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The truce is accepted, and Rahadin leads the way out through double doors, down a dark and dusty corridor with sagging beams overhead. An absurdly-steep staircase, like something from an ancient tomb, climbs up to a servant’s entrance on Castle Ravenloft’s ground floor. The black carriage that...

Rahadin is quick, and possessed of some magic that lets him travel, unseen, out of Moire's reach and over to Fianna, who he quickly strikes down. His martial philosophy holds to first target the weakest among one's foes, the better to profit ensuing misery and chaos. While attacking with his...

Rahadin's lips shift in an almost imperceptible manner that might be this stiff, affectless man's approximation of a wry grin. He stands more upright and takes a half-step back from the table, bringing the curved sword he wears on his hip in easier reach of his hand. He seems not at all...

Rahadin observes Moire with cool detachment as she advances to the double doors about thirty feet from him. From her place below the morbid bone chandelier, she notices an oblong shape up in the shadowy recesses of the ceiling. The shifting candlelight reveals an enormous spider's cocoon that...

The piece of thighbone that makes the doorknob is smooth and turns easily in Hircus' hand, and the door opens inward without complaint. The warm glow of hundreds of candles dances from within. This is without question the Hall of Bones, an imposing ossuary nearly as large as the audience chamber...

In the brief moment, by the passing light of HIrcus' cantrip, Moire sees other effects in those alcoves that can be spied from the archway: spears, rusted chain coifs, a mildewed banner in one corner, shields decorated with a raven coat of arms. The bones in these alcoves belonged to neither...

"Where is the cabinet?" the accountant asks. "Ah, I use the word in its old sense, meaning the full breadth of the Count's collections. If it were all together in one place, that would make my life easier, certainly. Anyway, good luck to you." He returns to his scribbling. As Syvis...

The accountant is a bit perturbed when Moire begins this fresh line of inquiry, but his interest is clearly piqued when she mentions Sergei's blade. "Ah, of course! A sword that once belonged to the Count's brother. A family memento. That would be something to put in the cabinet. I've never...

"I can't make any promises if torture or ensorcellment enter the picture," the accountant says with a grim smile that shows off his rotten teeth, "but otherwise, why should I speak of your passing? After all, they never tell me anything about what goes on here, despite the constant expectation...

With his eyes fixed on Moire and Fianna, the account continues to grasp at the empty air where the bell pull was, until his overextended reach causes his chair to start tipping back. His feet kick up and he starts to pinwheel his arms. This motion soon snaps the chain on his left wrist tight...

As Moire maneuvers around the desk, she spots four good-sized wooden chests among the books and papers on the floor towards the rear of the room. The other end of the chain on the manacle is fused to a metal bolt encased in a long horizontal slot that runs across the accountant's side of the...

The man behind the desk rolls his eyes and shakes his head. With a long sigh, he takes up his dry quill and dips it in a nearby inkpot. His left hand reaches over the blotter to gather some scraps of paper, allowing Moire, and anyone near the doorway, to see and hear the manacle and chain that...

The door itself is reinforced with iron bars and gives not at all to the brunt of Moire's impact. The left-hand jamb where the bolt resides however, is another matter. It squeals, cracks and warps, freeing the door, which, thus released, swings wide open into the room beyond. Moire's momentum...

"And this is Zhudun?" Tegan asks. The scene before Hircus' unconscious eye has shifted. Tegan stands in front of an enormous block of cloudy amber at least eight feet tall. There's a jagged black scar deep in the center of the block. "It looks just the same as the others," Tegan remarks. "How...

What seems like it could be another quick fight against the castle's undead inhabitants takes a turn for the worse as more gruesome servant's arrive: a cook from downstairs, and the butler from before, who crawls upside-down on the ceiling before dropping down twenty feet on top of Hircus. This...