>>5999127"Tis old dried blood staining the wood..." One of the warriors pronounces gravely.
"Aye, and lots of it. The entire length of the ceiling has them." Another points to a series of wooden ceiling panels down the hallway.
"There are weapon marks nicking the wood too." The final battle hardened Baphomet announces his discovery.
"A chitenjo worthy of Genkoan," you mutter. The dark story of the siege of Fushimi Castle comes to the forefront of your mind. The tale of two thousand samurai holding out against an army of forty thousand for eleven days and then the entire castle garrison committing suicide at the very end. Their blood streaming over wood floorboards and staining them for centuries to come.
That's when you realize something. The strange sounds within the house are not wind blowing through or wood shifting; it is something else.
"Quiet, and listen." You order your group.
Your group strains their ears and listens; the place is alive, for lack of a better term. Rooms weep, wood groans, paper sighs, metal screeches. There are moments when the house steals a sobbing intake of breath and then unfetters a panting, ragged exhalation of a quiet something.
You can only designate the sound of it as a scream.
One long, silent scream.
Relentless.
Eternal.
Unnatural.
Words!
Your ears don't quite understand, but the lacerated shapes of the sound are most definitely words. What sort of horror have you walked into!?
"I hear, 'let me out'." A terrified, weak voice interrupts your concentration.
It takes all your nerve not to jump in surprise at the sudden sound of your guide's voice. The fat goat man looks pale and is shaking in terror, eyes wide, and frantically looking around for an exit. The three battle-hardened warriors look only mildly spooked and irritated.
"Meep. Me shipmates can hack and bash at fleshy things. Meep. Ghostly horrors require different equipment." Gripping his axe tighter, the leader of the three grimly eyes the hallway leading further into the house.
You sigh. "I've watched enough horror movies to know that retracing our steps back to get out is pointless. I am open to hearing what you think is actually going on."
You hate this situation. Why are you suffering through a real-life version of the movie Ju-On?
"<span class="mu-i">Huff</span>. The Brother Brass Gate is paired with the Sister Brass Gate. So the Sister must have allowed a terrible thing into the World."
Great, so there are TWO fucking things that need killing! Those things might even be working together to kill the Baphomets and you. Of course, if you are lucky, maybe the Wyvern will eat the other damn monster.
>three anons roll 2d6 each!