This is the log entry series of Dr. Joston Elveret, chronicling my excursion to the home of the late Professor Lorrimor in Ravengro, Ustalav. I had not intended on chronicling these events in log form, as I have bread back home that shall spoil as I write these pages, but the formaldehyde should well preserve all my mixing ingredients. I am certain, too, that my collection of fly larvae will also mature while I am abroad, but this experiment can and shall be recreated upon my return.
Upon arrival to Ravengro, I was greeted and bid to attend the Professor’s funeral the proceeding day. Customs include wearing Red for mourning, though I only have my tweed overcoat, and sewing coins into the eyes of the dead, burying them in designated locations of holy ground. The superstition of coins was invented to pay the dead to stay buried, though I do not foresee the application of money translating properly to the deceased in regards to whether they are risen or not; potential side effects of the misnomer may motivate petty grave-robbers to dig up corpses for their eyes and exposing the corpses to Necromantic sorts… ill thought out. On necromancy, a motley mob stopped the progression of the burial of the remains, siting that the Professor dabbled in Necromancy. I had stated that I do not do such a thing, but they did not listen to me, only to the other pallbearer, who walked in the funeral with a sword. The casket was comprised of pine and marble, a fine use of pine and a waste of marble, and the casket was lowered via a clever mechanical system, and I stated my intentions to return the three vials of Viscous Durrian I had borrowed in the last visit the Professor gave to my laboratory.
The reading of the will was to follow, for which the Professor had named me beneficiary within. The will dictated that I stay in the town with his daughter for a month reading his books, for which he had selected ten or so that contain most curious information. I shall have to read them all within my stay here. In doing so, the Professor will offer monetary compensation to conclude his wishes, though it is a debt I will gladly repay as I had not returned the proper Viscus Durrian earlier, and his tomes entice me.
She had let us stay at the Professor’s house, and he exhibited quite an extensive laboratory of his own. The house servants add wolvesbane to the tea to ward off spirits, an interesting theory I must test for validity. The Professor was working on a theory that the town was haunted, or that there was something amiss, though his note’s vagaries did not conclude much more then a Necromantic cult up to something. It was this hypothesis he was verifying when he was beheaded by a gargoyle in a prison. The Professor was planning to remove a list of prisoners from a false tomb, but went to the prison first, where he had a vial containing something in stasis that had escaped, and thief’s tools. His searches are quite intriguing, and some men I met at the house offered to go to the church he spoke of to investigate. While a man with a large sword talked inside, I intended on determining if the church was his target for burglary, but was informed that I should merely ask. A member of the church said they had not been burgled, so this was not his target. Apparently, the Professor came to this church a lot and told of his going to the prison, but was advised against it.
We returned for supper when a ghostly raven knocked, ever so politely, on the window upstairs. As we approached, it did not come in, but instead flew off in the direction a ghostly child was seen. I was curious about this seeming ghost magnet, so I followed. On my way out of the house, I met a fellow alchemist who too wanted to pay the ghosts some money. When we arrived at the fountain, we listed the names of the fallen victims of the prison’s fire in my notebook, and met a wonderful ghost child who turned out to not be a ghost, but instead a child. She was bringing her ghost raven flowers, as evidence indicated she had done a multitude of times before. She was going to bring us to meet her parents when three bloody ravens sprung from the fountain. I was startled at first, and concocted bombs from what I had at hand to stave them off, but quickly realized this was a phenomenon known as a “haunt”. In this, ghosts play out cycles of history or malice in an attempt to, as it would seem, draw attention to their plight. I quickly located the body of the dead raven, and some nice men and a woman defeated the bloody haunt’s manifestations.
One of the people remembered shooting a man who the girl didn’t like earlier, so we brought her home, and then went looking for this potential raven murderer. The man had many traps of ill-hiding around his place, but all of which were easily spotted and even disarmed; perhaps if he had used a weighted pulley system attached to a pressure plate… but I digress. I set his house on fire, and asked to talk, for which he kindly allowed me into his home. The man was considered mad by those who were in his house, but I listened anyway, because he was referencing pages from one of the Professor’s books. His house plotted out a complex cult for which the ghost child was the leader of.
We asked him to apologize to the fountain for killing a raven in it, and he agreed, but when we got there another skirmish broke out. Fake gargoyle shades tried to attack us, but no one believed in them, and then the man burst into a hydrogoogle, or some such creature, that feasts on Intelligent brains. Quickly, three innocent bystanders were paralyzed by it’s magics, but a large gentleman showed up, and between his fists and my bombs, we splattered this creature. I remember reading vaguely about this form of creature, and will begin reading the Professor’s book on what we encountered tonight.
This town is interesting, and there are many curiosities here. Never before have I witnessed a haunt first hand, and tonight I saw two. There is a great deal of valuable spiritual research to be collected here, and I may well be able to fill a full month with wonderful data collection.