Waterdeep: Dragon Heist

[Abrahms]

Opening the door, Alveron was surprised at how nice it was inside -- only to hear footsteps up above. She sighed as Tristan called out and muttered to Kharul, "You'll find he does that pretty often ... do we want to try and chase them or wait them out if they try to return?"

 

[ramonlimon2]

"It's not like this is a surprise. We were told in no uncertain terms a poltergeist was haunting the place. Of course they're going to make phantom sounds. I'm just trying to establish a rapport so we don't immediately end up in a fight." Tristan defends himself.

 

[WetHawk]

Kharul stares at Tristan for a moment before shrugging. “Right, then. Didn’t expect ta cleric ta be interested in anythin’ other than smitin’ ta bastard.” He stroked his beard for a moment before offering some nuggets of information he had been saving. “In tha’ case, ya should know that ta spook we’re dealin’ with’s probably trapped here fer some reason. Odds are, we can probably do a favor fer it and it’ll fook off to ta great beyond.”

 

[maasnssmaamsm]

Biz stayed close by to Alveron, not wanting to be left alone with the scary duergar or the death-prone cleric. He attempted to sneak with her, knowing that his natural agility would be useful for this task, but forgot for a moment to retcact the claws on his feet, leading to a few small tapping sounds that he quickly attempted to dampen.

 

[ramonlimon2]

"Looks like whatever is keeping it here is something to do with the bar. The outside's fallen to shit but somebody's been keeping the inside in pretty good upkeep."

 

[Expersprobi]

As Alveron and Biz made their way to the back of the house and Tristan and Kahrul waited in the tavern, the foot steps continued. The two headed to the residence hear footsteps on the other side of the door as they approach, but they stop abruptly as they reach the door. Alveron peers through the keyhole, spying a pair of house slippers but not much else. As they open the door they find an empty but pleasant common room with simple furniture; a large couch and side table along with a large candelabra and sitting chair.

Downstairs, as the footsteps end, a ghostly figure passes through the ceiling and into the floor. The spectral half-elf is only in the tavern for a moment.

 

[ramonlimon2]

Tristan sighs and walks over to the basement hatch, attempting to pull it open so he can follow the spirit into the cellar

 

[Expersprobi]

The basement hatch was held in place by a large, heavy chain; it rattled as Tristan tried to open it. Reaching through the gap, he was able to release the chain and fully open the door exposing stairs down into the dark, unlit basement. Tristan begins his decent, Kharul following closely behind with his flail at the ready. In the grey tones of his darkvision, the dwarf cannot see any sign of the ghost.

Up on the second floor, Alveron and Biz begin exploring the residence above the tavern after placing a ball bearing in each of the slippers. Passing from room to room, they find only a small number of them are furnished and only those that it appears were traversed were cleaned to the respectable standards of the tavern below.

 

[Abrahms]

Working around the second floor since they were in a private place, Alveron's posture changed, and even her way of speaking: "Huh, wouldn't think things would be so nice up here too. Not sure where whoever or whatever I heard went, but apparently they have some preferred rooms." Returning to the slippers she placed a ball bearing in each, turning to Biz to explain, "I figure if someone puts their feet in, the ball bearing'll probably annoy them, they might toss them, and make noise so we know if they're here again. Also the weight'll make it harder for these to move too easily if somehow it's the wind or something."

Pushing herself back to her feet she turned to look at the stairs leading to the next floor and motioned to Biz to attempt to be quiet again. Raising her head barely above the floor, she noticed a spectral figure moving up the steps to the attic in an apparent hurry. Watching for a moment she slowly lowered herself to sit on the stairs, her eyes wide and whispered, "Uh ... I think Volo was right about this place being haunted. Pretty sure I just saw a ghost moving to the attic ...?" Alveron messed with her braid for a moment, "We ... still need to sort this out though -- counting on you for the magic if needed, Biz. You good to continue? Hoping we can just try to speak to it, prevent anything from getting too out of hand..."