With another wolf in tow the group buried the sczarni that fell during the battle with Vrood. There was a cryptic set of notes and an strange almost prophetic sounding poem found in Vrood’s belongings. No one has yet to decipher the notes but the poem read as follows.
Upon the ashen pathways tread
Softly, as the whispered dead.
As mortal flesh doth rot and fail
To leech and maggot, ebbing frail.
Unhallowed words cannot be spoken,
With whispered oath, death lies broken.
Shed fear, shed life, shed pain, shed time,
Eternity seized shall soon be thine.
First spirit torn from Grave-Lady’s grasp
Be rent and sown as soured ash.
Soft the spiral song reverses,
Judgment lost, damnation surges.
Keeper of the damned’s soul take,
With packlord’s heart the beast shall wake
And flesh be wrought in disarray—
Stillborn cocoon, to blessed decay.
A hundred slain lie innocent,
Grind bone and marrow to cement.
Craft now a skull of splintered graves,
Unmake life, unmake the slave.
Where history churns dream to blister,
Necrophagous secrets whisper
Through chronicles of Raven’s tongue—
A legacy of fear unspun.
Blood spilt atop the Iron Thorn
Invokes that which cannot be born.
Arise the Tyrant now unbound,
Bearer of the Carrion Crown!
Jik put forth his intent to take the remaining corpses of the war victims that have been disturbed by the Whispering Way and return them to their grave, finally giving them a proper service, the party agreed and then realized how many there really are. This may take awhile.
The head of Vrood was given to Ulcris, who then performed a short ritual that allowed everyone to see through the eyes of the Whispering Way agent. The visions came in flashes showing a furiously darting ink quill that dashed out of a stream of words reading, “My Master, I shall stay in Feldgrau and build an army of corpses for our risen lord…” The sentence faded, and after a brief flash, hands place the letter in an envelope and struck it with a wax seal. Another flash comes and the scene changed. You all saw cultists scurrying around in the town square, exhuming bodies and raising an army from the corpses of Feldgrau’s dead. After another flash, Vrood’s hands placed three strange items into a chest— an iron-and-glass vial containing a swirling gray mist, a bloody piece of heart inside a glass bottle, and a fragile skull composed of hundreds of bone fragments. Into a second chest he placed a strange statuette of murky green stone depicting a grotesque, tentacled creature. Another flash. The chests were given to two riders in dark cloaks on pale horses. “Ride to Thrushmoor,” you heard Vrood say. “Our agent will exchange the Effigy for the relic we need.” After a final flash, the visions faded.
Rhakis was notified about his fallen companions, Kendra was able to update the party on her whereabouts and the failed attempt to capture Vorkstag in Karcau.
Today is: Sunday, 17th of Desnus, late afternoon/early evening
Weather: Clear, the wind is still as the grave
The Professor has been dead 72 days.
The Funeral was 55 days ago