The House of Heron

[Brian]

Liron's eyes widen slightly at that, and he manages a smile.  "Ah," he says quietly.  "I was afraid he might be asking for that kind of help."  He glances at the house again.  "I and I be thinking it might be a good idea to take a look around, eh?  But then ... I don't be thinking that Heron, being I and I, would call just two people."

He unslings his guitar from his back and pulls out the pick, tuning it slightly.  "Maybe we should have a sit and see what happens?"  While waiting for Raven to reply, Liron begins to pluck out, o/` Run For Cover o/`, a somewhat spirited and watchful reggae tune.

(Charisma + Perform at difficulty equal to Time 2 (time-sight): Roll 1: 7, 2, 7, 2, 1, 7, 3, 2; part of an extended (two round) cast using the song as his focus.

(Time 2: Timesight (arete 2, difficulty of ??? - ??? for ability), +1 for willpower: Roll 1: 9, 1 (ouch!) roll 2: 5, 2 (-_-;;))

[Carthrat]

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Though to an outsider, it just sounds like regular (well, well-played) music, Raven and Liron hear flashes of supernatural insight through the melody, all five senses garnering a glimpse of the future...

...which seems remarkably free from altercations or injury, at least, as far as this house, and the area around it goes. The only dangers the interior represents are those of a common household. albeit a messy one... and those you bring in with you.

[Corwin]

"If he did, I have no idea when they would arrive," Raven responds with a shrug. "Looking around before anyone else shows up seems like the best option from where I stand."

[Brian]

"You have a point," Liron agrees.  He lowers his guitar and slings it across his back once more.  "Best we look into this before anything else happens."  Liron doesn't have any weapons or defenses availible, but decides they wouldn't really matter anyway.  He didn't see anything dangerous in the immediate future, after all.  "Shall we?" he gestures to the interior of the building and steps inside, manuvering the door out of the way with one careful foot.

[Corwin]

Raven nods, stepping inside. He takes in the condition of the door, before observing the room beyond it.

[Carthrat]

The door was broken open somehow- a great force was applied to it and a hinge in the persuit of entering the private home. It hangs off one such hinge, and it could probably be pulled off, if it came to that.

The glass on the ground and the facedown painting haven't moved, but the rest of the house is now more visible. Ahead and to the left is a guest bedroom, by the look of things, containing a pristine bed, functional dresser, and a few wooden wardrobes- most of these have been pulled open and ransacked, odds and ends such as clothes and umbrellas pulled out and left haphazardly on the floor. The pillows and matress have been slashed open, as well, and thus piles of stuffing are scattered about the room as well.

The hallway leads further on- you can see a staircase, what looks to be a bathroom, and a couple of other rooms along the way.

[Corwin]

"This is strange." Raven frowns, and turns to face his companion. I'll try and take a look at what happened here," he says. "Wanna check out upstairs for any clues?"

Not waiting for an answer, Raven heads to explore the ground level of the house.

[Carthrat]

OOC: Make an investigation+perception roll.

[Corwin]

OOC: 8, 3

[Carthrat]

Everything on the ground floor has been broken, smashed, or otherwise tampered with; just as notable is the general lack of any obviously magical or hermetic tools.

There are actually three other rooms Raven runs through; a general sitting room or lounge, a kitchen, and a study. The kitchen in particular has been damaged beyond belief, with cupboards open, the sink broken in, and an fallen fridge lying in the middle of a puddle. The stench of rotted food is strong in the air, and knives and glass lie scattered across the floor.

The study and sitting rooms are, at least, slightly less dangerous to walk through- instead of glass and knives, paper and wood lies broken across the floor. The smashed monitor of a computer sits in here, and the books left in the bookshelves and on the ground would seem more likely to belong to a physicist than a mage. Splintered and devastated, a mahogany bookshelf lies facedown in a corner of the room, just below the curtains through which only a muted light passes through.

The sitting room is very classic, containing a fireplace, what *were* expensive, leather chairs, and damaged stereo and hi-fi equipment. There's no television, though- but there are newspapers and novels, also broken.

Curiously, though, you do find one thing- a silver ankh lies near the fireplace, a tiny hole drilled the long end. It's not very big, only about two inches long.

[Corwin]

Raven examines the ankh, frowning as he tries to recall anyone who uses them as symbols.

OOC: occult/intelligence, 4, 1, 5

[Carthrat]

Literally nothing springs to mind about the ankh- Raven can't recall even seeing it in conjunction with magi before. Just as likely it's part of the general junk that's fallen about the place, anyhow...

[Corwin]

Not getting anything, he puts the ankh away for safekeeping, just in case. Done with it, he clears up a circle with a five feet radius on the floor, sweeping the debries away.

Raven settles on the floor, legs crossed, and rests his arms atop his knees. His eyes close and he clears his mind of all thought, humming to himself.

His focus achieved, he casts his mind's eye towards the events that transpired in the room. He tries to center on the place he found the ankh, seeing it as foreign enough to the house to mert a closer look.

OOC: meditation/wits, 6, 6, 5, 6, 9; time 2: divination (+1 willpower point), 2, 1, 7

[Carthrat]

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Time stretches back before the third eye, days whizzing past in a blur of sameness, the house untouched for a day, two days, a week.. but then, Raven sees it.

They charged in, black leather predominating- a gang of some kind, and tore into the house with almost feral intensity- searching, looking, rushing about for some purpose. But on this floor, they found nothing and took nothing, as best as you can gather, one of the violent, black-clad thugs instead leaving something behind without realising. Necklaces.. all of them wear the necklace of an inverted ankh, and the necklace strap of one broke, such was his apparent fury...[/code]

[Corwin]

Raven frowns, keeping his eyes closed for a few more moments as the visions settle down. So that ankh came from those who trashed the house after all, he muses, standing up slowly. He stretches his limbs to get some feeling into them, and then heads upstairs, calling out, "Found anything interesting?"