Carrion Captain's Crown

From the begining to the infected.

I have arrived at Ravengro at last. The past couple days of travel have been unfriendly in my mihiss haps of being a creature of abnormal figure… visually. But today is the day of the Funeral For the doctor . I look around in my cloaked figure. i know it isnt a good fashion at a funeral . but im am likely to be burned if i wereh to show myself. I look to see a few weird looking face’sss. never the less most human. I offered to help carry the casssket along with the weird bunch. we have a strange little person named Rominac all though small im sure he would make a good snack. Grigore a claric who is very fearful of things. everyone has there own fears but… he brings a new level of excitment. Slickback a paladin of nobal honor im not sure what to make of him quite yet . a sorcerer from a strange land . and the bow man elf Valen . we were the volanteersss to carry the casssket of the doctor towards his grave. We were stopped by some angry villagers. After there leaders first word was uttered the little man throw a dagger at there his feet hence for the farmers attacking. i slowly put down the casket and drew my ssheild and sword. I was aiming to only knock out the farmers for they were not skilled at fighting . after a few minutes we knock them all out. The cleric of the town healed them and skulded them for how foolish they were being. After this we continued to the barreil spot for the dear doctor’sss body. Afterwards the Doctors Daughter came to us telling us there was a will that her father had intended for us. We went to her house and in the will was listed 4 books to go to sperate people. We can only give them to these people at one month after the seal of the will being opened. Ssso im stuck with all of these people for a while a month until then we must figure out of the mystery of the doctors death and why he went to harrowstone and who was after him. On another topic the people i have learn to call friend are not hitting me with flaming pitch forks because of my scaley skin but i still have the cloak because i understand the entention of the town people if my true idientiy is found. so i search information about this whispering way. i found little about them. but at night is the time of rest that i need. near morning i am waken by the cleric saying the littler one who they refur to as a demon now,has heared something down stairs. I rolled my eyes and fell back to sleep. In the day time i search for more knowledge about the whispering way . i still find little needed. So in order to talk to the towns folk i wrapped myself up in bandage’s hoping it would help with the situations. but it only made it worse. after a while my friends slick and gore found me and said something about going to the prison .on out way back toward the house we found a tasty snack by the name of Lazlo. we then all headed toward the prison. at the prison we faught hundreds of rats crawling around in a room. it reminded me a bit of my favorite meal dwarf on a stick. after being hurt by these rats i wasnt feeling so well. Another thing we faught was a scythe that had two arms on its handle. After taking a while to hurt and kill it we decided going back to the town would be safer at this point.
I tryed a mask on that the little on has bought me i thought it was quite the mask it is used to make it so i can talk to people by scaring them less. but no body thought i was in a good enough disgusie. so i had to stay home with the Little thing . After a couple hours he segest that we go to the local bar. When we get there i see my friends they looked a bit pale but im sure nothing to bad didnt happen. for the next day we all rested. but on thusday i was able to help my good friends gore and romy with cleaning out the cemetary of weeds, children, and reanimating body parts all with a single hoe and sword. after words we went to check out the memorial for the prison guard and there was blood that . what sick person would do such a thing. After investagating this i felt it was a nice time to go to bed. after a couple hours i was waken by the cleric again. so i went with slick and got the sharuff and went back to sleep in my world of dwarf eating.

Dusting the broom with justice
It was a valiant battle, it raged for hours. The afternoon was wearing on when we met a most unusual Dwarf named Lazlo, I think we may have partied together back in Vegas during the 70s. That, however, is another story for another time. He was a friend of the good proffessor, traveling to consult him on matters most dire. His death seemed to come as a shock, although he quickly recovered at mention of the “The Whispering Way.” He seemed to share my…panache, penchant, call it what you will…for the slaying of the undead, so we manned up and set off for Harrowstone in a quest to destroy evil. There was the good priest and my trusted partner, Grigore, as well as Lazlo, and Vannter the dwarf eating snake thingy, what have you. We were a manly group, set out to do manly things in a manly way, and still be home in time for dinner. Our number was four and four was the number we needed to smite evil that day my friend. Evil found us faster than Aretha Franklin finds fried chicken, we were swarmed, almost overwhelmed by thousands of rats. The battle was long, the bodies many, Vannter snacked on them. I, of course, was glorious. Long may the bards sing to my glory. But, that was only an appetizer for the feast of evil smiting we were about to indulge in. We were attacked by a most nasty and pernicious broom; it was seventeen feet long if it was ten, on one end was a vicious seven foot razor sharp blade-rusted by the blood of it’s past victims, and it tried to sweep away the sweet dust of our righteousness. Let them call it what they will, a scythe or what have you, but I know a broom when I see one. We would not be swayed, for hours we traded blows. I took a short break for some Potion of Healing and a smoke. Lazlo, did some site seeing. Vannter and Grigore were relentless in their pursuit of divine justice. Then, our spellcasters ran out of spells. It was a dark time in the belly of the beast that only seasoned adventurers would understand as our mortality danced a wicked game of do see do with the grim reapers own house cleaning item. In the end the evil broom was destroyed by the mercy of the gods themselves, that and a blow from my Flail of Missing All the Damn Time. Now we are tired, I need a cigarrette and a beer. I wonder what is for dinner. Surely, there must be a feast in our honor tonight. Let the bells of Iomedae’s divine blessing ring through valley and mountain. Let them sing, “The Broom has fallen.”

Editors Note: Upon further fact checking it appears certain aspects of the afternoons outing may have been greatly exagerrated, particularly anything involving the Paladin Named Slickback.

Words spoken from a true ladies man

From DaveSoldavini:

I have better things to do. Like not be in Ustalav sitting around a dull village, not even an orphanage to go help the ladies at. At least the debt will be paid soon, and this Kendra Lorrimar! Thank goodness the ladies dig my funky self so much. She just can’t let it show in front of the others, I understand. This Harrowstone sounds interesting, I am sure there is no shortage of evil to vanquish within it’s walls and with the aid of Valen, Girgore, and Vannter I am sure it could be done. There’s a strange fellow involved however, a pre-pubescent lad named Rominac. I trust him as far as I can throw him, actually about half as far as I can throuw him plus twice my strength bonus without using my Dwarf Tossing Feat. He attacked some superstitious villagers at the good Proffessors funeral, and nearly dropped his casket in the process. Luckily the little lad is too short to have been much help and I was able to prevent a catrastophe .I guess when you are that small anything can scare you, even some villagers out gardening in a graveyard mistaking the good proffessor for a Necromancer. An unfortunate misunderstanding that could have been easily corrected. There is something untrustworthy about this Rominac, why the mask? Why send me away to find the group for aid then descend into the crypt alone? Why is he vandalizing Kendra’s house and attacking other guests in the middle of the night? And the matter of the books, strange. Too many questions, at this rate I’ll have to keep the villagers from burning him at the stake. If they do it for all the right reasons do I have to stop them? This Paladin thing sounded easy when my High School guidance counselor suggested it but it is kind of a pain in the butt. Well, I need a cigarette before prayers. I will have to finish this later.


Day one,
I arrived in Ravengro only just in time for Professor Lorrimars funeral. Unfortunately I did not arrive early as I had hoped and was unable to aid in preparing the professor for his final journey. I placed the prayer I had written on his casket, I am saddened that it was not wrapped with him properly. The ceremony was not uneventful as one of the late professors “friends”, a demon who calls itself Rominac, attacked several townsfolk who had expressed a concern over the placement of the professors remains. Lady forgive me, but I froze and did nothing to stop his madness. With Pharasma’s blessing I did manage to return the townsfolk to health after it was over. I must learn to act quicker or I fear I will never see home again.
There were several other friends of the Professors in attendance,
Valen, a quiet fellow, not sure what to make of him yet.
A paladin named Slickback, seems a good man, solid in battle. Not so good with the ladies.
Vannter, most confident in battle but is hideous to look upon. I’m sure the townsfolk will
burn him at the stake before he leaves Ravengro.
Tim the enchanter, didn’t get to spend much time with him.
Rominac, I believe he is a halfling fiend, won’t make it out of town alive. will most likely
kill him in the morning.

Day two,
Was awakened by Valen, only to find out the foul Rominac had attacked Tim the enchanter and Kendra for removing nails from a window. My hopes of spending the day in study, finding the names the Professor was after, were interrupted by that halfling fiend. Apparently he had seen a snail or something and needed the entire party to complete his task. We found the supplies the professor had mentioned in his note, they will most certainly come in handy in the days to follow. Thank the Lady, there was no one interred in the crypt as I had feared.
After gaining further insight into the Professors studies, I see the reason for the townsfolks concerns. Although I do not question his motives, He was Treading on dangerous ground. Was he seeking an alchemical solution to the undead in Ustalov? Perhaps tomorrow I will find those names the professor thought so important.

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