| Session #2 (part II)
Osilem, 24th of Keent - 564 H.E.
Malcolm was awakened by a bleary-eyed Kamir while darkness still lurked outside. The barbarian-bard got up quickly and thanking the lackey, walked down the hall naked as the day he was born to wake up his friend Jeremy. He knocked loudly, but there was no answer – so he finally let himself in and his friend looked at him in bleary-eyed amazement.
“What time is it? What are you doing?” the taste of his own putrifying vomit coated the inside of his mouth and he smacked his lips a few times. A poorly cleaned up puddle of vomit was still on the floor next to the bed and stained the sheets of his bunk.
“We're gooing ta hoont a weetch,” Malcolm said and walked back down the hall to his room to dress and get his weapons and armor.
Jeremy flopped back down in bed.
After a few minutes Malcolm came back.
“Coom on! Gat oop! Tha be a foal weetch tha soomuns demans terrorizing young weemen, We haf ta goo,” he said.
“Okay, okay, I’m getting up. Young women did you say?” He grabbed his chain shirt, and began to expertly strap it on.
“Well, one girl, anyway,” Malcolm replied. He left the room and headed down to the common room.
“Is she cute?” Jeremy hopped after him slipping one hip boot on and then the other. He stopped and ran back into his room to grab his short sword and long sword.
The noise in the hallway awoke Jana in her own room, so she dressed and came downstairs as well.
The three of them had a quick bite (prepared by a sleepy Kamir who then trudged off to get some sleep before everyone else woke up and had him do stuff), and then made their way to the Monastery of Anubis to meet Kazrack and Beorth. It was still dark, still no light peeked from over the horizon.
“So what did she do that was so bad? Is this woman really a witch?” Jeremy asked along the way.
“Aye, she be a fool weetch tha endangers tha lifes of chil'en and weemen,” Malcolm said. “An she attacked thees yoong girl..” He gestured to Jana
“She attacked you?” Jeremy asked her.
“Aye, didn’t ya hear me man? She’s loocky to be alive I tell ya,” Malcolm said.
“Well, she didn’t attack me – but if she had seen me watching her dig into graves and rip out pieces of the corpses from within she probably would have,” Jana corrected.
“Oh!” Jeremy said disturbed by the image. “I guess you are lucky to be alive. Someone like that needs to be caught.”
Meeting up with the others they went to the Temple of Ra and got Kazrack’s conscription papers hastily stamped.
“The Church of Ra may have to look into this matter of grave desecration for ourselves,” the elder priest said, and then went off to perform the morning ceremonies of the temple.
Passing the Temple of the Red God, Malcolm looked up at the body and wondered how to get it down. He noticed that heavily armored temple guards now flanked the doors to the place.
The now five companions left the outer wall of the city, flashing their stamped conscription papers and failing to avoid Arnold the guard, who once again asked Jana to join him for a drink.
“Sure, sure. I’ll meet you at the Slim Stiletto at sundown,” she told him, knowing full well that she’d be long gone by then.
The “party” ented the cemetery and after some time wandering looking for the “witch” decided to climb a hill and get the best vantage point they could.
The spread out on the hill looking in all directions (except for Malcolm, who impatiently shifted his weight from one foot to the other). Eventually, Ra’s Glory began to rise in the east, spreading it light and heat like a molasses across the cemetery. Standing and waiting in the rising heat, wearing armor and clutching weapons, the group became more and more restless.
In time they saw a group of grave-diggers arrive and begin to dig. When it seemed they would not dig very deep, their foreman yelled at them and they grudgingly dug deeper in the growing heat.
And still, the group waited – Looking the cemetery over, except for Malcolm who eyed the size of nearby rocks. | 
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