As I write this, I am sitting in an inn in the town of Shadowmount, the last town before we arrive at Daedalus' keep. It is a dark, dank, and dreary place, and makes the Firnokt look like a resort location. We arrived just yesterday. After talking with Markus we decided that perhaps the best way to approach the Marquis was to use minimal obfuscation and that this might be his way of summoning us to him for some reason.
Also I purchased a trunk full of "old illegible books" from Markus, and found quite a treasure trove of old material. New domains, instructions on how to tap in to certain special abilities; texts similar to what was found in the ossuary on our way to the Necromancer's Tower. I have bound them and titled them "The Waymeet Texts", and will send them to the shelves shortly.
The next morning we left for Shadowmount, after a merchant attempted to gouge us for a cart. It is cold, and grey, and desolate here, and the isolation has bred in me a kind of sorrowful longing for home. On our trip we were attacked by 10 or so bandits. Bajol and Fedor, handled the bulk of the bandits, and I actually knocked out 2 horses. That was fun. We captured 2 of the bandits, and I think that the horses they rode on were smarter than these guys. We bound them and took them prisoner, with the intention of turning them over to the Marquis and letting him deal out the law of the land.
On our way to the town we encountered another band of people; this time a group on patrol. These "red sashes" were friendly, helpful, and seemed very excited to be talking to the Knights of Mist Valley. We shared a beer or two, and they took the prisoners off our hands. They actually strung them up to a tree right then and there, as Frumious was giving them last rites. One curious thing, when we said that that is probably what the Marquis would have done, one of the guards muttered that the Marquis would probably eat them. Osgood, sometimes I get the feeling that we are riding headlong int the biggest mistake we have ever made.
Then yesterday evening, just as the sun was setting, we arrived in Shadowmount. A strange place. It feels like the citizens of this town are expressions of the lonely, isolated, cold, and gray landscape and reflect that in their wary glances and thick doors. You also get the feeling that this is a town of terrorized citizens. I assumed it was living under the shadow of the Marquis, but to my surprise it was something else entirely.
First thing I noticed was the town square is built up, over, and around something very old. Very old. I don't know what it is built upon. We didn't have the time to investigate as you will soon learn. I hope to return to it soon. We secured lodging, and were informed by town guard that NO ONE goes out at night. After dinner, we retired to our rooms where I resisted sleep for as long as possible. Then, just as I was falling asleep I hear a long, low moan fill the town. A keening sound that chilled you to the bone. I quickly opened the shutter on my window to see a female figure in a long black dress and veil gliding over the village. I think it was something called a Banshee. I made a very rough sketch, as it was dark and she was moving, and am including it in this entry. She only flew over once and I then fell back to a fitful sleep. This morning I will ask the others if they heard it as well.
Well that is all the news I have so far. I anxiously await news from home. Also, if you can do some research on banshee's and ways to defeat them. Just in case.
Until my next entry, be well, and may Omnos guide and protect us all.
Grigor
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