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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6835565" data-attributes="member: 40413">At the statue of the ancient king[align=left]http://imageshack.com/a/img922/9776/cFohXn.png[/align]If not for the lingering threat of the Harran or the shadow of a future encounter with a restless spirit the afternoon spent on the hill above Kingsholm's cemetery would have been idyllic perfection.  The weather, as Autumn predicted, was fine: warm, with a breeze stirring the leaves of the trees.  Having given up his burden to Autumn, Etan regained that childish, fey humor and chased and was chased by rabbits on the lower hill like some sort of children's game.  The lunch packed by the proprietor of the Coronet and Cabbage, cold roast chicken, fresh-baked crusty bread, and a couple of bottles of a pale wine, were delicious and allowed everyone to forget for a moment the recent troubles.Autumn had plenty of time to read bits of the book on spirits but it seemed that the writer classified every spirit he'd ever heard about as a different type.  Without knowing more it was impossible for her to predict what this spirit might be capable of.  Levanna had better luck with her borrowed book although she wasn't sure that any of it was relevant.  There were numerous tales of Sapo or followers of Sapo battling hostile spirits, like the tale of the Gorram Bull Ioso told in the temple, to make the land safe for the Venzans.As the sun lowered in the sky and neared dusk Aelspeth grew increasingly fidgety.  Darwin seemed to reflect her fear, or perhaps it was the other way round, and the golden-furred monkey crouched downhill and shook.  Aelspeth collected her familiar and held it in her arms for a while but eventually she turned to the others.  "I'm sorry, but something has Darwin shaken up.  He won't settle and I'm afraid I need to get him away from here."  Repeating her apologies, Aelspeth turned away and made her way down the hill to Kingsholm proper.With Aelspeth gone and darkness creeping across the hills the mood became more tense.  At dusk a shadow formed in the lee of the ancient statue.  It slowly resolved itself into the figure of a man: it's garb was ancient and it bore a heavy sword.  When its aged face became clear enough all could see its was without a crown and its features were different than those born by the statue.  Clearly this is not the same man.  As you watched you could see its mouth moving, speaking, but nothing could be heard.[sblock=OOC]Due to absence, I'm removing Aelspeth from the adventure.  Merry, feel free to contact me when you have more time to participate regularly.  I've enjoyed having you in game and hope we can game together again sometime.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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