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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ao the Overkitty" data-source="post: 1550064" data-attributes="member: 9758">Journal Entry of Seth Lochmar - September 16thSeptember 16th, 1002    We got back to the Manor yesterday evening just in time to greet some riders from Horsedowns.  Apparently Robert has taken a turn for the worst and cannot be moved.  They’re here to also accompany us through the crease to get to Robert, but could not leave until dawn.  Who is this Robert they speak of?  Apparently the others have known about this Robert fellow is and Fiona seems rather disturbed by his getting more ill.  No one tells me anything around here…    Well, it turns out that, like Bluestone, Horsedowns uses planar travel to move distances more quickly.  But, instead of using the Astral plane, Horsedowns uses the Shadow Plane.  They enter and leave the plane during the times when it is neither night nor day; the creases in between, as they call them.  Horsedowns themselves are a relatively small clan.  If you don’t count the meenlock Lochmars we have burrowing underneath our lands, we are the only clan that has fewer numbers than them.  It seems that almost their entire clan got wiped out when the Risenson vampires went on a recruiting spree back during the last group’s time.  When the vampires were destroyed, that left just a handful of daughters at the university to take up the family titles and lands.  So, while our clan is considered a bit radical for having a female heir, theirs is considered even more so because they have a young, female laird only two years younger than I.    We still hadn’t found the assassin yet, so we feared it attacking our guests.  In order to insure the safety of the Horsedowns mounts, Tellsford decided to sleep down in the stable.  Fiona set up an alarmed area that he could trigger if there was a problem.  But, when early morning came, there was no Tellsford, just a deeply slumbering Pickard.  Fiona recognized his slumber has the result of a sleep spell, but that didn’t leave us with much of a clue as to where Tellsford was.  We decided to try and find Tellsford before dusk and leave with Horsedowns then, with or without him.    Padraic felt our best chance was to get a divination from Mentahl.  I was less than pleased with having to seek help from an Eshuan, but it seemed like our only option.  So, we headed for Minter Creek entered the tunnels to get to the church.  Once there, we realized that we did not have enough cash for a donation to get a divination.  Padraic quickly used his cloak to take flight and head back to the Manor.  When he returned, he was struggling to keep afloat as he brought Tellsford’s body in.  It turns out that the body had been stashed on the top of the tower.  It was just luck that he was able to spot it.  Tellsford was seriously wounded and on death’s door, but alive and stable. Mentahl healed him up and we headed back to the Manor through the tunnels.  Tellsford told us that the Assassin attacked him in the stable during the night, but Pickard slept through the attack.  He was rather worried about the stallion’s well being, since he hadn’t seen it when the assassin attacked.Since we now had some time before dusk, we tried to find the assassin.  We were able to narrow down its arrival to coincide with the arrivals of both Pickard and Maker.  We first checked out Maker, setting up a scene where I could discretely scan for evil in him.  There are spells that block such scans, but this ogre mage didn’t seem to have any abilities above and beyond that of a normal ogre mage.  Maker noticed me scanning, but not until after I had finished scanning him and finding no trace of evil.  He was shocked that Fiona would suspect him, but was more interested in putting her suspicions to rest than being outraged.This left us with Pickard looking like the only suspect.  As we approached the stable, I made an offhand comment of, “Watch. It’ll be the stallion.”  Sure enough, after we set ourselves up to look like we were appraising the horse and I finished my scan, the stallion detected as the only evil in the stable.  No sooner had I given the word then the horse shifted into the form of an ogre mage and attacked us.  This time, however, we were ready for him.  Since we had him surrounded and the exits were blocked, his escape attempt ended with him lying on the ground, dead.With him dealt with, we can leave in a couple of hours, feeling better about leaving those around the house without protection.</blockquote>

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