WFRP 2.0 The Haunting IC

[LarsWester]

The cellar's musty smell tickled the nostrils as the group of four descends into the dark cellarway. Sounds of Pickles snarling and her nails clattering against the stone floor came from ahead. The group continued forward losing what light the double full moon night sky provided. Looking back toward the cellar door several leaves are seen billowing past the wind outside seemed to be picking up. An eerily low pitched moan-like sound is faintly audible within the cellar. The four found themselves staring into the darkness unable to discern where Pickles might be at.