jackslate45
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Well, if a book said "Read me first" you should read it first! Elthos takes that book off and opens it up, examining it.
Carrion Crown AP (The Deadwatchers) - IC
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Cyansylph
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Valanar was already holding the book, and slaps away Elthos hand as he reaches for it, shooting him a menacing glare that lingers for a few seconds. After the moment passes, he opens the cover, clears his throat, and begins to report his findings to the group.
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jackslate45
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OCC: My bad [MENTION=6670352]Cyansylph[/MENTION], miss read your post. ah well.
"Well you looked like you didnt want to read it" Elthos said with a shrug.
Turning to Triessa Elthos says "If it says read it, you should read it! It might prove to be insightful"
"Well you looked like you didnt want to read it" Elthos said with a shrug.
Turning to Triessa Elthos says "If it says read it, you should read it! It might prove to be insightful"
HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
Cyan pages through the leather bound book and announces that it is (was) the Professor's journal, and is currently not one of the dangerous tombs mentioned in his will.
For the next several hours he pages through the book as the others of the group look to the other four.
Three of the books have notes tucked into them saying they should be delivered to one Montagnie Crowl, a professor in antiquities at Lepidstadt University. These books include -
• On Verified Madness: This jet-black book is a treatise on aberrations and other entities found on Golarion that possess remote ties to the Dark Tapestry, the name given to the dark places between the stars in the night sky.
• Serving Your Hunger: This text is a copy of one of several unholy books sacred to the goddess Urgathoa. Lorrimor’s notations liberally sprinkle the margins.
• The Umbral Leaves: This lexicon is a translation into Common of the unholy book of Zon-Kuthon.
The fourth book is locked (the keyhole of which appears to be for a key with a strange triangular shaft). Pinned to it's dark purple felt cover is a note saying that it should be delivered to Embreth Daramid, a judge at the Lepidstadt Courthouse. The note asks for this delivery to be handled discreetly and gives the address to the judges home address. On the front of the book is a brass scarab set with a single eye.
Finally Valanar has figured out that the Professor marked off distinct passages as most of the reading is rather bland day to day activities of the small town of Ravengro. When everyone is ready he reads the entries to the group.
[sblock=Professor's Journal]
Ten Years Ago:
The Whispering Way is more than just a cabal of necromancers. I see that now. Undeath is their fountain of youth. Uncovering their motivation does not place me at ease as I thought it might. Their desire to be eternal simply makes them more dangerous.
Two Months Ago:
It is as I had feared. The Way is interested in something here in Ravengro. But what could it be?
One Month Ago:
Whatever the Way seeks, I am now convinced their goal is connected to Harrowstone. In retrospect, I suppose it all makes sense—the stories they tell about the ruins in town are certainly chilling enough. It may be time to investigate the ruins, but with everyone in town already being so worked up about them, I’d rather not let the others know about my curiosity
—there’s plenty of folks hereabouts who already think I’m a demonologist or a witch or something. Ignorant fools.
Twenty Days Ago:
It is confirmed. The Way seems quite interested in something—no, strike that—someone who was held in Harrowstone. But who, specifically, is the Way after? I need a list of everyone who died the night of the fire. Everyone. The Temple of Pharasma must have such a list.
Eighteen Days Ago:
I see now just how ill prepared I was when I last set out for the Harrowstone. I am lucky to have returned at all. The ghosts, if indeed they were ghosts (for I did not find it prudent to investigate further) prevented me from transcribing the strange symbols I found etched along the foundation—hopefully on my next visit I will be more prepared. Thankfully, the necessary tools to defend against spirits are already here in Ravengro. I know that the church of Pharasma used to store them in a
false crypt in the Restlands at the intersection between Eversleep and the Black Path. I am not certain if the current clergy
even know of what their predecessors have hidden down below. If my luck holds, I should be able to slip in and out with a
few borrowed items.
Seventeen Days Ago: (last entry)
Tomorrow evening I return to the prison. It is imperative the Way does not finish. My caution has already cost me too much time. I am not sure what will happen if I am too late, but if my theory is right, the entire town could be at risk. I don’t have time to update my will, so I’ll leave this in the chest where it’ll be sure to be found, should the worst come to pass.[/sblock]
After the reading Kendra reenters the room. "Everyone ready for dinner?" she asks with a smile.
For the next several hours he pages through the book as the others of the group look to the other four.
Three of the books have notes tucked into them saying they should be delivered to one Montagnie Crowl, a professor in antiquities at Lepidstadt University. These books include -
• On Verified Madness: This jet-black book is a treatise on aberrations and other entities found on Golarion that possess remote ties to the Dark Tapestry, the name given to the dark places between the stars in the night sky.
• Serving Your Hunger: This text is a copy of one of several unholy books sacred to the goddess Urgathoa. Lorrimor’s notations liberally sprinkle the margins.
• The Umbral Leaves: This lexicon is a translation into Common of the unholy book of Zon-Kuthon.
The fourth book is locked (the keyhole of which appears to be for a key with a strange triangular shaft). Pinned to it's dark purple felt cover is a note saying that it should be delivered to Embreth Daramid, a judge at the Lepidstadt Courthouse. The note asks for this delivery to be handled discreetly and gives the address to the judges home address. On the front of the book is a brass scarab set with a single eye.
Finally Valanar has figured out that the Professor marked off distinct passages as most of the reading is rather bland day to day activities of the small town of Ravengro. When everyone is ready he reads the entries to the group.
[sblock=Professor's Journal]
Ten Years Ago:
The Whispering Way is more than just a cabal of necromancers. I see that now. Undeath is their fountain of youth. Uncovering their motivation does not place me at ease as I thought it might. Their desire to be eternal simply makes them more dangerous.
Two Months Ago:
It is as I had feared. The Way is interested in something here in Ravengro. But what could it be?
One Month Ago:
Whatever the Way seeks, I am now convinced their goal is connected to Harrowstone. In retrospect, I suppose it all makes sense—the stories they tell about the ruins in town are certainly chilling enough. It may be time to investigate the ruins, but with everyone in town already being so worked up about them, I’d rather not let the others know about my curiosity
—there’s plenty of folks hereabouts who already think I’m a demonologist or a witch or something. Ignorant fools.
Twenty Days Ago:
It is confirmed. The Way seems quite interested in something—no, strike that—someone who was held in Harrowstone. But who, specifically, is the Way after? I need a list of everyone who died the night of the fire. Everyone. The Temple of Pharasma must have such a list.
Eighteen Days Ago:
I see now just how ill prepared I was when I last set out for the Harrowstone. I am lucky to have returned at all. The ghosts, if indeed they were ghosts (for I did not find it prudent to investigate further) prevented me from transcribing the strange symbols I found etched along the foundation—hopefully on my next visit I will be more prepared. Thankfully, the necessary tools to defend against spirits are already here in Ravengro. I know that the church of Pharasma used to store them in a
false crypt in the Restlands at the intersection between Eversleep and the Black Path. I am not certain if the current clergy
even know of what their predecessors have hidden down below. If my luck holds, I should be able to slip in and out with a
few borrowed items.
Seventeen Days Ago: (last entry)
Tomorrow evening I return to the prison. It is imperative the Way does not finish. My caution has already cost me too much time. I am not sure what will happen if I am too late, but if my theory is right, the entire town could be at risk. I don’t have time to update my will, so I’ll leave this in the chest where it’ll be sure to be found, should the worst come to pass.[/sblock]
After the reading Kendra reenters the room. "Everyone ready for dinner?" she asks with a smile.
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Cyansylph
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Valanar rises, and stretches as much as he can in his heavy armor. "Quite...ugh, I got so caught up in those books, I never took the time to remove these plates. I am sure I would look quite silly all battle-prepped at a dinner table. Can someone help me remove these?"
He turns to Kendra and begs of her with a slight bow, "My Lady, is there a place I could lay my armor before dinner? Perhaps whatever room I will be sleeping in?"
He turns to Kendra and begs of her with a slight bow, "My Lady, is there a place I could lay my armor before dinner? Perhaps whatever room I will be sleeping in?"
Piedra is starting to get bored and is wondering when the drinking is going to start. Just as he is about to jump down and look for a drink he spots the professor's copy of Serving Your Hunger. Always ready to increase his knowledge of undead, he snatches it and says "Mind if I look at this." As he takes his prize to a chair and start to read.
He continues reading until dinnertime when he reluctantly returns the book to the box, approaches Kendra and says "Lead on Kendra." It never occurs to Piedra to remove his armour before dinner, not even when Valanar make a point of mentioning it.
He continues reading until dinnertime when he reluctantly returns the book to the box, approaches Kendra and says "Lead on Kendra." It never occurs to Piedra to remove his armour before dinner, not even when Valanar make a point of mentioning it.
HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
"Oh, I am sorry excuse my poor manners we have had so few guest here." Kendra says slightly embarrassed. "I will so you your rooms. They are being prepared for you now, but if you wish a quick change than We can wait."
Kendra shows everyone up stairs and shows them each to a separate room. Then she says she will meet them in the pallor when they are ready. Piedra looks at his room and without entering he follows Kendra. "I'm ready now," the dwarf says with a shrug.
Not before long Valanar is ready and the others have also joined Piedra and Kendra in the pallor. She then leads the group to the dinning hall. The room is simple like the others in the house and has huge table laden with food ready for a feast.
The repast is a splendid one and the group takes in their fill, when all is quiet and seemingly starting to settle down Kendra asks, "Did you find anything interesting in the books my father left?"
Kendra shows everyone up stairs and shows them each to a separate room. Then she says she will meet them in the pallor when they are ready. Piedra looks at his room and without entering he follows Kendra. "I'm ready now," the dwarf says with a shrug.
Not before long Valanar is ready and the others have also joined Piedra and Kendra in the pallor. She then leads the group to the dinning hall. The room is simple like the others in the house and has huge table laden with food ready for a feast.
The repast is a splendid one and the group takes in their fill, when all is quiet and seemingly starting to settle down Kendra asks, "Did you find anything interesting in the books my father left?"
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Cyansylph
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Valanar places his silverware down, leans forward and takes a deep breath as he readies to recount the contents of Lorrimor's journal: "Yes, there was much of interest. One of the books is in fact your father's journal. It would appear he had been investigating a cult called The Whispering Way -- necromancers, the whole lot of them. But not just necromancers, necromancers who actually hold undeath in reverence and see it as eternal life, as backwards as that sounds.
They are interested in the ghost or spirit of one of the prisoners who died when Harrowstone burnt.
Your father did not say what their goal was, but he believed that the entire town was at risk if these men are not stopped. 17 days ago, he was worried that he was running out of time to do so. It appears this now falls to us to put a stop to. We have yet to discuss it in depth, but I think a venture to Harrowstone may be in order.
Your father did mention acquiring certain tools to protect against the spirits within Harrowstone. I know your father was something of a collector of various divine and arcane artifacts. Can you think of anything that he might have acquired more recently; say within this past month before he passed? Such things could be very helpful if we could find them."
They are interested in the ghost or spirit of one of the prisoners who died when Harrowstone burnt.
Your father did not say what their goal was, but he believed that the entire town was at risk if these men are not stopped. 17 days ago, he was worried that he was running out of time to do so. It appears this now falls to us to put a stop to. We have yet to discuss it in depth, but I think a venture to Harrowstone may be in order.
Your father did mention acquiring certain tools to protect against the spirits within Harrowstone. I know your father was something of a collector of various divine and arcane artifacts. Can you think of anything that he might have acquired more recently; say within this past month before he passed? Such things could be very helpful if we could find them."
Triessa sighs and buries her face in her hands.
"Fighting spirits," she murmurs. "Professor, what have you gotten us into now?"
Then something occurs to her.
"I wonder who the leader of that mob that tried to stop us from burying him was. If he thought there was a link between the Professor and necromancers, then it seems like he knows more than he ought to."
"Fighting spirits," she murmurs. "Professor, what have you gotten us into now?"
Then something occurs to her.
"I wonder who the leader of that mob that tried to stop us from burying him was. If he thought there was a link between the Professor and necromancers, then it seems like he knows more than he ought to."
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