Friday, 18 May 2012


Whither Feldrin?




Session 4 Recap




From the Journal of Sister Carlotta Dumaine, Dawnbringer of Sarenrae


Oathday, 7th of Pharast, 4712AR – Night



I’m sitting in my chambers at the Lorrimor House as I write this, relieved to know that Feldrin is alive. Having licked our wounds from the excursion into the upper reaches of the prison, our party was at a loss as to our next course of action. We had defeated both the Piper of Illmarsh and Father Charlatan, but it was far from an easy task. There were some of our number who wanted to go right back into the prison and take on the remaining haunts, while others believed we needed more preparation and a better armament to get the job done. I had been worried about Feldrin for a few days, as I had expected him to return from his scouting mission within a day. I knew that he had travelled south to root out some necromancer, but exactly where, I did not know.



Fortunately, Aeros discovered while at the Outward Inn, that lights had been seen in an old observatory in the hills to the south. Guessing that this was no coincidence, as a group we decided to check it out. It took us the better part of a day to reach the observatory, but would have taken longer if not for Gisley's fine tracking skills.



The old observatory was a crumbling ruin, yet the rumours were true: lights could be seen on the upper most floors of it. We approached the front door, which was carved into the visage of some lunatic’s grinning face. Eswin easily picked the lock, but inside we found four skeletons waiting to ambush us with crossbows. We made quick work of the undead creatures, however. Further investigation of the first floor uncovered a feasting hall occupied by three goons. Two humans in banded mail and an albino half orc larger than Gisley himself.



A fierce battle ensued, wherein both Aeros and Gisley were knocked unconscious, but in the end we prevailed. I healed our fallen comrades and we interrogated one of the human thugs. He claimed that they had been hired by the necromancer Filge to collect bodies from the Ravengro cemetery for his experiments. We locked him in a storage closet while we ascended to the next level.



On the second floor, we found a bedchamber belonging to the necromancer. An owl sitting upon a perch in the room screeched as we entered and attempted to fly out the window. Eswin fired his bow true and hit the animal, but could not bring it down. The bird flew out the window injured and we never saw it again.



The Necromancer Filge
On the top floor we were greeted with a distressing sight. It was a laboratory with an operating table. Upon the table, bound, was Feldrin, seemingly unconscious. His skin was a sickly shade of green. The necromancer Filge also awaited us, having been alerted to our presence by the owl. We moved to detain him, but he called out and four glass tanks surrounding the operating table shattered, spewing a slimy substance onto the floor and unleashing a quartet of monstrous zombies. Another fierce battle ensued and we may have been done in, but the necromancer kept failing to hit us with his spells. We whittled down the zombies, though this time Eswin was knocked unconscious twice. Luckily, I was standing by to heal him and get him back into the battle. Eventually we managed to capture the necromancer and free Feldrin.



Filge told us that he had been hired by Vrood to conduct experiments on some green worm that had been found in a marshland in southern Belkzen, and that he thought it might be a sign that a new age was dawning on Golarion. We manacled Filge, made a stretcher for Feldrin and gathered as much loot as we could before heading back to town.



Tomorrow we prepare for the prison once again, but now new revelations have come to light. Vrood is preparing some ritual that he believes will usher in a new age for Golarion. From what we have learned of the Whispering Way, this cannot be a good thing. I only pray that we can settle matters at the prison and track down this Vrood before he has a chance to complete his ritual. I am sending word to my father back in Lastwall in the hopes that he may have some information on the Whispering Way and this Auran Vrood.

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