No sense waiting around. You spin your staff-spear under your arm and start towards the castle walls. With two hundred feet of open ground to cover, you keep a brisk pace, staying as low to the ground as you can... just in case someone looks your way from the towers. The last thing you need is for that mantis-creature to come hurtling out of the shadows at you.
Your fears prove unfounded, thankfully. You make it to the wall without incident, scampering into the cover of the collapsed tower's piled-up remnants. There's little left of the place but rubble, you're quick to see: stone from an age long gone, scattered into haphazard stacks wherever they'd fallen centuries ago. Nothing remained of the furniture or decoration on what little wall was still standing, nor any other sign of the salamanders that once called this place home.
Only once you're at the base of the wall, pausing to catch your breath, do your frilled ears perk up: there's a soft, melodic sound carrying on the morning breeze, from not far at all away. Is that... yes, it's singing! Your first thoughts turn towards Tyroa and the harpies, thinking you might have stumbled onto them, but... no, you know well enough that if you'd bumbled into a harpy's song, your brain would be nothing but fuck and breed by now. You shake the thought and crane your head towards the singing voice, trying to make it out a little clearer.
<<Wisdom Check: Failure (17 vs. 8)!>>
No luck. The wind's picking up, distorting the voice into a haunting whisper that carries out from inside the castle yard, accompanied by what sounds like the mournful chords of a low-tuned gallichon. You're sure the song comes from the other side of the broken tower, though, not far away at all. Getting through the rubble without alerting the singer would be tricky at best, but...
Your fears prove unfounded, thankfully. You make it to the wall without incident, scampering into the cover of the collapsed tower's piled-up remnants. There's little left of the place but rubble, you're quick to see: stone from an age long gone, scattered into haphazard stacks wherever they'd fallen centuries ago. Nothing remained of the furniture or decoration on what little wall was still standing, nor any other sign of the salamanders that once called this place home.
Only once you're at the base of the wall, pausing to catch your breath, do your frilled ears perk up: there's a soft, melodic sound carrying on the morning breeze, from not far at all away. Is that... yes, it's singing! Your first thoughts turn towards Tyroa and the harpies, thinking you might have stumbled onto them, but... no, you know well enough that if you'd bumbled into a harpy's song, your brain would be nothing but fuck and breed by now. You shake the thought and crane your head towards the singing voice, trying to make it out a little clearer.
<<Wisdom Check: Failure (17 vs. 8)!>>
No luck. The wind's picking up, distorting the voice into a haunting whisper that carries out from inside the castle yard, accompanied by what sounds like the mournful chords of a low-tuned gallichon. You're sure the song comes from the other side of the broken tower, though, not far away at all. Getting through the rubble without alerting the singer would be tricky at best, but...
