Ever showed up a bit too early for a party and been forced to deal with the unyielding awkwardness that comes from having absolutely nothing to do with anyone present? What about..if you, I don’t know.., look super sketchy and have one glowing green eye? That.., uh, doin’ anything for ya there, champ? No? No worries.. Leaves a shit taste in my mouth too.. Haha.
I look weird, I’m well aware. My father always said so. It isn’t news to me. It’s for that reason I decided to show up a bit later than others usually would.. It must have been around eight-thirty when I took my first hasty steps into the town of Ravengro. Most all of the shops were closed. Lights shown from windows; a clear indicator that much of this town was soon to bed down for the night. Good. Good, good, good, good….good. The very last thing I need is to try and explain that I was skulking around in the dark because I’m afraid people won’t like me on account of I look kinda funny. Haha. Who would believe that? Hopefully everyone.. The truth is somewhat difficult to swallow sometimes, I suppose..
Professor Lorrimor’s home different than I expected. Though, I’m not sure what I was expecting, really.. Maybe something with pillars.. Or, lots and lots of books.. Actually, I think I may have been under the assumption he lived in a library.. Bollocks. In any case, a few rap-tap-taps later, a lady who, I assumed was Kendra, Professor Lorrimor’s daughter, answered. Her calm disturbed me.. She wasn’t even slightly tweaked about my eye. I admit, it could have been that it was somewhat shrouded by my cloak, but c’mon! IT GLOWS for fuck’s sake. Regardless.., after the initial shock that she wasn’t outrightly troubled by my presence.., a strange calm came over me. To be accepted..is not something I’m entirely used to. Not many aside from Mr. Lorrimor and my father have ever treated me as something entirely normal. Well…for the most part. Haha. Father was..fun. But, enough about that.
Miss Kendra seemed as though she’d been crying. I wonder if she’d known how awkward things were bound to get in the moments that followed if she’d still have told me what’d happened. That..I will never know. She told me that her father, the Professor, had died.. That didn’t really make sense. Father told me to come see Mr. Lorrimor. He’d told me that it was finally time for me to pay the kind man back for all that he’d done for me. But,..how can I if he’s dead? But,..wait.. Am I..maybe supposed to..~gulp~ Dare I say it,..take of his daughter for him? Oh..Gods..shit. I’m not ready for that kind of commitment. Hell, I’m not even willing to commit to what I want for breakfast tomorrow at this point in my life. Surely not..
Before I could spiral into an endless, dark abyss of self conscious horror, Kendra elaborated to tell me that the funeral would be tomorrow, also offering me room and board until then. That suits me fine.. I would REALLY rather not have to ask someone else for a place to stay.. She offered to show me around. How nice of her. She really is very nice, you know. If I hadn’t mentioned yet. Just saying. Anyway, there are a lot of interesting things in this place. It reminds me somewhat of my father’s private study. You know, or maybe you don’t.., the one that I’m not allowed in. I hope to investigate more throughly later. One never knows what one may find with a poke and a prod in the right location.. …. . That was rather dirty sounding.. Gah. None of that. None of that. Upon showing me the master bedroom, I noticed an..especially interesting chest.. What a lovely chest it is.. More lovely, I’m sure, are the contents of said chest. ..DAMN! That sounded off too! What in the name of the lower planes and all of their horrors is wrong with me! Must..resist..urge..to kill..self..
Kendra’s tour ended with the library. A nifty place, if I do say so myself. I rather enjoy books.. And, well, perhaps I’m somewhat relieved by it’s presence due to my expectations of Mr. Lorrimor. If that’s somewhat selfish.., well, I can live with that, I suppose. In the library a man stood flipping through the pages of one of the many books. He seemed nice enough. I..should probably play nice too.. Mostly because if he tries to kill me..he might win! And..I really don’t like the idea of dying in a library. Maybe..a devilish library.. But, certainly not a personal library.
My fears were unfounded anyway. He’s a nice man. Human as far as I can tell. Which..basically just translates to him being about as normal looking a creature as I’ve ever encountered. The fingers on his hands are somewhat worn though. Looks as though he may play a stringed instrument. Or..he works with his hands a lot.. Maybe a farmer? Mmmn…Whatever. I’ll either find out later or..I’ll go home. Haha. Whichever comes first. Haha.
After reading up on a couple of different things…more of less. The human, whom I learned was called Syrian, went off to rest. I suppose I should do the same.. But,..Something..nagging..in..brain. GuuuaAHHHH! Well then.., I suppose I’ll be visiting with the lovely chest before sleep then. I’m pretty sure I’ll throw myself from the roof if I don’t figure out what’s inside soon.. Like the fleet little scamp I am, sneaking into the room wasn’t all that difficult. You might say..it was.. No, fuck that. No comparisons. It was just awesome.
The lock was meant to be tough. Fortunately for me, this isn’t my first performance. With a few off clicking sounds, it opened with a satisfying pop. Inside I found a strange journal which, upon probing somewhat, seems to have belonged to Professor Lorrimor, and three tombs. Neat! Rather than stay to investigate exactly what I’d just found and get caught being a snoop, taking them to my room seemed a much better choice! Daft..gah. The journal was..interesting, to say the least. Every question already buzzing around the inner chambers of my mind ruptured and exploded into a million more. What was going on? What’s this about a fire.. Who.. More investigating will be necessary. I need to know what lies at the intersection of Eversleep and The Black Path.. Tomorrow will present the perfect opportunity.
With the morning came new faces. By the looks of him, a half-elf, heavily armed. And, oh lovely, first scowl of the day. Better pull my hood a little more over my face. Lovely. Two more ladies are here as well. One seems to be Syrian’s lady. I’m not certain of her name just yet, I get a strange feeling from her. The other is wearing a demon mask..What..the..Hell..? She’s from Cheliax. She must be. Or maybe not. I could have sworn I’ve seen her somewhere before though.. Perhaps it was while traveling with father. Regardless. She seems somewhat frail. I wonder if she’s getting enough to eat. Surely she didn’t journey here on here own? She’s lucky to have made it judging by the look of her. It is good to see a face from,..well, you can’t really see her face now can you.., but close enough.
Around noon we all journey to meed Kendra for the funeral ceremony. She asks if any of us would be willing pall-bearers. Before I can even open my mouth offer, everyone quickly jumps to the task. Clearly they must have a strong connection with the professor. I do,..but recent discoveries cauterize the wounds of passing quite well, and my mind is much too fixated on the location mentioned in the journal to devote my entire self to the process of which I am a vital component. I am not beyond sentimental attachment. Believe me, I’ve seen my fair share of pain. And, I sympathize with Kendra.., for I, too, know how it feels to lose a parent. My true father, I’ll never know, and watching my mother pack her things whilst I feinted sleep, not realizing that within momenta she would be farther than I could chase her, my heart is weighted with its own scars.. Let them think what they will of me. It won’t change what I know to be the reality of it all.
No sooner had we begun making our way to the grave site when a group of people from the town showed to be blocking the entrance. The crowd was populated with the implements of farmers’ work. Brandishing them at us as they were, my muscles tensed. Had they figured out what I was? Were they going to kill me? None of the people around me like me well enough to protect me, or even say something for that matter. What..awh..gawd.. But, one of the men in the group calls out to us. It seems he has a problem with the Professor, not me. That’s a relief. Wait.. Is that a relief? No, no, I suppose it isn’t when you get right down to it. Kendra runs at them with a knife.. Unexpected, yes, I admit. What..the..Hell..is..she..doing? AH!
All at once we lower the casket to the ground. The half-elf fellow races off toward the group. I’d say he’s rather pissed. Everyone seems to be. I can’t really say I blame them. I feel it too, boiling up inside me. Maybe it’s a kinship I feel with the persecuted. No matter the reason, fuck these people. I won’t kill them, but perhaps there’s a chance I can scare them. Running at them, it never really crossed my mind that waving my devilish features in the faces of the townsfolk might in some way make things harder for me. In fact, disregarding reason altogether, I flung my cloak back on the ground, revealing my purpled skin, and luminous devil’s eye. I can see the fear in enter their eyes. Two of the men run away. Satisfying enough, I suppose. I feel weirdly naked now though.. Perhaps a bad choice. Moments later, I find myself talking to the men, instructing that the best way to keep their lives is to run. Oddly enough, that seemed to do the trick. Good enough. Whatever.
After the ceremony Kendra informs us that the will reading will be at seven O’clock this evening. That leaves a good chunk of time for investigating. With little effort, I located the area in question. Unfortunately, with this discovery came the realization that I would need someone to accompany me..because there may be undead inside, and the idea of being eaten alone sounds just awful. Not really thinking all that hard, I call the half-elf over to me. He seems thrilled! Taking cue from his ecstatic approach, I proceeded to convince him to come with me. Fat lot of good that did. Neither of us can cast spells.. Dammit.. I guess I’ll have to find out if someone else is capable of producing light. Or go to the store and buy a torch..Duh.. Shit. We end up just going back to wait for the will reading.
At seven O’clock on the dot the man arrives to read the will. Nothing seems too out of the ordinary..except this chest business..and tomes.. What could he be..OHSWEETSHITTHECHEST. Kendra opens the trunk to find..~drum roll~ Nothing! Shit. This is some wacky bullshit. Allowing my mind to do the racing my body could not, I stealthily made my way up to my room without the others seeing. Quick as I could, I hid a tome in people’s belongings. If I’m going to get nipped for something stupid, I certainly won’t endure it alone. Fuck a lot of that. As quickly as I left, I return once more to face the others. How. Awkward.
After some coaxing, I manage to get the young Chelaxian girl to reply to me in the Infernal tongue. HAH. I knew it. Must..build..bridges.. I have to give it up though. This is going to suck. But, better they know a little and hate me just a bit…than immediately get the tomes and potentially attempt to kill me. I suppose they still might. But,..whatever. If they manage it, they’d only end up suspecting each other now. That’s good. Sort of. I have to stay alive and find out what’s going on here. I’m sorry to have to trick them all. But,..it’s the only way. Much as expected the death threats came almost immediately1. However, I think I may have convinced them to go along with my plan. This..could get interesting.
The following morning we travel to the graveyard once more with the intent to lay only secrets to rest. Upon sneaking into the crypt once more, we’re confronted with many disturbingly large centipedes. Within the first moments of battle, however, we realize they’re..not all that fearsome. Haha. Ahhhhhhh.. Jeez. After the battle we find the tools I sought. Now, hopefully we can find an appropriate way to use them.