The outward inn gifts us with free room and board, I smile as I think back and realize I have yet to pay for anything anyways but I can appreciate a gift even if they washed my clothes. I will wait until I move on to re-inscribe my clothing, to much time will be spent at it but practice is never a bad thing mother cant help but chime in. I gather my thoughts over our morning meal and speak openly “I need to research how to defeat haunts and ghosts, physical attacks will often have little affect but if we can find an item that is keeping them fettered and in this realm. Well destroying that will often weaken of destroy the spirit. I am glad as the group agrees and the half orc accompanies his expertise in religion may provide more fruitful answers then mine.
I find my thoughts divided as Lackmar and myself study, the other set out to learn about the town and the members of the leadership. I hope they find nothing sinister as it my prove to make things very complicated, but I would be impressed. I am learning Senor has a silver tongue, im sure if anything is amiss she will find it. mothers thoughts enter my own warning me not to trust in others until they prove themselves, I bite my tongue I don’t want to fight right now.
The paladin and druid fill us in one the travels and reputations of the council members, a few things stand out but nothing definitive enough to take action on. A bit of dread drifts into my thoughts as we plan to return to the prison, I prepare my self for the oppressive feeling that lingers there.
Everything seems to be going well when we stumble into a freezing spot, I guess aloud that not only was this a theater but inmates where judged here. I have never felt such cold, we press on but what hides behind the locked door haunts my thoughts im sure its something important. Senore opens a door and enters a boiler room, before half of us have entered the great metal beast roars and lashes at her with a flaming tongue like whip I scramble to pull her out before we loose her.
An almost guiding force pulls us toward the old prison temple, the feeling of the haunted spirits fades here but a trio of giant spiders attacks us. They are easily overcome and I am glad to have more venom to trade for other useful items, everyone wants the dangerous stuff but no one wants to seek it.
So far the haunts have been more annoying then powerful with exception to ember maw the giant possessed boiler, we open a door and find a skeleton just as a ghost emerges from the pile of old sewing. I am a bit taken with her as she explains who she is Visorianna was the wardens wife and was locked in this room just before the fir, I pity her and admire the charge she has taken. She tells us many robed people killed the professor and she has taken up her husbands duty since these visitors did something to her late husbands ghost. I take her warning to heart and her plea she wishes us to destroy the 5 powerful spirits that are gaining in power, after they are dispatched she feels she can handle the rest. I agree without thinking and mother growls in my ear, foolish cub she taunts. I know she is right but this is what I was looking for a chance to cut my teeth and gain some real power.
I feel like a coward as we march back to town for rest and supplies to make a deeper delve into Harrowstone.