Rob's Carrion Crown

Freja's Journal...Day 3 in the Prison
The excrement keeps hitting the oscillating blades...

Day 3 at the prison:

We entered the basement of the prison through a hole in the floor. I hit something disgusting and squishy with a ball of fire before I went down the shaft into the murky water. Ew. My new barbarian friend came back for me and Senji after the rest of the slimy creatures were dispatched.

I avoided the water with all my might. There was an oozy film on the top of it. Not something I wanted to get on myself. ‘Essa, on the other hand, was covered in it. I created water and helped get the worst of it off of her…and do something with her hair while I had a moment. It’s the little things in life sometimes…

We came out of the room with the stagnant water and came out into the room with far too many smouldering skeletons. ‘Essa had mentioned these to me in passing in the days before – I tried dousing them in water, but it was no use. They worked us over. It was like a comedy of errors before it was finally over. I healed ‘Essa after she fumbled her sword and managed to really get herself in the arm with a nasty gash. Before the end of the fight, she was on the ground unconscious. Not her finest hour. I took a bad hit from one of the skeletons once they caught fire. I also, embarrassingly, managed to bean myself in the face with a rock from my sling. I think it might have ricocheted off the dwarf’s helmet.

We searched around for a while after the combat and found three hallways: The Oubliette, The Nevermore, The Reaper’s Hold. Someone opened the door to the guard’s room by the Oubliette and the headless skeleton that was pinned to the desk (I assume he angered someone enough to have them do this to him before they removed his head).

Head Guardsman Gurtis Vortch – the skeleton in the room that caught fire immediately. We were all a bit concerned, to say the least…’Essa ended up with his axe. She seemed pretty happy about the outcome, even though she was a bit chagrined at the earlier accident when she went to draw her sword. I might send Sengi to go cheer her up later. Maybe bring her a nice tasty dragonfly to boost her spirits.

After the fight, we got the hell out of there and went back to town to tend to our wounds. My pride was wounded more than my eye with the slingshot off the paladin’s helmet (maybe the dwarf’s helmet…it was a gong show in there…I’m just glad Sengi didn’t get singed), when we were fighting the skeletons.

‘Essa found the rings on Vortch’s desiccated hand and traded one of them for a shiny new sword and flail. She seemed quite please with herself after that, all things considered.

We’re now resting up and waiting for the shiny new weapons to be made for the rest of the party. I want to venture out and try to track down something that will hurt the undead, since my weapons are woefully ineffective so far…

Liessa's Journal Entry 6

Well I am glad to be alive to say the least. I will definitely be returning to Harrowstone to redeem myself. So I guess I should tell you why I am hanging my head and licking my wounds tonight.

I awoke two days after we got back to town, wiped the drool from my mouth and then we ate breakfast. Before leaving town the paladin bought a rope ladder.

When we went back to that awful place we descended into the lower level. The paladin led the way down the rope ladder and the moment he touched down, 3 of these 3 slimers attacked us. We slew the vile undead but not before I was slimed…again. The Druid kindly dropped fresh water on me. She is a helpful shaman.

Moving out of the water room we entered a room laden with skeletons. They were the burning type… Again. This was not my finest hour. First I could not hit them. And then as I was drawing my sword to move through two of them I caught my blade on my bicep. I screamed louder than ever before. I could feel the blood that pumps my muscles draining. Thankfully the witch hunter was able to stop the bleeding right away. I think obliterated the one in frnt of me, however, that was when the skeletons burst into flames, attacked in sequence and I fell unconscious.
I awoke to the skeletons being defeated and gave a nod to the paladin who had defended the rest of the party when I could not.

Moving on, we found that this room poured into three different directions. Entering the Nevermore we found an empty guard room. I destroyed the beds…it felt good.
In the Oubliette we found Head Guard Gurtis Vortch beheaded and spiked to the wall. Entering the room, it attacked… I crunched into it and when it struck back it’s axe bit bitterly hard and I was again knocked down. Once revived, I took the guards dog tags and hand – later found 3 rings on it. The Cop grabbed his axe – we later found out it was magical, and I traded him a ring for it. I will be able to hurt ghosts now! We left the hellhole for another day

Back in town we went to the armory, and I traded a ring for a better sword – it will take 2 days to make. I also bought a flail- I will pound these undead to pulp!

Liessa's Journal, Entry 5

Our arrival back at the manor left me with some pent up energy. I went for a jog and then crawled into my room’s window, but only after screaming in the woods. I remember that primal screaming can bring about some clarity.
The next morning the rest of the team was looking back over Lorrimor’s books when the stupid paladin tried to destroy some of the books. Zealots can be quite ignorant. Before we went back to Harrowstone I brought the bones of the evil furnace ghost to the father.

When we got back to the prison we decided to go up to the 2nd floor.The door was stuck and we each tried to budge it open. I tried, then the old man, and finally Karna did it with a crowbar. I must have loosened it for them. The paladin detected evil almost right away and we followed his sense. The first cell we went into the dwarf picked up an evil book. The blood hound then started sensing something and I wanted to get the jump on anything that might be around so I hopped up onto the roof of the cells. Thats when we were attacked. 4 of those pesky flies that try and suck you dry attacked me. The rest of the party was apparently being attacked at the same time. The haunting music of the damned piper was back!! I tried to fight off the bugs but they swarmed me and even though I inevitably slaughtered them it wasn’t until after they fed on me. Fucking bugs.

After I finished off the bugs the Cop told me that Vesorianna appeared and took the piper’s soul. Another stain on the earth gone. But before he could mention this the Dwarf was on the ground being strangled by ghost chains. They were trying to do things with magic to kill it. I tried to pry the chains off but I could not grasp them. Then finally The warden’s wife appeared again and took Father Charlatan to his hopeful eternal damnation.

We then went and thanked Vesorianna Hawkran for taking the two. She says that the 2 are in her ghost prisons.
We leave to head back to town and I really start to feel the loss of blood. The priest tells me that all that will help is rest. I sleep for 2 whole days before feeling 100%. Fucking bugs.

Liessa's Journal, Entry 4

The evening started with visitors. While collecting firewood with Sark we noticed a dwarf and a gnome approach the Lorrimor House. The gnome had a raptor dinosaur following her. I tried to communicate to assert my alpha status but seem to have forgotten the correct growling. It turns out they too were just old friends of the Professor. We enjoyed a hearty feast together before retiring.

The dawn was interrupted by a loud brutish human. He was apparently after the thief but his way of arrest was terrible – he fatally injured the dark one’s horse. I tried to follow it and the gnome, also seeming concerned for the animal’s health, tagged along. We were unable to save it so I delivered a mercy killing. Back at the farm I found out that the human had offed Zarazazz. At least he died in combat – an honorable death of sorts.

No one seemed too upset by his passing, however, and this knight has a strong desire to vanquish the vile undead so he came with us to Harrowstone. We started this time by trying to go right in the front door. The Paladin tried to kick the door open to no success and I demonstrated my raw ability and put my foot through the door. The dwarf then tried the handle. I did not let anyone see my slight embarrassment.

The floor was very quiet until we found a door that would not budge. Raw strength and even dwarf engineer could not make this door budge but the druid noticed a keyhole so I kept my eyes open. In the next room we were ambushed by flaming skulls again. Pesky fiery filth that was quickly vanquished. Moving on we found a possessed furnace! We were able to subdue it with holy water and large quantities of water and inside the furnace we found the bones of I can only assume was damned prisoner. Even after taking the bones out of the fire the bones continued to get hot. We decided to throw them in the lake and the seem to have forever gone out.

Continuing on we fought a poltergeist, a possessed straight jacket and then we stumbled upon the Warden’s wife, Vesorianna.

The dead wife of the warden! And she is here as a trapped spirit not some angry ghost! She told us that dark hooded cloaked figures took her husband’s body and now the remaining ghost prisoners have become stronger. Then before we could find out more Karna wasted a vile of holy water on her – which did not hurt her, ‘just to be sure’ he said. The six famous prisoners here are mostly down in the basement of the prison and the only way down is through the dumbwaiter. The vile Father and Piper are upstairs – which we already knew about the Piper from our last visit upstairs. The rest of the party left to inspect some more doors and were attacked by evil manacles and spiders. However, before I left I promised I would find rest for her spirit and asked what is in the safe – apparently a strong ghost fighting item! We then left Harrowstone thinking it better to come back fully rested before tackling the next level… I hate ghosts…

The past

It is never fun when you past catches up to you… So after avoiding all the death and destruction these idiots brought down upon us, I am sure someone tipped off the local constabulary regarding my past. Likely the paladin that was so close to the church turned me in. Should have killed him in the night when I had the chance. But none of tHat will help me now this big idiot is outside shouting at the top of his lungs.

Liessa's Journal, Entry 3

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.

Liessa's Journal, Entry 2

In coming down to another breakfast meal using dainty little cutlery the sheriff was knocking and he informed us that there was a large “V E” painted with blood upon the town fountain. Not before noticing that the Paladin had disappeared – apparently recalled. I could not imagine living on such a short leash.

We went to investigate and found some feathers and the obvious foot of a chicken at the base of the fountain – the painters must be cutting up chickens. I showed the cop and he seemed to think it was some kind of voodoo and looked at me like I am an expert on it. Apparently there are things these city people can’t learn from books. Idiot. Afterwards we went back to the manor and decided to make the trek to Harrowstone.

On the way we were waylaid by enemies and had to defend ourselves. Rising from the decrepit woods 4 marauding skeletons attacked us. The guarded one could not control his horse and fled. Meanwhile I quickly dispatched two of them with pure force. My allies were not as lucky and sustained wounds before dispatching one each. The rest of the journey was uneventful.

Harrowstone was a ugly looking place. I went through the gate first because we had to find answers – was Professor Petros Lorrimor murdered or was it an accident? Once inside a large swarm of rats assembled and advanced on us. I slashed through them and with the slight help of my allies the swarm quickly dispersed. It happened to us again when we were climbing the stairs of the parapet. The cop and quiet one did little to help, however the old man fought valiantly but succumbed to the massive pile of rats. I then felt the urgency and snicker snacked the remaining rats – spilling entrails everywhere. Afterwards I fed the monk some healing juice and he came to.

We continued along the parapet until the waft of feces met our noses and we saw where the prison’s waste went. Continuing on we found where the wall crumbling down towards the ‘lake’ and I use that term loosely for the sludge that resides there. As we were climbing down black skeletons rose from the depths. The monk quickly dispatched one but then the the other two began to smolder – before they could fully ignite I slashed through their bones. It was then that we decided to leave Harrowstone.

Once back and covered in rat entrails and nursing wounds, all except the coward for he never enters the fray, we went to discuss our findings with the father Jimbo or something. He tried to make us pay for healing. We quickly reminded him that undead are running around in his town. I doused my head in the horse trough – it felt good to get the rat guts off my face.

Upon or return to the Lorrimor estate we used the magic board for talking to ghosts. They seemed to think it would help so I took part – it seemed useless to me, but they think that was not murdered now – more questions I guess?

Afterwards the servant ran me a bath -hot water for cleaning, it was very refreshing. She even washed my cloak of rat guts. It smells funny now, like flowers somehow?

Our sleep was disturbed that night by the shady one running into the house screaming he was being followed by skulls. I met him in his room and vanquished 3 of these flaming skulls but not before becoming enraged by this outburst. Their fiery skulls burnt me a little so I crushed them even more. I picked up the shattered remains of 7 in total and will show them to the priest, perhaps he will thank me again by healing these fire wounds… tomorrow, now it is time to sleep.

Sark's Report

My dear Captain-Vicar,

I hope this finds you in good health, and the church and its congregation.

As you know, I was summoned to attend the funeral of Proffr. Lorrimor this last seven-day of Rova, in his town of Ravengro. The event was attended by four other worthies of the Proffr.’s acquaintance: a Paladin of Iomadae, Sir Duncan; an aged monk who hails by the curious cognomen Soda; a barbarian whose ancestry most assuredly includes a monstrous component, but if the Proffr. approved of her, so will I trust his judgment of her character; and lastly another demi- or non-human fellow of some unsavoury type, he keeps his counsel very close and will bear watching.

We were all present at the reading of the Last Will and Testament. It was given unto the company assembled to see to the enduring safety of Kendra Lorrimor, the only heir to the Lorrimor estate, for a period of one month, which would take us to the end of Lamashan. (Surely an inauspicious time of the year.) After this time we were charged with conveying a chest of rare and esoteric tomes to the University in Lepidstadt. Upon delivery to the academics noted in the will, we are all to receive 100 platinums. I have promised a tithe to Father Grimboro, as this is his pastorage.

I had planned a trip to Harrow-stone, the site of PLs death, just to confirm the local Sheriff’s findings, but we were alerted to the presence of a zombie on the edge of town and attended to the eradication of the undead. No complicated task, the barbarian woman struck down the zombie.

Upon consultation with the Sheriff and Fr. Grimboro, we decided to investigate the possibility of obtaining some artifacts hinted at in the Professor’s Will. I am pleased to report that we discovered several items cached beneath a false crypt in The Rest-lands north of Ravengro, including a quiver of magical arrows, several healing draughts, 3 scrolls, 4 haunt syphons and a curious device that Kendra Lorrimor identified as a “Spirit Planchette”. I have secured the artifact in the safe at the Lorrimor house.

The only other incident of note was a large letter V scrawled in blood at the base of the fountain in the town square…The Professor’s notes included speculation about the Whispering Way and their activities in Harrow-stone.

I will investigate further.

Your brother in service of our Lady,

Zarazazz' Blog

my sleep was interrupted by my new ‘friends’ to discuss the distribution of the items we found in the false crypt. This evening there is a local celebration of the new month. I will likely be up late, and need some rest. The Orc seems to think he is a good shot, and wants the arrows. If he wastes any, we may have to relieve him of the remainder.

Kendra seems understandably upset, but is holding up well. She cannot say why her father wanted us to stay for a month, but certainly undead in the town was likely the reason. She certainly is understanding of the strangers in her home. More than I would if I was in her place.

Later tonight I will look up Grubbs, or whatever his name is, to see why he was so concerned with the professor’s burial.

Duncan's Diary

Yesterday I journeyed to visit the town of Ravengro!

Quite a while since the last time I’ve been here.. and it hasn’t changed a bit!

the same friendly locals and happy, singing children.. and the weather’s been great!

I was even invited to stay at the Manor of Old Mister Lorrimar, with his other esteemed guests. And just in time for the end of season festival!

Yes, this is shaping up to be a fine vacation. I can’t wait to go and see Harrowstone tomorrow!


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