The Carrion Crown

The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 29
The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 29

The further of my search to locate the killer of vampire nobles in town has come to a head, or a head of the murders, as it were. Upon further conversations with the kind gentlemen down in the Vampire sanctuary, and a very revealing interview with the head suspect, I quickly determined that he was not to be responsible. Many fond memories of Leopold in Lepstadt had crossed my mind, but I knew there would be no fair trial under these guidelines for this man. Instead, following a hunch of misdirection and guile, I went to visit the source of the noble’s documents. While I would love nothing more than to believe that a humble tailor would be so loyal as to steal incriminating documents from his clients, I also understand that this may be bad for business, and had no reason to believe that he indeed stole these documents fairly. To test this theory, I had ordered a suit for myself, and allowed the man to have my old overcoat, for which I slipped in a fake note, incriminating him. Unsure of the reaction this may cause, I was eager to run the experiment. That evening, when I returned to my room at the Inn, there was no surprise to find two vampires within, waiting to assassinate me. Of course, I had anticipated this, so I had brought a new sunlight concoction with me, for which drove them away quite effectively.

From there, I was instructed by the head vampire to merely point out the culprit, and he would handle the rest. It was a quick trial, and an ominous sentencing, for which I feel was much more of a punishment than I could imaging, but I was disinclined to inquire as to the nature of the sentencing. While on the stand, the poor vampire tailor suggested that with the death of the current ruler, he somehow would have came into power, which I am not entirely sure would have been the proper allotment of ranking order, unless the vampire culture is altogether more fascinating than I assume, and tailors are far more respected in their culture. For what I can tell at least, the current ruler does not seem to have an interest in clothing creation.

To conclude the evening, I found myself with a few old friends from the Professor’s funeral, though I don’t recall most of them, and we were paid a surprise visit from his daughter. I am unsure how I had stumbled upon the funeral’s reunion, nor was I aware that funerals called for reunions, but I was pleased to see so many faces. It was then that the poor dear had shown a side of herself that I had only speculated on beforehand, as she seemingly transformed into a different person and attempted to stab someone at the party. It was all to clear that she, or this side of her, had been acting in partnership with the Whispering Way the entire time, which would explain quite a bit of their ability at gaining the upper hand on us. As she lunged for the mace I had acquired under the bay, it was all to apparent that she needed it’s secrets in regards to the lich’s variant potion they were creating, and she even tipper her hand as to where the descendant of the Tyrant can be found. Invariably, this is a trap, but knowing this can provide the upper hand to myself, even if I walk strait into it’s jaws. This must be prevented, and I feel I am fully capable of stopping this mess from making a massive impact on history… hopefully.

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The Logs of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entries 27 and 28
The Logs of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entries 27 and 28

Eureka! It has been a long, arduous effort, uphill through countless obstacles, but finally I have completed the greatest task of my life; I’ve successfully transmuted lead into gold! Walter’s theories, though fractured, were correct, and as I watched, the transmutation has been the most successful time of my life. I am happy to have been able to complete this, and I have so many ideas of the possibilities of Gold that will revolutionize the industries, such as gold plates, gold roofing, gold currency; no more must we worry of rust or of cleaning endlessly. Alas, this work must be set aside for the moment, as the final matters of the Whispering Way lie ahead of me, and I hold a smaller piece of the puzzle than I anticipated.

I attended a gathering in the hopes, successfully, of gaining access to the most complete library on the habits of the Whispering Way, owned by the Order of the Palentine Eye. I learned I think more that I even intended to, and I feel very humbled that I had not already guessed their game. What sort of spell will free and unfreeable bond, what sort of component is a Mace, what sort of form is the Whispering Tyrant supposed to take now that his body is far beyond desiccation? How could I not have known, he doesn’t intend to stroll out of his prison, he intends to transcend it. The plan is rather ingenious, if not for the fact that its end resultant is almost inevitably death for me. They intend to utilize a descendent of the Tyrant as a vassal for his soul, thereby bypassing every intricately placed lock and seal, and the spell isn’t some complex, unknown thing… it’s an elixir! Not only that, but it’s a simple elixir, barely a deviant on a litch’s poison.

The mace is not actually vital to the elixir either… well it is, but it isn’t, only it’s past is, which is written on it, but not actually in writing. The mace will lead to a rare and necessary component, somehow, and it will in turn be part of the ingredients. With the mace in my grasp, hopefully I will be able to find and locate this component, but barring that idea, I still know of a rarer component that is vital to this spell, and I have to destroy it; the Tyrant’s descendent.

What is more, I now know that I cannot trust the Order of the Palentine Eye, because these books were already extensively rifled through before my arrival, attempting to drain all this knowledge and more on the process. I conjecture from this that there is a traitor in their grasps, and while I do not have the time to smoke him out, I need to be vigilant not to expose my hand, as it were… though I am not one for wearing gloves.

I needed to know much more about the man that was the Tyrant if I am to locate the fruit of his offspring, as unsettling as that sounds to me. The oldest vampire in this city apparently has almost a thousand years on the Tyrant himself, and a great vendetta against him too. I had to visit this man, or vampire, but it was a little tricky to get into his inner circles. Luckily, I only had to burn down a single greenhouse in order to make it past his guards and into his graces. After I explained my task at hand, I found him to be quite personable, and I was very happy to have him as an ally. As it turned out, he had actually hunted down the Tyrant’s offspring before, and had some wonderful information on the hunt, which should leave very few descendants left.

I feel there is very little left for me to learn, and soon I will have to hunt down the key players in this game of theirs, but I feel I am ready.

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The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 26
The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 26

After my tea with Walter and the inventor, it was time to decide what to do with this Raven’s Head I had found, though in note it is not actually a head of a raven, though it has two heads of a raven, or ravens… but I feel I’ve discussed this before. It was decided that merely keeping the mace would bring endless drones of the Whispering Way, and though I may die, their desire will not. As well, distributing such a commodity to anyone else would also be a grave error, as it has been proven over and over that the Whispering Way have long reaches and very persuasive skills. I have determined that the only logical and effective course of action will be to bring the battle to their doorstep, discover the necessities of the ritual, and disrupt them once and for all. This, of course, is quite risky, as I will be taking the mace directly to their chambers, but it relies on myself to prevent this unnatural act entirely.

Entertained by the contraption that the inventor had loaned me before, I had asked if I could borrow it for my travels to Coliapus, and he agreed, asking me to test drive the unit for a distance travel, which is most studious of him. Walter and myself worked to ready the Fountain Smasher, as it has been deemed, and I was off. The workings of this device are most strange, such as a bastardization of a large grandfather clock to propel, but that in and f itself is quite ingenious.

En route to my destination, I had seen what appeared to be a barbarian camp that I thought should be greeted. However, as I approached, I became aware that the only greeting to be received was that of piked heads and undead inhabitants. I almost left, but it was noted that a woman was tied to a totem in the middle of the camp. Naturally curious as to what spell may require such a component, I approached further. Sadly, once again the cost of the spell being cast was the life of this sacrifice, and I have no intention of allowing the atrocity, so I began bombing the camp to free the woman. The battle was short, and the death of the Necromancer collapsed all of the camp. As luck would see fit, if luck can see fit, the woman was traveling to Coliapus as well, so she joined me on the travel.

Once in the city, I was astounded by the inhabitants. Ghouls, Vampires, and other undead lived alongside the standard races, and all in harmony, of a sort. Donations of blood and other items kept the poor in money, and the undead are quite civil and even open shops and run legislature. Though I have killed many undead in my time, none were merely trying to live out their lives.. or afterlives… or unlives…. deaths? Yes, living out their deaths. I appreciate the civility of this place much. Early on, I met a group of scholars that instructed me to a great laboratory that I am using now to test out the theories of Walter, who had instructed me on transmutation of Lead and Iron into Gold and Silver. This wonderful process could be used to make rust resistant piping all over the world, as Gold will never sour. Many of Walter’s theories are in broken thought, though quite logical, and it has taken me some time to test these theories. As of now, all I can confidently state is that I will need to first manufacture an item known to the Alchemical world all over, a Philosopher’s stone. This stone contains a substance known as quicksilver, which will be the rarest component. I feel that the answers are here, and mine is just the mind to solve this!

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The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 25
The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 25

Today was a good day. Rarely do my days of late end with a nice cup of tea after an old fashioned victory, but my tribulations have brought me just this scenario. After locating a fortuitous boon in the depths of the Deep One’s caves, a Helm of Underwater Action, I was able to swim the tunnel; a most fascinating excursion! After quite a long and invigorating swim, I was let out into the bay proper. Unfortunately, my trail ran expansive, and therefore dry, amongst the depths of the bay, and I know enough of the Deep ones to know that they will settle on the bed of the water; much too far down for my body to withstand the pressure. I remembered the scientist of the village that I had met before, and that he had a fish apparatus that he was working with. I had correctly assumed that he would at least have knowledge of the bay’s depths, if not an interest in assisting me, so I swam back to the shore to reunite with him.

The scientist was more than happy to assist in both the name of science, and in the aid of a hero and Doctor such as I. His offer was as such: I would be allowed his knowledge of the bay and use of his fish-diving device as long as I tested it for him, which I would have to do anyhow. After reviewing the submersible, I concluded that his theory was more than sound, and his device was adequately strong enough to withstand the pressure my body could not. The scientist further knew that the “Neighbors” for whom they offer their children to lived beneath a rock formation they shackle prisoners to for death. This, again, made perfect sense, as it would be a constant source of food for the creatures.

The dive of the apparatus was smooth, and the scientist’s series of “tugs” to represent communication, as well as his constant pumping of air into the hull worked flawlessly, and we were able to locate an entry way into a dome-like building. I only encountered one guardian squid, which was drastically less than I expected. Once I was inside, there was a menagerie of wondrous sights, such as an entire farm of individual’s memories, as the people were somehow still kept alive, though their brains were plainly exposed. I also met Walter, though I suspect that was not his real name, who was a very intelligent plant that was collecting data. I was informed by this creature as to the ways of alchemically transmuting iron to gold, and how to summon a phase shifter; a creature previously considered to be unsummonable. Walter also let me know of more pressing matters, such as the goings on of the facility. Apparently a race of extraterrestrial beings called the Mi-Go were experimenting quite fanatically into the workings of this planet. Normally this would be great news to a cerebral individual such as myself, but unfortunately, the current experiment is to judge the impact of summoning an Elder God. I can safely hypothesize for these beings that the outcome will be destruction on a mass level, and thus I must prevent the experiment. Walter was again kind enough to tell me of where the experiment was occurring.

After talking to Walter, I explored a bit more, and actually found the Raven’s Tongue discarded in the corner of a room, obviously not even valued by the Mi-Go. From there, I easily made it to the location of the Mi-Go, who immediately portrayed that they are completely logical, almost mechanical, minds. When I entered, they seemed as though they were going to attempt to stop me, but when I argued that I just wanted to view their experiment, they were content to leave me alone in the lab. Furthermore, when I inquired as to sensitive aspects of the experiment, they were more than happy to tell me, including which machines are necessary for the experiment, which incubating body was required, and what would prevent the summoning, should it fail. All of these things are in fact quite responsible to know of while running a proper experiment, but I cannot recommend readily telling these sensitive matters to just anyone. Of course, It was quite easy to disrupt the experiment after gathering all the vital knowledge, and I only had to destroy one or two of these wonderfully intelligent beings. I would have enjoyed it quite thoroughly if the Mi-Go were to remain, but they were understandably quite maddened at the failing of their experiment, and began a flooding process of the facility.

While rushing my way out of the facility with the water collapsing behind me, I would have been remiss if I had not saved Walter, who, as it so happened, had a contingency plan for just such an occasion. When I informed Walter of the Mi-Go’s collapse, he merely saved his work, and was even kind enough to escort me to his ship for resurfacing. At the surface f the bay, I instructed Walter to let the scientist know of my return, and we were invited to tea at his house. There, Walter and the scientist made quite a formidable team of knowledge, and Walter even agreed to stick around with the scientist for future experiments. At the end of the day, Walter removed a chest from his throat, well not HIS chest, though I suppose the chest must have been his. The chest contained all the property of the people that were experimented on below, including the Seasage Effigy. He offered all of this to me, as he had no further use of it. It was a good day indeed, and I feel for once as though I were actually ahead of the Whispering Way in their pursuits.

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The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 24
The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 24

I clearly see now that I have stumbled on the crossfire of an Old God skirmish, which I find infinitely fascinating. Within the town’s temple, I fought and slew what I believe to have been an Elder God’s “Guardian”, which I believe came directly out of a separate dimension to do combat. Rightfully, it was protecting it’s temple, and I was the intruder, but of the practices that were occurring, I could not have done less than intrude. These Gods of Mythos are completely fascinating, and their books have such lovely voices, I find myself greatly torn in that their practices are at the very most, barbaric. In one room I found a number of corpses for whose heads have torn from their bodies, the next a bloodied alter and depictions of fish and men interbreeding. The pictures, of note, depicted great detail for coupling that I was previously unaware was possible, though I have witnessed the offspring. In the last room, I located two farmers who had bequeathed their daughter to the care of the Neighbors, for whom I have deducted are in fact Deep Ones, of the mythos origin. Following a brilliant hunch I had concocted, I inquired as to the whereabouts of the priest who had taken their daughter, or the daughter of the Deep Ones, as she was bequeathed, though not the daughter of inter-species relations… though assumably adopted FOR the purposes of said relations. As suspected, the farmers had stated that the rider had went with, carrying the Effigy with.

As I exited, the kind Sheriff must have come to reason in regards to myself, as he stopped me only briefly enough to be instructed to clean out the bodies within the Temple. I was able to gather my carriage and ride the short distance to an old, abandoned house off of the village. Therein, one of the a fore mentioned offspring of what I believe to be a Deep One and a Cave Troll remained in waiting. It did not seem to have much intelligence, and nor did it harbor a resistance to my fires, so I put her down. We also located the head priest, who also saw reason in being civil; for backwater people, I am quite surprised at their sensibilities over the larger-town folk we have dealt with in the past. I offered to act as liaison for him and his village in return for the secret to passage, and he accepted.

It turned out I was fortunate to have killed the creature that I had, as its blood became part of the ritual for opening the set of stones located within the house. At first, I had thought I was again transported to an alternate dimension, but I suspect that it may be well within our realm, though further underground only. It took no time at all to meet a group of Deep Ones, whose leader obviously had gone insane. He showed classic symptoms of the head-ripping creature I have encountered many times, that of the Old God Hester. The Deep Ones lashed out at me only under obligation and without passion, so I left them alone and focused on the leader, who died, popped his head off (or the creature within did so), and died again… more permanently. From this corpse I acquired the Effigy, and from the Deep Ones I gathered the knowledge that the rider was still in these depths, and that the Raven’s Tongue resided with the main leader of the Deep Ones, who has also been exhibiting signs of Hester’s influence. Again, the sensibilities of these Deep Ones astounds me; To date I have rationed with Demonic Werewolves, Deep Ones, Flesh Golems, Teiflings, Gypsies, Necromancers, and all sorts, and I do say that the worst archetypes to be able to trust has consistantly been politicians and the Necromancers. If the Necromancers were not kin to clockwork in their betrayals, they may prove more devious than the politicians.

Down the halls, there was an amazing sight, one so very rare and so very perfect that I would risk anything but my life to be able to control; A true Color Out of Space lingered, attached somehow to a machine that regulated it and kept it tethered. If only I knew of a way to reason with it too, I would have… but alas, they are immensely intelligent and known for feeding upon the likes of me. I left it tethered in that room, but was able to spot the carcass of the rider behind him, which says to my luck that I am no longer in chase.

A brief thought stated that the world will always be in peril as long as these Deep Ones hold the Raven’s Tongue, in that they may not know of the value it holds to the Whispering Way. I conclude that it is better that I take the mace and destroy it, hopefully ending the ability to see the ritual intended to fruition. I will set out anew after this short break to attempt to reason further with the one holding the mace, as they have proven to be quite rational so far.

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The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 23
The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 23

Of true fascinations, I have found that I most enjoy traveling to alternate dimensions. My pact with the creature of the Mythos meant that I had to travel briefly to another land, The Bleakness, in order to deposit a mirror. I was expecting to have to travel to this land before finally heading taking a portal to the seaside village, but as it turned out, I only had to attend one portal, which took me directly through. The Bleakness was, as it would sound, quite bleak, with stretching vastness of gray, uncharacterized land. There were only a few items of note, such as a staircase leading up the only mountain, one for people much bigger than man. When I entered, I appeared halfway up the stairs, but the grey mass was climbing towards me, consisting of innumerable bodies. At first, I started running, but it became apparent that the dimension was not truly physical, but rather of a mental state; thus I was able to break out of its cycle, and finally ascend to the top of the mountain. There, I saw a small hut that, inside, had a gigantic chamber. I was able to place the mirror on a pedistool within, and no sooner did I do so, than I was kicked out at my destination. Before I left, I only saw a humanoid figure walk to the mirror, who I can only assume is who I was supposed to deliver to. I feel very relieved that the bargain wasn’t any more complicated than that.

I was able to ascertain at a nearby town that the rider I was supposed to get ahead of has already passed on, meaning that I am still behind. I made as much haste as I could towards the seaside village, but I felt compelled to stop for a man on a boat who was shouting out logical algorithms to try to stop his boat. I helped him with his calculations briefly, and he rewarded me with a wonderful aide, a horseless carriage that went incredibly fast. Admittedly, the device must have been an early prototype, as it was highly unstable, but I was able to control the contraption to my uses. After I arrived in town, I thought it best to check the stables, just to see if the rider had made it there yet, though unfortunately I knew that since I had not passed him, on my way in, he must have had to have been here already. For no reason at all, the stable hand became very violent when questioned, and I was forced to eliminate him. A brief check indicated that the rider’s horse was still coming down from the ride it was given, and thus time was of the essence. I was able to slip past the sheriff, who would have only slowed things down, and continue searching the town.

Eventually, I concluded that the rider must be doing business with the men within the temple, as they were after the seaside effigy all along. So I regathered myself, and headed inside. On a side note, it has been quite a while since I last set foot within a temple, as I have found no practical use for the whims of the Gods, but I do find the culture of those who attend fascinating, as much more than a worship, but as a community, or a sub culture… I am curious if I could manifest these feelings within a concoction, and create “God in a bottle” as it were. Perhaps I will have to consider this after I foil the Whispering Way’s efforts.

Within the temple, the worshipers attempted to turn me away, which would be against any normal practice, concluding that something must indeed be happening. I forced my way past these thugs, but I know something much more powerful and of Mythos origin lies at the back of the building. This battle will be hard fought to be sure.

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The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 22
The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 22

I am relieved to finally feel like I may actually be gaining some leverage on these ill meaning Necromancers, though I have yet to meet a well meaning Necromancer… perhaps there is a use for Necromantic magics to assist in rejoining loved ones, I believe I will have to look into this idea, but a a later point. The pathfinder was able to escort me to the town for which has a teleportation portal which will help me travel to cut off the courier. Ultimately, this will assist me in attaining the Raven’s Tongue, as I find out is a mace that assisted in vanquishing the Tyrant quite some time ago. However, there was a slight gift disguised as a curse that I had to encounter before I could use the portal.

As I approached the town at the base of the portal’s hill, though I am unsure a portal can hold claim to a town, or a hill, I realized that the entire force of the town was attending to a rather messy scene. Of course, with my keen knowledge of oddities and crimes, the overseeing office gladly allowed me to assist in the investigation, which was very fortuitous for him, as I am unsure that he would have had the stomach for solving what I witnessed as the perpetrator, a creature birthed of one of the Elder Gods of Mythos. Following a trail of slime, I was able to pinpoint the point of origin, for which the creature was summoned by a group of individuals seeking ultimate knowledge. Somehow, I feel they missed the clause of the ritual that stated that the creature must consume each of those whom summoned it, which seems to be a rather foolish mistake. In the room however, to my fortune, a very king ghoul was able to expound upon the nature of the ritual, and in no time, I was able to locate the surviving members of the ritual. Unfortunately, the Elder Gods’ return to our realm would manifest in mass hysteria and chaos, and this ritual is to bring about just that, so I was not left with any option but to stop the creature.

With haste, I exited and headed for the mental asylum, where one of the survivors would undoubtedly hold up, as he was the proprietor of the institution. I wished to ask those on the way if they had seen the invisible monster, but apparently the villagers here do not react well to outsiders, as they mostly ignored my questioning. Thankfully, it was easy to tell by the live psychiatric patients still strapped to the walls that I was before the creature, otherwise these men would have been slaughtered. I was able to locate a guard, who had informed me that the proprietor was in fact on the third floor holding out for the creature, so I rushed to join him. Unfortunately, I must have fallen into the trap he set for the beast, and was forced to incinerate the man’s creature, meant to bodyguard him, but luckily I was in time to offer myself as a worthy stand in.

No sooner did we meet than the creature started to come, and I must say that the image of that beast, if looked upon with the ability to see through its invisibility, will stick with me forever. The books sang to me of their appearance, but there are not words in any tongues to do this grotesqueness justice. It became apparent that the beast was going to be quite a tough battle, and so an alternate strategy was required. Instead f felling the creature, a binding spell was placed on it instead. One for which allowed me to ask of it one request in exchange for another. the best part of the spell is that, once complete, the creature is automatically returned to it’s plane. The trick of this bargain was in the wording and favor asked, as I did not want for the creature to finish it’s task and attempt to finish our battle. I asked of it the one thing that truly was necessary of a creature of these talents; that it hunt down the second courier that holds the other pieces of the ritual to bring about the Whispering Tyrant, and that it demolish those items. With him after those items, and me after the Raven’s Tongue, it puts these poor Necromancers in quite a bad spot. Should the beast fail, however, it merely means that it has been taken care of and I did not have to struggle further and waste yet more precious time.

In return, all it asked was to return a mirror of it’s god to the original realm, which I can easily do atop the hill I came for in the first place. I found this Shaggoth to be quite reasonable, actually, and if I should find myself in the future, I should remember how reasonable these creatures are, as the deal was quite preferable to yet another battle and incineration. Now, with haste, I must be off to gather this Raven’s Tongue. These relics must all be destroyed, and I fear more Mythos are to present themselves, as this mace was lost at sea, but the Elder God Cthulu is quite the seafaring type, as it reads.

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The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 21
The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 21

As I exited the building, knowing there were more to battle ahead of me, I was pleased to hear the garish howl of the werewolves. It seems all five factions have banded together to try to aide against these Necromancers. All throughout the town, they were chasing the skeletons as a dog would chase a bone, or as a bone would chase a dog, though a bone would never be able to chase a dog, unless a Necromancer were to resurrect said bone, and it were inclined or forced to chase the dog, though it was a werewolf. The chaos was fascinating, and I wish that I had the opportunity to sit on the hill I had entered on and watch the patterns of the battle, to assess better battle flow strategy of these base warriors. Unfortunately, I still had one last, master Necromancer to dispose of. The leader has been held up in that tower, and it is the last place to clear out, and so I set out.

Inside the tower, not even locked, it was exactly as I would have expected. There were a number of very intricate details on the human anatomy and of vivisection, as well as test subjects easily viewable. In my opinion, this Necromancer would have served as a great surgeon, were he not preferable to things already dead. Within an urn on the far side of the room, I was able to locate the werewolf pack leader’s heart, or at least a heart, or at least half of a heart, but those around me were pretty sure somehow that it belonged once to the werewolf. I suppose I could have tested the blood of the heart for Lycanthropy, but I was unable to bother with any tests before the Necromancer’s leader began to talk from above. He was offering a partnership of some sorts, but already my mind was focused on a strategy of attack, knowing that I would not follow in the line of those spurned from deals with the whispering way.

The Necromancer must have sensed that I was not interested in his inevitable betrayal, as he eventually gave up and summoned a number of skeletons to attack. They were without a doubt very advanced summons, but than again my formulas are advanced in their own right, and the skeletons burned easily. After I had cleared the area of skeletons, I immediately recognized the spell hovering on the stairs as Cloudkill. On my behalf, the tower was in ill repair, so a slight bit of flight got me to his floor without even needing the stairs to advance. On his behalf, however, his flight was much swifter than mine, and as soon as I appeared, he had taken off. I had almost thought that the battle was won yet again, as these whispering way have become known to me for their cowardice, but shortly thereafter spells began to manifest, spells I recognize as having to require line of sight. Greater Invisibility is a fantastic spell, but easily trumped by a keen mind and a potion of see invisibility, thus his hand was tipped in my favor. I was able to bombard him with quite a few bombs before he struck me with… something.

When I came to, the Necromancer was vanquished. His journal was found, but it only spoke of ill portents; a Necromancer was shuttling the other half of the heart, the skull, and the Warden’s soul off to the throne of the Whispering Tyrant, and a separate envoy was off to trade the missing statue of Cthulu for a “Raven’s Tongue”. It was determined by this that they are but mere steps from summoning the Whispering Tyrant, and I was yet again behind. Thankfully, just outside, the Pathfinder was chronicling the battle within the town and the the crown of a new werewolf leader.. or heart-eating, as it were. Again, I would like to state the barbaric nature of this ritual, and the unsanitary nature of the presented cannibalism within this base ritual. The Pathfinder, as it turned out, knew of a path that would be able to catch the envoy with the statue, though I am unaware as to if he actually found this path himself. The catch of this statue, or of anything ultimately leading to the “Raven’s Tongue” would be quite a tide turner within this chase, and I quite need to gather this key aspect.

Now, forethought dictates that there may be a bi of an issue with being in possession of the missing piece of the resurrection of the Whispering Tyrant, as it would make me quite a target, but I feel that I must do this nonetheless, or all will be lost. Perhaps there are those out there that will be willing to offer aide in the protection or destruction of this Tongue, should I be able to acquire it.

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The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 20

Against my better judgement, a few other individuals that will also be storming this town with me decided on a different plan, stating that they did not wish to burn in a tower if it were set ablaze. I had to ponder how much Alchemist’s fire it would take to set the stones of a tower ablaze, but all the same I must agree that I do not wish to decipher my individual boiling point. Instead, I had decided to hide out in the more intact buildings of the town that the old fire had not seemed to get to, providing that there were no haunts already hiding within them, as many of these buildings seem to have.

The first few Necromancers fell fairly easily, and it seemed that their undead hordes were not able to thwart the attack. Easily, I was able to kill the undead, or destroy the already dead… perhaps re-create the re-dead of the undead. I was especially curious as to the creation of some larger Troll-like undead beasts that I do not recall, offhand, the name of. these beasts were particularly ferocious, and I found their tenacity to be quite impressive, if not for being on the end of their ire.

Near the end of the sneaky assault…can an assault, by definition, be sneaky? Near the end, I started to feel as there was no longer a point in hiding, as the necromancers started to get wise to their loss of brethren, but even through this I managed to clear out all Necromancers from the town’s streets. There was humor to be found in the truth that, because Whispering Way acolytes distort their vocals to only a whisper, the necromancers were actually incapable of screaming for assistance as I felled them. I can think of no practical intentions behind this alteration of their own bodies besides the inability to communicate, call for assistance, or blend into normal society, which seems like a most ridiculous ritual. The hordes of skeletons were actually only forced to stand in place, making them easily destroyable.

Currently, there is only one known Necromancer left, hiding out in the tower. He appears to be the leader of the operation that I destroyed here, leaving only him to deal with. I am currently gathering my breath before storming this man as well. I have mentioned before how exciting this adventuring is, and how much fun it is to be able to explore what I know in theory. I would like, after this messy business is concluded, to see if the physiology of a Whispering Way is altered beyond just their throats.

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The Log of Dr. Joston Elveret, Entry 19

After my return to this plane, I deliberated with the werewolves on hand about their politics, yet again. It seemed strange to me that they would be so very adamant about this ancient heart ritual that they would bow to any man, even if they took the heart outside of werewolf territory and disgraced everything they meant. I suppose they assume that if someone unworthy eats this heart, than they can kill that man, but if the heart remains uneaten, then there will never be a leader proper. I tried talking reason into them, possibly electing a board of leaders from the tribes, but it appears that, even though they all seek peace, none of them are willing to extend their necks, as it were, to make that peace happen. Their bottom line is, eat a heart, gain their respect… which is every bit as barbaric as it sounds.

The only useful piece of information that was gained was that the demon-werewolf clan was already en route to the nearest village, well, not the nearest, but the nearest village that has necromancers, well, the nearest one that was recently invaded by my necromancers, not that I have any necromancers. I set off post haste to attempt to cut them off, as I cannot consider any positive outcomes of the combination of demon-werewolves and necromancers, but at this I found I had a great deal of trouble, as my wagon is not meant for any off-trail adventures. It was quite a surprise to find out that after my haste, and inability to overcome the obstacles, I came out ahead of the creatures. Thus ensued, as these barbaric creatures would always do, a combat. I was prepared, however, with silver pellet grenades, and once the leader was felled, the rest snapped in line.

We only had to go a little ways further to see a wonderful sight, thousands of undead raised from the corpses of this village! Of course, this posed a problem to me, as the necromancer’s next ingredient is a skull fashioned from a multitude of dead, so I had to devise a plan to stop the production of this. There are around seven necromancers, and the murder of any of them or their undead in town would send up a horribly outnumbering alert, so it was deduced that a stealth assassination was in order. Naturally, the most heavily guarded and secluded place, a tower, is where the leader is held up. He seems only to come out every so often to present whatever it is he is finding, but the time in between his appearances gives the best window of opportunity. He will be my first target, and from there, I plan to establish a base of operations to commit the rest to death, hopefully quietly. I am not often one for stealth, or assassination, or necromancers, or even unpaved roads, but this surely will be for a purpose worthy of exceeding my comfort zone.

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