1.2 - In Search of Sanity - The Dead Don't Dream

Iosef tries to get a shot in with his crossbow but can't get a bead on the creature he knows they must be fighting ahead of him.

The small creature stands from its position and tries again the cry out again. When no sound comes from its lips it stamps its feet into the ground with small, soft *thud* sounds.

Grim glares at the second muted punk and thrusts with the arcane blade, hoping to put it down quickly. He didn't relish the thought of being attached to another one.

Razhel takes a step back as the other freak drops and fires her readied crossbow.

As more dark cold rained down, Axon aimed to ensure the fetal perisher remained silent permanently.

Reflex

The small creature dips out of the way of both Grim and Razhel's attacks, but again fails to avoid the icy motes cast by Axon. As they pummel into the soft-bodies thing, it explodes in a small font of gore.Looking over the body of the doctor on the floor, you find several glass bottles containing Alchemist's Fire.

Treasure:
6x Bottle of Alchemist Fire

Grim feels his skin start to itch as they wind their way through the halls back near where they had subdued the river of blood spewing from the wheelchair-bound spirit. As he reaches to open the hall door before them, he notices a red, itching rash creeping from the sleeve of his jacket. He can feel it running up his neck and across the insides of his arms, emanating from the burning, itching bite on his leg (Grim suffers -2 Dex and Cha so long as the irritating rash remains).

Inside the room are racks of cleaning supplies and bins of stained laundry stewing with mildew and filth. The small space is filled now with a unique, acrid scent not helped by the presence of a corpse sitting and leaning against the far wall. She appears to have been an orderly, her uniform still visible below a hastily-dawned suit of studded leather armor. A simple, wooden truncheon lies near her hand. Her body bears numerous stab wounds.

Upon scanning the room for magic, Axon feels auras emanating from the woman's cloak, as well as a couple bottles of liquid in her pocket. Partially hidden under the armor, a name badge is still present, indicating this woman was named "D. Hobes".Treasure:
Cloak (Abjuration aura, DC 20 Spellcraft to identify)
Bottle of Green liquid (Transmutation Aura, DC 17 Spellcraft to identify)
Bottle of light blue liquid (Abjuration aura, DC 16 Spellcraft to identify)

Razhel notices Grim's obvious discomfort, but has nothing she can do for him to relieve it.

"Let us search these doors south of the hallway first and then the double doors on the north?" She suggests.

"Let's inspect these curiosities first, Razhel," Axon suggested, already inspecting them more closely.

Iosef looks over the cloak himself, curious as to its nature.

Grim agrees with Razhel. The irritation to his skin is making him more and more irritated with their situation here in the asylum and he just wants it all to be done.

Heading into the communal ward south of you, you find a row of identical beds, their matching frames marked with chipped white paint. Dingy white curtains separate each bed, but offer only the illusion of privacy. Each bed has padded manacles and leather restraints affixed to them.

As you enter, a hoarse voice screams, "No! Not again! Keep away from me, you bastard!"

Behind the curtain hiding one of the beds lies a man, restrained securely. Though he writhes in the restraints, and shakes his head back and forth, his eyes are closed and he appears to be sound asleep. Whatever nightmare has taken this man, it is causing sweat to bead upon his head as he appears to be fighting for his life.

አስማትን ፈልግ።

With a magic word, Axon opened his arcane third eye to inspect the man and the room. Was he really a man or a shapeshifter?

Axon senses an a magical aura surrounding the man's upper body.

"Hold, friends. There's something magical about him or something on him. Let me see..."

Iosef watches Axon attempt to ascertain the spell that has taken over the man. "I will help, friend," he says, lifting his hands and focusing on the energy. After several moments, his arms drop limply to his sides. "I am sorry - I didn't get anything from it. You?"

Elias catches up with the others and stops as soon as he hears to a different voice. Instinctively, he's hands searches the hilt of his sword. Axon's words don't help with his uneasiness . "Is he... is he one of them?"