Hey guys! Sorry we couldn’t see you, but we are more or less headed down to Harcourt to help you guys out. When we stopped in Hope, we had rumors of rampaging ghosts in the town to the west and in Hope! Sally, a woman mourning her son lost from cancer, actually thought her son had risen. Reikhardt and myself did what we could to calm her nerves.
You should have seen the crowd Ned drew on our first night in Hope. He got a bunch of farmers and fishermen to listen to a lecture on magic. Who would have guessed that the basic principles of arcana needed to propel a boat would be so interesting to the common folk?
The next day we double-checked the graveyard. What we found is that a group of three individuals, at least one of which must be a spell caster, using alchemical bombs and basic magic, to open graves and mausoleums and steal the jewelry. Naturally, we decided to give chase.
The only reason we know they were alchemical bombs is Ned’s theories, confirmed by Milly. She runs the botanica up in Hope, but you must of met her too. She has the amusing ability to both make you uncomfortable and also solve your alchemical problems at the same time. Seemed nice, though. Guess you meet some really interesting people when traveling the world, huh?”
We successfully found their trail running through the Great Forest. We followed the trail for a day and a half before we came across a swamp in the middle of the forest. Not a large swamp, by any means. The trail went in and vanished in the swamp, so we beat down the giant mosquito swarms and went straight through, so we wouldn’t lose any time. In the middle of the swamp, we found a somewhat ruined keep with drawbridge up; ichor floating on the surface of the water. We could have gone around but decided to go straight through. The doors were sealed, but rotten. We decided to go straight through the keep in an attempt to gain time on them.
What we found was an ancient massacre. Apparently the fort belonged to a Lord Orwell, a human who had fallen in love with a Lady S. Farhaven. There they were raising two half-elven children when at least one elven assassin killed everything they could. As Reikhardt said: ‘The Elven Lords are not kind’. We put to rest the natural undead that had come to unlife, including Lord Orwell himself as a skeleton mage. It was deeply troubling, but we took the remains from the keep and out of the swamp, burning and blessing the remains.
Its amazing how nicely people treat us when they find out we’re from Sanctuary. I mean, it’s a famous place, but haven’t done nearly enough to merit taht kind of attention. I’m worried we won’t be able to live up the expectations that have been placed on us. Catching these grave robbers should be a step in the right direction. We’ve tracked and confirmed the presence of them in Wellbeck, and are hoping to catch them in the act.
Hope to hear from you guys soon. Did you guys have any luck finding a cure for that plague?
Cayden, Ned, and Reikhardt.