The party concludes its investigation of the Gatehouse, and following Ligeia’s lead exits the structure.

Though much has transpired already it is still the morning of the same day.

To the north of the gatehouse a low wall runs as far as you can see in the mist (30’).  To the south you see the same.
The low walls seem to separate the manor grounds from the moat below.  Ahead of you is the road you came in on, and behind is the bridge, Jenouise’s carriage and mule.

The slightly green mist moves slowly ever present and limiting visibility to 30’ in any direction.

Somewhere in the distance you hear the distinct sound of organ music playing.

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*Snuffing out his torch, Gorn listens trying to make sense of the music.

Well that’s no spider playing that organ I’ll wager.  Be careful everyone!

*stashing the blur potion away, the Dwarf knight grimaces

Moradin’s Hammer! What in the 9 hells is dat!?  Show me something I can fight.  This creeping about is testing me nerves.

Afamrail frowns

Whoever or whatever it is intends to scare us, I think.

Well this daughter of Peringion is not so easily swayed. Let’s follow this road, it must go to the manor?

Jenouise smiled and softly hums along to the music. It was clear that the music wasn't scaring her, if anything, she found herself slightly dancing to it as she walked, appreciating it for what it was.

Rubus, perhaps in sermonizing mode, says Perhaps it's a sign from the Messiah; or, more likely, a part of the evil that has befallen this area. Either way, I think we shoudl approach. And let us remember that whatever is playing the music may not harm us unless, mayhap, we seek to harm it. He pauses. Uh, well, I guess it's better than random wandering.

Ligeia falls in step next to the mildly capering clown as she and the others tread across the grounds of Blackwell Manor.

"We all must find ways to pass the time, one way or another," she muses, as she listens to the melancholic music. "Some, I fear, have been awarded a endless surfeit of time."

 The party moves forward along the gravel road and just ahead finds a crossroads.  The road you are on continues to the west.  Another road going north appears just ahead.  To the southwest is a low wall about 3' high with a gate.  A smaller road or path runs along it and to the south.

Just in front of the gate stands an old woman with a hoe, quietly talking to herself as she digs in the ground, apparently tending a flower bed where no flowers are growing.

All roll initiative and also a WIS check please.

Rubus, perhaps silently praying, may be slow to act; but, in some matters, he is wise.

14:00, Today: Rubus Elann rolled 14 using 4d6 with rolls of 1,3,6,4.  INIT, WIS.

Initiative: 4   Wisdom: 15