The Haunting of Harrowstone

Mollileen: Today I learned...

Dear Diary~

Today we got to Lectus-stad and I learned so many new things along the journey. I also learned things while in town. I thought I should right them down. If you forget to remember it is like you never knew at all!

We decided to leave early on for Lectus-stad (I know it isn’t really called that, but no one seems to understand that I was trying to learn how to make a joke. I think I was still able to tease Lec about it) and I went out and hired us a carriage to take us on a journey of magic and wonder. Here is a list of what I learned while we were traveling.

Number 1: Circus folk are ever so much fun.
The are really nice and really friendly! I made a new friend for life: Mr. Wolfboy! We played lots along the way! I think I would really have fit in if I had met these nice people earlier in my life.

Number: number 2- Sand is not good for swimming.
While we were helping the circus-friends look for a lost girl, I stepped in some sand that tried to eat me. It was kinda fun, but a little scary. Then a monster came and it got very scary.

Number Next: Sneaky spiders are sneaky.
While I was swimming and we were lost girl-looking we were attacked by Mr. Hungry Invisi-spider Mr. HIS was very hungry and very sneaky. It bit so many people. I used one of my super special magic tricks to slow it down then it ran away. Also Lec set it on fire. I don’t think it liked that. Mr. HIS is still out there somewhere…waiting. .

After we got to Lectus-stad (really called Lepistad) I just kept on learning.

Number After That: Old Men can be kind of cute sometimes.
After we got settled in and went to school to drop off books because Professor Zombimore asked us to, we met an old man who could transform Mr. Carriage Thief back into Mr. Sevda. I really like him. He was nice and I thought he was kinda cute in an old man kinda way. I think the others agree with me on this on; they were all rendered speechless by his cuteness.

Number Last: Beasts can talk.
One of the most amazing things I learned is that the Beast of Lectus-stad can talk! Aparently Mr. Beast was arrested because he got angry and broke things and stole a statue. But Mr. Beast says “No I didn’t!!” The fact that a beast can talk is so awesome…but I really don’t know what a ‘beast’ is. I hope to learn this soon. Maybe I can meet Mr. Beast! If I do I will have to give him a great big hug so he can stop feeling so gosh darn angry. Then maybe he will talk to us and we can learn the truth so he can get all un-arrested. I am so excited!

Lectus-stad is such a magical land and all my friends are still with me! I can’t wait to meet Mr Beast or to see Mr. Wolfboy again! I have been feeling so happy lately!


The Red Knight: a Reminder -- a Warning

To Our Avenger,

The Shaman has told me that you killed the ghosts at the Harrowstone — good. You’re actually proving to be useful. Maybe your dream is not as foolish as I had once thought. So tere few city-kind see you as a hero — a start.

I have heard you made some allies — good I suppose. They seem to have some special abilities — useful. Don’t get too attached. Just be sure none of them have a knife looking for your back. I don’t have to remind you about your hero the Shepherd.

And I certainly don’t have to remind you about what you have to do to anyone who knows who you really are. We don’t need city-kind tracing you to our clan — got it?

May the Spirits and the One keep you from getting yourself killed.

Your Great and Powerful Chieftan

Zaren: Divergence

Made it to Lepistadt. In one piece. Surprisingly.

Found a circus troupe on the road. Others were bent on stopping to talk to them, so we did. Turned out one of their own had gone missing. A kid. They wanted us to look for her.

Giant spiders. Lect Ragged boy wasn’t too happy about that. Neither was Lorrimor’s daughter. Helped more than I’d thought she would. He said they were Phase Spiders. We found her body. Little, light. Like a bird. Brought her back. They didn’t blame us. Holy man said it wasn’t my fault, that the kid was dead before we’d ever even met them. I know he’s right. But.

We traveled with them until we reached Lepistadt.

[In increasingly unsteady handwriting, gets wobblier with every line. To the extent that there ARE lines, by the end.]

Found a place to stay. Found the university. Delivered some of Lorrimor’s books. The professor we delivered them to directed us to a man that could cure the holy man’s curse. Professor something-or-other. Most fucking awkward interaction I’ve ever had in my life. At least he fixed the holy man so he can dance naked in the town square howling at the moon for all I care; he’s my favorite person in this town. Holy man is back to his normal bubbly skippy self, and that’s what matters.

Shit, did I just write that down?

One more set of books to deliver. The work of an hour, and then? They’ll be gone. They’ll all be gone.

It’s for the best.

I don’t want to leave them. Especially But I must. Both for their sakes, and mine. The next time I lose people, it’ll be on MY terms, damn it

Deliver the books. Then it’s time. Did you think this could last forever? Nothing abides. Nothing.

Only ash.

Sevda: A Continuation

I, like many of my companions, am going to take a moment to relish our victory against the atrocious prison that not only attempted to destroy us but to destroy the town (and maybe even the world) around it. It was arduous and I was very nearly certain that we would not make it out alive. I am not one to go back on my promises, but there was that little voice whispering to me that nothing we could do would save these people. Despite that I could not allow myself to give up, not when this behest had been given to me directly. To leave these people would mean turning my back on my fundamental morals and I could not do that nor would my Goddess condone such behavior.

So we trudged on through the old prison that was constantly trying to kill us. Slowly but surely we found each of the strongest spirits that inhabited this place and helped to put them in a place where Vesorina could control them and, hopefully, help them to move on from this plane. In our final days battling this spirit I found myself face to face with Father Charlatan. How I got to that point, well, I had been a fool. I should have known better. This place almost felt like it was made to trick us.

I saw Miss Kendra Lorrimor trapped within the confines of this maiden filled with spikes (a Mourning Maiden was its proper name) and I made a motion to save her from it, or try to. Had it truly been her I could not simply allow her to die in such a way without attempting to help her. It was an illusion and I was pulled within the device. My body was wracked with a searing pain. It was terrifying, being trapped in such a place where there was no escape from the imminent death of the horrendously loving embrace of the mourning lady. There is no pain quite like it. I could not explain it in a way that would allow one who had never experienced it to understand and I would never wish such an experience on anyone.

When I opened my eyes once more I was surprised. I had been certain I had died and the man that was awaiting my return assured me that I had been. He had the most startling red hair I have ever seen in my life. It was nearly as bright as his smile as he welcomed me back to the world of the living. He informed me that I had been brought here by my companions after they found my dead body. They left me behind here until the members of Pharasma could find a way to revive me. It seemed…odd. I asked him if he knew where they went and he did not. I was tired and, to be honest, more than a little mortified. I had failed. I had done exactly what I told Zaren I would not do. Despite my feelings, I could not shake the feeling that something strange was happening. I asked the man his name and he told me.

Sefric Corvan. Father Charlatan. The spirit trapped within the walls of Harrowstone Prison had created an illusion of some kind. I assume it was all within my own mind, but I cannot be certain. It was strange. I didn’t think to attack him, not at first. I wanted to understand the situation before I did so. He truly believed he was fooling me the entire time. He very well may have if we had never stopped to do the investigating that I wanted to do. We had a somewhat pleasant conversation for what it was. It wasn’t anything substantial. I asked him about his world, what was happening, if he was well known, etcetera. It seemed that every time I challenged him personally as to who he really was he tried to assault me somehow. A type of spiritual magic perhaps? Either way it was a battle of Will and those are not ones I lose easily.

I stood against him and challenged him in every way I could before resorting to my abilities to do any damage to him, assuming I could harm this form with my channeling. Somewhere far away I could hear something in the distance. It sounded like Zaren. I couldn’t quite hear all he said. It was far away, tinny, but I think I heard him begging me not to be gone. I didn’t have the time to mourn or try to find a way to show him that I was alive. I had to win against this man or I wasn’t certain what would have happened to the rest of the party. It was a terribly back and forth between he and I. I feel I did a very good job. When he did lash out, it was the most painful thing I had ever felt in my life. Even more so than the Mourning Maiden. The most accurate summary I can think of is that it was like someone had split my skull and raked their claws through my brain. I did not stop. I couldn’t.

And I didn’t. I was victorious. I awoke in Zaren’s arms. He stayed with me the whole time. He believed me to be alive even when the others didn’t. It was most certainly touching. I was grateful for him. Had he not been helping me as he had, I’m not sure I would have done as well as I did. After that we decided to retreat. I needed the rest. I went to the Father of the local church and he informed me of what I feared. I had been cursed by the device in the torture chamber and there was nothing I could do about it. He was not strong enough to heal it, nor was I. I was exhausted. I fear I will be for some time now. I feel ill constantly and I am hideous.

Zaren stayed with me until I fell asleep. He sang to me. It was the most beautiful lullaby I have heard in such a long time. For the first time in years I found myself missing my mother. Perhaps I should write her soon, see how she is doing. Perhaps she has found a new young lady to take over her business when she gets too old. Although I’m doubting she will ever be too old. No woman has as much fight in her as my mother. Oh dear now I really do miss her…

I didn’t have time to be homesick. We woke to find fissures in the ground and we decided that we needed to return to the prison and end it. Right then and there. So that we did. We returned to the prison and we found him. At first we had to fight the room. It was…interesting. I never had such an experience before now and here we were, fighting a cursed room. Well, curse might not have been the appropriate word to use but oh well. I could go into the details of the fight but I do believe that the only thing that needs to be known is we won. We very nearly lost Molly multiple times. I have reason to believe she was taking the damage that Nanya should have been taking. I knew Lectus could take care of her. He’s a better healer than he believes himself to be.

In the end we were victorious and when we went to tell Vesorina. At that moment it was like the prison had become an entirely different place. It was lighter and…quiet. I took a moment to admire that we had truly returned this place to one that could return to a peaceful place. The people in the town below no longer had to fear such a place and it could return to legend once more. The townsfolk gathered all they could afford to give and paid us for our work. Part of me thought of rejecting the payment, but my wallet has been pretty empty and I haven’t been able to buy anything…

Anyway. We spoke to Miss Lorrimor and it turns out she would like to come with us to Leptistad. We will return the books. After that I am not certain what will become of us. I am rather fond of the people I have found here and I do not wish to part from them just yet, but they may have their own agendas…

This is strange. Usually I’m the one that leaves. Is this apprehension what others feel when we inevitably part ways?

The Red Knight: The Great Spekter -- Victory!

To our Venerable Shaman,

At last, we have done it! The treacherous Horrowstone prison is free of its horrid spirits! My compatriots and I fought nobly and made great sacrifices, but we have all survived — victorious!

We explored the remainder of the upper floor where the haunting Piper resided. There, we found the remains of a man wrapped in chains and locked by what Holy-Sevda confirmed to be god symbols. Many of them. He took these and held on to them in case of emergency – will not question the holy man in matters of the holy. With every stone of the prison turned, we made our way back to the torture room in the basement. There, many of the torture devices sprung to life! This horrible man-shaped casket filled with spikes, they called a “mourning maiden,” sprung open to reveal the illusion of a dead friend of ours inside. Nobly, Sevda charged towards it to save her, but it was a trap. It sucked him in and closed.

When we opened it, he was dead.

Something awakened in me. Everyone was furious and traumatized, but their words I could not hear over the sounds of a hundred bees buzzing in my head. My eyes dimmed and could not focus. I saw the device responsible for my friend’s death, an object, not even a living thing, and assaulted it with every last ounce of fury I had. When I could think again, I was in a cave, helping to fight some ooze creature. The maiden was in pieces, and, somehow, Sevda was alive – thank every god responsible! We decided to return to town to rest after such an experience.

The final day had a different feel than the others – ominous. It was as if we had all known since dawn that this would be it. Many of my allies were having personal conversations with each other – likely discussing battle strategies. Whilst in town, great fissures erupted from the ground! We traced their origin to the prison – a sign. It was today or never.

We explored the cave I had awoken in the day before. This cave, this Path to the end, struck a chord with me. It led to a room – the fateful room. As my friends and I set foot in here, the walls began bleeding. Some of my allies saw their names being spelled – thank the One mine was not one of them! Unless it would spell “The Red Knight.” Trust me, in city-folk tongue, it would just look silly. At last, the cowardly Splatterman spekter emerged, firing balls of searing light at all of us – a magicker for sure! We fought him valiantly with bow and spell and smiting. The spekter fled into a pool, but to no avail. Nanya, the summoned creature, dived after him. I would have too if it weren’t for this blasted armor sinking me like a stone. However, the man of Splatter was a sitting duck for Sevda’s holy blasting. Mollileen, the creature-girl, was absorbing the wounds of Nanya much to her peril. After a long and tiring battle, we struck it down at last – glorious! The prison creaked and gave one last heave before coming to rest. We had won the day!

The town regarded us as heroes! Children dressed up as us – a good a start as any for followers. We were rewarded gold for our exploits in the prison – I have sent my share in this note to the tribe. We must continue on to deliver these special books. It is necessary to avenge Lorrimor. The Path is true, I avenged this fallen man, and now an entire town regards me as a hero. This will be the first of many. Soon my reputation will be great, and we will have hope yet of joining the city-kind! May I some day honor the Shepherd.

Progress and Victory to All Our Kind!

Mollileen: A Fond Farewell to Professor Splatterman

Dear Diary-

Today was the most eventful day of all the eventful days! First me and Lec (he seems to like it when I call him that~) talked alot in the morning. I didn’t really understand what he was trying to say, but I smiled and nodded so he would feel better. Something about “it is okay to not be okay”…do you think Lec is maybe not okay? Maybe I should sit down and have a better talk with him…maybe he needs Molly to be his big sister. Tee-hee, just imagine that…me as a big sister. I’m sure my hugs and snuggles will help him feel happy again.

Next we all went back to play at the prison. We went upstairs looking for Mr. Father Charlatan but we found only his bones so Nanya threw them outside. I didn’t know you could kill ghosts like that…we searched all over the upstairs but found no ghosties so we went back to the messy playroom. In there a metal box ate Mr. Sevda and put a whole bunch of holes in him. We were all sad cuz he was dead but then Mr. Zaren yelled alot, Nanya broke the box, and me and Lec played with a board while Mr. Red Knight fought slime and Mr. Sevda stopped being dead so we were all happy once more. We all got super tired so we went home for sleepies.

The next day we visited Professor Splatterman in his room and had a civil disagreement with him. Seems like he refused to stop all that haunting shenanigans so Nanya beat him up. Me and Nanya and Mr. Red Knight fought the hardest. Lec kept me feeling good when I got sleepy and he also burned a book because reasons. Mr. Zaren and Mr. Carriage-thief (That is Mr. Sevda’s new nickname)…well they tried hard too. Mr. Zarren splashed him and shot him a little and Mr. Carriage-thief was doing something too (but Prof. Splatterman seemed to hate him) but I don’t know what it really did. I’m pretty sure Nanya and Mr. Red Knight were the real heroes this time. I was just waking back up, but I’m pretty sure I saw Mr. Red Knight punch Prof. Splatterman. The punch defeated the bad ghostie! Try hard to live up to Mr. Red Knight everybody! (I’ll try too…)

Afterwords there we was heroes and the whole town loved us! Now I know what I have been doing wrong all these years! All I have to do to make friends is to chase away evil prison spirits! Now I know what to do in the next place I go. Well, we all are going to say good bye to Ravengro and deliver Mr. Zombimor’s books to Lectus-stad. Sounds like fun…but…

After we do…do we have to say ‘Goodbye’?
I hope not…

Lēctus: The Empress

Okay. I admit. I didn’t see that coming.

Bet you’re looking at the dates on the journal page. Bet you’re noticing how I haven’t written anything in a while.

Well there was a reason for that. Was. Key word. Meaning the reason does exist anymore, thus the writing. More on that later.

I stopped writing because-

Wait, let me back up. I had changed my journal to fit the style of Lorimor’s. Detailing the subject matter of this haunting. Except to, you know, include HELPFUL details. Any details really. So if anyone was to stumble upon it after my unfortunate, yet inevitable, end they wouldn’t be at the vast disadvantage I we were. So that after we pass the next stupid fools heroes could know exactly what they were getting into.

Things were looking pretty damn bleak. From Litches and fire, to Haunts and horrors… Well, it looked pretty damn grim. We’d only taken out one of the five main bastards badies spirits… (the ones from that childrens’ song, if we’re using our cognitive ability.) and we hadn’t been doing well. At all. It was looking like this journal was going to serve a real purpose. You know, since we were all going to die.

Then we learned more from Vesserina however you spell her name, Splatter douche never finished writing it that the worst ass hole spirit wasn’t just going to take the Prison. He was more ambitious than that. He was going to take the town. Probably more. Fuck all, right? So there wasn’t much of a point in keeping a journal for the future heroes if everyone and everything was fucked doomed.

Wait a second. Shit. This is why I shouldn’t have stopped writing as I went. I haven’t said who Vesserina was is was. Whatever. She was the warden’s wife. And also a lingering spirit protecting the prison. A helpful zombie undead spirit person. She seemed nice. I bet the guards didn’t have a problem following her. Anyway, she told us a lot about the happenings of the prison. Like how the Whispering Way came in and stole her husband’s soul through some sort of horrible ritual.

Minor foot note really. I’m sure that’ll never come up again. The Way isn’t my our problem. Right? Anyway, where the hell was I?

Right. We were all going to die, so what was the point of detailing everything in here? Oh. Because maybe this could be a novel of triumph instead of a dead man’s advice.

Did it hit you yet? Have you realized why I’m writing in here again? You’d have to be dumber than the Red Knight to not have gotten it by now

We did it. We took on and beat all five.
Holy shit.

Like actually holy shit. I don’t even know what to do with myself. Everyone survived. Everyone. No one died. Except Nanya, but she comes back so that hardly counts We all. We did it.

It was hard as fuck beating your head against a wall trying to make a tunnel to the other side, but we managed some how. Things had seemed pretty hopeless. I’d lost faith several times over but… well. Here we are. And thank each god in existance for that, because I really don’t know how my companions would have handled anything less than a flawless victory. I don’t think any of them could have handled a death. Like I could? Yeah, right. Sevda especially. Zaren definitely couldn’t. Mollileen. She… Despite the victory I am still worried about her.

She… she’s eighteen. I thought she was thirteen. Tops. But something happened and… is was like she was a completely different person. Older. Wiser. More jaded. Perhaps bitter. Someone who had been around the block a couple times. The dark roads. Honestly I was more than a little shocked, considering how she normally acts. But… I think… something tells me that’s how she should be. Kind of. Like these are two extremes of the same person, not the happy middle she’s suppose to be. I don’t know. But I want her to… I think she’s…

She isn’t okay. But she doesn’t want to show that. And… I don’t know how to convince her that it’s okay to not be okay. Hell, none of use were okay. Are okay. Even though we’ve won, it’s pretty clear that we all have issues. Except for the Red Knight apparently. But that’s probably for the better. We need someone who still has a positive outlook on life. Fucked up issues a therapist would love to get their hands on.

Anyway I- wait Shit. I wasn’t using this as a personal shit That was a lot of personal information. None of that needed to be in here. Fuck, I don’t want to tear the pages out and rewrite this shit. Fuck it

Mission complete. Prison no longer haunted. Town saved. and the world will never know Now we just have to baby sit Kendra and return some books. Easy. I’ll probably give details of the books in the next entry. It’s getting late and I’m finding it difficult to keep writing. Especially since I keep rambling about things that don’t Right.

One more thing of note. Even though I really don’t want anything to do with the Way, but it seems that they’re… up to some bad shit. They are trying to release The Whispering Tyrant. That doesn’t sound good. I need to look up the name Tar Bapfon I can’t remember where I found that, but it’s the Tyrant’s name

Anyway. That’s all. I think.

We’re alive

Zaren: Save

This is not what I expected to be writing.

I didn’t expect to be writing at all. It was going to happen again; I knew it was, and the only thing I could do to help— Told him to take care of the rest of them once I was gone. Should have told him to take care of himself. He didn’t like it. Said it mattered to him whether I was dead or not. Even I don’t give a shit about that; what gives you the right to make that face

Earthquakes yesterday morning. Cracks in the ground. Decided situation was getting too serious to wait. Went back to the prison to fight the remaining two haunts. Upstairs to find Father Charlatan. Wasn’t there. Down to the torture room to look for the Splatter Man.

The Maiden opened. Kendra Lorrimor was inside. Sev Holy man Sevda Holy man Sevda took off towards it. Grabbed for him. Missed. Ms. Lorrimor disappeared. Just an illusion; no need to add her to your toll

It closed on him.

Tore it open.

He fell out.

Dead. Gone.

Couldn’t get him to open his eyes. Full of holes, no breath, no heartbeat, no warmth, just gone like the rest

But he was alive. Somehow. Somewhere.

I didn’t know what the others were doing. I had to get him back. I should have gotten there first; it should have been me in that thing. Failed again.

Heal. Heal. Heal. Heal. Heal. Potion. Didn’t think I was doing much of anything, but somewhere in the middle of that, he started to move again. Thank gods.

And he woke. Still full of holes. Couldn’t fix that. But alive. Himself. Don’t you ever do that again, you stupid fucking crazy bastard; I thought


Said he’d fought Father Charlatan. Had beaten him by himself. And you thought you could protect him? What exactly were you going to do, idiot?

Went back to town. He needed to rest. Wanted me to stay until he fell asleep. Sang to him. I haven’t sung to anyone since that day. He seemed to like it. Needed a drink after that. More like twelve. Woke up in the entryway with him poking at me. Thoroughly embarrassing conversation.

Went back to the prison. Found Splatter Man. He’d become part of the room somehow. Started spelling shit. Shot the wall. At least that seemed to do something. Then the room collapsed on us. Ghost appeared. Fuck ghosts. I hope I never see another one.

Kept moving around. Got off a few decent shots on it after Sevda Holy man Sevda made it partially solid. It dove down into the water. Mollileen Claw girl’s summon dove after it. Whatever happened down there, it hurt her. Bad. I think Mollileen took the hits for her. Went under twice. Ragged boy kept her alive, thank all the gods; could you all please STOP TRYING TO GET YOURSELVES KILLED

Splatter Man came back up. Kept trying to go for Sevda. Swooped in behind him. Reached for him. I couldn’t let him I couldn’t let any of them Not if I could Swung him behind me. Took the hit instead. It was all I could do.

We put him down. Went back to Vesorina. She was able to purify the prison.

It was over.

And we were all still standing.

Got called to the town square the next morning. Celebration. They’d pooled together what looked like all the gold they had to give to us. Gave mine to Sevda. If it had been left to me, we all would have been dead. I did fuck all in that prison, and they still stood up there smiling at me like I was a hero instead of a fucking fraud with a gun Kids were imitating us. One of them had an empty bottle. Son of a bitch. What a shining good example I am.

Moving on to Lepistadt to deliver the books and find someone to cure Sevda’s curse. He doesn’t say anything, but I can tell it bothers him. Ms. Lorrimor is going to accompany us, which will make it easy to look after her for a month. Hopefully, we won’t get involved in anything else dangerous until the month is up and it’s time to leave.

Maybe the curse is over. Maybe I could really stay with them. Maybe

No. It’s not worth the risk, you selfish bastard. Don’t press your luck. You all made it through this. After the month you promised, you’re going back to Daggermark, and they’ll be safe from you. You had a week where someone cared whether you were alive. It’s enough.

It’s enough.

Mollileen: Waivering

Dear Diary~ (Why am I bothering with this?)

After all that fire we went to see the happy Mr. Tavern Man and get some happy alchyhol. (It doesn’t help. Nothing Helps.) All the friends were drinking. I was sharing with Mr. Lectus but then Mr. Zaren left. I went to check on him but it turns out that he had a bad case of the sads. (So it isn’t just me…) He went to talk to Mr. Sevda after drying all those tears.

Soon we all went to play at the prison again. I had the keys so I put them in all the locks. All of them! They only worked in a few though, but I got some new clothes because of it! (Simple pleasure are all that is left.) It was neat! Then we found the sad sad angry Mr. Mosswater Hammerman. He was…terrifying. His sorrow…matched mine. I couldn’t stand it…I fled. When I could flee no more, I sat and contemplated my own helplessness. Alone. Always and forever Alo… until my friends came! They came for Molly! It warmed me with all the warmth that my heart needed. They came for me!

I put the key in some more locks then we found the prison play-room. It didn’t seem to be a very fun room, as all the toys were kinda broken and red-stained. It looked like Mr. Warden was the last to use the room and it seems like he didn’t clean up after himself. I can forgive him because he had more keys! These keys led us to the magics that would help us fight the ghosties.

We got these thingers:
a Mr. Lopper-Axe, for Mr. the Red Knight
a Book of Professor Splatterman, for Mr. Lectus
a bunch of Necklaces of Mr-Father Charlatan, for Mr. Sevda
a Mossywater Hammer, for Mr. Zaren
and a flutey-flute for Me!

If you find a spooky old flute, you can’t help but blow it! Turns out I’m a great flutey-flute player. I put my blood sweat and tears into my performance…but not on purpose. (I couldn’t stop the music, nor the blood. They had to protect me again…I can never save myself, nor anyone else)

We went upstairs and looked around. We found a bathroom. I thought this could come in handy but… I saw her. She was there. Mother. Mother had finally come for me once more. She stood over the mangled body of Nanya, but not just my lost sister. Other helf-eaten bodies were at her feet….a priest, a gunman, a small knight, and my Lectus. She had taken everything from me…she would keep taking until I finally went with her. Until I finally became her…

It wasn’t real. She was not here…I was still safe, but I was badly shaken. We moved from that tainted room, only to be accosted by the Piper of Illmarsh. He frightened my friends, scattering us across the prison. This time, I would be the one to protect them. No more helplessness. I played the accursed flute and drove the fiend away. I was so terrified, yet exhilarated. Zaren tore the flute from my grasp. Saved again, but this time I saved him first. Fair trade.

We were left in no condition to do battle, so we retreated home (or what we currently count as home). I was joined in bed with Lectus, one of the greatest pleasures I take in this place. He drives the infernal loneliness away. I was finally able to relax and drift off to…

In the morning I felt all good and shiny again. I gave Mr. Lectus a big big hug and called Nanya out. I was so so happy to see her! Today we go back to the prison to show the ghosties ‘what for’. I look ever so forward to it!

Everything is gonna be alright. Everyone is okay. Everyone will always be okay. We will always be together. Always. Please.


Sevda: A Terror

Part of me is uncertain how much longer I am going to be able to handle this town, that prison. Each night holds little rest for we are all plagued by nightmares. Detached though they are from most of our histories and view points Save for Zaren. I worry for him I cannot help but feel that these dreams are becoming more and more real as the day of our reckoning draws ever closer. The townsfolk have decided that we are, in fact, worth their time. While this is a very nice change of pace, it also makes getting our job done a little more difficult. They scurry around beneath our feet under the guise of assistance but for what? Most would perish had they experienced what we had. There is strength among them and for this I am grateful, however, I do not wish for them to accompany us in any way. I cannot protect all of them from fears and monsters that would certainly kill them.

While Death is not something we should fear, I do not wish to send any of these people off to the Goddess any earlier than I must. I haven’t felt quite this way in some time. Not since before I found my place amongst those of the Order of Pharasma. I was witness to the comings and going of life, each at a moments notice. Enough so that I have seen the beauty in a birth but also in the passing of one’s life. To be returned to Her embrace is as much of a gift as venturing out of it yet I find myself more and more concerned as the days go on. Could I truly bring myself to bury these people? I haven’t known them longer than a single cycle of the moon and yet I find myself shedding tears over them already. What am I to do? We court death at nearly every waking moment, dancing with it to the point where I myself have nearly looked it in the eyes, and yet I do not wish for it to take me.

Or them him. I do not believe that this death is what She would want. Not like this. These souls trapped where they are, brought there by untimely demise after untimely demise. They want nothing more than to bring those who still have the vitality they lack into their womb of terror and rot. I, for one, will not be claimed by them. Nor will I allow my allies to be claimed by them. I have made a promise and I will do my damnedest to keep my word. If the five of us living means he will be able to see through his haze of grief and anguish… Failure is not an option here.

There was a time when I would have just…left. The people here cared not for us and the only solace I found was the little moments that I was able to grow closer to these people. All of them have more to them than they let on and there is that part of me, that unyielding need, that does not wish to stop until I am certain I know who and what they are. I cannot. It is not my place. Or so I would like to tell myself. What is this place doing to me? I want to be able to take these people I have come to see as friends away from all of this. I want to show them that there is far more to life than the pain and suffering they have all seemed to have endured. I want to take them away from here, away from this life that has done little past spitting in their eye.

But can I? Would I even be able to do so? Is it within my ability to fix what has been broken? Should I even be given the chance? Oh but I want it. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. To lose him them here would mean to lose more than I could possibly bear. How would I be able to face my Goddess then? Having failed not only my own mission but being unable to defend the sanctity of Her domain? We have done well so far, but we have also tasted death. The unruly Father and our likely largest foe, the Splatter Man have yet to be met. I fear what may come when we do.


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