Ooc: Emral does this in a grim and serious way. I personally would be like “ew. Eww. So gross. Eww. Why is it not coming off fast enough? Where did they get that blood from? I bet we’re gonna find a Sorcerer who wants to fight me but I’m not gonna until they wash their hands.”

Is there blood on his cloak, or did it not come off the stone?

Emral gets up from the stone and takes the lantern back from Malak, and continues east through the courtyard towards the stone wall.

ooc: How big is the radius of the lantern light? The hope is they can get out of the direct wind and fill out the map!  So far just grass and a stone. No sign of tombstones! What kind of cemetary is this?  Hmmmmmm, maybe C5 or thereabouts has a mausoleum or something? Maybe stairs down to a dungeon catacomb?

Emral presses to the east and the safety of the church.
5ft ahead he can make out the rear stone wall.
And at his feet yet a third tombstone, same shape and glyph.
The winds gain a fever pitch, humming inside your ears
and the grasses whip wildly into your faces, cutting your flesh with sharp edges.

Emral slashes the invading grass, which offensive blades fall at his feet in E4.
The stones feel anchored o the earth.

Although he dares not take out his ink quill and map in this gale, he glances back at the stones in E/F2 and E3 to remember their positions at a safer time.

He and Malak step forward to the wall at E5 and the winds and snow abruptly cease.
Emral's shaky lantern illumes anew.

They stand next to a stone wall that extends twenty feet to the rear of the church, forming a 20 x20ft courtyard. Ten feet in front of them is the 10x10weathered wooden belfry rising 20 ft to the huge bell.
5 ft ahead on the wall is a simple wooden door.

Twisted melted glass shards from the high windows overhead across the courtyard litter the sandy earth.
A shovel leans against the wall beneath them.
 

There is no storm. No wind. No snow falls. The grasses are still, standing tall from their fresh blanket.
The sky is clear above you. A harsh bitter cold felt by Malak, but the ring warms Emral.

The door is beside you in the wall. 
The wooden belfry beyond - its rickety staircase winding up to a huge copper bell, which is oxidized to a milky blue/green patina, clear even in this dull lantern light.
 

Emral takes a look at the yard they've passed through, trying to see where there are any stones like those that had the glyph on them.

"Let's get inside this door," Emral points to the wooden door next to him. "Do you think it'll be locked or trapped by whoever's rigged this place with glyphs?"

“I’m seeing a circle of stones, maybe it’s something that they used to create the curse? The acolyte having a ring of warmth that protected me from the cold is convenient. I’m guessing there’s more of them, and maybe they are the ones who melted down the gold. If we can find you a ring like this one, maybe we can get a look inside the cold spell!”

fireinthedust wrote:

ooc:  Are the stones in a formation similar to the glyph itself?  And are these all that are above the snow, which from this side looks calm?  Like, when we're in the cemetery it's a blizzard, but past the line of stones it's calm? 

Emral tries to make sense of the glyph but doesn't see any similarities between the mark and the layout of the stones he can see through the tall gras and the fresh blanket of snow.

He ponders how the howling winds and the pelting snow ceased instantaneously as they stepped across the threshold of the courtyard.

Agreed! You first? Maybe check for traps or locks?  Emral is likely going to fail saving throws, and now that we’re at a door I’m feeling paranoid that we will suddenly find a trap.

The door looks original. The pull is simple iron. Banded hinges on inside of stone jamb.