"If we are set on exploring Harrowstone, we need to find out all we can about the place. That is where the Professor found his demise and we would do well to go in prepared. But I agree with Ioann that we need to first retrieve these weapons." Ravel frowns slightly. "Orin, do you have any cause for being haunted?"
He turns to Ioann and shakes his head. "I don't. Not readily anyway." He looks over and looks at Ravel. "Sorry, I have no clue. Only thing I can think of is that it has something to possibly due with our investigations. Beyond that, nothing. Perhaps it would be best to hurry and retrieve the equipment. And... And..." He slumps back some. "I'm rather hungry...."
Kendra makes her way slowly down the stairs, her face is pale and she looks a bit shaken. Without saying anything to anyone, she goes into the kitchen and retrieves a bucket in which she places a sponge, soap, and water before making her way back up the stairs.
Ravel will stand and follow Kendra up the stairs. "Do you want any help with that? You don't need to take care of it, Kendra. Go and mingle with your guests. I will clean it for you. We will discover what is going on."
Kendra looks at Ravel, her face blank until what Ravel has said makes it's way through the fog of her mind. She slowly nods and hands Ravel the bucket. Smoothing her hair down, though none of it is out of place, Kendra clears her throat and says, "Yes, very well. Thank you. I should, um, I should get Orin some juice or something. He's had quite a shock."
Leaving the mess to Ravel, Kendra heads back down the stairs and into the kitchen where she prepares breakfast for Orin. By the time she carries the tray out to Orin, some color has returned to her face and she appears much more in control of herself.
Ingrid lends her quiet support to Kendra, her presence comforting and uplifting.
Ravel hums a lullaby as she cleanses Orin's bloody name from the room. She looks about as she works, seeing if anything is amiss, allowing Narcissa to flit about.
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Kendra is suitably calmed and grateful. Ravel finds nothing of note in Orin's room. Except maybe dirty undergarments...
Ravel giggles as she finishes up and heads back out into the main room. "Well, that business is taken care of. Unless there's anything else to do, shall we be off?" Ravel sets the cleaning supplies near the table. "As always, thank you for your food and hospitality, Kendra." Lifting her hand, Ravel allows Narcissa to alight.
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Ake keeps quiet and does her best to be unnoticed.
She was having a hard time understanding why Kendra was so...upset.
Not like my tribe, no no no no no...not used to the blood, not used to badness, violence...did I bring this, is this my fault? Must be, I'm the only bad one here...no other monsters but me...Make it right, what would Petro's tell me?
Gnaws on her knuckle, thinking, planning, trying to put the pieces together.
"Of course! Good luck on finding the weapons, and thank you all again for taking such an interest in finding the truth." Kendra says, with a warm if slightly shaken smile on her face.
Before leaving, Ioann takes the chest back to his room and hides it (under the bed). He them comes down with his bundle strapped to his back.
"Ready..."
"Ake there is plenty to bring with us, you don't need to chew on yourself." Ravel tucks her bat back into its cage. "I am also ready. Ingrid, we'll follow you."
With a nod, Ingrid leads the group to the temple, to meet Father Grimborrow before heading into the Restlands.
Terrance strolls along with the group, keeping an eye out.
Thankful for the cloud cover, Ravel wraps her shawl around her and walks outside with the group, enjoying the cool autumn morning.
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Orin, successfully roused with the food, looks at Kendra with a thin smile. "Again, I thank you Lady Lorrimor. This should give me plenty strength to help the others today."
He rises and notes that Ravel has cleaned his room, finding some uncleaned garments. Blushing profusely, he readies his gear and meets the others. "Let's head on, yes?" He looks up at the sky and frowns some. "Even the sky doesn't want to work with us..."
Father Grimburrow welcomes you to come into the temple while he fetches his cloak. Then he follows along staying near Ingrid as you head to the restlands. "Normally, the church wouldn't allow strangers to go off searching for such things in the Restlands. I trust though, that having a group led by one of Pharasma's Paladins, means that the upmost respect will be given to the dead. Still, it's best that I come along with you to help oversee and to any of the townsfolk should anyone else be there."
As you arrive at The Restlands, Father Grimburrow stops for a second to catch his breath and pulls out a map of The Restlands, "Now where abouts did you say this false crypt was suppose to be?"
Ravel looks on the graveyard with awe. "This is quite impressive. Ioann, do you recall where the cache was said to be hidden?"
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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...
Orin looks over the graveyard and scratches his head. "A difficult task. Ioann, you're the well read one, I hope you can guide us, yes?"
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Although Ravel's voice isn't enough to pull Ioann out of his reverie, Orin's chipping in does it. Ioann lifts his head from staring to the ground. For a moment his eyes search the sky before he answers.
"Something about Always Sleepy and the Gray Path... or was it Eversleep and the Black Path... must have been the first one."
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"Vă mulțumesc, Ioann."
"Father, do those names ring any bells?"
Terrance listens intently on the parts of the conversation that he can understand.
Father Grimburrow nods his head, "Yes, yes it should be up here in this area then." He says pointing at the intersection in the upper right hand corner of the map.
Nodding quietly, Ingrid leads the way towards the intersection.
Orin, eager to bring this whole affair to a reasonable close, follows Ingrid and Father Grimburrow. "Thank you, Father. Hopefully what we seek remains within."
Only one way to find out lad. Terrance grumbles a bit due to the rain.
Ake you notice that the grass around one particular crypt appears to have been worn down, as if it was walked across a lot.
Terrance, you likewise notice this, but you also notice that it looks like the door of the crypt has been opened somewhat recently as there are scrape marks in the dust that has gathered on the stone in front of the door.
Map. Crypt marked in red, Lorrimor's grave marked in white for reference.
People, proceed with caution, the crypt has been opened recently.
With that, Terrance pulls his warhammer.
I am getting a bad feeling
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"Bah, its the middle of the day. Nothing will happen."
Ioann pushes past Terrance and approaches the crypt empty handed, grabs the door with one hand and tries to swing it open.
Orin tenses some, his hand going to his battleaxe. "Do you think we may be going into a trap, Terrance?"
The door slowly grates across the stone, opening up into darkness.
I be thinking that it just might be Orin as his vision swims into greys and whites.
Ravel unlatches her companion's cage, speaking in soothing words, emphatically urging Narcissa to stay alert. "Narcissa, să ne spui dacă auzi cineva."
Ravel lets her eyes adjust as she too peers into the darkness. She draws the sickle from her belt, holding it before her.
As an after thought, "Those who cannot see in the dark, please stay behind those that can, especially if you feel the need to light a torch. If there is anything down here, I'd hate to be taken by surprise because we are blind. If no one brought a torch, I can illuminate the darkness."
As your sight adjusts, you see that the door opens up to a staircase headed down into the dark.
Footprints disturb the dust, you're able to see them trailing down the stairs clearly enough to see where the person who left them went.
Her eyes shifting into the spectrum beyond which normal humans can see, Ingrid draws her sword.
A minute please Terrance pulls his pack off his back, and digs in it.
A few seconds later, pulls out a torch and passes it to Orin
You might need that lad. as he slings the pack over his back again.
Orin declines the torch and pulls his bow out for safe measure. "I appreciate it, Terrance, but it'll hinder me." He looks at the others and then takes a breath. And with that, he begins to descend in after his fellows.