The Haunting of Harrowstone

Mollileen: Oh Happy Day~

Dear diary,

Hello book, it is Molly again. The past few days have been the best few days ever. Ok ok, maaaaaybe not ever-ever, but at least the bestest since Nanya and I set out on our journey together. I met a whole bunch of people and they were nice and they like me and I think I might be getting friends! I am so so so excited.

It all started the other day. I was at the ‘Good-bye Party’ for Mister Lorrimor. I was so happy that I got to come so I could say goodbye, but Nanya didn’t come. Her name wasn’t on the invitation. Too bad. Anyway, it was really fun because I got to help carry the box that Mister Lorrimor was riding in. They let me help! It all was going great until some mad people with sticks came up to us. I’m used to having mad people with sticks come up to me, but I think they were being sort of rude to Mister Lorrimor. It was HIS party, after all. I think the little man (who I found out later was The Red Knight) thought the were rude too because he ran up and hit one really hard. I didn’t want to hurt them, so I thought they might go away if I made one little…but no, it didn’t work. So instead I asked Mister Snickerdoodle for help. He is my rat friend.I know he wasn’t invited to the party, but I think Mister Lorrimor was okay with him being a bouncer at his party. I hope so.

After the mean people left, we all got invited back to Miss Kendra’s house to read a will. I’m not sure what the will exactly meant, but I think I’m supposed to stay here with Miss Kendra for a while…I hope she doesn’t mind Nanya staying too. I got to meet all my new friends here! There was Mister Red Knight (He is reeally brave but kinda funny), Mister Sevda (who tries reeeally hard but seems to be flustered about everything), Mister Zaren (who is kinda grumpy but seems to be very kind underneath all the grump), and Mister Lectus (who is reeeally smart, but kinda quiet) and…oh! I almost forgot. There was also Mister Lectus’s hat, Mister Boris. I didn’t get to talk to Mister Boris much.

They all went out places while I read some books. The books were very interesting, but they had some not very nice pictures. Nanya came over and we played until my friends came back. After that we explored the town. I got to talk to some kids, and a old smithy lady and…I think that was all. We went to look at a big stature but the next day someone spilled blood all over it and didn’t even clean it up! Worse, everybody thinks that my friends did it! That isn’t very nice. Where would they even get the blood? No no no, if they spilled it, I know they would have cleaned up after themselves. We decided to go to a prison tomorrow, but first Mister Red Knight and Mister Lectus are gonna do some grave robbing. I kinda wanna go too, but I’d probably get in the way. Instead, I think I’ll try to cheer up Mister Sevda, since he seems to be having a bad day.

With Love and hugs!

Zaren: The First Day

It’s strange to write in this book again. I’ve grown used to the days blurring together, without the need to keep track.

I must remain here for awhile. This town is uncomfortable. It watches you.

There are people staying in the same house as I am. Cleric. Knight. The claw-girl. The ragged boy. They knew Lorrimor too. We’re all included in his last behest.

I told him I was sorry. What he said in his will, he thinks I can look after his daughter. He thinks I can find out what’s going on in this town. That was a different man who could do all those things. He’s dead now. I told him I was sorry.

I must remain here for awhile. I must try not to make matters worse.

Lēctus: The Fool

You’d like to think a funeral would go smoothly. I mean, logically speaking there isn’t many ways to mess one up. I suppose the body could have gone missing (wait, it was a closed casket…), but it wasn’t anything like that. No, we were just almost chased out of town.

Let me back up.

Professor Lorrimor is dead.

It’s… almost strange to admit that. I had spent so much time with he man… I owe him owed him a lot, he practically saved my life. More like picked it out of the dirt and brushed it off, but that’s neither here nor there. Anyway, I guess the devil has come calling, and I was sent here to Ravengro, to attend the late Professor’s funeral. Apparently even though the man had passed away, I still have to repay my debt. I was in his will. …Joy.

So that’s where the funeral comes in. There weren’t many in attendance, but the atmosphere was the same as any other celebration of the passing of a loved one. Well, it fell a little short on my expectations it didn’t rain as the prossesion was interrupted by an angry mob. Well there was a familiar sight… but they weren’t formed against me this time. Seems Mr. Lorrimor wasn’t that popular in this town. even though he’d been living here for roughly twenty years

One of the mourners breaking tradition and wearing red rushed the townsfolk and their fearsome pitchforks and torches and shouted something about honor. Oh yeah. This was going well. There was a holy-man amongst us, and he didn’t take too kindly to the “outrage” brawl. Something about… holy ground, shouldn’t shed blood, what are you doing…. You get the gist. He was upset.

So after moments of intimidation, slugging, and Snickerdoodle, the funeral continued on its normal path. (Apparently later the rabble-rousers turned themselves in. Interesting) I wasn’t aware that we were supposed to actually say something about the one who died. First funeral, come one, how was I supposed to know It was an… interesting experience. Hope I don’t have to do that again anytime soon.

We retired to Kendra Lorrimor’s dwelling for the reading of the will, and might I just say lovely.

This was not what I had in mind when I left him, saying that I’d one day pay him back. Nowhere near. What was written in the original will would have been fine. Simple things. Return these books. Watch over my daughter. Whoop-dee-dee. But no. We found his journal, and in the pages of his final days was another request. Hidden, wrapped in the darkness. I can not express my sheer joy enough.

Seems there is a cult in town exploring the “haunted” prison of Harrowstone. Whatever it is they are up to is “sinister and must be stopped”. Coincidence that he was found there dead? His last entry said he was returning to the prison. He wasn’t even expecting to make it out alive. To make matters worse, his writings are horribly vague and gave us little ground to work with.

Us. Right. I’m not the only one stuck with this task. There are others. Most seem like problem children to me. Not that I can talk, but you’d think the Professor would have left this in more capable hands than these A silent brooding man I think his name started with a Z, the holy man Sevda?, a little girl Molli, and her sister what the actual fuck, and The Red Knight are you kidding me? That can’t be your real name. Stop being ridiculous.

Anyhow we were left with the task of uncovering whatever dark deed the Whispering Way was doing. This wasn’t sounding very promising at all, once we started investigating into the matters. Yes, I am going to write my findings down, unlike a certain dead man we can all name

The Prison Harrowstone was built in 4594 and burned down in 4661 only running for sixty-seven years The whole underground east wing was completely destroyed, and many died in the fire. Criminals, guards, the warden and his wife Vesserinia Now why was she there? Seems there was a riot before the fire broke out, and the guards stayed there to keep the criminals from escaping… That’s actually kind of sad. Anyway, the most notable criminals there were Father Charlatan. The Loper. Mosswater Murderer. Piper of Illmarsh. and Splatter Man. I get the distinct feeling that if the prison is actually haunted, these names are gonna come up again. And it is going to suck. Not much else on the prison.

The villagers found blood on the statue of the warden and his wife in a “V” mark. Guess who they think did it~? Yeah. Because we would totally do that. Have some wit about you please. Blood droplets led up to Gibb’s (rabble rouser) home… but there wasn’t anything inside. And the man seemed genuinely confused. Weird.

Something else of note: There were some children singing in the streets playing jump rope. They were singing in Varisian… and children should not sing of such things. Ever. Seriously, what do these villagers teach their children?

Put her body on the bed.
Take a knife and lop her head.
Watch the blood come out the pipe.
Feeds the stirge, so nice and ripe.
Drops of red so sparkly bright.
Splatters spell her name just right.
With a hammer killed his wife.
Now he wants to claim your life.
Tricksy father tells a lie.
Listen close or you will die.

…Yeah. I’m charmed to be in this village too, trust me.

The town hasn’t seemed very receptive, and they pointedly go out of there way to throw us the stink eye. This… isn’t exactly uncommon for me, as you know, but what I do find concerning is that they’re doing it to all of us. These people… they don’t trust any of us. Hell, they hardly trusted the Professor. I particularly feel bad for the Holy man. He tries. He tries hard. I can tell he isn’t used to this kind of behavior. … It’s difficult to watch. I think I’m going to have to take on a lot more of the odder roles.

Like when I earlier broke into Gibb’s home to investigate. No need to dirty all of our names. So I’ll head into the crypt. Lorrimor said there were tools there that might help deal with the “spirits” of Harrowstone. Holy man tried to convince the Church to let us have a look… obviously that didn’t go that well. After all, who would believe a bunch of strangers asking to trespass into a mausoleum? Regardless, I’m going. The Red Knight I will get your real name yet will be accompanying me… I don’t think it’s wise to have too many bodies… yet I can’t help be feel a little grateful.

Hopefully this won’t be like the last pages in Lorrimor’s journal. One where I mysteriously vanish after. …But that’s unlikely. It’s just a mausoleum. There isn’t anything written about that place that’s actually dangerous.

Just might get thrown in jail. Or burned at the stake.

((ooc: Do not hold me accountable for any misspellings on names :| Lectus doesn’t know eiter))

The Red Knight: A Funeral -- Unnerving

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To Our Honorable Shaman,

I have been brought to a City-kind village to attend the funeral of a human named Lorrimor. This arcane learned-one did much to guide me on the Path and has earned my respect. Some City-kind fools attempted to soil the death ceremony. I assaulted defended the honor of Lorrimor, which was frowned upon by some of my fellows. City-kind have no shame — disgusting and ironic.

In death, Lorrimor has charged me with protecting his daughter for a full-moon, and I shall receive 100 platinum — prosperity for Our Kind! The man died at the hand of evil spirits — unsettling. Everyone in the village is secretive and uncooperative.

Fortunately, I have brothers in arms to aid me. The holy-man has a way with City-kind, but will not kill for his god’s honor? The gun-man has the smell of blood on him — useful and respectable. The child-woman is unsettling, but commands powerful creatures. One of these beasts she calls sister! The arcane-man seems resented by other City-kind — trustworthy?

This night the arcane-man and I will raid a crypt to find Lorrimor’s ghost-killing tools. I shall avenge Lorrimor, for I feel this will continue me on the Path of honoring the Fallen Shepherd.

Prosperity and Security to All Our Kind!

Sevda: A Passing

Mr. Lorrimor has returned to the Goddess’s embrace. He was what I’m sure some considered a good man. I didn’t know him very well, but I could say that I knew him better than some. I worked for him for some time. The experience was a rich one and I will be forever grateful for what he has helped me to accomplish. I intended to give him a proper and warm send off, but some…ruffians decided that it was not to be. The fools attacked us in the graveyard. Some men have absolutely no honor. They don’t believe in anything but themselves.

No honor and no shame, these men had the audacity to attempt to bring harm to those on Pharasma’s land. It was enough to make my blood boil. A strange, short man (creature. Certainly not human. May require further investigation) dressed in all red armor charged the villagers who dared assault those on a holy mission. His outrageous behavior was equally as unforgivable, however he did listen to me when I asked them all to not kill each other. Instead the group just proceeded to knock the hooligans out. A beautiful young lady whose name I later learned was Molliline (I believe I shall call her Molli) was able to summon creatures of the Celestial variety. It was interesting seeing a proper Dire Rat. She is charming. I believe I shall be rather fond of her. There was a man, tall and beautiful (probably one of the most beautiful men I have ever laid eyes on. Perhaps he isn’t human either.) who I learned was named Zaren. He seems to use a sort of firearm I don’t have much experience with. He is gifted and did well to not bring any lasting harm to the men that were attacking us. The final member of our fighting force had magical abilities. I do not wish to assume his alignments but I may inquire further if the situation proves itself necessary. Miss Kendra Lorrimor also did something I was not expecting. I do believe she has magical ability as well. I must inquire further. I did my best to participate as little as possible in the actual fighting, but I did have to knock a man out. He was insistant despite my pleas. There was nothing else I could do.

After the rabble rousers were taken care of we finished our procession and we laid Mr. Lorrimor to rest. We returned to the Lorrimor abode to have the will read. While we waited I spent that time connecting with my Goddess. After about an hour one of the councilmen from town came in to read it to us. He didn’t seem very pleased to be there. I get the feeling this town is going to be rather hostile and I don’t think I’ll like it very much. One should not treat strangers in such a way. It is rude and uncalled for. One cannot simply demand respect however, so I will do my best to earn that and their trust. No matter how frustrating it may get. We were also given his journal. It turns out that Mr. Lorrimor had been investigating a group called the Whispering Way and I am fairly certain that it was his investigations that led to his demise. His last entry involved him mentioning he was going to the prison. Later I learned he was crushed by a statue. I do not believe this was a coincidence. Something does not sit well with me.

Later note: This Whispering Way group must be dealt with in a timely fashion. Whatever it is they are planning I do not like that they do not respect the boundaries between life and death. No matter how frustrating this town gets I will not let these people go about their business raising the dead and causing havoc. My devotion to the Goddess will not allow it.

Mr. Lorrimor requested that we protect his daughter for a month before moving on to Leptistad to return the books that Mr. Lorrimor requested of us. I’m not entirely certain what the importance of these books are, but I am also not entirely fond of the idea of handing over such information to people I do not know. There is even one book that I haven’t been able to open. If only I had some skill in picking locks. Breaking it isn’t an option. If there is a lock on it, then it is likely this information is meant for the man it is intended for only. I mistrust it. Mr. Lorrimor, while an interesting man, never really did give me any reason to trust him. Even in death he has confirmed this for me. His entries and information are vague and generally unhelpful. They bring up more questions than they answer and it is frustrating. I cannot guarantee that I will stay the entire month as I do not really trust Ms. Kendra very much either, but I will stay until my duties are completed.

After a brief discussion with Kendra and taking a moment to explain to Lectus the importance of tact, we went out to explore the town as well as gather information from those that Ms. Kendra said were Mr. Lorrimor’s friends in life. I visited the town’s apothecary and met the woman Jominda Fallenbridge. She seemed like a pleasant woman. She was mourning over the loss of her friend, which was entirely understandable. She didn’t know too much though. It seems we aren’t the only ones that Mr.Lorrimor refused to share vital information with. I purchased two sunrods, three tindertwigs, a town map (so very helpful). Perhaps I should try to curb my spending a bit, as joyful as shopping is. I’m running low on funds and it doesn’t seem like there are many means to replenish them in this place other than wait for the promised 100 platinum. It makes me wonder how the man could afford to pay five separate people 100 platinum each. That is a thing to think about later.

We all ended up meeting at the tavern where Zaren was having a drink and what looked like steak. The man Zolkar Alkarid (who also knew Mr. Lorrimor) was the tavern keeper there and was a very cheerful man. Almost too cheerful. I ordered a snack myself (zombie fingers. They were sausages and rather tasty). Again he didn’t know much so we left. There were children playing rope and singing outside. We came back to speak with them later. They were a little more receptive than the rest of the town but not terribly so (their parents taught them well to obey them).

I also fisted the Unfurling Scroll that day (again we split, Lectus came with me. I was hesitant to bring him inside for the man beyond the locked door seemed to not wish to have too much company). He , while a bit bitter, was refreshing. I believe I will grow rather fond of this old teacher over time. I feel the most comfortable here so far. If he will allow it, I will continue to return here to shop and read. I am not very good with the arcane arts, however I purchased a scroll of Sanctuary from him. He informed me of the Whispering Way visiting him (although he didn’t know that was who they were). They seemed to be looking for something but they did not find it in his store. He said they headed South after that, towards the old prison no doubt.

Side note: The prison had a tragic history. Not long after it was in operation, it burned to the ground during an uprising among the inmates. All the guards, the Warden, his wife (why was she there?) and the prisoners all burned to death. It sounds like a breeding ground of unrestful spirits and I do not look forward to seeing what that foul organization has done to the place. It seems the song the children had been singing before was related to the more serious killers confined within the prison walls. Men that had unruly souls in life certainly will have them in death if they are trapped here. Encountering such things would be extremely unpleasant.

I visited the Church of Pharasma before returning to Ms. Kendra’s home. The Father there seems rather kind. An old man, but he seems devoted. He told me they have mass on Thursday evenings. I will have to attend. It will be good for my faith and hopefully will show the towns people that I am trustworthy. He knew a little more about Mr. Lorrimor but not nearly enough. Or at least none that he would reveal. Perhaps more time with him will help me. I returned to Ms. Kendra’s after for a night of rest.

The next morning was interesting. I was beginning to have a conversation about Ms. Kendra when I heard a rather loud thud from upstairs. I went to investigate only to find Zaren on the floor. It seems he fell asleep in a rather uncomfortable state (I get the feeling his drinking will be a recurring event). He nearly pulled his weapon on me when I tried to wake him. We spoke briefly and then went on our ways. I spoke with Lectus briefly as well, and The Red Knight (I would appreciate a real name but I will not press for it). We had breakfast with Kendra. I offered to help her make a shrine of her father to pray to. She said she would appreciate it but I could clearly see that she is not a believer. I cannot judge those for what they do and do not believe, it is not my place. However it did still irk me. Breakfast was interrupted by screaming.

We all went to investigate (save for Ms. Kendra. Also strange). It turns out the memorial statue for those unfortunate souls that perished in the prison fire had been defaced and the townsfolk believed we were the culprits. I didn’t learn much from the townsfolk (not that I am surprised. At all. To say that these people are difficult to work with would be a kindness). There was a large “V” scrawled onto the statue in blood. Which was also concerning.

Side note: “Splatters spell her name just right” The wife of the warden’s name was Vesorina. Coincidence? Perhaps but I find it difficult to believe right now.

We followed a blood trail to Mr. Gibb’s home but did not find any sign of entry. Whoever brought the blood either took it from there or is trying to frame him. We went to speak with him in the tavern and he was nearly as unreceptive as he was when we first met him. I do not like this man and I don’t think I ever will. I will spend as little time around him as I possibly can. He’s rude, but I suppose he is at least open about his dislike for us.

Side note: I was told that the men who attacked us were acting uncharacteristically. It’s quickly becoming clear that there are greater works at hand and I think the men may have been under some sort of mind control when they attacked us.

The town continued to be continually and completely frustrating. Not even going to the Church cleared my mind. I spoke with the Father again and ended up asking for permission to visit the mausoleum where Mr. Lorrimor said there were tools to deal with the prison. He refused. I’m finding it difficult to care enough to try at the moment. I did, however, get to speak with a refreshing young lady in the Unfurling Scroll. As I imagined, this place might be my safe haven in this hell hole of a town. I returned to Ms. Kendra’s abode momentarily in an attempt to get a moment’s reprieve. Zaren came up and offered me a drink. I spoke with him for a little while and he even laughed. Perhaps this stone man has more to him than meets the eye. Molli came up to see me as well. She was charming as ever and a joy to be around. She mentioned that those downstairs were plotting something that I best not be involved with and I believe her. I do not have the patience for this tonight anyway. Rest cannot come sooner.

Important side note: There is a creature that Molli can summon. Her name is Nanya (spelling?) and Molli claims that she is her sister. The creature is clearly not human and is most spectacular. Perhaps I will attempt to converse with the marvel in the future. All is not lost. THis adventure may provide me with some wonderful opportunities, as frustrating as it is.

Nanya: Concern

Unsure of how to take current events. Molly is happy. Happy is good, but something in the air is sinister. Molly never sees the danger. I am worried about her. This town is bad for her.

I was able to meet people whom Molly sees as friends. I am unsure of their intentions, I had best watch them closely. Especially the quiet boy and the little knight. The only one I find trustworthy is the priest. Normally I distrust priests, but this man seems honorable. The quiet boy seems like he is up to something, I don’t know what he thinks of Molly…but that one makes me nervous. The little knight is honorable, but several of his mannerisms make me question him. Also he is willing to teach Molly of weapons…I fear she will hurt herself. The strange gunman…he hasn’t done anything to stand out to me yet. All the more reason to keep an eye on him.

I appeared to find Molly reading books. Books she should never be reading. What are these people doing with her? I followed them around the town, but I think I like the town less than the new ‘friends’. I don’t know what is going on, but I think we are investigating the Professor’s death. Sound dangerous, but Molly won’t hear otherwise. I will protect her…from the town, from ghosts, from friends.

I hope these people are as decent as they pretend. Then maybe Molly won’t be lonely all the time. Maybe then I’ll…

Zaren: Prison

I will not become attached.
I will not become attached.
I will not become attached.
I will not become attached.

Stop this now get away it’ll fall on you too-

We are in a prison. Looking for information on what is going wrong in the town. This place is not a good place. I can feel it in the air; it presses in on you with a smell like blood and fire. That scent has appeared in my dreams since that day, but I’ve never had to face it again. Until now. My mouth tastes like ashes.

The ragged boy heard me in my sleep. I woke him. Embarrassing. At least he did not understand my meaning.

If they knew, what

The claw-girl touched me. Hand brushing lightly, hugs, get away The cleric took my hand. Warm. How long has it been since someone did that, other than in a fight? I’d rather face the hits; I know what to do with those. They noticed my reaction. Inquired. Embarrassing. Damn you all damn you all damn you all damn you all damn you all

I’m glad I made more bullets. I’ll have need of them in this place. Used a few already. Defended the cleric. but for how much longer? I must keep them safe——-take care, Zaren Elemion, these are not your friends

We have found nothing useful yet. Hauntings. Ghosts.

Lyvar Hawkrin, the warden. VE. What does it mean?

It has been over a year since the nightmares stopped. They’ve returned, in this place burning to the ground, just like [illegible]

So warm.

You cannot lose what you do not hold.

Mollileen: Yay Bonding!

Dear diary~

Hello book, today was lots of fun and was really exciting too! I got to play with pretty much everyone! . First, I got to keep Mister Sevda company while everyone else went to have fun in the cemetery. After we talked for a while he brushed my hair for me. I haven’t had anyone brush my hair since mama did it last. That was a reeeeeally long long time ago. Must be like two years since that happened. Mama had done such a nice job that I didn’t want to ruin it, but Mister Sevda did a pretty good job too. Then he gave me a bath…I was a little nervous at first cuz he would see my claws and maybe my eyes, but he didn’t seem to mind at first. Then again he seemed to have trouble looking at me while he washed me, but I can’t blame him…I am a scary monster after all. Still, it did make me feel a little sad. Oh well, no use fussin’ over it.

I was really enjoying our time together when a soft knock was heard from the door. I was excited for a visitor but Mister Sevda was scared of the noise. Maybe he doesn’t like company. As it turns out Mister Lorrimor had come to visit! At first I was so so so happy that he finally woke up, but then I was less so cuz he woke up still dead. I didn’t have time to grab my armor before Mister Zombimor started tryin’ to hurt Mister Sevda and Miss Kendra so I sprang into action in my towel. I think Mister Sevda might of been a little distracted by my hideousness. Sorry Mister Sevda! I can’t help that I’m a monster…Anyway, my friend Click-Click came over to help but Mister Zombimor hurt him bad and killed him. Poor Click-Click. I’ll be more careful with him next time.

Anyway after Mister Zombimor stopped moving Mister Sevda decided to cook him in the backyard. I still don’t know why he did this. Maybe Mister Zombimor was cold. I think Mister Sevda should have given him a bath too…he didn’t smell so good while he was cooking. Our other friends came back with treasure and then we all went to bed.

I think Mister Lectus had bad dreams. I had dreams of fire, but he seemed to have worse ones then I did. I found him in his room washing the walls the next morning. I think he had been painting them red but then changed his mind. Oh! Maybe he was finger-painting in his sleep…I’ve done that before. Mama sure was mad…I bet he didn’t want Kendra to be mad so I helped him clean it up. He should be more careful.

Everyone else went shopping except for me and Mister Zaren. I gave Mister Sevda my wallet. I think it made him happy. Friends do things like that, right? Anyway, Mister Sevda said to look after Mister Zaren. Since I really liked the way Mister Sevda looked after me, I tried to copy that. I brushed his hair for a while, trying to figure out the best way to get him into the bath, but he asked me to stop. Maybe I’m not very good at this, Mister Sevda is the best at looking after others. I was trying so hard too…maybe Mister Zaren doesn’t like monsters either. I hope we are still friends. I also hope he gets a bath soon too…

In other news, my bed seems to be trying to eat me. It keeps drawing me into its evil clutches. I didn’t trust it from the get-go but every time I have bedtime I wake up in the bed. I think it must want my soul. I don’t know why…what would a bed even do with my soul? Probably nothing good. Mister Zaren and Mister Sevda say that they are the ones putting me in the bed, but that must mean that they have fallen under its evil control! I must save them!

While going to the prison it sounds like something else had happened to the blood-statue, but I really wasn’t listening. I was focused on something much more mysterious: What is under Mister Red Knight’s helmet? He says he keeps his tentacles there! I wanna see them so so so so so so so so so so so badly! I tried peeking through his visor, but it was too dark in there. My new mission in life is to see his head-tentacles. We can be monsters together! Yay! I feel like I am really starting to understand him.

We got to the prison and I thought the place looked really pretty. We walked around outside and Click-Click and Sonny Jim helped us investigate. We found a name on the wall and a deep pool of water. Also Click-Click and Mister Red Knight went into a broken house but they didn’t die to it is all okay. We looked around the inside of the prison and some mean mean mean ghosties kept bothering us. One kept slamming doors, one made it really really cold and so on. I found a hole in the floor and sent Sonny Jim Down to investigate. I don’t think he liked falling so much. Sorry Jim! Soon three heads came out of the hole and were being mean but Nanya beat them up. Then we found a furnace that had an attitude problem. It smelt kinda like Mr. Zombimor while he was cooking. It really hurt my poor sister but Mister Sevda and everyone stopped it. I really was scared for Nanya, but I think she is mad at me for saving her…

All in all I think I’m just a little bit closer to everyone, especially Mister Sevda and Mister Zaren. I hope they don’t mind me being an evil monster…that seems to put a damper on things. I will try hard so they like me!

With Brushies and a Bath~

The Red Knight: The Prison -- Potential

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To our Wise Shaman,
There have been many interesting events in the past day. The crypt I searched with my allies associates was infested with the Krak’tet we would slay in the lower depths. While I was gone, the house of Lorrimor’s kin was attacked by a zombie of Lorrimor’s body — appalling. The had burned his body to prevent reanimation. The smell of burning human flesh — memories of home.

The crypt contained a set of tools used for slaying ghosts: an arcane board, spell papers, and some unusual arrows. I took the opportunity to sharpen my bow skills. The holy-man and arcane-man know how to use the occult tools — city-kind and their tools. These and the zombie confirm my thoughts of foul spirits — disheartening. Part of me hoped this was the work of some force of nature that city-kind simply do not understand. This is indeed death-magic!

My compatriots’ morale is weakened. The arcane-man who was most prepared to explore the prison now fears it — confusing. The gun-man and the holy-man also seemed unnerved. The holy-man ventured to the library. I must accompany him next time — the Shepherd was book-learned and I must be too to stay on the Path.

The city girl creature-girl does not seem afraid though. However, I question her view of the world. She believes I have tentacles on my head simply because I told her - -trust?

The city-kind have grown more suspicious — annoying. If all city-kind are like this, then I feel uneasy about the Path. It must be true though — perhaps we will be better than them!

Today I shall explore their harrowed prison and prove my valor. We shall see if these foul spirits are real. I ask for your prayers and the guidance of His Power, the Shepherd, and all the great Spirits. I hope that I will write to you tomorrow.

Luxury and Serenity to All Our Kind!
Lēctus: The Magician

Splatters spell her name just right. Spells it just right. Just fucking right.

I no longer like it here. Not that I had any particular affection for it before, but, um, no. I want out. Now. Why are we doing this again? It wasn’t even in the actual will. We don’t have to do this. Except, yeah, yeah we do. God dammit.

If it was anyone else asking me to stay I would laugh. Right in their face. Lorrimor is one lucky man. Dead man. Maybe not that lucky. Hm.

Right. From where we left off. The Red Knight and I were sneaking into the mausoleum to acquire things to use against ghosts. Looking back, this was a really really good idea Things were going smoothly, I was quiet as a shadow on the wall and Boris… well even I couldn’t see him. The Red Knight on the other hand noisy bastard could have put forth a better effort.

Upon entering the crypt I noticed Lorrimor’s well, I’m assuming they’re his foot steps, and decided to follow those. there was another door, but it led to the same room. It was around then that I realized we were being tailed. Shock and alarm melted into relief as it was… crap uh Zere, Zereh Zeran. Right. Zeran was following us. Guess he was interested in what might be hiding there as well. Not opposed to the extra help. Not that it was needed or anything

There was only one resting place in there, and it was on a raised alter. Hm. Bingo. In it we found and took 12 silver arrows helpful? 4 sun rods thankgodlight 6 flasks of holy water get the feeling that’ll be useful 10 ( plus 1) arrows they look a better make 5 ( plus 1 Ghost touch) arrows they glow green 2 ( plus 1 bane) arrows blue this time 5 curative potions these will get used 2 lessor restoration potions I hope that doesn’t come up 1 detect undead scroll gonna need more than one 2 hide from undead once again… 1 protect from evil scroll yay

There was also a box with a scarab engraved on it. The Palantine Eye This contained Haunt Siphons and a Ouija Spirit board. why would we ever use that ever. Bad idea. C’mon.

After getting a few scrapes from some unfriendly bugs we got out of there and made it back to Kendra’s dwelling. Still hoping the Red Knight didn’t screw us over on the stealth part So. Bet you don’t know what happened next. Guess. Just try. Why am I writing that in the journal, not like I can see the look of surprise… whatever There was a body burning in the backyard. What… the… fuck. Upon closer inspection… it was…

So that man we buried the other day. Yeah. Yeah no. Guess he had some unfinished business. How…. No. Better question: Who. Who could do that… Anyway, seemed like we missed an interesting encounter. Kendra was certainly worse from it. Ze Zaren seemed alright, and the holy-man was pretty upset. I think it upset his morals… or code… whatever it is the priests have. Faith. That. The little girl also seemed a bit… off. But that’s nothing new

We divided out the equipment Keeping the important things away from The Red Knight and went to… to bed.

And that’s when I remember that I hate my life

That’s when things get weird messed up fucked up Fucked up. I entered my bedroom and… And there was bars on my window. Well, it was a little surprising but not very, I mean it was only a matter of time because I thought the villagers didn’t know I was a witch… But then I turned around. And I wasn’t in my room anymore.

I was in Harrowstone. I was in the fucking prison. I was there. Stuck. The door was locked. It was cold. So cold. I couldn’t get out. I don’t know what it was sca I can’t begin to I was trapped. In a cell. And that’s not even the worse part. not by a long shot I It

My name.

It He Something was writing my name… letter by letter…. above the bed frame.

Splatters spells her name just right

Of course, it was in blood. Of course I was frea I think I shouted something, looked out the window for anything… I remember breaking a plate in hopes that someone “downstairs” could hear it but I was in the prison they couldn’t hear anything So I did the next thing I could think of. the only thing I smeared the writing. I tried to stop it from spelling my name…

Then I woke up.

Yay Right? NO. Not yay. Not yay at all. There was blood all over my hands. All over the wall. Spells her name just right

Oh. I forgot to mention the house had been making some pretty weird thudding noises. Can’t tell where it’s coming from. Or what’s making them I It

I wasn’t handling things well at this point. My state of mind was… more than a little shaken. Anyway, I booked it out of the room and went down into the kitchen it’s still in the middle of the night, by the way and I got myself a glass of water. Tried to calm down. Sleeping. Ha. Not going to happen Holy ma Sevda came into the room around then, and worried cared helped me wash the blood off my hands and face when did it get there? Told me I should get some rest after I said where I-

So I went to sleep on the couch, Zaren slept by the door. I think he was sleeping on the couch before, nice of him to give it up. I mean, I was not going to be sleeping in that room any time soon. No. Way. In. Hell. I woke up again dreamed of fire to Zaren saying something in his sleep… Couldn’t understand. Different language. He also seemed shaken.

Things just keep looking up and up, right? I love this place Get me out of here

That morning the others went into town, and it was just me and the little girl left at Kendra’s. I made breakfast. More thudding noises. I hate those Decided since the sun was up that I should probably clean the blood off the wall before more questions are asked. The girl helped. Helped a lot Kept me calm

Remembered her “sister” still would like to know what the fuck wanted to be “called out” to be around Molli. Mentioned, and the sister appreciated it. Get the feeling I don’t want to be on her bad side

The others came back eventually and we set out for the prison. They mentioned seeing another letter on the statue. E I think it’s spelling the warden’s wife’s name. Thinking back to that song that song splatters spell her name just


Prison. Yay. Just where I wanted to be. I couldn’t see anything in the windows There was a statue of an odd angel. It’s spear was pointing east while it’s eyes were looking north I feel like the contradiction is noteworthy. And YES, I will write it down if I THINK it’s noteworthy. We thankfully decided to investigate a side house in front of the prison first. Belonging to the warden and his wife? Likely. It was pretty dilapidated… so we sent in The Red Knight bravely explored the structure. Not much of note.

After that we did a perimeter sweep. eyes in the walls Nothing worthy of note, besides a name engraved in the foundation. Lyvar Hawkran Over and over it was written. I believe these were the symbols Lorrimor was trying to investigate in his journal that the ghosts disturbed him from. Got it.

So… we made our way in.

There were… things there. Yes. This place is definitely haunted. They locked the doors. They lowered the temperature. They tried to burn us. Tried to hurt kill us.

I want to leave. I want to leave now.


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