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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hewligan" data-source="post: 4549100" data-attributes="member: 19688">The Charnel HouseIt is horrific.The stench is overwhelming. It is so thick, and the air so deep with its cloying heaviness, that it leaves an iron tang in your mouth.The walls of this simple farmstead are smeared with blood. Amidst the random streaks of darkened blood lies some recognizable symbols. The same seven pointed star shape that you grew all too familiar with those months ago, and "Jokad" is smeared across one wall in bloody letters four foot tall.You move nervously around the house. It is empty, apart from simple furniture that has become slick in blood, and random piles of bones, lock picked dry of any flesh or gristle. The bones suggest that many people and things have been eaten here. There is a cow skull, and at enough human parts to account for perhaps three people. There is the top half of a dog skeleton stuffed into the empty fireplace, and a cat skull placed dead centre on the kitchen table.The place, though, is abandoned. You move from room to room, looking for clues, finding just horrors and filth. The last room, at the back of the house, looking out onto a vegetable patch. This small room is more orderly, although the small table beside the bed carries two items that draw your eyes. The first is a half consumed human arm, the second a small piece of parchment with letters upon it.Kael moves forward, not quite touching the paper as he bends to read it. After a few moments of silence he reads it aloud."Rogors, my loyal servant. I am glad to hear that you are following orders. Push north. Take the rest of the farmsteads to the river. You must bring more into the pack!Beware the coming of my Jokad. Above all else you must bring him to me. Your new additions are simple and confused souls, but you must make them aware that this one is for me and me alone.Keep hard at your work. Take the few more farm I have commanded, and then come rejoin me at the Misgivings. Things are moving well, but the voices here grow loud in your absence.Your Master, Foxglove."Jovik shakes his head, as he catches with something in the letter. "I know of the Misgivings. It is the local name for the long-derelict Foxglove Manor. It has a tragic history. Hell, as a kid it was always a bit of a gang threat - 'if you cross the Scarzni, you get dumped at the Misgivings for the night!' Of course, that was nonsense - just silly gang talk. Everyone knows that if you do cross the Scarzni you end up 6 feet under the soil. Still, it gives you an idea of what sort of place it holds in local mythology. It lies approximately six miles southwest from Sandpoint,  on a remote promontory overlooking the Varisian Gulf. The place has been an abandoned dump for years, decades even!"</blockquote>

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