The party subtly asked around town trying to determine who their ally within the town was. They managed to obtain handwritting samples from everyone they knew who could speak elf. They determined in the end that the note was likely written by Ninaran. When they asked her she denied having any knowledge of who the spy in Winterhaven was. Only that there was one. The party also visited the graveyard where the skeleton was raised. They discovered red liquid in the soil in a strange pattern. They took a sample of the liquid and sketch of the pattern to Valthrun who began analyzing the soil. They also told Valthrun about the connections between the kobolds and the Harvester of Souls. He told them the history of Shadowfell Keep to the north and the story of Sir Keegan. That night, Gwendaeyn Zapherek had a horrifying dream:
“Only a few candles light the otherwise complete darkness of a room. A man stands over a crying boy. The man’s face is shrouded in darkness. You can see he wears jet black robes and wears an pendant set with azurite. He reaches down to the child. From where you are he looks to be stroking the boys chest. As your view becomes clearer. You realize the man is holding a curved knife. He is dragging the blade through the boy’s chest and the boy is screaming in agony. The boy’s blood pours down the altar on which he is laid, flowing down stairs into a vast, dark pool of liquid. The man’s other hand holds a book which he reads out of in a foul language you can’t comprehend. There is a flash of light and the room focuses. You now see a yawning portal beginning to open. The man laughs to himself. “In only a few short days the portal will be open. Soon, Winterhaven will be no more!” Your view slowly fades into blackness…"
When she awoke she told the others what she had seen and they all believed the dream to be a vision, likely of what was happening at Shadowfell Keep. They finally decided to confront Lord Padraig about what he knew about the cult. Initially he denied any knowledge but skillful wordplay convinced him to reveal that he had dealings with Kalarel. He informed the party that Kalaral had come to him several weeks prior threatanting Winterhaven if Padraig didn’t co-operate. This left Padraig in an awkward poisition as he could only hope to stop Kalarel with the help of his militia but could only rally them if he admited he knew of Kalarel’s activities. In the end, he admited to somewhat coperating with Kalarel. The only real contact they had was with one of Kalarel’s agents who would come to town with messages. Padraig admited to giving one of his men a vial given to him by Kalarel. The man was instructed to pour it in a pattern on a grave supplied by Kalarel. Padraig had no idea what this would do. The party, realizing that the main threat to Winterhaven would be from Shadowfell Keep; set out in order to stop Kalarel and his cult.
The Right Man for the Wrong Job
These last few days have been busy as hell. After a lengthy investigation our party has confirmed that there’s a cult holed up in some keep to the north attempting to complete a doomsday ritual that if successful, would threaten my continued survival. It also might kill all the people of the Winterhaven and the surrounding area but that’s beside the point. Apparently our little gang of mercenaries are the only ones who can possibly stop the ritual since Lord Padraig’s men are useless and Lord Padraig himself is a spineless fool. Anyway, I’ve just finished prepping for the journey to Shadowfell Keep and now it’s time for some shut eye. Fuck, Elli’s pestering me again about her journal thing. Ugh, alright the following is a transcription of Elli’s dictation for entry two of her “happy book”:
“Today Gwen had bad dreams. She dreamed scary things like a boy dying. Oh no, I love childrens~
(Elli’s busycrying… frickin’ emo cat. I’ll wait for her to calm down. -ed.)
“Sorry Vahn, you don’t have to write that. Anyway, Gwen said that it was a special dream, a vision. I think after breakfast we’re gonna go talk to Lord Paddy and see if he knows anything more. He’s a little bit fishy if you know what I mean. Ok Vahn, I’m done.
- Ellikahn Farsight’s “happy book” entry #2
Ok, that wasn’t so bad. I wonder if Elli can even read though… Is there a point to me writing this? Screw it, I’m too tired to think about this right now.
The Journal of Vahn Galbraith,
Day 14 after my escape.