These past couple of days have most certainly not been good ones and I have a sinking suspicion that they will only get worse from here on out. The Whispering Way (as I am assuming they are the ones behind these foul deeds) have either most certainly become aware of our presence and purpose here or they merely wish to bring harm to Miss Kendra. While I was weary of her before, I’m finding it progressively more difficult to believe my past beliefs. I will most certainly keep an eye on her, but now I’m more concerned for her mental health than whatever else had been on my mind previously.
I suppose I should discuss where the shift began. The majority of our group went out during the evening (I have a strong feeling I know exactly where they are going but I do not have the desire to look in to it. I’d rather avoid scolding them for the night.) I stayed back with Molli. She really is a lovely and charming girl. However, she was very dirty. I had done my best to ignore it the previous days but tonight it was not possible. I started with her hair. It was a…difficult task to say the least. However, I prevailed and combed out the mess that she said hadn’t been touched in two years. Two. Years. She said she didn’t want to undo her momma’s wonderful work. I’ll have to convince her that taking care of herself would be something that her momma would want.
I also managed to give her a bath. I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me to get Miss Kendra to bathe her until I got to her more…private bits, however I did my best not to pay too much attention to her physical state. I did not wish to make her uncomfortable. However, I did notice that she had the most striking eyes I believe I have ever seen in my life. Beautiful. I may have to mention them later. She seems rather sensitive about it judging by the fact that she always has her hair in her eyes. She shouldn’t be ashamed of such beauty, unfortunately I know that others do not share my sentiment. Anyway, the bath was interrupted by a knock at the door.
I went to check who it was, there was no response. My blood ran cold. It did not bode well nor would it ever. I prepared myself for an inevitable battle and opened the door. It was Mr. Lorrimor raised from the dead. These people have some nerve, disgracing the Goddesses name for such unholy reasons. I had no choice but to fight him. I did not do well in this battle. I was concerned too greatly for Molli and Ms. Kendra’s well-being. Molly was fighting in a towel and Ms. Kendra was so shocked that she collapsed on the floor. Thankfully I convinced her to get away from the fight. I knew her seeing her late father in such a light was no good for her. Well, Molli and I took care of the thing (not before Molli took some extensive damage). I healed her wounds and proceeded to build a pyre for the once again corpse. I made sure it was rather thoroughly burned.
Note to self: Make sure any one person who dies has their body properly cremated.
The rest of the party returned from their venture with plenty of items. Lectus provided me with many of such things. I have in my possession two haunt siphons (which will prove helpful in the future), various scrolls (Hide from undead, protect from evil), and a few different kinds of arrows (6 silver, 5 ghost touch, 2 bane undead). The next day I went to procure a longbow thanks to the generosity of Molli. I also went to visit the Unfurling Scroll once more and was granted the opportunity to rent out the schools resources for ten gold a day. Which I would be more than happy to pay, unfortunately I am out of funds. Lectus says he will help me with that. I feel I may be growing too much of a debt. I need to work on my spending habits once more.
I spent a little time there and learned nothing of use, however I was given the opportunity to speak to Mr. Ghoroven about the night before. We were bombarded by a series of strange tapping and banging noises that seemed to be originating from the sink. Zaren went to investigate but found absolutely nothing. I fear Ms. Kendra’s home is haunted. I may have to attempt to bless the place upon our return to her home. We also all had the most unsettling dream, and all of us had the same one. The dream of Ravengro burning. The dream Mr. Ghoroven’s pupil spoke to me about. Whatever fate has been laid out for this town, we are now a part of it. I am determined to not let such a fate happen to these people, as unfriendly as most of them are. Mr. Ghoroven was clearly skeptical, but I did nothing but tell him the truth. I told him a bit about the Whispering Way. He seems contemplative over it all. Maybe he’ll find something that I missed. I’ll have to check back in with him once we return from the prison.
There was another incident with the statue. A second letter has appeared (and it seems no one has gotten to cleaning away the first). VE are now the letters that are displayed. I have the sinking suspicion that they are going to spell out the name of the old Warden’s wife. It makes me think of the eerie song the children had been singing. Which leads me to another bit of information. Lectus seems immensely shaken. He keeps singing the song to himself. I found him covered in blood early in the morning. I don’t know what happened, but I helped him clean himself. I fear that this song might be a very vital clue into figuring out what is going on in this town.
I made notes on the layout of the prison on my map. I do not like this place. The Red Knight and a summon of Molli’s investigated what was likely the Warden’s old house. They found nothing, just that it had already been raided and picked over. It seems as if we weren’t the only ones interested in the contents of this home. It could have been anyone really, but I have doubts about some of the townsfolk wanting to come here. They refuse to even speak of the place. Such superstitious people would not like to come to a place like this. Would they? I cannot rule it out just yet. The Red Knight sustained a little damage before we continued on our journey.
After investigating the perimeter of the prison we decided to go inside. We chose to go through a door and were immediately bombarded by screaming souls, burning alive. I could smell them, feel the ghost of such heat as they passed over my skin. Even one as used to death as I found myself wanting to relieve my stomach of their contents. But I could not do this here. There were spirits suffering and they need to be put to rest. We found room upon room of files. I wanted to spend time with them but the rest of the group thought it prudent we move on. I will have to come back. These files may help us to understand more of the inmates and why they would cause such an uprising. I am particularly interested in learning more about our specifically mentioned killers and their role in whatever game this is.
We also found a room free of an evil aura with a safe. None of us could open it, but I made note of the room for future use. We will need a place to rest if we cannot get out of the prison or are bombarded by something particularly horrific than none of us would be prepared to handle. The only thing farther in was a bathroom. We turned back to find that doors we were recently unable to pass through were open once more. The next room we investigated was clearly once a room where the inmates likely watched performances of a kind. It was here that an awful chill spread through my entire body. It was as if the cold pierced through my very bones. I couldn’t handle the pain that came with it.
Turns out it was only a cold spot. I made note to avoid it again on the way back unless we can find a way to dispell it. I would prefer that, but I cannot think of any such way at the moment. We moved on to find the room where the water outside had breached. It was here where the uprising likely began. I want to investigate further however it is submerged in water and I am not a terribly good swimmer, nor would I like to take a dip into such foul water. We didn’t have to wait long to be attacked once more, this time by things we could fight against. I wasn’t fairing too well. Zaren came to my aid. I am grateful for him. He is a good man, I can tell. He may not show it and he may cringe away from us, but I know a good heart when I see one. Nanya, Molli’s summon (and sister?) also aided in dispersing the foul things.
We continued our adventure only to find another and much more terrifying monster than the ones before. A mere furnace sprang to life. A vicious, fiery tongue lashed out at us, bringing with it the wretched scent of burning flesh. Zaren seemed particularly shaken by such a thing. I fear it may have triggered a rather graphic memory for him. I worry for his mental safety in this place. I will have to make sure he is alright when we have a moments reprieve. Most attacks seemed rather useless against the thing, thankfully channeling energy helped to destroy it. I do not like that most of our weapons will do no good against most of these things. I may have to try my hand at blessing weapons for the sake of our party being more evenly matched for these things.
I do not like this place, not one bit, yet I can’t seem to just turn my back on it. Nor the people I am with. They’re curious, the entire lot of them, but I wish to learn more and become better acquainted with them. Perhaps I should spend more time with the townfolk as well, assure them that I am not as bad a person as they believe me to be.