Goren the Butcher
Requiring a way into the Helling Estate and with little time to waste, the group sent Rajah to scout out the walled residence. After a few hours of careful observation, the Aslani discovered that the estate would receive a delivery of meat on a semi-regular basis, every few hours, from ’Goren’s Fine Meats’. With no other way in, the group decided to pay Goren a visit. After hinting they knew about his business with Lord Helling, and threatening to reveal it if the butcher didn’t help them get inside, the group soon found themselves hidden amongst sacks of raw meat in a waggon bound for the Helling Estate.
- Rajah. He didn’t want to help, but informing him that his help was the best chance of not having me murder the entire place convinced him pretty quickly to put aside his hesitation and sneak us in.
- Sei. XXX
The Helling Estate
Once they had been dumped into the larder, out of sight of the guards, the trio extracted themselves from the sacks, much to the horror of the manservant standing nearby. Gaunt-eyed and terrified, the man, Elliot, didn’t require much convincing to tell the group what was going on: Lord Helling and the rest of the manner had become stricken with a disease, and now all they ate was raw human flesh. Because of what he knew, Elliot had been prevented from leaving while he was forced to supply food to the infected had been locked in the tunnels beneath the estate, which could be accessed through the wine cellar.
Following Elliot’s directions, the group made their way down into the tunnels beneath the estate, finding themselves in ancient catacombs of exquisite craftsmanship, the air was thick with the smell of mould and rotting meat. The group eventually found Lord Helling in a room re-fashioned into a private study. The lord was chained to a heavy oak chair, sinew is hanging out of his mouth, and saliva mixed with blood running down the front of his shirt. Blood and half-chewed flesh littered his table.
At that moment Lord Helling seemed to rouse from his dormant state, moaning and growling as he tried to lunge at Sei (the only one to sneak into the room). This incident caused the rest of the catacombs to come suddenly alive with the moans of the other Strix that had since laid dormant. As the horde advanced towards the group, their numbers growing with every second, a hooded figure appeared at the back of the horde, proudly declaring himself as Baxton Gresh, former manager of the estate, and the man responsible for the outbreak.
- Rajah. Room full of meat was actually a room full of chopped up humanoid bits. After a dazzling display of my social skills, it turns out the in-house butcher is being held against his will. His family threatened fairly vanilla stuff. He answered my questions happily enough and told us how to get to the lord prick in charge. Blind-sided by a plot twist, the lord was staked to his would-be throne. We did finally find the head felsh-heap in charge finally. I plan to give myself a proper introduction in short order.
- Sei. XXX