Delve #1

Albrecht finishes up his looting, making sure he hasn't left any details unchecked. "Right, think we're done here. On to the next room?"

Yes Brother Albrecht, let's continue.

The group leaves the room, and is back in the confines of the narrow, dark, bleak passage.

The next door is 20' down the corridor.

It is also a sturdy wooden construction, kept closed by a metal bar and a lock with the key in it. It must be some sort of a standard solution for this part of the mansion?

As you get closer, you can discern sounds: muffled sobbing and mumbling coming from behind the door.
"No... please... no, no... no... no...

"Sounds like a trap" says Albrecht, trying to prevent his allies from grabbing the key and rushing into the room. "Let me do a quick scan first, make sure you don't get struck by lightning or something if you grab that key."

Albrecht is positive that the door is not trapped.

Speaking in hushed tones Sarrgul looks over at the flagellant, Brother Elias, I am prepared if you would like to do the honors

Elias heaves the bar aside and flings the door open.

The Flagellant flings the door open.

The sobbing and crying ceases instantly. The room is uninhabited.

The door opens to a room, 20' by 20', and eerily similar to the previous one - or perhaps identical? - but most of the furniture is smashed and upturned. The bed's mattress is bloody. The table's legs are broken. The canvas on the stand was slashed violently. The chest next to the bed was flipped over, and the exquisite clothes are torn to shreds. Dried mud and dirt soils the floor.

Outside the single window opposite the door, it's dusk.

"What the..." Albrecht stammers as he gazes upon the contents of the room. "No way the sun went down that fast!"

Ah Brothers, I am sorry, I do not have the spell required to check for magic. Although without any doubt I can say there is definitely something sinister going on here. Perhaps a specter lingers about?