Carrion Crown

1st Rova

OOC: This is unfinished, so I suggest waiting to read till I’ve managed to put it together in it’s entirety.

I can’t believe it has only been 6 days here and I can barely hold this pen in my hand. This former home of mine seems to have become a den of tragedies I was yet unprepared for.

To start we began to explore Ravengro proper, trying to at least get our bearings on the town you have managed to ensconce us within for the next month. Unfortunately Tekla seemed more apt to bludgeon answers out of Jominda then to actually converse with her and with the Sheriff standing none but 10ft from us outside the door. Suffice it to say we had to dust off before the Sheriff decided it best to burn us in the town square. I remember having to literally heft her off the ground to explain the severity of what she had just done. God that woman is like a mad dog, a wild creature unprepared for the civilized world. I fear she will get us all killed. Luckily I managed to smooth over the whole affair with Jominda later explaining the situation and apologizing for her behavior. Thankfully it succeeded, I’m happy to see that she seems to share your temperament for the bizarre.

We found your stash amongst the graves in the Restlands, unfortunately it nearly killed me in the retrieval, the dead rising to smite us down whilst we explored the graveyard. I thank Desna that Siku managed to find my notes before Poe tried to positive energy me into an early grave. I’m also happy at the Erutaki’s discretion towards the eccentricities of my recovery. After I finally managed to learn what transpired found your stash amongst the mausoleums in the more ancient sections of the graveyard. Now I know you claimed that this tomb was a Pharasmin cache but the design seems to harken to some other group was responsible for it’s construction. Compile this with the relatively new appearance of the various pieces in the tomb I have to assume it was another party. Who were you working with professor and were these people responsible for your demise?

Then we had that night.

I… I still don’t know how to put that event into words. You were there, dressed as I remember you last. But it wasn’t, you were a monster, a creature of pain and torment. Worse was what I could hear you saying, what you were screaming. That moment will burn in my mind forever Petros, and the thought of just wanting to make it stop. It was like I pulled reality to me to wrap you in its silence and I could hear you acquiesce. I thank Desna for Kendra’s episode in that moment, she did not need to see what happened next. You performed amazingly, if anything can be said of that moment. You did everything I asked of you and broke, smashed, and beat every shambling horror and unquiet dead that dared to cross that threshold and threaten everything you held dear.

I… I wish you hadn’t ended on your bed, but maybe that was the best. I feel like if you had to die a second time, it was best that you were allowed to do it in your own bed. I, I’m also thankful that you didn’t survive the battle. I don’t think I could have handled being the hand that laid you to rest the second time. Even when your face was crushed and your eyes dead are little more then dead pools I do not know what it would do to me to toll that death knell again.

But even in this moment that damnable Orc cannot find her humanity! I gave her but the simple task of collecting the other bodies before Kendra awoke and that, that Gu’uaor decided that robbing your corpse would help repay you debt to her! She had you ring in her bloody pocket! I lost it then, I hauled off on her and ripped your funeral possessions out of her thieving hands. I was readying for more and, had Siku not intervened when she did, I would have called all the nightmares and misfortune I could summon in that moment and lay her low. I thank you for calling that little Erutaki along, she has twice kept me from becoming something closer to a corpse then I ever seek to be.

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26th Ardous
It was a long trek but I have managed to make it to Ravengro unharmed though I have yet to truly collect myself on the events of the last few days. I always thought that it would be you burying me Petros, sitting where I am now combing through my notes trying to piece together what nigh improbable and dangerous thing I had gotten myself into and yet as I sit hear amongst the remains of your work I feel I have still yet to truly come to terms with what this all means. You were the first person to encourage my work, and without you I feel for the first time truly alone in this world.

To make matters worse you might have invited what could be the most queer group of mourners from across the Inner Sea that I have ever seen a raven with the profession of a holy man and the mind of a doctoral student, a child contortionist, a polar woman, and her. For the life of me I cannot fathom why you would ask her to come here, she’s an admitted thief and corpse robber who needed a peasants wages for a season in order to lift your casket, and as I sit here amongst your works and collections with the odor of weasel musk floating through the room I wonder what devil possessed you to drag her into all of this and not leave her unawares in the north? Maybe you brought her down for her brawn rather then her civility but if that is the case then I can only wonder what force you feel we need her brawn for and not that of any of the plethora of other strong arms you hired over the years? Luckily Poe seems to provide good company at least in scholarly pursuits and a conversationalist of good standing. I can see why you kept him in company. The others seem more reserved. Katrinka is far too young for what you ask of us and I’m truly surprised you pulled her away from the circus considering the lengths to which I remember you going to get her there. Still a familiar face amongst strangers is a blessing in these times. I have no bearing on the Erutaki girl, as of right now I cannot even remember if she gave me her name or if she has spoken a word since we arrived. I did manage to talk to Kendra about Lady Trent’s work at least, a small distraction I know but better then the grief of this day.

I have begun to look over your notes and I have to wonder what the devil you were up to professor. I know you had studied Serving Your Hunger before but why Umbral Leaves, what does Zon-Kuthon have to do with all this, what about the tome on the Dark Tapestry and the corroding of the mind, what does all this have to do with Harrowstone? On top of this the mentioning of the Whispering Way and this fountain of undead youth only worries me more and that your death in Harrowstone was no accident, that in your quest to solve whatever this all means you had stumbled into something that had gotten you killed. Now it is late and if I am to continue to try and set these affairs in order I need to at least sleep during the appropriate hours, luckily it seems you have kept Irving and Hathor around to keep Reynard and I good company.


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