So it’s been a week or so since those people replaced the sky with not the sky. Apparently they made a new “sun” to cover up the old messed up one. It looks almost like it use to, but it feels different. Maybe wrong? Maybe it’s just me thinking too much. The week following wasn’t too interesting. The people of Loramon went back to their businesses and our ragtag group attempted to return to ours… which was to find that key we were searching for in the first place. The only clue we had left was that note from our mysterious “~F” left in it’s place with an amaryllis flower, but beyond that, we were at a dead end.
I claimed my usual room at an inn I was familiar with. Nohl kept somewhere nearby, I believe. Hovan had a place to stay a the temple, but his old man was taken home by his brother, if I remember right. Our dwarven friend and dear Aoife seemed to vanish after the sky was covered up. Perhaps to the forest again? I’ll learn that dwarf fellow’s name one of these days. Miss Cardamom returned to her own droll work, as well, so we were left to our own devices.
At some point, after a long morning of nothing, I returned to my room to find a rather peculiar note tucked into my room, which was very discreetly broken into. Seemed like a professional’s work. I was hoping the note might be from a pretty lass I’d been speaking with, but no avail. It was from… a group that is rather familiar with me.The note requested I meet them at Kindred Candle Inn, and nothing else. I wasn’t about to say no just yet… so I gathered whomever I could to join me before meeting with whomever left the note.
I found Nohl and Hovan in Nohl’s secret hiding place, whispering to each other rather suspiciously with that awful knife I attempted to toss out a while back. When I joined the two, they adamantly claimed that the knife was speaking to them, and that it wanted a body. The fact that the both of them were claiming this made me curious, but I wasn’t about to hear some knife talk when I had business to do. When the knife was done chitchatting, I requested the two accompany me to Kindred Candle Inn on the other side of town for drinks, where the note asked I meet them. Nohl and Hovan very generously complied. I pondered stalling for a while.
As we reached the Inn tucked away in one of the lesser ends of town, I let the two go inside while I sought whomever left my note, only to be met by an unfamiliar lad in their stead. He claimed the one who sent him has pertinent information I would be interested in, but would only give this information in exchanged for… a certain job to be done. Knowing this group and their ways, I begrudgingly complied, only to be sent off to another location to meet with another contact. Alas, I fetched Nohl, who had not touched his large mug of ale, and pulled Hovan from his own libations to trek to the opposite side of the city to meet with my next contact. I pondered stalling yet again.
I joined the two into the Timberwolf Hotel and awaited the next exchange. Hovan seemed in good spirits, chatting up the bartender and giving them a lively song as I was quickly redirected back outside, given a note and a parcel by another nobody, then immediately left alone with said items. I returned inside to find Hovan’s songs becoming less intelligible. I considered the note with what was requested of me, but decided it would wait. I decided Hovan would not be very useful drunk.
After Hovan immediately passed out on my bed, I very briefly explained my plight to coherent Nohl, since he seems to be willing to help in most situations, despite legality. He seemed willing to help. So I simply had to convince Hovan.
In the morning, after giving Hovan a quickly brewed cure for his hangover, I very vaguely asked for his assistance with my “job”, just for him to keep watch, since I strongly doubt his stealthing skills. After some convincing, he agreed to help, and we were on our way out of of Loramon towards the town of Bulderford in the south.
When we were some ways away from Loramon, Nohl announced that his knife (which was being called “Knifey”) was telling him that a place to make a new body for him was nearby. This “knife” was keeping me on my toes, despite how much the elf and cleric were trusting of it. It pointed Nohl towards the east, away from our destination of Bulderford. Hovan offered we go there after my “job”, but Nohl insisted that the knife sounded impatient. I considered how welcome this opportunity to stall was. I insisted we follow whatever this knife wanted.
Eastward, we came upon a rather ancient abandoned town with two tall towers near the center. The emptiness was similar to that of Mournstead, equally as still and eerie. Nohl hurried along, following the knife’s voice towards the towers. We quickly made our way inside, finding a body in the corner right away. It seemed oddly preserved, but we ignored it, moving along, briefly exploring what seemed like a school. When we returned to the room it occupied, it was suddenly standing, demanding it’s soul. The knife seemed adamant about that not being the body it wanted, so we quickly disposed of the reanimated body, continuing along and up several flights of stairs to a peculiar room of odd machines and devices.
The room was very strange, with a large device with many levers and knobs. Hovan and Nohl quickly found a pillar marked “element” and placed their dear “Knifey” into it. Nothing happened. The devices in the room seemed to whirr to life when Hovan stuck his hand into an orifice, but it shut back down when he retracted his hand. At random, we moved and turned the knobs and switches, but nothing seemed to happen. I considered the fact that Hovan’s hand seemed to start up the machine…. so I decided it needed something in that particular orifice. I recalled the amaryllis that I was still holding onto from the note and tossed it in… and the machine whirred to life again. It made some noises, and when it sounded to be done, a figure emerged…
… a… rather muscular but also very green man appeared before us… and he was very confused.