Three sides of the manor are covered in thick, ropy webs, and a figure stands along the approach to the manor - one fingerless hand stretched out in the universal gesture of "Halt!", the other hand pointing back along the roadway. A corpse, staked to the earth, and flayed of every inch of skin, it is an appalling sight. It's also a warning the party refuses to heed.
Using the standard party tactic of hey-diddle-diddle, straight up the middle, they essentially assaulted Malvern Manor in a SWAT style raid. On the porch they get slapped around by giant spiders that pack a punch but lack staying power - one hit and they drop. The largest spider teleported back and forth, landing a few blows before being gutted at range by a highly accurate Grim the rogue.
Inside, the party lured a pair of starving guard dogs into a bathroom using a day's rations, and then barred the three headed beasts inside. The ground floor echoed with bestial howls from the basement, and a thumping and moaning from the floor above. Searching the living area for clues revealed...
Upstairs the party found a pair of nice bedrooms, one of which contained a starving, eyeless, fingerless, and tongueless brother, crazed beyond all sanity. No attempts at first aid or magic healing could mend the wretches severed mind. The party did find a journal written by one of the Malvern Brothers that pointed the way to a hole to hell in the backyard of the manor.
The top floor was given over to four summoning circles that the party dared not touch.
The stairs down led to a small landing, flooded by six inches of water. The water, the howls, and the dank oppression led the party back upstairs - nothing could be worth all that trouble.
The last thing to investigate - the back altar - would have to wait for the next session.
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