The Will and the Tasks That Followed

The reading of the will was a somber affair but in short order we came to the crux of the matter.  Petros bequeathed all his worldly possessions to his daughter, but he did have a few more tasks for me to complete.  He spoke of a collection of dangerous and valuable  tomes he had collected over his years of study and requested that I deliver them to the University of Lepidstadt.  He then asked for his greatest favor, to delay our journey to Lepidstadt for a month in order to ensure the safety and security of his only daughter Kendra, to aid her in settling his affairs.  It was to be a greater request than he could have ever imagined.  After the reading of the will, Kendra retrieved the items the Professor wanted us to deliver along with his journal, I have attached some of his specific notations.


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 sense—the 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 curiosity—there’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 something—no, strike that—someone 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
foundation—hopefully 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.


His last entry was made on the same day his body was found.
I had no idea that there would be no thirty day lull to rest, the happenings began almost immediately...

The Funeral of Petros Lorrimor

     After arriving in the wary town of Ravengro, I find my way to the Restlands, the towns cemetery.  There I gaze upon the beauty of Petros' only daughter, Kendra, now twenty five.  She is sad at the loss of her father.  This is obvious by her puffy eyes, and tear streaked face.  She looks kindly at me, recognizing me from our past meetings.  After offering my condolences she asks if I would be a Pall Bearer for her fathers casket.  I agree with no hesitation.

     On the journey to his final resting place our group was accosted by a large group of locals.  No one wanted a confrontation, but it seemed it was not to be avoided. As a seasoned adventurer the locals proved little trouble.  I cast frostbite on the first attacker, stopping him in his tracks.  I drew my blade with lightning speed, and used the pommel of my sword to smash the bridge of the nose of the next man. The rest quickly saw that they were outclassed and ran off.  After speaking with Kendra, I came to understand that the attack was out of fear and ignorance of her father's work.  I was greatly angered by the interruption of a good mans funeral.

     The rest of the ceremony was completed without further interruption, it was presided over by Father  Grimburrow, the local Cleric.  After the sad conclusion to my friends funeral, Kendra requested that I return to her house, (so recently her father's) for a drink, and to hear the reading of the Last Will and Testament.  I had no idea how things would progress from there...

Harrowstone's History

The town of Ravengro is well known for it's famous prison, Harrowstone. The townspeople have all learned to be very cautious of outsiders, usually when someone new came to town he was either with a group escorting a new prisoner, or some ne'er do well intent on trying to break someone out of the famous prison. Nearly fifty years ago there was a great fire, which reduced the massive prison to a hulking ruin that sits not far outside the town proper. This is where Ravengro's misfortunes began. Shortly after the fire, reports of strange noises and odd sightings were reported in and around the ruined Prison, in the years that followed many have tried to put the spirits to rest, others just seek to understand what the dead are trying to communicate. My friend and mentor, Professor Petros Lorrimor, was one such academic. His research into the occult is what lead to his eventual murder at the hands of an evil cult, this is where I entered the story.

How it all began.

Our latest adventure was a hard fought battle to the end of our current quest.  Let's just say it all started quite some time ago when my mentor and friend Professor Lorrimor was killed by agents of the Whispering Way.  I traveled to the town of Harrowstone for the funeral. There I met his strikingly beautiful daughter Kendra, and it's been all downhill from there...