Carrion Crown

HoH: Recap of Day 003

Research & Visions

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The next morning the party decided it was best if they followed a second lead from the professor’s journal prior to challenging the spirits of Harrowstone Prison. To do so they traveled to the town’s Temple of Pharasma in attempt to find information concerning Harrowstone and its prisoner manifest in the church’s library of documents, and in doing so find out what or who the Whispering Way had been searching for.

Arriving at the temple, they were greeted by one of the acolytes. With reluctance they were allowed supervised access to the library. Finding it to be a sprawling mess of scrolls and tombs it was clear that they might not find what they were looking for with one day of research alone. By the end of the first day they were able to were able to determine the following information:

At the time Harrowstone burned, five particularly notorious criminals had recently arrived at the prison. While the commonly held belief is that the tragic fire began accidentally after the riot began, in fact the prisoners had already seized control of the dungeon and had been in command of the lower level for several hours before the fire. Warden Hawkran triggered a deadfall to seal the rioting prisoners in the lower level, but in so doing trapped himself and nearly two dozen guards. The prisoners were in the process of escaping when the panicked guards accidentally started the fire in a desperate attempt to end the riot. {XP Rewarded: 400}

Unfortunately, it had grown late in the day, and the acolyte could no longer put off what remained of his daily duties. He returned them to the temple common area, and welcomed them to return the following day. With little left to do, they headed back to Kendra’s. Taking the longer route back, they passed a group of five little Varisian girls dressed in shawls and dresses playing a skipping rope game at the side of the road. Each of the girls takes turns jumping in the rope while singing two lines of the following song:

Put her body on the bed.
Take a knife and lop her head.

Watch the blood come out the pipe.
Feeds the stirge, so nice and ripe.

Drops of red so sparkly bright.
Splatters spell her name just right.

With a hammer killed his wife.
Now he wants to claim your life.

Tricksy father tells a lie.
Listen close or you will die.

When they approached them to ask more about the song, the children were clearly frightened of the outsiders and had little to say. One sputtered out that they’ve always sung it and did not know where it came from. And with that they ran off., and the rest of the day passed uneventfully.

That evening, as the party was preparing to sleep until the morrow, Riska took once last glance around the room, and to her shock her window was now barred! Jumping out of bed,
an looking out of her now apparent prison, the view from her window had completely changed. Now, her view looked out over a mist-shrouded hill, in the distance of which can be seen the flickering lights of a town. Turning back around, she found that the rest of the room had changed. Her bed and Kayl were gone, replaced with a pile of moldy straw, and a bowl of wormy gruel lay near it on the now stone floor.

As desperation began to set in, Riska noticed a bloody “R” appear on the wall above where here bed once was, as if written with a finger. Soon it was followed by an “I”, an “S”, and a “K”. As final letter, “A”, completing her name appeared – she awoke in bed next to Kayl, dripping in sweat as if it was all a bad dream. Looking at the wall though he name remained there, written in blood.

Waking the rest of the party to investigate, little could be determined. The blood was, as far as they could tell, real, but non-magical. Perhaps the following day’s research could shed some more light on what had just happened.

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