Prayers of the Faithful

From the Writings of Thayel Ravensorrow

My divine goddess, the Lady of Graves, I submit these prayers to parchment so that I may have a record when I stand before you at my own judgment. I hope that they prove my worth in your eyes.

 Recently my direction has come into question. After learning of the passing of an old friend, I made the trip to his home to attend his funeral and reading of his will. Strange circumstances surround his death and as he was one of the few people to influence my life for the better, I feel a strong duty to uncover the truth behind his demise. I was not surprised to learn that I wasn't the only one summoned to the service. The Professor may have been misunderstood, but was still a very passionate and engaging man. He had obviously touched these people’s lives in the same way that he had mine, for these people seem just as determined to solve the mystery of his death as I.

 The Barbarian known as Gisley seems genuine enough, though I fear my distrust for his savage ways may cause an impasse between us at some point. There is no doubt that we need his brute strength, but how much can he help us if his feeble brain cannot comprehend the complexity of the situation at hand?

 Carlotta the holy woman in service to your sometime ally Sarenrae, is moderately attractive by human standards, but it is her arrogance and overconfidence that draw me to her like a moth to flame. The cleric seems to come from a family with money; her dress is far too ornate and delicate for her to have experienced the battlefield. Inexperienced though she may be, her clerical skills will come in handy if our investigation turns violent. Carlotta often speaks of her companion and guide Feldrin the half-elf Ranger, who escorted her to Ravengro. Feldrin also had ties with the professor, but could not attend the service; he was drawn south tracking a Necromancer and obviously felt it was more important than some empty ceremony. My instincts tell me that once we have learned all we can of the professor's demise in Ravengro, it is best we seek out Feldrin.

 The last of my companions is a sight for sore eyes, at the very least. Aeros is my kin, so I feel a bond with him like none of the others. Be that as it may, I still find him to be the least trustworthy of the lot. He has yet to reveal anything about himself and being a man of faith I find it hard to fully understand those who study the dark arts of magic.  Though I must admit, it is still comforting to be in the company of another elf.

 I trust that you will guide us as we investigate the professor's death. The longer I stay here, the more it stirs strange feelings within me; darkness I thought to be long buried… please Goddess strengthen my resolve in the days ahead.