With the lunar naga defeated, we made our way back to the bone lady. We arrived at her hut to find her crumpled on the ground with Verdin standing above her. She had been investigating a rift in the vale and encountered the Dark Rider. In the ensuing battle, she sustained a mortal wound. She asked us to help her to her bed so she may pass in peace. Fortunately she was able to help guide our next course of action before the light would eventually take her.
She told us we are seeking a dark book of prophecies by Ahn Ainollan, a high priest wizard who had worked for the Nameless One. The book is likely in a huge hidden temple in Duskwood. With that last bit of information, she gave me a piece of bone, with a design etched into it, the valleys rust-colored from what appeared to be blood. Though I could not detect any magic in the item, perhaps it is some kind of compass or key. Her last words were “one that is lost is not gone, but also not what they once were”. Then the great light appeared at her midsection, and grew until it enveloped her entire hut, before blinking out.
With Duskwood our next target, we headed first to Kulthin to gather supplies and perhaps meet back up with Captain Bayland. We reached the city gates at the end of our 14th day to find them closed for the night. The simple-minded guard refused us entry, and after much antagonization, produced Captain Ganis. Mayor Thurgis’ letter held no weight with the captain, and it wasn’t until Yerold produced the Council’s letter, that we were allowed inside the city. We spent the night at an inn, gratis, due to our association with Council. In the morning we received a letter from Chancellor Bartis and met with all three chancellors, learning that Sorcerer Therin was out on a research mission.
Keeping our next course of action cloaked in vaguerities, we let the chancellors know we would keep King and Queen Yarmin along with the Wizard Undis apprised of our travel through the log.
Most of the group headed to Wizard Curu’s shoppe to inquire about how best to deal with the evil amulet Verdin now holds, while Salty and I made a few stops to resupply. With the Wizard Curu unable to provide a permanent solution for the amulet, the group purchased a magical pathfinder bag to hopefully contain some of the evil held within the amulet.
Caster and I then decided to research some of our new information at the great library of wizardry, while the rest of the group headed to the docks to try to speak with Captain Bayland. In the library I found a book that detailed the War of Shadow, the Creator vs. the Nameless One. It spoke of an amulet worn by Ahn Ainollan, matching the description of the amulet now posessed by Verdin. It also told tales of ritual sacrifices performed by the high priest in Duskwood, detailing hearts cut out and bodies dumped into the gates of hell. Clearly this amulet should be cast to depths of the Cordissian Ocean. Knowing Verdin’s reluctance to part with the amulet, Caster and I stopped at the apothicary and purchased some oil of taggit, should Verdin need to be subdued.
We met back up with the rest of the group and found that Captain Bayland next trip was headed along the opposite coast. Knowing that the Eastern Desert should be avoided, such that we could not reach the Cordissian Ocean before arriving at Duskwood if travelling by horse, Caster and I pushed the group to try to find some other ship sailing north along Rhuldain’s coast.
Salty received a letter from his brother, inviting us to dine with him that evening. Upon learning that he had studied much about the Nameless One, we decided to have Yerold and Verdin dine back at the inn, while Salty, Caster and myself would meet with his brother.
We arrived at a large estate and made the acquaintence of one Tranda Lamachia, Salty’s brother. He spoke of his current profession as a merchant vaguely and we began dinner. Soon into the meal, Yerold and Verdin walked through the door as well, Yerold judging his escorts guilty and sentencing them to death. Tranda then demanded we end our quest and relenquish the amulet. Based on Yerold’s judgement, Caster and I knew that battle would soon be at hand, while Salty tried to reason with his brother. When the first blows were struck, I charged my blade and confronted Tranda. With one precise strike, I cut Salty’s brother shoulder to side. The rest of the battle involved our group dispatching the remainder of Tranda’s guards, while Salty attempted to drag his brother’s severed corpse. When the battle commenced, Caster aided Salty in carrying the pieces of Tranda’s corpse to back of the estate for burial. When his man servant appeared, screaming murder and calling for the city guards I immediatly attempted to subdue him. Yerold refused to aid me, instead helping to call for the guards as well. When they arrived at the scene of the massacre, they obviously wanted us to go to the barracks for questioning. While Yerold, Verdin and I agreed without argument, it sounded like Salty and Caster were less than cooperative…