Circled Entries in the Professor’s Journal
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 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 me 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 the 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.
Nineteen days ago
The lodge in Caliphas is no more. My friends there are gone. The last letter from them told me to be wary. The Way has become more violent and aggressive, more willing to dance in the light then hide in the shadows. It seems a new leader has seized control and has a more dramatic agenda in mind.
Eighteen days ago
I see now how ill prepared I was when I last set out for the Harrowstone. Hotrek would chuckle at my seeming ineptitude. 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 the church of Pharasma stores them in a false crypt in the Restlands at the intersection between the Eversleep and The Black Path. I imagine the Father has augmented them somehow; he always seems ready for an apocalypse. I believe he would be happy to have them put to their intended use, so I will “borrow” some for my use.
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 is 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 past. My deepest love to my family, I pray this is not my final entry.