The Haunting of Harrowstone

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))



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