: +4 Will: +5 HP: 14/23 THP: 0/4 Hero: 1/3 | Perception: +5 As Temperance and Star carefully navigate the stairs down into the basement, there is a feeling of slowly entering the den of some sort of predator. Given the corpse's proclivities, that feeling is not wholly inaccurate. The basement is gloomy, the only light let in is that which managed to filter in through cracks and breaks in the floor above but that is wan and dim. It is little obstacle to the infernal sight of the pair of tieflings but darkness is still darkness. At the foot of the stairs, Star's hoof kicks an empty wine bottle and sends it skittering over to floor to clink against several more. The floor is littered with them where they spilled out from a collapsed wine rack. Some must have shattered from the heat of the fire or impact with the stone floor while others have had their necks snapped off and contents drained. Here too the remains of the lives that once occupied this building are painfully clear. Old furniture, a cold cellar for the preservation of food that was now rotting, a collection of hand tools and a workbench. The corpse did not seem to be hiding behind these fragments, waiting to pounce and rend its one-time allies limb from limb. Eventually, there was only one place left to look. Towards the back of the cellar skulked a large wine cask resting on its side. It was of the sort that would supply a family for months if not years. The head had been thoroughly broken in and a canvas tarp draped over the opening. Some thinner and softer fabric trailed out of the opening, maybe a bedsheet or the remains of a dress. A familiar skinless hand reached out from under the tarp, grabbed the fabric and pulled the trailing end fully under the trap.
Mister Doctor October 22, 2023 Dead Guy - Character Sheet KAC: 18/17 Fort: +8 Ref: +4 Will: +5 HP: 14/23 THP: 0/4 Hero: 1/3 | Perception: +5 As Temperance and Star carefully navigate the stairs down into the basement, there is a feeling of slowly entering the den of some sort of predator. Given the corpse's proclivities, that feeling is not wholly inaccurate. The basement is gloomy, the only light let in is that which managed to filter in through cracks and breaks in the floor above but that is wan and dim. It is little obstacle to the infernal sight of the pair of tieflings but darkness is still darkness. At the foot of the stairs, Star's hoof kicks an empty wine bottle and sends it skittering over to floor to clink against several more. The floor is littered with them where they spilled out from a collapsed wine rack. Some must have shattered from the heat of the fire or impact with the stone floor while others have had their necks snapped off and contents drained. Here too the remains of the lives that once occupied this building are painfully clear. Old furniture, a cold cellar for the preservation of food that was now rotting, a collection of hand tools and a workbench. The corpse did not seem to be hiding behind these fragments, waiting to pounce and rend its one-time allies limb from limb. Eventually, there was only one place left to look. Towards the back of the cellar skulked a large wine cask of the sort that would supply a family for months if not years. The head had been thoroughly broken in and a canvas tarp draped over the opening. Some thinner and softer fabric trailed out of the opening, maybe a bedsheet or the remains of a dress. A familiar skinless hand reached out from under the tarp, grabbed the fabric and pulled the trailing end fully under the trap.
Mister Doctor October 22, 2023 Dead Guy - Character Sheet KAC: 18/17 Fort: +8 Ref: +4 Will: +5 HP: 14/23 THP: 0/4 Hero: 1/3 | Perception: +5 As Temperance and Star carefully navigate the stairs down into the basement, there is a feeling of slowly entering the den of some sort of predator. Given the corpse's proclivities, that feeling is not wholly inaccurate. The basement is gloomy, the only light let in is that which managed to filter in through cracks and breaks in the floor above but that is wan and dim. It is little obstacle to the infernal sight of the pair of tieflings but darkness is still darkness. At the foot of the stairs, Star's hoof kicks an empty wine bottle and sends it skittering over to floor to clink against several more. The floor is littered with them where they spilled out from a collapsed wine rack. Some must have shattered from the heat of the fire or impact with the stone floor while others have had their necks snapped off and contents drained. Here too the remains of the lives that once occupied this building are painfully clear. Old furniture, a cold cellar for the preservation of food that was now rotting, a collection of hand tools and a workbench. The corpse did not seem to be hiding behind these fragments, waiting to pounce and rend its one-time allies limb from limb. Eventually, there was only one place left to look. Towards the back of the cellar skulked a large wine cask of the sort that would supply a family for months. The head had been thoroughly broken in and a canvas tarp draped over the opening. Some thinner and softer fabric trailed out of the opening, maybe a bedsheet or the remains of a dress. A familiar skinless hand reached out from under the tarp, grabbed the fabric and pulled the trailing end fully under the trap.
