There's a light fog that's rolled into town which gets thicker closer to the lack, but it doesn't impair your vision - merely adds to the eerie ambience you've already noted. The only living - or unliving - creatures you perceive in this place are you and your party.
And yet...
Something feels off. As you carefully observe the environment around you, there's this strange feeling that you can't just shake. The plants, grass, even the trees seem almost sickly. Too much gray, not enough green. And there's this sense like something is hiding just beyond your senses. As your gaze moves westward, you take note of barren a hill rising on the western edge of town. It seems difficult to focus on, fuzzy even. You don't even recall noticing it on the way into town - not as if it were invisible, just...Not noticeable.
OoC: If your plan is to start looking through the homes and buildings nearby, go ahead and let me know if you're looking for anything in particular (as Kalamin suggested), and then make 2 investigation rolls with whatever appropriate bonuses you can apply. Help, Guidance, etc...This will cover searching for a few hours we'll say.
OoC: Would it be reasonable to have Glyp hang onto someone's shoulder from time to time and use Pando to scout around the area from the air, keeping an eye out for threats or anything of interest?
“You start on that side Kal, we’ll work this side. We’ll load the wagon with what we find, and head out when we are full.” Leftenant dismounts and leads the horse to a nearby hitching post or fence.
As he searches the buildings he looks for food stuffs that haven’t been spoiled (flour, eggs, fruit/vegitables, dried meats). He doubts they will find any livestock, but if he does, he tries to contain them for transport back to Vinande. If he discovers any bodies, he does a quick check to assess cause of death, then respectfully moves the body in a peaceful resting position.
"You got it LT." The paladin says, moving inside to get to work.
Kalamin does in fact look behind him after being tapped on the shoulder, he furrows his brow at Ilya's explanation, but can't help but feel a certain sharpness now. "I see. Thanks." As they begin to work through the buildings, he starts off with each room searching for journals, loose paper, diaries, etc...The sort of things that might give a hint as to what was going on here when things went bad. Failing that, he looks for weaponry, tools, and food supplies.
"So," he begins as they search through the rooms together. "When I came downstairs this morning you were saying something about your life being a big game of cat and mouse, what's that about?"
"It's a whole story," Ilya replies as she looks through some sort of closet that might have served as a pantry. "I escaped from somewhere when I was young, or rather someone rescued me. I don't really remember where from, it was underground I think? I remember it always being damp and cold. They'd put me in a room and have me try and perform different bits of magic. Then they'd ask weird questions like how I felt. I've never figured out what they were after, maybe some strange brotherhood of mages."
"The man who got me out of there took us to the city of Avalon. Left me at an inn and said he was going to go get us some travel supplies. Never came back." The young woman gives an almighty shrug."From there it was just kind of making it on my own. Every so often that group tracks me down again. Tries to take me back. Haven't succeeded yet though."
"Honestly, I would take dealing with them over whatever affliction has cursed this land."
"That's...Troublesome to say the least."The paladin says slowly. "I suppose something like that is difficult to tell to a city watchman, they might think you mad."
"The last time I went to a city guard, they lead me into an ambush. Big cities are nice to hide in because you can disappear in the crowded areas, but I wouldn't trust their watch. Too easily bribed I guess."
Inwardly Kal winces, betrayed by supposed protectors? He wouldn't at all be shocked if the girl was suspicious of their group as well, it seemed like she had every reason to be wary of strangers. "Well if these mystery kidnappers of yours catch up now, we'll give them reason to never come looking again."
"Though I suppose we don't have an excellent track record of dealing with kidnappers." He says, frowning at the realization.
Glyp helps the others root around the houses, but stops every now and again, holding on to LT's shoulder as he sends his vision out to Pando to keep watch over the area from the skies.
Investigation: 9 and 12 Pando's Perception: Nat 20 for a 24, and a 9
From your bird's eye view, you don't see anything moving in the town that might be threatening towards your party. Similar to what Lyra experience however, the town and the vicinity around it seems almost blurry. And you notice how difficult it seems to focus on the hill on the west side of the town - almost like the entire area doesn't want you to see it. You feel a dizzying, almost nauseating feeling if you try and look at it for too long.
OoC: Holding off on resolving the investigation checks until we've got Lyra's too, I'm not purposefully ignoring you guys haha.
For a long moment Lyra remains standing on the cart, gazing. Too long perhaps, seeming rude in the lack of help she is providing the others.
She does offer her shoulder for Glyptemis to hang onto if Pando wishes to scout. Yet after a time, she murmurs, just loud enough to be heard. Her voice is slow and hesitant, not confident and either quippy or poetic in turns as is her custom. Her dark harmonica dangles, un-played.
"Something is wrong here... Beyond the obvious, I mean." Lyra continues to turn in a slow circle.
A memory of a long-ago learned lyric from a distant traveler claws at her memory, and she gives it breath: Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Apart fall the living; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned...
"All around us, not only the living are gone, but the land itself has lost vitality, greens replaced by grays. There lies a barren hill, just to the west." Slowly she extends her hand, pointing. "Yet my senses slide off it. I do not even remember seeing it until just now. As if it does not wish to be seen."
"Something deeper is here. Hiding just beyond our notice. If any of you are able to sense fiends or undead," she glances at Ilya, "we may need you soon."
Eventually, when Glyp no longer needs her, Lyra does step away to assist with the search as best she can. Using Prestidigitation to mark off the doors.
Over the next few hours you go from building to building down a street - most are simple homes, and you don't find much in them. Some unspoiled food here and there, things like nails, hammers, hand axes and other simple tools. In some homes there's signs of people hurriedly grabbing things before leaving. A few had broken barricades, and bodies within.
LT
You do come across something like a small alchemists shop. You find 3 healing potions, and 2 spell scrolls inscribed with the Cure Wounds spell.
Kal and Ilya
Eventually you come across a tavern. The food within the kitchen storage was either all gone or spoiled, though there were a few unopened kegs and several bottles of wine. You begin to search the rooms meticulously. You notice a strange lump in the middle of one of the beds. Lifting it up, you find a small leather journal. A quick flip through reveals something like reports you'd expect a soldier to keep. Their bag just contains normal clothes and supplies you'd expect of someone traveling this far - save for a cloak, dappled and make of mixed colors to help someone blend into a wintry background. A cloak very much like the ones some of your party carried off the corpses of your slain ambushers.
In the room next door you find an amulet with two concentric rings and a jade rock at the center.
Lyra & Glyp
Among your searches, you each find a small vial containing healing potion.
By the end of those hours, the cart has filled up quite substantially with all the food and supplies you've found. You're near the center of the town at this point, and the sun is still high in the sky.
"Ah."Kalamin says upon finding the journal. In truth, he hadn't even been expecting to find anything like this. "Oh." He says upon finding the cloak next. The realization of what it meant made him want to sit down and speed read the entire journal right there, but there was still work to be done. When they come across the amulet, he studies it for a moment. "Glyp might be able to do something with this, we'll pass it to him when we see him."
With that, he goes about finishing what they came here to do. He takes time to move the alcohol to the cart. The entire village of Vinande couldn't get drop-dead drunk in one night, but he figured they might appreciate the treat anyway. When they all meet up again, he tosses the amulet to the tortle. "Found something you might be able to check out Glyp."
"And..."He pulls out the camouflaged cloak next. "Our friends were here it looks like, and they were even nice enough to leave us a log of their activities here." After setting the cloak down, he takes a moment to flip through some of the journals pages, just to get an idea of what kind of stuff they were writing down.
He reads whatever he finds aloud, so they don't all have to pass the book around.
You read through the journal, which seems quite literally to be a mission log. The entries are short and by the dates the journal was started about a month and a half ago. Many seem to be simple mundane observations of the town. There are some that catch your eye though.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 5 Weird as it sounds, I've started to feel a certain wrongness here. I can't pinpoint it, but something feels off. Anywhere else I'd probably dismiss it immediately, but we were sent to Ladrastir for a reason. Last night I saw a man digging holes in his yard around midnight. Strange behavior, but maybe just eccentric. This morning another man stared me down at the fish market - his eyes never blinked.
There's this weird smell too. It's not the fish, but similar. Subtle and pungent.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 11 I'm not comfortable in this tavern at all. I can hear people running down the halls at all hours it seems like. Can't get any sleep at all, kept checking the door. Cracked it open one last time before sleeping last night. Saw a face, couldn't tell who it was. But they started slammed their head against the door frame. Over and over. They just wouldn't stop.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 13 I don't know what Overwatch is waiting for. Our target is the Silvermane Estate. It's right there, standing out like on ugly thumb on that damn hill on the west side of town. But they've stayed their hand so far - maybe know something we don't.
A nervous looking man approached me outside the tavern. Reeked of ale but asked me if I was an imperial soldier. Lied, said I was to try and get some info.
Talked about monsters in the fog, "screaming their secrets" he said. No idea what he meant by it. Said it's been like this for forty years now.
They found him dead the next day, locals claimed he drowned. This town is full of liars.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 15 Encountered something strange tonight, a wraith of some kind wandering the graveyard. Took it down with the help of Kael and Borin. Heard screams on the other side of town.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 17 The fog gets thick here. Always raining too. Even the trees look sad. Like they're stuck in a half-dying state or something. The locals don't talk very much, seem to keep to themselves. Majority don't even seem to smile. Look exhausted too, sickly even.
Encountered more of those wraiths the past few days. Doesn't take much to get rid of them, but the increase in number is worrying. Still no word from Overwatch.
Survellance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 18 Borin and I did a little exploration today. Plenty of buildings here are abandoned, ended up choosing some two-story house on the waterfront. Interior was covered in in gibberish and symbols, odd but not exactly arcane. Thought we caught a glimpse of someone. Chased them upstairs but never found anyone. Borin thinks we're chasing shadows. Maybe he was right. Checking out another place tomorrow.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 25 Seven days. Seven days without any word from Borin. We had plans to check out an old mill but he never showed. Checked out his place and didn't find anything, the doors and windows were all locked. We have nothing to go on, it's like he just vanished. Rest of the team is getting anxious.
Another damn creature showed up in town tonight. Almost like a panther formed out of the shadows. The attacks are becoming more frequent. We need to do something soon.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 28 You'd be surprised what hanging out in the sketchy taverns can do for you - the others underestimate what you can get out of a drunk.
Conversed with an old fisherman, looked like he'd lived a pretty rough life. Rambled a lot. Started sobbing about lost siblings. Said Silvermane took two sisters and a brother. Questioned him more but couldn't get him to answer what he meant. Saw the original report on Silvermane in the briefing - sadistic freak, it doesn't take too much guess work to figure it out I suppose.
Man was delirious by the end, said the town had a "god-shaped hole" in it. Couldn't get him to elaborate.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 30 They're here. Those damn elves aren't even in disguise. Showed up in the middle of town with Magdha and their catalysts in tow. I feel sorry for the poor saps, I'd heard one was close to being recruited. Their eyes look lifeless, I'm not sure they're even conscious of what's going on. Marched them right up the hill to Silvermane's estate. Ritual must be happening tonight.
No time to wait for Overwatch, we're stopping this tonight.
As you finish reading that final log out loud to the party, you realize there's no more after that. The rest of the pages are blank.
Ilya raises her brow as Kalamin reads the final log. She wracks her brain, isn't that date around the time things really took a turn for the worse? "Well it sounds like somewhere out there knows what's going on." Her eyes flick to Lyra. "You said something about a hill earlier? But didn't you say it was barren?"Next her gaze moves to the west side of town, trying to find this "manor" the log spoke of. Her eyes flare briefly, as she draws on her power for guidance.
Lyra
There's a light fog that's rolled into town which gets thicker closer to the lack, but it doesn't impair your vision - merely adds to the eerie ambience you've already noted. The only living - or unliving - creatures you perceive in this place are you and your party.
And yet...
Something feels off. As you carefully observe the environment around you, there's this strange feeling that you can't just shake. The plants, grass, even the trees seem almost sickly. Too much gray, not enough green. And there's this sense like something is hiding just beyond your senses. As your gaze moves westward, you take note of barren a hill rising on the western edge of town. It seems difficult to focus on, fuzzy even. You don't even recall noticing it on the way into town - not as if it were invisible, just...Not noticeable.
OoC: If your plan is to start looking through the homes and buildings nearby, go ahead and let me know if you're looking for anything in particular (as Kalamin suggested), and then make 2 investigation rolls with whatever appropriate bonuses you can apply. Help, Guidance, etc...This will cover searching for a few hours we'll say.
OoC: Would it be reasonable to have Glyp hang onto someone's shoulder from time to time and use Pando to scout around the area from the air, keeping an eye out for threats or anything of interest?
OoC: Yes, he just wouldn't be contributing to the in-building searches as much.
“You start on that side Kal, we’ll work this side. We’ll load the wagon with what we find, and head out when we are full.” Leftenant dismounts and leads the horse to a nearby hitching post or fence.
As he searches the buildings he looks for food stuffs that haven’t been spoiled (flour, eggs, fruit/vegitables, dried meats). He doubts they will find any livestock, but if he does, he tries to contain them for transport back to Vinande. If he discovers any bodies, he does a quick check to assess cause of death, then respectfully moves the body in a peaceful resting position.
Investigation: 18 and 6
"You got it LT." The paladin says, moving inside to get to work.
Kalamin does in fact look behind him after being tapped on the shoulder, he furrows his brow at Ilya's explanation, but can't help but feel a certain sharpness now. "I see. Thanks." As they begin to work through the buildings, he starts off with each room searching for journals, loose paper, diaries, etc...The sort of things that might give a hint as to what was going on here when things went bad. Failing that, he looks for weaponry, tools, and food supplies.
"So," he begins as they search through the rooms together. "When I came downstairs this morning you were saying something about your life being a big game of cat and mouse, what's that about?"
Investigation: 19(Adv w/Help) + 3(Guidance) = 22
Investigation: 16 (Adv w/Help) + 2(Guidance) = 18
"It's a whole story," Ilya replies as she looks through some sort of closet that might have served as a pantry. "I escaped from somewhere when I was young, or rather someone rescued me. I don't really remember where from, it was underground I think? I remember it always being damp and cold. They'd put me in a room and have me try and perform different bits of magic. Then they'd ask weird questions like how I felt. I've never figured out what they were after, maybe some strange brotherhood of mages."
"The man who got me out of there took us to the city of Avalon. Left me at an inn and said he was going to go get us some travel supplies. Never came back." The young woman gives an almighty shrug. "From there it was just kind of making it on my own. Every so often that group tracks me down again. Tries to take me back. Haven't succeeded yet though."
"Honestly, I would take dealing with them over whatever affliction has cursed this land."
"That's...Troublesome to say the least." The paladin says slowly. "I suppose something like that is difficult to tell to a city watchman, they might think you mad."
"The last time I went to a city guard, they lead me into an ambush. Big cities are nice to hide in because you can disappear in the crowded areas, but I wouldn't trust their watch. Too easily bribed I guess."
Inwardly Kal winces, betrayed by supposed protectors? He wouldn't at all be shocked if the girl was suspicious of their group as well, it seemed like she had every reason to be wary of strangers. "Well if these mystery kidnappers of yours catch up now, we'll give them reason to never come looking again."
"Though I suppose we don't have an excellent track record of dealing with kidnappers." He says, frowning at the realization.
Glyp helps the others root around the houses, but stops every now and again, holding on to LT's shoulder as he sends his vision out to Pando to keep watch over the area from the skies.
Investigation: 9 and 12
Pando's Perception: Nat 20 for a 24, and a 9
Glyp
From your bird's eye view, you don't see anything moving in the town that might be threatening towards your party. Similar to what Lyra experience however, the town and the vicinity around it seems almost blurry. And you notice how difficult it seems to focus on the hill on the west side of the town - almost like the entire area doesn't want you to see it. You feel a dizzying, almost nauseating feeling if you try and look at it for too long.
OoC: Holding off on resolving the investigation checks until we've got Lyra's too, I'm not purposefully ignoring you guys haha.
For a long moment Lyra remains standing on the cart, gazing. Too long perhaps, seeming rude in the lack of help she is providing the others.
She does offer her shoulder for Glyptemis to hang onto if Pando wishes to scout. Yet after a time, she murmurs, just loud enough to be heard. Her voice is slow and hesitant, not confident and either quippy or poetic in turns as is her custom. Her dark harmonica dangles, un-played.
"Something is wrong here... Beyond the obvious, I mean." Lyra continues to turn in a slow circle.
A memory of a long-ago learned lyric from a distant traveler claws at her memory, and she gives it breath:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Apart fall the living; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned...
"All around us, not only the living are gone, but the land itself has lost vitality, greens replaced by grays. There lies a barren hill, just to the west." Slowly she extends her hand, pointing. "Yet my senses slide off it. I do not even remember seeing it until just now. As if it does not wish to be seen."
"Something deeper is here. Hiding just beyond our notice. If any of you are able to sense fiends or undead," she glances at Ilya, "we may need you soon."
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Eventually, when Glyp no longer needs her, Lyra does step away to assist with the search as best she can. Using Prestidigitation to mark off the doors.
Lyra's Investigation: 13
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Over the next few hours you go from building to building down a street - most are simple homes, and you don't find much in them. Some unspoiled food here and there, things like nails, hammers, hand axes and other simple tools. In some homes there's signs of people hurriedly grabbing things before leaving. A few had broken barricades, and bodies within.
LT
You do come across something like a small alchemists shop. You find 3 healing potions, and 2 spell scrolls inscribed with the Cure Wounds spell.
Kal and Ilya
Eventually you come across a tavern. The food within the kitchen storage was either all gone or spoiled, though there were a few unopened kegs and several bottles of wine. You begin to search the rooms meticulously. You notice a strange lump in the middle of one of the beds. Lifting it up, you find a small leather journal. A quick flip through reveals something like reports you'd expect a soldier to keep. Their bag just contains normal clothes and supplies you'd expect of someone traveling this far - save for a cloak, dappled and make of mixed colors to help someone blend into a wintry background. A cloak very much like the ones some of your party carried off the corpses of your slain ambushers.
In the room next door you find an amulet with two concentric rings and a jade rock at the center.
Lyra & Glyp
Among your searches, you each find a small vial containing healing potion.
By the end of those hours, the cart has filled up quite substantially with all the food and supplies you've found. You're near the center of the town at this point, and the sun is still high in the sky.
"Ah." Kalamin says upon finding the journal. In truth, he hadn't even been expecting to find anything like this. "Oh." He says upon finding the cloak next. The realization of what it meant made him want to sit down and speed read the entire journal right there, but there was still work to be done. When they come across the amulet, he studies it for a moment. "Glyp might be able to do something with this, we'll pass it to him when we see him."
With that, he goes about finishing what they came here to do. He takes time to move the alcohol to the cart. The entire village of Vinande couldn't get drop-dead drunk in one night, but he figured they might appreciate the treat anyway. When they all meet up again, he tosses the amulet to the tortle. "Found something you might be able to check out Glyp."
"And..." He pulls out the camouflaged cloak next. "Our friends were here it looks like, and they were even nice enough to leave us a log of their activities here." After setting the cloak down, he takes a moment to flip through some of the journals pages, just to get an idea of what kind of stuff they were writing down.
He reads whatever he finds aloud, so they don't all have to pass the book around.
You read through the journal, which seems quite literally to be a mission log. The entries are short and by the dates the journal was started about a month and a half ago. Many seem to be simple mundane observations of the town. There are some that catch your eye though.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 5
Weird as it sounds, I've started to feel a certain wrongness here. I can't pinpoint it, but something feels off. Anywhere else I'd probably dismiss it immediately, but we were sent to Ladrastir for a reason. Last night I saw a man digging holes in his yard around midnight. Strange behavior, but maybe just eccentric. This morning another man stared me down at the fish market - his eyes never blinked.
There's this weird smell too. It's not the fish, but similar. Subtle and pungent.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 11
I'm not comfortable in this tavern at all. I can hear people running down the halls at all hours it seems like. Can't get any sleep at all, kept checking the door. Cracked it open one last time before sleeping last night. Saw a face, couldn't tell who it was. But they started slammed their head against the door frame. Over and over. They just wouldn't stop.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 13
I don't know what Overwatch is waiting for. Our target is the Silvermane Estate. It's right there, standing out like on ugly thumb on that damn hill on the west side of town. But they've stayed their hand so far - maybe know something we don't.
A nervous looking man approached me outside the tavern. Reeked of ale but asked me if I was an imperial soldier. Lied, said I was to try and get some info.
Talked about monsters in the fog, "screaming their secrets" he said. No idea what he meant by it. Said it's been like this for forty years now.
They found him dead the next day, locals claimed he drowned. This town is full of liars.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 15
Encountered something strange tonight, a wraith of some kind wandering the graveyard. Took it down with the help of Kael and Borin. Heard screams on the other side of town.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 17
The fog gets thick here. Always raining too. Even the trees look sad. Like they're stuck in a half-dying state or something. The locals don't talk very much, seem to keep to themselves. Majority don't even seem to smile. Look exhausted too, sickly even.
Encountered more of those wraiths the past few days. Doesn't take much to get rid of them, but the increase in number is worrying. Still no word from Overwatch.
Survellance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 18
Borin and I did a little exploration today. Plenty of buildings here are abandoned, ended up choosing some two-story house on the waterfront. Interior was covered in in gibberish and symbols, odd but not exactly arcane. Thought we caught a glimpse of someone. Chased them upstairs but never found anyone. Borin thinks we're chasing shadows. Maybe he was right. Checking out another place tomorrow.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 25
Seven days. Seven days without any word from Borin. We had plans to check out an old mill but he never showed. Checked out his place and didn't find anything, the doors and windows were all locked. We have nothing to go on, it's like he just vanished. Rest of the team is getting anxious.
Another damn creature showed up in town tonight. Almost like a panther formed out of the shadows. The attacks are becoming more frequent. We need to do something soon.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 28
You'd be surprised what hanging out in the sketchy taverns can do for you - the others underestimate what you can get out of a drunk.
Conversed with an old fisherman, looked like he'd lived a pretty rough life. Rambled a lot. Started sobbing about lost siblings. Said Silvermane took two sisters and a brother. Questioned him more but couldn't get him to answer what he meant. Saw the original report on Silvermane in the briefing - sadistic freak, it doesn't take too much guess work to figure it out I suppose.
Man was delirious by the end, said the town had a "god-shaped hole" in it. Couldn't get him to elaborate.
Surveillance Log, Thalorin Lightbody: Day 30
They're here. Those damn elves aren't even in disguise. Showed up in the middle of town with Magdha and their catalysts in tow. I feel sorry for the poor saps, I'd heard one was close to being recruited. Their eyes look lifeless, I'm not sure they're even conscious of what's going on. Marched them right up the hill to Silvermane's estate. Ritual must be happening tonight.
No time to wait for Overwatch, we're stopping this tonight.
As you finish reading that final log out loud to the party, you realize there's no more after that. The rest of the pages are blank.
Ilya raises her brow as Kalamin reads the final log. She wracks her brain, isn't that date around the time things really took a turn for the worse? "Well it sounds like somewhere out there knows what's going on." Her eyes flick to Lyra. "You said something about a hill earlier? But didn't you say it was barren?" Next her gaze moves to the west side of town, trying to find this "manor" the log spoke of. Her eyes flare briefly, as she draws on her power for guidance.
Perception: 7(with bless :( )
Ilya
Even as you look west, nothing pops out. No manor. No hill. You feel a sharp pressure in your head. What was it you were looking for again?
Ilya closes her eyes, putting a hand to her head to try and massage the pain away at her temple. "Sorry, what were we talking about again?"