Narthian Goldleaf:
"I agree, Sir Aberlayne," Narthian says, breathing easier now that the trap door is again locked. "We should put a warning up all around this place in the morning. And I shall send a message to my conclave. This was an elven home, so elves should fix this."
Narthian can, with a bit of looking around and some judicious sprinkling of meat scraps from tonight's stew, attract a young kestrel. After writing down your plea and attaching it to the bird, you impress upon him the image of your home and where it lies. He's off like a shot, taking your words with him. Hopefully he will be able to bring aid.
While Dellas doesn't have a spell handy to re-ward the door, Narthian could re-ward it tomorrow, as the
fire trap spell comes more easily to druids.
Dellas and Farian carefully put a warning on the door in all the tongues they share, which will hopefully give any other curiosity seekers a reason to stay away.
Sir Aberlayne nods her approval. "
Well and good. If Narthian can re-ward that trap door tomorrow, this place will be as protected as it ever was. I am definitely all for coming back to this place once we are stronger, though, and putting this evil to rest for all time." She taps her chin. "
I know the Baroness hereabouts is still recovering from a plague on her lands, but this is something she should know. I remember Master Deyna sending a message to the Baron of the lands where we were attacked by ogres. Hopefully she can do the same here. And I will send a message to Yondalla's order when we get to the next town. I dislike leaving this alone, but we serve no one well by dying today."
Volsh scowls at the door, then looks at the rest of the village, gloomy in the growing dark. "
If we are not to examine the rest of this place now and make sure nothing else lingers, then I shall take the darkest watch. I trust this place even less now."
Once all are upon the ground and stories are shared, everyone can get a hot meal (wild game or vegetable stew and fresh flatbread) and tend to their beasts. Averdante finds Prreet basking in his bowl and looking entirely comfortable. If pressed, Prreet will place a paw upon Averdante's lips, indicating that anything can wait until the morning, as he is doing the very serious business of snoozing.
Thunder is extremely happy to see Narthian, and spends a great deal of time making certain his friend and hunting partner is in once piece, sniffing him all over and licking him to make sure he is all right.
If you speak to Master Deyna (Sir Aberalyne will certainly tell her about the undead in the hidden chamber, though doesn't mention it to anyone else in the caravan), she shudders in relief that the undead is at least contained for now. "
Aye, I'll send a message to the Baroness. She should know, at least for the sake of her own people." She'll find a crow to take a quickly-written message to the manor.
You can divide your watches up and pay close attention to the sounds in the night. There are more wolf howls, some close, some far, though no lupine figure comes close enough to camp to ever be seen. There are no unnatural sounds from up above, and by mornings' light, no undead have broken loose.
But something unexpected has arrived. The crow Master Deyna had sent is back in camp, a small scroll bound to his leg, cawing to be noticed. The scroll, one unbound and read, is thus:
quote:
I beg of you for your aid! Though you are strangers to my lands, you have already encountered a great evil and seen it contained. My keep is besieged, and darkness seeks to destroy us. Fifty years ago, my mother was warned to ward her keep against the depredations of an undead who drove away the elves of Greensward. My mother told me she did, but I believe one of the minions must have escaped. Now it has gathered to it a small pack of wolf-men and trapped us in our home. The rumors of plague have kept people from coming to our aid, when the only disease here is the cunning depredations of this savage fiend, Lyolis, and her pack. We try to withstand her, but it has been terrifying and lonely, and our hope fades every day. We dare not let this vile creature take our keep and gain a stronghold. Please, any reward in my power is yours, if you will help free us from this nightmare.
~Baroness Giadella Velthe
It is sealed with what looks like an impression of a signet ring with the arms of three stars over an oak tree, identical to what you have seen on the marker stones in this Barony.