Professor Lorrimor’s Will & Journal

The Will

I, Petros Lorrimor, being of sound mind, do hereby commit to this parchment my last will and testament. Let it be known that, with the exception of the specific details below, I leave my home and personal belongings entire to my daughter Kendra. Use them or sell them as you see fit, my child.

Yet beyond the bequeathing of my personal effects, this document must serve other needs. I have arranged for the reading of this document to be delayed until all principals can be in attendance, for I have more than mere inheritance to apportion. I have two final favors to ask.

To my old friends, I hate to impose upon you all, but there are few others who are capable of appreciating the true significance of what it is I have to ask. As some of you know, I have devoted many of my studies to all manner of evil, that I might know the enemy and inform those better positioned to stand against it. For knowledge of one’s enemy is the surest path to victory over its plans.

And so, over the course of my lifetime, I have seen fit to acquire a significant collection of valuable but dangerous tomes, any one of which in the wrong circumstances could have led to an awkward legal situation. While the majority of these tomes remain safe under lock and key at the Lepidstadt University, I fear that a few I have borrowed remain in a trunk in my Ravengro home. While invaluable for my work in life, in death, I would prefer not to burden my daughter with the darker side of my profession, or worse still, the danger of possessing these tomes herself. As such, I am entrusting my chest of tomes to you, posthumously. I ask that you please deliver the collection to my colleagues at the University of Lepidstadt, who will put them to good use for the betterment of the cause.

Yet before you leave for Lepidstadt, there is the matter of another favor—please delay your journey one month and spend that period of time here in Ravengro to ensure that my daughter is safe and sound. She has no one to count on now that I am gone, and if you would aid her in setting things in order for whatever she desires over the course of this month, you would have my eternal gratitude. From my savings, I have also willed to each of you a sum of one hundred platinum coins. For safekeeping, I have left these funds with Embreth Daramid, one of my most trusted friends in Lepidstadt—she has been instructed to issue this payment upon the safe delivery of the borrowed tomes no sooner than one month after the date of the reading of this will.

I, Petros Lorrimor, hereby sign this will in Ravengro on this first day of Calistril…..

The Circled Journal Entries

Ten Years Ago:

The Whispering Way is more than just a cabal of necromancers. I see that now. Undeath is their fountain of youth. Uncovering their motivation does not place me at ease as I thought it might. Their desire to be eternal simply makes them more dangerous.

Two Months Ago:

It is as I had feared. The Way is interested in something here in Ravengro. But what could it be?

One Month Ago:

Whatever the Way seeks, I am now convinced their goal is connected to Harrowstone. In retrospect, I suppose it all makes sensethe stories they tell about the ruins in town are certainly chilling enough. It may be time to investigate the ruins, but with everyone in town already being so worked up about them, I’d rather not let the others know about my curiositythere’s plenty of folks hereabouts who already think I’m a demonologist or a witch or something. Ignorant fools.

Twenty Days Ago:

It is confirmed. The Way seems quite interested in somethingno, strike thatsomeone who was held in Harrowstone. But who, specifically, is the Way after? I need a list of everyone who died the night of the fire. Everyone. The Temple of Pharasma must have such a list.

Eighteen Days Ago:

I see now just how ill prepared I was when I last set out for the Harrowstone. I am lucky to have returned at all. The ghosts, if indeed they were ghosts (for I did not find it prudent to investigate further) prevented me from transcribing the strange symbols I found etched along the foundationhopefully on my next visit I will be more prepared. Thankfully, the necessary tools to defend against spirits are already here in Ravengro. I know that the church of Pharasma used to store them in a false crypt in the Restlands at the intersection between Eversleep and the Black Path. I am not certain if the current clergy even know of what their predecessors have hidden down below. If my luck holds, I should be able to slip in and out with a few borrowed items.

Seventeen Days Ago:

Tomorrow evening I return to the prison. It is imperative the Way does not finish. My caution has already cost me too much time. I am not sure what will happen if I am too late, but if my theory is right, the entire town could be at risk. I don’t have time to update my will, so I’ll leave this in the chest where it’ll be sure to be found, should the worst come to pass.


The Lonely Road (4/20/18)

Donavan brought food – with both dairy and non-dairy solutions. Yes, we’re killers with delicate stomachs.

We dove into a new story as some members have castrated availability and we didn’t want to throttle back our full-throated pursuit of heroism and conquest.

Our Heroes:

Gedney – Gnome Wizard
D’Kar – Wood Elf Druid and Shapeshifter
M’s – Half-Orc Barbarian
Sigra Ironshoulders – Mountain Dwarf, professor of engineering and geology
Kriv – Dragonborn Cleric of Solanus
Kumnash Gor – Teifling Warlock

Our story began in the frontier town of Troye. Sarrus Togren, Professor of History at the University of Subtleties sought companionship on a journey deep into the Yolbiac Vale in search of a lost ancient and learned civilization.

The Scholars:

Professor Sarrus Togren: (Male Human) Tall and spare, with sparse grey hair, a wispy beard, and a studious, thoughtful manner. He rarely is moved to any emotional extreme (except when expounding on his theories and goals), and nearly always maintains a calm and detached demeanor.

Evangeline Lilly as Tauriel in The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies

Nymea Goswynn: (Female Half-Elf) Physically Nymea is short and slender, but quite dexterous and agile. She dresses and behaves modestly, spending most of her time with books or assisting the professor in his researches. She endeavors to keep him insulated from worries or trouble and anyone who wishes to speak with Togren needs to go through her first.

Drew Connant: Student of Professor Togren. Sincere, bearded and ever so slightly overweight, Drew is an enthusiastic and persistently positive and helpful, even if an undistinguished history student. He is totally unprepared for life on the road, frequently falling off his horse or losing the trail.

Sylva Montrose: Another of Professor Togren’s history students, Sylva clearly dislikes Nymea Goswynn and thinks that she’s up to something (she thinks that Nymea is currying favor for better treatment at the university). She is bright, bookish and friendly, a bit heavy on the backside, with freckles and strawberry-blonde hair.

hoodRegis Tenebro: Dark, sallow and surly, constantly wrapped in a dark hooded cloak, usually complaining about conditions or grunting in monosyllables. He’s frequently seen where he shouldn’t be — near others’ tents, going through their baggage, disappearing at night or wandering off the trail.

The Lonely Road:

You were fortunate enough to find inns and shelter along the way, through the mountain pass into the Yolbiac Vale, and after four days of hard travel you eventually reached the spot where the narrow and ill-maintained Quillande Road breaks off from the main road into the forested foothills known as the Quillande Ferosc.

c8286802d92996e18371f49bfa91f962Along the way, you proved your worth during an encounter with some goblins fleeing a ravenous Ankheg. M’s was badly gored by one particularly panicked goblin’s frenzied stroke – but all survived thanks to Kriv and some bandaging by Sylva. Sarrus was particularly pleased with the performance of his hired guards – even if they are a bit “diverse.”

The weather was grim. Rain and more rain. Less and less traffic crowded the road as you made your way farther into the wilds. Drew maintained his excitement for every detail of the endeavor, Regis complained and lurked where he wasn’t wanted. Sylva made a few confidential comments to M’s and Gedney about her dislike/distrust of Nymea.

The relative safety of the Yolbiac Vale’s main road vanished quickly behind you, and soon the Quillande Road ran through a dark, threatening forest. Deep gloom, with only wan grey light and fat droplets of icy rainwater filtered down from a grim sky. The old trees, with black bark and heavy branches, sprouted thick needles.


The only living things were black crows roosting among the boughs and staring coldly down as you passed. The track ahead of you narrowed and in places, was overgrown, or blocked by fallen trees, requiring frustrating delays to clear. From time to time you rode past weathered waystones, thick with moss, their inscriptions barely legible, referring to settlements long lost to time — Timberval 120 leagues. There were a few newer stones as well — Avauntz Inn 20 leagues.

In the depths of the forest, morning and afternoon were scarcely distinguishable, but your body told you that it was late in the day when the road turned west, revealing a venerable wooden building with a gabled roof and a stable. Smoke rose from its chimney, and a moss-covered sign outside announced that you had arrived at the Avauntz Inn.

PZO1001-WraithInside, the group met up with Kumnash Gor, Tiefling Warlock, as M’s and D’Kar tried their luck with one of the purple Yolbiac “Dream apples.” When the effects of the apples settled in, M’s and D’Kar headed outside to follow the call of the trees, Kumnash came along out of curiosity and ended up paying the ultimate price. In the deep woods, ancient shadows arose in darkness and their incorporeal terror drained strength and health from our would-be heroes. Two terrible blows drained the life completely from Kumnash. His new comrades carried his corpse back to the inn…  Inside, a druid named Vertain Solos saw something in Kumnash, something yet fulfilled, some purpose yet achieved. In a late night ceremony, Vertain brought Kumnash back to life – in a new form – “a form closer to his intended.” Enter Kumnash Gor – Lightfoot Halfling.

Despite the sobering events of the evening, all agreed to journey forth the next day in search of ancient relics, ancient knowledge, and potentially, ancient treasure.

vikings-918217.jpgLater, at a log across the road, bandits ambushed the group from both ahead and behind! The fight was fierce and quick! As her comrades fell, the bandit captain fled, trailing her long blonde braid as she disappeared into the dense forest with amazing alacrity. Was it Borosha the Black, the Bandit Queen?

Sarrus lead the party deeper into the forest. There were no more tracks, trails or guides save Sarrus’ directions. Fog settled a few yards distant, keeping all sealed in an isolated bubble as if this forest was now the entire world and your expedition its only inhabitants. The leaves beneath your feet were thick and seemed to have lain undisturbed for years. The trees were even darker and more gnarled here but were far enough apart to allow you and the party to proceed two-by-two.

yelisey-lobanov-sticks-bw.jpgThen, a clearing, an abattoir, clearly the site of a recent battle — or, more accurately, a massacre. The ground was soaked in gore, and broad spatters of blood decorated the tree trunks and low-hanging branches. Bodies lay scattered about; a long blond braid on the back of a skull… some of the bandits that ambushed you two days ago, but none of them was whole. Some were missing limbs, others headless. Several of those corpses that retained their heads had their eyes removed. Others were eviscerated, gutted, with entire organs missing. Worse still, the bodies seemed purposely arranged in a circle around the perimeter of the clearing, and in the center, another dark stone monolith — this one was over six feet tall and crusted with dried blood.

An argument followed as to what to do next. Some sought to rest – many had lost sleep to disturbing dreams and the constant rain and exertion pushed some into exhaustion. Sarrus thought long and hard and listened to the opinions of the company. Eventually, he decided to move on at a cautious pace. The group is SO close to finding what he seeks. There are signs everywhere that his ideas and theories are about to bear rich fruit.

Linear-A_6Later that night, Sylva approached M’s, Kriv, and Gedney with some rising doubts… “I sneaked a look at some of Sarrus’ texts,” she confided. “They’re written in a very archaic dialect of Old Suli, so I couldn’t understand a lot of it. I’m not very good with older languages. But I could make out some parts — I think Sarrus hasn’t been telling us everything. The people who lived here… They weren’t Ancient Ones, not really. They were… exiled? Driven out?… by the true Ancient Ones because they made pacts with evil beings. Demons, devils, Dark Old Ones. They came here to practice their black magic and found creatures living underground. In tunnels and caves — I wasn’t able to find much out about them, but they sound horrible. The bad ones… the exiles… they made friends with them. Allied. Traded knowledge. I think they even…” Sylva paused and shuddered. “Bred with these things… Had children with them. The exiles ended up worshipping these creatures’ gods along with their own. They performed rituals… Sacrifices… Raided villages for victims… It sounds horrible. And I think…” She stopped again, looking nervously about. “I think that those creatures… They may still be here.”

And that is where we left off for the evening. What do you do now?