Blurnsday, 10th of Febtober, 1343
I have decide to record my experiences to prepare others of the Watch should I perish.
I have just had the misfortune to experience a most distressing series of events which may well prove to portent dark days to come.
It seems I was abducted from the Vastwoods at night, although I do not know how. When I woke, I was in a poorly lit and manor which appeared to have been left to decay for many years. I woke in a small room, accompanied by, as unbelieveable as it may seem, a Raksha warrior, and an odd little Elven sorcerer. We encountered a young girl by the name of Penelope, who we quickly determined was in fact a ghost, and followed her as she ran through fields of corn.
We lost Penelope in the corn, but discovered that a number of animated scarecrows were less than pleased by our presence in their field. They attacked us, and I must admit, on gave me quite a fright, but the Elf, whom I later came to know as Danyal, promptly set fire to the scarecrows, and the filed. The Raksha, Kihrazad, attempted to dispatch one of the creatures, but decided to throw her sword on the ground instead. What an unusual culture.
After exiting the now burning field, we found ourselves in Creekpoint, a village beset by a number of Shadows, which appeared to be draining the very essence of life out of the poor villagers. The only one we observed to be unaffected by this blight was an elderly woman obsessed with stirring her stew, and petting Kihrazad. We had a discussion with her about the house and village, and Danyal accepted her offer of stew. The woman then implied that she was eating her visitors, and lunged at Kihrazad with a kitchen knife. Fortunate for her, I put an arrow through the woman’s eye before she could harm the Raksha. In fact, the arrow pinned the woman’s corpse to the wall.
The three of us then began to search her house, looking for clues as to what had occurred in the town. We found the corpse of the woman’s pet cat, half harvested for her stews. In the cellar we found a necklace bearing the cameo of a young courtesan from West Valley. It is also worthy to note that the cellar was full of dismembered humanoid bodies. When we returned to the main floor, we found that my arrow remained in the wall, but the woman was going. We left immediately. (Upon further reflection, it is possible the woman did not survive, and was perhaps a ghoul. I shall have to return to gather further evidence.)
We came upon the ghost child once again, and followed her to her house. Following her in to the house, we discovered her poor, lifeless body hanging from a noose. The ghost told us of a note, left for her when her parents disappeared, which read ‘Your parents don’t love you anymore. They’ve come to live with me.’ It was signed La comtesse de la maison. The ghost told us that the comtesse resided in West Valley.
Suddenly, we were ambushed by a trio of Shadows, although it was a simple matter to dispatch them. After Kihrazad and Danyal exited the house, I followed, setting fire to the building as I left. It is my hope that the Shadows were destroyed in that fire, and the village was once again safe for the living.
The presence of such a rare form of undead in an otherwise quiet, country town is alarming. Perhaps the time is approaching to sound the call.