After yet another fruitless attempt to get some work, the agent at Niole Dra gave me a letter from Him. I admit that I a cried a bit after I got rid of the agent. It’s been almost six months since I last heard of Him and it’s not like Him to go so long without a word to me. I had been so worried that something might have happened to him.
The letter was dated a week ago and with it came a pendant. It was a sun disk and it looked like there was a bit of blood in the engravings. He told me that I should take the pendant to the Abbess of Shieldhome and she would know what to do with it.
It took me four days by foot but finally I reached the monastery at dusk. For some reason she was expecting me and I was took to her chambers. In the room with the abbess there was a young woman who seemed to be a priestess of Mayaheine. She introduced herself as Vera von Drakdale.
I must say that the abbess’ words didn’t make much sense to me but she talked something about dark forces rising and a great battle that was to come. Worrisome words indeed. She told us that our paths were intertwined and we should go to meet Rusk the stablemaster and he could tell us more about the pendant.
We stayed the night at the monastery and set forth after the dawn prayer with Vera. Rusk turned out to be a grumpy old man with ill manners. He seemed suspicious about us and our intentions but when I showed him the pendant his attitude changed quickly. He turned pale and took the wooden pendant with shaking hands. He told us that it belonged to his son Jak who had passed away many years ago.
After some closer inspection he found faint writing behind the pendant and I offered to read it. It turned out to be magical writing and when I started casting Read Magic Rusk almost threw me out of his house but I managed to explain him why the spell was necessary. I don’t know what has happened to him that he had such strong reaction to my magic or was it just superstition. Anyway it was a bit weird but then on the other hand nothing I wasn’t used to.
So I cast the spell but soon I had to drop it with a yelp. The darkness that flooded from the pendant was so intense that it felt like it would have swallowed me if I stayed in touch with it any longer. It was scary and left me a bit out of breath and hands shaking. It was something really evil.
When I inspected the spell cast on the pendant more I could read the writing and it said Jak son of Rusk of the Crying Spears. To my horror I also recognized the spell and pity towards Rusk filled my heart. It was a necromantic spell that binds Jak’s soul to the caster’s.
When I told this to Rusk he lost his temper and yelled us out of his house. We made a tactical retreat and heard loud clanging when something hit the wall and loud cursing. I hoped with all my heart that I could do something to help him because it was a terrible fate that his son’s soul had faced and I wouldn’t hope it for my worst enemy.
We didn’t get far with Vera when Rusk seemed to calm down and came out to apologise his behavior. We talked a bit and came to a conclusion that we couldn’t leave the situation be and we should ask advise from the abbess.
So we headed back to the monastery and found the abbess praying in the chapel. We asked her to look at the pendant if she could tell us something more than I had already found out with my spells. She took the pendant and put her hand above it. It seemed like the sun itself decided at just that moment to shine in from the small window of the chapel and enlighten the wooden pendant. For a moment I was sure I could sense Pelor’s presence in the room.
The old abbess confirmed my findings about the necromantic spell and also told us that the caster of the spell could be traced with the pendant because it was the focus of the spell and that way kind of bound the caster. The complication was that it could also be done the other way around if the necromancer got a scent of our plans. Rusk seemed (for a good reason) to be very insistent about finding the caster and was happy to hear that the spell could be reversed by killing the caster.
After that we spent some time talking about what we should do and where we should start. We decided that we’d better start looking for this necromancer from Shiboleth. According his letter the pendant was found in a saddlebag of a man in a coin armor who was heading towards Rhorton’s Grove from Shiboleth. Curios that the abbess had also mentioned a man in the armor from many lands… There was clearly a connection. We collected some gear and started riding towards Shiboleth.
In Shiboleth we found ourselves in a inn called Headless Orc which despite its gruesome name was rather cozy. I left Vera and Rusk at the inn and went to visit the local agent in a bit upscale tavern called The Princeling. He was rather nice fellow compared to some others I have met during the last six months, didn’t treat me like something despicable like most of them tended to do these days. It was just one mistake, for crying out loud! Though I do admit that I may have gone a bit too far with it…
To my great joy he had another letter from Him that was dated two days ago. He had been here two days ago and didn’t wait for me though He knew I was coming! That bastard! He told me that he believed I was on the right path and told me to head to Rhorton’s Grove. I just wish that I knew what path that was. It wouldn’t hurt if for once he was clear about his meanings… And he said he was proud of me! He didn’t hate after all (like I had thought when I didn’t hear from him in six bloody months!) and his praise made me feel all giddy and I couldn’t stop smiling. He always had that effect on me.
The agent even had a job for me and for a moment I thought about taking it but then I decided to refuse. This matter with the necromancer and Rusk’s son’s soul felt much more important, besides I didn’t want to start explaining to my new friends why we needed to travel away from our destination. After that the agent offered me glass of wine and started flirting with me. I didn’t mind per se but I politely turned him down telling him that my friend’s were waiting for me at the inn.
Back at Headless Orc I heard that Vera and Rusk had done some investigation of their own about the man in the coin armor. They had come to pretty much same conclusion that we should go to the Rhorton’s Grove. So I guess that’s were heading tomorrow.