Every time that we think that this place couldn't get wore, that it couldn't get weirder, that it couldn't up the gut wrenching terror; we get proven dead wrong. On the upside I didn't nearly die in the past couple of days, so that's looking up. Winter's helping to get me over this bug that the rat swarms gave me. Being sick always makes ye more cranky I've found.
So we went a traipsing around the asylum some more, looking for answers, and while we did find some, they also gave us more questions. We found the administrator in charge of the whole place with some sort of odd miasma coming out of her mouth, think her name was Eliege Losandro. Ranger put her down before anything really bad happened. Sleuth figured out that there was some sort of fracking portal inside her body. Seriously…a portal. To where, no one knows, but doesn't look to be a normal place. Upside, we got some keys. Oh…almost forgot. This was creepy bleeder number one for the day. The admin was just bleeding all hemorrhagic style out of anything that could leak and it had puddled down on the floor. Seriously, more than what should have been inside her but we've stopped questioning that sort of thing.
Next, we talked down one of the crazy folk and dropped a couple more of the dyed in the cotton cultists. They were looking for any info on their master and while they didn't find it, a couple of keys and some digging did. We got a running decades long history on Zanadalus, Ulver Zandalus as it turns out, his history and the crazy level of drugs the guy had taken along the way. Then the interesting part happened. We found documentation with our names(?) on it. Brief descriptions of what had been going on with us when the Count, Haserton Lowls IV, came across us and some notes. Nowhere near the whole story on any of us, but a beginning. Oh, and names. Turns out we all have 'em and we might have given the correct ones to the count. Though that's still in question as bow boy is apparently named Grilled Cheese.
So, papers in tow we continued on in search of supplies and got to another crazy haunted thing up in here. This one deluged me with blood. Seriously like slid me back as it dropped a wave of blood. So that was more than a little wrong. I really am getting done with all of the haunts in this creepy arsed place. We figured out the blood was all coming from an old lady sitting in a wheeled chair looking out some windows whose heart had literally exploded out of her chest.
Continuing our sweep found us at a room so dark I couldn't see inside…so dark. Inside was a wee one's voice calling out for his brother. When we tried to talk, something from that darkness came out and bit me. Took the strength right out of me it did and that's just embarrassing. Thinking on it we went to go get the lamp that his brother has to try to coax him out, and so we returned to "camp" to talk to the wee one's twin. He won't hand over the lamp until we've proven we can bring it back, so he wants a couple o' his toys from his room, some soldiers. So off we trot.
Crap, almost forgot, we did some more library time as well. Started looking into one of the multiverses true boogey men, a creature that is apparently responsible for the wendigos. Research and write, at the peril of your own sanity.