Multiple invitation were sent to various adventurers around Ustalav to attend Petros Lorrimors funeral. Petros Lorrimor was a famous University teacher from Lepidstadt University. In recent years he stood down his position from the university as the professor of dark arts. Many of his peers speculated that the late professors decision to stand down was not one made out of person choice, rather he had been forced out of his position by people whom have significant influence within Lepidstadt. Many speculate this was why the Professor went on a sebatical, moving out of the Vielands and relocating to Ravensgro in Cantewell. Nevertheless Lorrimor was one of the most brilliant minds in all of Ustalav. He wrote numerous books regarding occults, undeath and the undead, planar worlds, gods, religion, new sciences and much more. Lorrimor not only rekindled the dwindling reputation of Lepidstadt University. Especially after the Palantinites removed Alphon Cormarc, overthrowing his hereditary rule and instilling a new government. A government in which a select group of councillors were elected as officials to oversee the governing of the Barony.
Lorrimor was like a father figure to many of the students whom attended the Lepidstadt university. A very generous man, with a fond love for adventure and studying ancient tombs and forgotten religions. He had take on many famous protégés over the years. None more famous then Viktor Von’Drakh and Philias Krane. Both brilliant alchemists with a passion for knowledge and the discovering of ancient artefacts. Those whom really knew the Professor respected not only his knowledgeable mind, but the fact he helped many victims cursed by afflictions, diseases and curses. Lorrimor in the past had developed a understanding between the Werewolves, unseelie and seelie fey, and many other denizens of the Shudderwoods. None more prolific then the conspiracies say the Queen of the all the Werewolf tribes, Kvalca Sain. His diplomatic connections overseen the first druids cabal in all of Ustalav to settle in a city. It had take the Professor many years to accomplish such a feat.
Yet despite is accomplishments many feared the professor. Especially for his thirst for understanding the ancient Kellid tribes and the denizens in the stars they worshipped. The death of the brilliant and widely-traveled Petros Lorrimor left his vast network of friends shocked and dismayed. Although the town of Ravengro was too remote for many,the death of the brilliant and widely-traveled Petros Lorrimor left his vast network of friends shocked and dismayed. Although the town of Ravengro is too remote for many of his closest allies to visit, a few of his more adventuresome acquaintances have made the journey to pay their respects to the departed at his funeral. of his closest allies to visit, a few of his more adventuresome acquaintances have made the journey to pay their respects to the departed at his funeral.
Petros Lorrimor leaves behind his daughter Kendra, a bright young woman who remains determined to persevere despite the sudden death of her father. Petros Lorrimor leaves behind his daughter Kendra, a bright young woman who remains determined to persevere despite the sudden death of her father.
Petros Lorrimors body was found on the edge of Harrowstone Prison on Welday the 16th of Calistril, 4711. Lorrimors head had been crushed by a loose falling rock of debris from the wall that surrounded the old haunted prison. Councillor Hearthmount sent out numerous invitations to each of the Professors friends, as according to the will he left behind. Hearthmount had suspected something far more sinister to the Professors death, as Lorrimor had only days before his death completed a new final will and last testament. He had also spoken to Hearthmount several times about overseeing the welfare of his beloved daughter Kendra, whom he had feared for her safety. As per Lorrimors final request the Hearthmount, the councillor sent out invitations to beneficiaries of his will. The invitations read as follows;
As each of Petros Lorrimors friends arrived at the small Homlet of Ravensgro they passed a sign which left a disturbing and dire warning to magic users;
WARNINIG SPELLCASTERS WILL BE SHOT. MAGIC IS ILLEGAL
The travel to Ravensgro was a long hike for many. As Lorrimors travels often took him outside of his national country of origin. As such he had created friends all around Cantawell, ustalav and surrounding nations. The barony of Cantewell had a reputation for its citizens being very suspicious of outsiders. In particular spellcasters. This was mainly due to the horror stories the youth had grown up on as p
The adventurers were greeted by difficult stares, whispers said behind there back as they passed by and even scowls by many of the elderly, more xenophobic members of the Ravensgro Comunity. One particular man yelled “Leave or be cursed foe eternity”. Eventually Anca a witch, Ecthelion a paladin of Sarenrae, Oghren a shield brother of the clan Furyshield and Fsther Ezekial a gunslinger of Pharasma made there way to the late Professors house. After introducing themselves to on another the four adventurers were warned by Kendra Lorrimor, the professors daughter, that not everyone in Ravensgro liked her father. Many were happy to see him dead, as it was a common superstition that her father was a necromancer. Kendra was positive there was more to her fathers death as he was a careful man. She also warned the adventurers that the folk of Ravensgro did not like outsiders, and were a closed knit group. "Many of the citizens of Ravensgro are hold onto ancient superstitions. Therefore the community can be unwelcoming to outsiders, as my father and I have learnt since we moved here from Lepidstadt. There are however many that welcome new faces in town. Especially councillor He. She yold them this was a strange little town and to weary whenever they left the manoe.
After being warned the adventurers were asked to spend the night and get some much needed rest for tomorrow they would be required to carry Lorrimors body from the Temple of Pharasma in town to the Restlands, the Ravensgro graveyard. With the hour getting late, the new friends shared some of there tales of the adventures they had had with the late professor, drinking late into the night in celebration of his memory. The dwarf drunk allot more then Kendra would have liked.
After breakfast Grimburrow escorted the adventurers to the Pharasma temple to gather the coffin and body of Lorrimor, to take to take to the Restlands. It would be about a 2 mile hike from the temple to the Restlands, as they would take a route that kept them away from the populated areas of Ravensgro. When Ecthelion asked why, Grimburrow answerd “The Professor was not very liked here in Ravensgro. Many folk considered his studies to be witchery, black arts or devil worship. I do not wish to see harm brought upon those the professor loved, or his memory disgraced by hooligans”. With that in mind Ecthelion keep his weapon strapped despite being asked by Grimburrow to leave it behind. His new friends did the same.
Making there way up the hill as pallbearers, the four adventurers were confronted by a local group of thugs whom started to heckle the coffin bearers. Anca tried to convince them kindly to leave, “Leave now there will be time to play later” with a lust tone and revealing part of her cleavage. Oghren was barking at them “if yea want a fight I’ll give em one”. Ecthelion concerned with the memory of his friends body made sure nothing happened of his friends coffin. Ecthlion said “We want no trouble but will defend ourselves if set upon” twisting to the side revealing his scimitar. Ezekial warned the thugs he was armed that he was heavily armed, flashing his pistols. “Go away, you are a disgrace attack a dead mans body and his final wish” Ezekial said. Ezekial was just happy Kendra was not here with them to see what was happening.
However after a rock was throw Anca had enough, she let go of the coffin and conjured a fear spell to chase the hecklers off. Immeadiately the other pall bearers had to compensate for one less bearer. After chasing a few off, Gibbs Hepthanus picked up a nearby large stick and thratened to crack open their skulls if they did not leave. “Get the fuck out of town. There ain’t no honour in protecting a necromancers memory” Gibbs barked. With the threatening gesture Ezekial immeadiately drawed his pistol and fired a warning shot, which wqs enough to chase the remaining thugs off. At the same time Ecthelion and Oghren struggled with the coffin, eventually stabalising its rocking, moments before Anca and Ezekial returned to help carrry the blackwood coffin.
At the funeral the adventurers met several councillors, father grimburrow and Adivion Adressant, an old friend of the professor. Councillor Hearthmount warned he party that “Due to the privacy and security Ravensgro citizens enjoy, please proclude from any further use of magic without clearing it with the council first. The signs are more there as a deterrent, but the townsfolk do not look kindly on spellcasters within the citys limits”. Anca simply laughed at the statement, loud enough to get grumbles from Hearthmount.
The ceremony was underway with Father Grimburrow taking up the main sermon. The whole time Kendra clutched a ceramic skull to replace the one of her fathers, which made a few of the adventurers a little uncomfortable.
It was her belief her father would need his eyes to follow the pale ladies guides in the afterlife, as not to return a restless spirit enternally seeking its head. She place the ceramic skull in the coffin along with some alchemical herbs and components that were suppose to keep the dead from rising. As she backed away from the coffin Kendra broke down into tears. Ezekial tried his best to comfort her. Each friend was invited up to speak on the professors behalf.
Oghren said “Lorrimor was a true to dwarf to me. He once saved my life from a wraith whom had paralyzed me stiff like a stone statue, pushing me out of the way and dragging me to safety on a trip I signed on for. He was the reason I took to adventuring”. The single tear ran down he dwarfs cheek, as he began to sniffle alot.
Anca said “I saved his life from roving orcs in the Tusk mountains. He never truley understood the perils of adventuring, but his thirtst for knowledge on the paranormal was what made him such a brilliant man. But in the end he lived and died a fool”. She did not flinch or cry at all, although her words made Kendra cry even more and she got cross looks from the other adventurers.
Ecthelion said “He saved my life, I had been trapped in a tomb with a powerful lich after the roof of a tomb collapsed. The rest of the expeditionary team had left me to die. But Lorrimor stayed behind and dug me out with his bare hands. His hands had hardly any skin left on them he dug that hard. He was an honourable, trustworthy and brave friend. May you walk in Sarenraes light for eternity. Peace be with you like the dawn sun”, making a gesture of the Sarenrae symbol of peace.
Next Ezekial, whom had been comforting Kendra the whole time. A sickly looking man Ezekial spoke “Lorrimor was my closest friend. I shared many travels with him. Many tales and many taverns. Although I only met him because of the strange affliction that curses my body, he showed me the way of the pale lady and taught me not to fear death. For death is not the end but the begining. We all live a life were our inevitable clocks runs out. He helped me overcome my illness. A true friend and a genius of the University of Lepidstadt. You shall be remembered old friend. My heart goes out to those you leave behind. May the pale lady watch over you, may you find eternal rest”.
Finally Adivion Adrissant. “Lorrimor you were colleague and friend. To loose you in such a way is a tragedy. I promise to fulfil your wish by making sure Kendra is provided for. I know someday we shall be reunited. I look foward to that day and the conversation we may share… The research we rid over the years was questioned by many. The University was no exception. Even the academy in Caliphas at the Quarterfaux Achives did not understand what we sought to achieve, to reshape this world of ours. You more then anyone knew what our research meant to me. Alphon and Krane too. You know it nearly bankrupted me. We often spoke of the space between death and the afterworld. It is good to know that you shall find the answers before me. For your truely were the smartest man I knew. I shall endeavour to continue your legacy and rekindle our travels together with fond memories. I will still change this world of ours”. Adivion begins to sob at that last statement. It takes him a few minutes to recompose himself. He then pulls out a note from his upper pocket in his jacket.
“I shall also remember you with a nihilistic poem inspired by Krait, Perry and Vhaags, titled in your memory.
How a book of history and deep time carves to certainty the doom that is inches or eons away
we subsist clothed & saluting as speck, blip so this is a cosmic process
love and civilization the means to forget the end
I think of sex and a daub of paint on loose sandstone
I wonder, the pride of grass?
as mankind climbs like vine weather slackens the skeleton merely scars the brick
my words, how strange they hunt the vanishing core of things
these temperamental chords that tremble momentarily and regress to sole silence"
With that Adivion goes and shakes Kendras hand and moves off.
Grimburrow is the next to speak. Grimburrow also produced a poem, dedicated to the dead.
Spirits Of The Dead (Edgar Allan Poe)
Thy soul shall find itself alone
‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee,
are again In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Boneyard
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne’er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of Pale lady, is still, And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries!
During the ceremony Oghren noticed a man in tall black hat with a skeletal face tip his hat to the dwarf and give him a bow. A little unsure of what to make of it Oghren simply grunted at thegesture. As he looked over to the man he said to the dwarf telepathically, “My name is Baron Samadi and we shall speak to each other in person aoon”. The skelton man disappeared in a puff of smoke.
After the grave was filled the party decided to take Kendra back to her manor, whom was distraught by event. Councillor Hearthmount said that he would met them up in Kendras Manor to conduct a will reading.
Arriving at the manor the adventurers were greeted by a meal intended to be consumed in the professors honour. Kendra barely spoke or ate a thing, she just continued to cry. Ezekial did his best to comfort her. After lunch the adventurers sat down to hear the will. Adivion was also present, he handed Kendra the deed to the Professors manor, despite having recently purchased it from Lorrimor whom had intended to move to Lepidstadt with Kendra
to out of the vile and xenophobic town. The adventurers settled in as Hearthmount read out the will and last testament of Petros Bartholemu Lorrimor, skipping over areas of those promised items or gifts, whom had not yet arrived in Ravensgro. The will and testment read as;
The will also had a section of items besrowed to his friends
To Oghren of clan Furyshield, I offer you a deed to a small blacksmithy in Ledpidstadt. May you make you ancestors proud with your craft. I have always admired you strength and resilience. I shall never forget the day we reclaimed the burial ground of your clan, cleansing it from an infestation of wraiths. Let the weapons you craft aid you in toppling the abominations of this world. My only regret is that that I never managed to cure you of that foul tongue of yours. So many times we fought unnecessary battles. But every time we did, you made your ancestors proud.
To Anca, I can never thankyou enough for the day you saved my life from that orc warband. I would have surely perished without your assistance. I shall always remember the strange hue of your eyes. In many ways I wish I was a younger man to endure… a true friendship with you. My only wish is that you rekindle yourself and rejoin with humanity. Solitude is a life for nobody. I just hope you find someone you can share you life with.To you, I leave to you my room, complete with its own laboratory, at Lepidstadt University. Also here is an engagement letter to enroll in the university if you so desire. The University has much to teach to you and can offer you many insights into your craft. Pass on the letter to Professor Soringard, he shall see to your needs and set up your enrolment.
To Father Ezekial, our days on the road hunting all manner of denizens was some of the fondest memories of my life. I remember how lucky you were to survive your encounter with that master vampire. How it left your body frail and drained much of your youthful vigor. I still am not sure if I was your mentor, since you taught me how to live again after I lost my wife. Without your shoulder I would have surely lived my life in despair. I leave to you my most precious possession, guardianship of my daughter Kendra. Also I bequeath this insignia ring and membership to a prestigious club within Lepidstadt. It will help you in your research of machination, magitech and black powder refinement. Speak to Sark of the temple of Phrasma and show him the ring. He will see to your induction on my behalf. My only regret is not to have died adventuring with you by my side. I just wish I had it in me to tell your jokes were never funny. So I do this in my will, to remind you to smile on your travels. May you live long and die well, old friend.
To paladin Ecthelian, I can’t recount the times we purge this world from evil. All I can remember is that you were very lucky the day you survive that lich. What I shall remember most is you long winded speeches. Mainly our theological differences on religion and the world beyond. It was your pious faith and stalwart strength that showed me there is no obstacle in the world that cannot be overcome. And it is so I leave you this key to a vault at Lepidstadt bank. Inside you will find a true artefact of power, worthy of a true knight able to wield it. May you unlock its secrets overtime. My only regret is not to be there not seeing you teach the next generation of Iomeade recruits. I can see you making great changes in this land. But always remember, things are not always black and white. There is always a grey area. People always deserve a chance to prove to you they can change their ways. May Iomeade guide you in your travels.
Anca was surprised at the generosity Lorrimor had shown her, but annoyed at the fact she would have to spend a month in the secluded town. She preferred the wilds, and not being able to use her magic for a ttime left a foul feeling in the back of her throat. Oghren was already yelling out to his new friends the plans he had for a smithy in the big city. Ecthilion and Ezekial were disturbed by the professors words, it was unlike him to offer such a large amount of coin in return for an act they would willing do for free. The two spoke with each other away from the others in private. Eventually they came to there own conclusion, something was not right with the professors final words and they would investigate.
That night drink was the food for choice. Kendra excused herself, preferring to mourn in private. Ecthelion excused himself from the festivities, preferring not to drink, praying to Sarenrae to provide some guidance. Adivion after a while excused himself, informing the adventurers he would be leaving town. Oghren disturbed by the fact he was the only one enjoying himself retrieved Lorrimors journal to read out the last thoughts of the professor. He went and got the professors journal from the large chest.
It was only was he read a few lines Anca snatched it, as the dwarf was spouting out obscenities in order to liven up the manor. As she read a little, she immediately went and got Ecthelion, asking him to the dining room to share something important she had discovered. The paladin left his prayers and joined the rest of the adventurers in the dining area. Anca read the journal out allowed, which quickly hushed the rowdy dwarf after a few lines ere read and few kicks exchanged to his shin. It read;
This document was found inside the locked chest bequeathed to the characters from Petros Lorrimor. The journal appears to cover the past fifteen years of Lorrimor’s research into evil beings and organizations. A majority of the entries are mundane in nature, simply reporting results from examining documents on various arcane and mathematical theories. As you flip through the journal, you begin to notice several sections that have been circled with red ink.
Ten Years Ago: The Whispering Way is more than just a cabal of necromancers. I see that now. Undeath is their fountain of youth. Uncovering their motivation does not place me at ease as I thought it might. Their desire to be eternal simply makes them more dangerous.
Two Months Ago: It is as I had feared. The Way is interested in something here in Ravengro. But what could it be?
One Month Ago: Whatever the Way seeks, I am now convinced their goal is connected to Harrowstone. In retrospect, I suppose it all makes sense—the stories they tell about the ruins in town are certainly chilling enough. It may be time to investigate the ruins, but with everyone in town already being so worked up about them, I’d rather not let the others know about my curiosity—there’s plenty of folks hereabouts who already think I’m a demonologist or a witch or something. Ignorant fools.
Twenty Days Ago: It is confirmed. The Way seems quite interested in something—no, strike that—someone who was held in Harrowstone. But who, specifically, is the Way after? I need a list of everyone who died the night of the fire. Everyone. The Temple of Pharasma must have such a list.
Eighteen Days Ago: I see now just how ill prepared I was when I last set out for the Harrowstone. I am lucky to have returned at all. The ghosts, if indeed they were ghosts (for I did not find it prudent to investigate further) prevented me from transcribing the strange symbols I found etched along the foundation—hopefully on my next visit I will be more prepared. Thankfully, the necessary tools to defend against spirits are already here in Ravengro. I know that the church of Pharasma used to store them in a false crypt in the Restlands at the intersection between Eversleep and the Black Path. I am not certain if the current clergy even know of what their predecessors have hidden down below. If my luck holds, I should be able to slip in and out with a few borrowed items.
Seventeen Days Ago: Tomorrow evening I return to the prison. It is imperative the Way does not finish. My caution has already cost me too much time. I am not sure what will happen if I am too late, but if my theory is right, the entire town could be at risk. I don’t have time to update my will, so I’ll leave this in the chest where it’ll be sure to be found, should the worst come to pass.
The news was troubling to the ears. Oghtren smashed an iron mug on the table. Who were these Whipering way, how or were they involved in Lorrimors death. What were they doing and why were they here, answers that tgey would not be able to answer tonight. The dwarf drunk himself into a stupor, filled with a growing rage. Anca decided to study the books in more detail to she if whe could understsnd how the books were connected to the Whispering way. Inside the box she found a blue book with a yellow scarab that was locked. It bore the same insignia as Ezekials ring.
Ecthelian decided to sleep at Kendras door, incase the people decribed in Lorrimors journal came for Kendra, he would take no risks. Ezekial wanted to run down to the temple and undertake his own research striaght away into this so called Whispering Way, but knew the answers would come, he’d be much better off with a full night rest. All had a troubled nights rest, complete with a bad feeling something terrible was about to happen.
The followimg day the adventurers spoke over breakfast and decided if they were going to unlock the answers into Lorrimors death they would need more information regarding the Whispeting Way. Still recovering from the heavy alchohol in his system, Oghren decided to question several of the village councilman personally. Ecthelion decided to ask the local authorities about any informqtion that was gathered. Ezekial would ask Grimburrow if he could access the archives to conduct his own research on the Whispering way, while Anca would search the house from top to bottom looking for clues. As Oghren, Ecthelion and Ezekial made there way to the village centre they found it difficult to talk with anyone as people simply sidestepped an went down alleyways as they approached. Even patrons of the temple decided to packup and leave. They felt unwelcome, like they needed to tread carefully as not to upset the locals.
While walking along and looking down one of the wide streets the party noticed a man whom they thought to be a contortionist down an alley. Only at closer inspection did they notice the man do something that was not physically possible. His legs snapped backwards and he walked like a crab, still clutching a dirty wine bottle in his arm. His eyes were white with no pupils.
Ecthelion thought the man blind. But as he started to convulse badly and fit, they ran over to help him. Moments later he stopped. Something was strange though, as his body returned to its former state. Ecthelion decided to get some help. Oghren simply passed it off as a “drunk with circus tricks” and Ezekial sought out the local Pharasma temple to get a healer should they be required.
As Ecthelion made his way to the local holding cells he was met by two deputies, a female halfling called Riff and male human called Leomar. After speaking with the halfling Riff she decided after some arm twisting to follow the paladin back to were the strange man was supposed to be. After taking her to the spot, the man was no where to be seen. Riff although attracted to a new halfling in town, who wore shiney armour and was a paladin, was a little annoyed at wasting her time. They searched the area and found no trace of the strange man. Ecthelion waved over a brave local kid and paid a few coppers to run off and deliver a message to Ezekial at the Pharasma temple not to worry about anything, to do with the man they saw and to start his research. Ecthelion then agreed to accompany her back to the local watches office to ask her if she had seen anything wierd. First Riff decided to take him on a tour of the town.
Oghren in the meantime knoncked and spoke to eavh of the councilman. First Councilman Muricar, an ex military officer whom spoke very fast. Finding it hard to understand the mans ramblings with a splitting headache, Oghren finally got something of use out of Muricar despite listening to his stories for the better part of two hours. Muricar told Oghren that Harrowstone use to be a prison and housed dangerous criminals whom awaited their execution. Muricar had never heard of the so called Whispering way, but had heard stories past down from his ancestors whom always had a military background, as it was in there blood about the Whispering Tyrant. Suggesting by the sound of them they were linked somehow. Oghren managed to convince Muricar not to think to much on it, as he had just heard the name Whispering way in one of the late professors journals
The next candidate on Oghren list Councilwomqn Shandra Faravan.
Knocking on the door Oghren blinked heavily believing his eyes deceived him. On a nearby roof a crow perched watched him. As he looked at it, the crow turned itself inside out, exposing its innards, before ruffling its body once more, regrowings its feathers and skin infront of uim. “What was in that wine” Oghren thought wiping his eyes heavily. Knocking again a lady Oghren considered pretty opened the door, she advised him that she was to busy and that he should come back later. This all said before Oghren had achance to open his mouth. So the next stop was Hearthmount.
Oghren ask Hearthmount in his manor if there was anything strange about Lorrimors death or the work he had been undertaking. Hearthmount said like he had heard from others whom had said it when he walked away that many believed Lorrimor to be a necromancer. His knowledge of anatomy, dark cults and rituals, and dark peole was often confused by locals whom knew no better. The councilman had heard nothing about the so called Whispering Way. He did tell Oghren the townhall kept records about Harrowstone prisoners which woukd be made available in exchange for a small fee. Oghren thanked Hearthmount and went on his merry way.
Ezekial spoke to Grimburrow whom offered him access to the temples archives for free in exchange for helping out around the temple. In a few days Grimburrow also asked Ezekial if he would mind helping out at another funeral in two days hence. Ezekial agreed and took up reading through the large temple archives. It was only the scream of an acolyte that broke Ezekials concentration momentarily. The acolyte said he saw a ghost rat running through the wall. Grimburrow cautioned the acolyte that they were on holy ground and that no ghost would have been able to penetrate the consecrated grounds. Anca did much the same as Ezekial at Lorrimors manor happily until the noisy dwarf returned. The witch preferred quiet, and to remain free of the ramblings of a drunken oaf whom smelt like liver disease.
Ecthelion got the full tour of the Ravensgro, and was warned by Riff to stay clear of the Restlands during the night as the Sheriff of the town Benjan whom worked the graveyard shift, often shot intruders whom tresspassed. Returning to the deputies office, Riff showed Ecthelion a tour of the holding facilities. As Ecthelion went passed one if the holding cells he saw a mans face what he thought had his eyes pop out of his head. His hands were dangling his eyes like yoyo’s.
As he tapped Riff on the shoulder to look the man was gone. Riff warned Ecthelion not to cause any trouble as Benjan like to lock up troublemakers with a local drunk called Nimble Fingers. Although Nimble Fingers was not his real name it was the name peopke called him by, as those locked up with him for the night were often raped and were found savagely beaten the next day. She cautioned him not to do anything stupid while in town.
Ecthelion asked if he could speak with Sheriff Benjan, as he had something important he wished to dicuss surrounding the mysterious death of his friend Petros Lorrimor. Riff told him to come back later and question Benjan, as he oreferred to work alone and at nights, leaving messages on the message board for duties required of the deputies each day. After getting hardly nothing from Riff about the Whispering way or Harrowstone, Ecthelion returned to the manor.Ecthelion met Ezekial halfway home on his way back to the manor. Ezekial shared with Ecthelion some notes regarding a small passage of Lorrimors journal and some information he uncovered about a possible crypt that may uncovrt more answers that rested in the Restlands.
With all the adventurers home, they sat down and had a late lunch together and discussed what they had found out so far. Ecthelion started off by saying the sheriff was very suspicious, in that he only worked nights and usually patrolled the restlands. Ezekial spoke hiw he believed he’d uncovered a tomb the professors notes spoke of, which might reveal more about his research. Anca said that tge professors notes suggested the Whispering way were cultists that believed in an undead Armageddon, in which all things die, even Glorarion. The had the symbol of a gagged skull and wore black cloaks. The dwarf shared what he could about Harrowstone, pointing out the nastiest of nasties were imprisoned there. Oghren said they could access the towns archives for a small fee.
Ecthelion cautioned Oghren hearing the dwarfs words about misbehavior in town, telling him that the locals threw men whom misbehaved in a cell with a rapist or dumped them on the outskirts of town with no shoes. The dwarf responded by saying that if anyone tried to rape him he’d bite iff there fingers and other appendages. After hearing Ancas words the adventurers thought it best to examine the Restlands to see if Lorrimor had left any further clues. Then if they had the time they would investigate Harrowstone were the professors body was found to try and reconstruct the accident according to Benjans statement whom had found the body. But first it would be best to check out the crypt.
Along the way Oghren caught a glimspe of a man whom looked as though he had been chained to a wall. As the party continued to walk Oghren stopped an walked over to investigate, only to see the man engulfed in a shroud of intense fire which Oghren himself felt. As he turned to yell out to his friends, the person disappeared, as did the fire and the chains. When Ecthelion asked what? Oghren said it was nothing, not wanting to let the halfling in on his delusions of granduer. The dwarf thought to himself that he would need more rest tonight or stronger ale.
Arriving at the Restlands it was starting to get dark. Ecthelion suggested they be quick as Benjan locked the gates and often shot those whom trespassed at night. After an hour of searching, Ezekial managed to find the hidden false crypt. Oghren looked at the dust an said the crypt had only been used once or twice in the past few years looking at the scratches of stone grinding on stone, and the grooves they left behind. Strking torches to see better in the dark, Ecthelion said a quick prayer to Sarenrae to protect them from any perils inside. Taking there time to ensure therewere no traps the adventurers slowly made there way to the rear of the crypt, brushing away thick cobwebs. Towards the rear was a large pedestal with a chest atop of it.
Ecthelion decided to scour the room, calling upon Sarenrae to divine if any sources of evil were nearby. There were none. With the chest looking like a very auspicious trap, they took there time moving slowly following each others footsteps. In the dark to chittering noises could be heard. Then some dirt fell off a wall that had been disturbed. Looking around the room it was Ecthelion whom was set upon by a giant centerpide. Another came rushing towards Oghren whike a third protected a nearby nest. With there combined effort the adventurers made short work of the three centepides, with only Oghren suffering a small wound to tis calf muscle.
Upon opening the chest and searching the nearby nest the adventurers took the cache of weapons with them suggesting Lorrimor must have been preparing for the worst to hoard such items.
X10 +1 arrows
X5 +1 Ghost touched arrows
X2 +1 Undead bane arrows
X5 Cure light wounds potions cl1
X2 potions lesser resotration cl3
Darkwood scrollcase – approx 50gp
X2 scrolls of detect undead
X2 scrolls of hide from undead
X2 scrolls of protection from evil
5 vials of Holy water
X5 Haunt Siphons (magical/use unknown) – Description: These glass vials are held within stylized cold-iron casings etched with strange runes, necromantic designs, or other eldritch markings. Within the vial roils a small wisp of white vapor, churning as if caught in a miniature vortex of air.
Spirit planchette (magical/use unknown) – Description: uncovered in a small wooden case a brass ouija board. The board has various insignias and the writing seems to changed to the perfer language of each individual who looks at it.
With no idea of the strange potions or board did, Anca said she would study them to uncover there purpose.
With the light fading and the adventurers no closer in discovering more about Lorrimors death, Harrowstone or the Whispering way, the adventurers returned back to the manor to call it a day. All except Oghren that is whom decided to end his night at the tavern, with something more stronger then what Kendras cellar could supply.
Oghren headed to the laughing demon, the local tavern. Renowned for its brew and foods having a sick and twisted sense of humor which the proprietor thought was funny. Tired and in need of an ale to help him sleep, Oghren was furious when the half orc barbarian only known as patch refused him entry. After asking why, Oghren became more infuriated when patches said “we don’t serve your kind here”. When Oghren asked what he meant by your kind, when patches said “stinking small outsiders” Oghren lainched at the half orc fists flying. “Yea darned pig ass faced monkey squirrel” Oghren bellowed. After thetwo exchanged heavy bloiws, it was Oghren whom stood tall, with patches unconscious on the ground. The dwarf gave him an extra kick as to remind him the next day not to disrespect Oghren again in the future.
Entering the laughing demon Oghren recieved those same blasted looks he’d recieved all day. Suspicious scowls. Walking up to the bar, cleaning himself up from the scuffle outside, wiping his bloodied lip and dirty pants, Oghren got even more angry when the bar tender asked him to leave. Most of the locals moved away when he entered.Fed up at this point, it was only when Patches unconscious body was dragged in when the entire tavern turned on the dwarf. Grabbed by three men, Oghren yelled he “knock some bloody sense into the lot of em”. Breaking free the dwarf made a break for the door, only to be knocked out by Benjan whom sconned him with a metal tray.
“Bring the wagon and dump him well outside of town. Take his shield and boots and give them to Patches for the dwarfs trouble. Lets see if he can find his way in the dark with no shoes”, Benjan said as several patrons laughed.
Unconscious and dumped outside of toe, Oghren awoke to the taste of blood in his mouth. The whack he took hat cut part of his mouth open. The whack had also dislodged a tooth. Oghrens favourite tooth. He would not let them get off so easy.
With it too dark to see Oghren started to walk barefotted down a road he thought led back to the town. Things would be different when he had Anca, Ecthelion and Ezekial to back him up. “They’d give em a fair fight” the dwarf thought. “If a few died cause if it, even better” Oghren thought. After walking for an hour Oghren yelled in pain as a bear trap snapped shut on his foot. After struggling to free himself for some time which felt like an eternity, Oghren heart changed when he saw several tourches in the nearby thickets burst to light. “Help… over ere” the dwarf yelled.
Coming out of the thickets were four strange hunters. There was something wrong with there faces. They were horribly mutated and mutilated. As they saw the trapped dwarf they began to laugh menacingly. As they got close enough they began to prod at the dwarfs leg with sticks, making his wound bleed even more. “Hehaheha” they laughed. “More meat…. more meat. Tasty dwarf flesh”. Oghren knew somewhere he had taken a wrong turn. Barely conscious and realising the dangerous predicament he was in he grabbed the nearests mutants stick and pulled him cloiser. In the same motion the dwarf pulled the machete from mans waist and lopped off his head. “Comon and stand up yea darn cannibals, yea will all share the same fate as this fool” trying to intimidate the other mutants into leaving.
With his leg still stuck, the oldest mutant pulled a blowgun from his back, dipping it in a black substance in a vial on his waste. The dart his the dwarf in the neck. Oghren could feel the poison coursing through his veins. Then a second dart hit. Oghren threw the machete in defiance but the poison was getting the better of him. As the fifth dart hit, his body had gone completely numb. He lost the strength in his legs and ripped of the achilles tendent on the back of his foot with the bear trap. His leg wobbled about, before he collapsed. Still awake and aware, unable to scream or move Oghren was dragged away on a meathook that had been inserted underneath his highest rib. He was then tossed onto a large wooden table covered in blood. A blood smeared symbol of Urgathoa was on the nearby wall. Helpless to do anything, Oghren watched as his legs and then his arms were severed from his body and then hung up on nearby meat hooks.
The last thing the dwarf would ever see was a deformed man. His breath stunk like moldy potatoes. Which was little better the the foul stench if the house. Oghrens eyes rolled back to the back of his head as the last cleaver hit severed the dwarfs head fron his body, placed alongside his arms, legs and torso in nearby meat hooks.
The mutant family emerged and began to chow down in fresh meat.
Meanwhile the rest of the adventurers enjoyed another fine meal prepared by the manors porter. Ecthelion, Anca and Ezekial fell asleep without knowing the fate of there new friend Oghren.
RIP Oghren Furyshield
Until next time…….