JharyOConnah
Explorer
Eovin flew up and through the tiny space the cracked double doors left. She looked around the dead queen's private bedchamber as she flitted about silently. There was a large canopy bed, multiple throw rugs made of exotic animal furs, a large fireplace (with fire roaring), a big table with rotted fruit, multiple cushioned wooden chairs around said table, and another smaller table to one side holding half empty bottles of spirits and wine.
Also, a hunched man wearing a ripped satin dress sat near the fire. He ran long-nailed fingers through his long beard. He wore a jeweled, golden crown to one side. A large ruby adorned a ring on his right hand. In his left, an ornate and bejeweled rod rested casually. He cackled and coughed periodically, egging his pets on.
Near the center of the nicely furnished apartment, two alligator-dogs with two-headed snakes for tales gnawed on the bones left over after what could only have been a hobgoblin snack (as in the hobgoblin was the snack and all that's left are the bones).
The wizard, Fib'Karna, wheezed with every breath. Occasionally he threw a moldy grape in the fire or mumbled about the crown on his head or the lord protector's ring on his finger. He kept waving the sceptre around.
None of the room occupants seemed to notice the door open slightly, even as Eovin rejoined the group.
(Alan can still take an action.)
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Also, a hunched man wearing a ripped satin dress sat near the fire. He ran long-nailed fingers through his long beard. He wore a jeweled, golden crown to one side. A large ruby adorned a ring on his right hand. In his left, an ornate and bejeweled rod rested casually. He cackled and coughed periodically, egging his pets on.
Near the center of the nicely furnished apartment, two alligator-dogs with two-headed snakes for tales gnawed on the bones left over after what could only have been a hobgoblin snack (as in the hobgoblin was the snack and all that's left are the bones).
The wizard, Fib'Karna, wheezed with every breath. Occasionally he threw a moldy grape in the fire or mumbled about the crown on his head or the lord protector's ring on his finger. He kept waving the sceptre around.
None of the room occupants seemed to notice the door open slightly, even as Eovin rejoined the group.
(Alan can still take an action.)
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