This last outing we were not joined by the old man, he has apparently taken ill. We headed for the vile prison by carriage as we wanted to be able to explore more of it before nightfall. Peculiar but not unexpected the driver would not come all the way to the prison, too afraid due to superstitious tradition – and they call my people barbarians with weird ways.
Upon arrival and our attack from swarms of rats we tore down the wardens house, I guess because it could have housed more swarms? The Orc helped me with this and then we did the same to the balcony on the front of the prison. The shady one helped us this time. We proceeded to climb the broken balcony and enter the prison above the main doors. In scouting the initial room we heard the strangest of noises – a creepy, haunting flute. It should not have scared me but the hairs on my arm did stand on end briefly. Powerful evil to affect me so.
While we skulked the roof of the top floor we eventually encountered some wickedly large mosquitos again – stirge, but I doubt many of the city folk I associate with would know them by this name. I of course vanquished the majority of them assisting my companions with my incredible fighting force.
This was the end of this trip to Harrowstone – we did not wait for the driver – my comrades did not think that he would even come back to get us. While walking we were waylaid by slime covered things. A most repulsive undead creation. A peculiar thing happened, the cop disappeared for a few moments leaving me to protect the weaker one and so I slew the trio of slimers.
We once again receive healing from the priest. I sleep well this night after a day of slaughtering abominations.
The old man is still unavailable. We head back to the prison again by carriage – a most lazy way to travel but at least we make better time then waiting for those who wear clunking armour.
This next expedition into this god-forsaken place almost cost us our lives. We heard the eerie flute again and this time while walking amongst the stalls skeletons that burst into flames attacked us – meanwhile we heard a loud buzzing sound and moments later the largest stirge I have every seen came around the corner. This also caused the night walker to become frozen with fear and was knocked down. Trying to fight our way out was becoming grim and I felt a pull of control on my mind briefly but dug deep down to all the rage I keep just below the surface and I let a blood scream telling Sark to run. I grabbed Zarazazz and we fled. I caught a glimpse of this dark flautist and if not by my blade then by some way I will destroy this horrid undead creation.
We made it back to Ravengro. Well of course we did or I wouldn’t be writing this… The next day we did research with Kendra‘s help. There were many famous prisoners that went to this wretched place. The children’s nursery rhyme from town starts to connect with things at the prison. The warden burnt the place to the ground to save the town, I think because of the riot that had just broken out… so if we have any hope of saving Ravengro from the undead assault that may be coming we may have to find of way of encouraging these filth ridden spirits to pass on. Tomorrow is another day, for now I rest.