There is something very wrong in this town. Something more than goblin attacks and magic. It’s not the first time that I’ve guessed that everything might be linked but I’ve rarely been so frustrated by it.
A look inside a trunk in the barmaid’s confirmed everything and I do not know whether to be relieved or troubled. Bree had not tried to kill us. A shapeshifter had taken her place, and it had taken her place recently. In the morning it was discovered that the late Innkeeper, Tak, shared the same brutal fate as Bree. That’s two more lives lost due to our pursuits. Despite the good we’ve done, it makes me wonder if we should have ever come here, or if we should continue to stay.
The guards were alerted before I could intervene, another brilliant idea by my one of my companions. They’re really on a roll in their decision making as of late. The guard’s reaction was far better than I could have hoped. We were evicted and left without a warm place to stay, but remain free from arrest.
I sought the mayor for answers, both to where we might find room and board as well as details about the ledger. Unfortunately, he was also seeking us for help with another matter. When it rains, it pours. Orin, a farmer, had just arrived with his family, driven from his land by the sight of some beasts working his land. When my companions heard the tale, they reacted as should be expected, with an eager hunger for adventure and heroics. Alas, a simple chronicler can do little more than follow and document yet I cannot help but think that rushing from one threat to the next is doing little more than treating the symptoms rather than the underlying cause. At least it makes for a good tale and a more exciting epic, and exciting it was.
The beasts that Orin described were still there. As I suspected from the information he gave me, they were giant heaps of flesh that we had previously encountered. This time, though, they weren’t alone and they weren’t after us. Accompanied by two winged creatures that acted as look outs, they were working a pit that we later discovered to be filled with undead.
The response by companions was swift and effective, as it often is in these situations. They seem to have grown over these past few days, unleashing amazing feats from calling down lightning to summoning some otherworldly beast. It was like some nightmare made real, with countless pale tentacles that that writhed and clung to all within reach, and the sounds they made… It was all awesome but terrifying and makes me all the more wary of what Malvo is capable of.
Not to be outdone, Kriv on his newly summoned stead was glorious in combat and rode down the vile, spiked creature as it tried to hurl fire from afar. MacPhearson’s unbound wrath continues to surprise me as he cleaved through our foes, carving through the monstrosities with little effort. When the dust settled, we were left with even more questions as we discovered that it wasn’t the flesh beasts working the pits, but milling undead armed with shovels and pick axes. As I said before, it’s not the first time that I’ve guessed that everything might be linked.