The Raven's Kiss
Chest of Documents
Journal Entry 1
I cannot explain the attraction this keep seems to hold for the beasts, except to say that after remaining here for a time I begin to feel an aura. Maybe a presence. Or maybe it is my imagination. So far we have lost men in two separate attacks by monstrous wolves out of the mountains. Jon says they’re Worgs. They are aggressive, and seem restless. At all times of the day they roam the grounds around the keep, staying in the forest shadows. The giant insects are just as bad, though since we’ve closed the storeroom off they seem content to keep to themselves.
The worst is, of course, the creature that hold the top of the tower. We lost five men to it the first night, and no one got a good look at it. The men have blocked off the stairs, and most refuse to go beyond the second floor now. Though that will have to change when we have need of the cells. I hope only that our work here is done quickly so we can leave this hell-cursed tower and move on to our next location.
These rabble that call themselves clergy will indeed be useful. We lost several of our former stock, as they remained defiant and ruined the turning process. The ones you sent me are weaker, but more pliable. Do whatever you must to send me more as soon as possible. Our master is pleased with our progress, and it won’t be long before the world is at our feet.
There isn’t much more I can do here in Greensborough. Things are moving along well, and I think its time I come see how things are going in Eastwick. I should be arriving a night or two after the new moon. I’ll be bringing a few of my “friends” to help with various tasks. I think you’ll be rather impressed with the improvements I’ve made. Very soon we’ll have Eastwick turned, and we’ll have a true foothold.
No! You were remain at the tower. I don’t give a damn about pest problems, take care of them. My reports indicate that the old keep is a point of old superstition among the locals. They claim the minor lord that built it so ago found an artifact among the mountains, an ancient power, and took it as his own. The thing changed him, and ruined his mind. I know not what truth can be found in such a story, but used properly, this tale alone will speed your progress considerably. Let it be known that your men stay within the keep, and the townsfolk will let their imaginations and gossips do half your work for you. make it happen.
Yes, we have had some success in Greensborough, but not nearly as much as we should be having. As earlier stated, you and your men were far too careless and moved too quickly. Try to exercise more caution in Eastwick, and keep that dog, Ralhar, on a tighter leash. We need these people to lose hope to have the highest success rate, and his aggressive methods tend to put men’s backs up. I look forward to better news and fewer excuses in your next progress report.
Our master has instructed me to warn you. There is a halfling in Eastwick named Jenkins. His reach is longer than it would first seem. There are too many men asking the right questions these days to be coincidence. They are careful, and the ones we catch don’t speak much. Luthar was able to pull a bit of information from one of their corpses, and we have reason to believe that this Jenkins will not sit idly. Be on your guard, and dispose of anyone leaving or entering the town. I’m sending you more men with special instructions to guard the road to Fallcrest. Exercise caution.