Kida Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:30 am
After Kendra made her polite and timely exit, Millie sprung up from the chair she was sitting in to shuffle back behind the desk in order to look over the will that remained there. Adjusting her glasses in order to better read the script, her lips moved silently as she read before leaning back with a twist of her mouth. She had been around the Professor long enough to know well enough what his scholarly handwriting looked like, and this will of his matched it perfectly. What’s more, there were several signatures authorizing the document near the bottom, coupled with an official seal of wax by whoever the original solicitor was who notarized the written contents.
In short, it looked pretty damn legit.
“I’unno Balta... I’m no solicitor, but it looks official enough to me. Plus, I wouldn’t peg the Professor as the sort to be dealing with unofficial documentation, especially when it came to legal situations with leaving his inheritance and estates for Kendra.” Righting herself from the hunched over position, the spectacles on Millie’s face were slid up the bridge of her nose with one finger as she looked between the two men before her.
“Why not... Think of it as a vacation! Time away from the mundane routine at the Crimson Court to relax and explore a town completely unknown by us! Not to mention the reward that will be received at the end once these tomes are returned to where they best belong.” Nod nodding her head quickly, which caused her red curls to bounce, she was quite pleased with her little analogy. Then again, Millie always was a sucker for adventure; she had to be as an Alchemist.
When Kevin turned and questioned her politely, she couldn’t help but giggle as a coy smile spread across her freckled features. “This is my first time in Ravengro to be completely honest. I’ve always wanted to visit the Professor, but unfortunately have always been so very busy with my own research. As for records of his travels?” She paused to gesture towards the myriad of books which lined the walls of the study. “The vast collection of books he has accumulated tells tale of all his travels and adventures. Had anything specific in mind?”
Catching sight of the key that had clattered to the desk earlier when the councilmen opened the scroll case, Millie plucked it up between index finger and thumb to look it over more closely before continuing to answer Kevin. “In regards to Ravengro, I know a little bit of the town’s history that I can share with ya’. Whatever I don’t know I’m sure, with the right collection of information, I can figure out. I wonder if the town has a library...”
Voice trailing in thought, her attention was forced towards the study door as Kendra reappeared with the object in hand. The chest itself was a relatively small object of oak and iron. As she moved towards the desk, any could tell that she looked nervous about the contents contained within. Seeing that Millie had the key, she was more than happy to let the Alchemist do the honors of opening it up.
Which she did.
The key fit perfectly into the lock, and after giving it a good twist the chest popped open without issue. Within the chest, for any who came forward to look, were several old tomes and one relatively new one. The newest tome sits on the top and bears the phrase “Read me now!” scratched into the leather cover.
“How odd... This looks like one of the Professor’s journals...” Millie spoke aloud, though the statement was more to herself than to the others huddled around her. Reaching a hand forward to pick it up, she’d open the cover to flip through a couple of the pages before nodding to confirm her suspicions. It was indeed one of Petros’ many record keepers of his life, which meant the rest of the tomes in the chest comprise of the books of dangerous lore mentioned in the Professor’s will.
Though Millie was eager to further examine these old and allegedly dangerous tomes in further detail, the demanding phrase on the journal tugged at her curiosity far more. Skimming through it, the majority of the entries were relatively bland, accounting for day-to-day activities in a small town. There were several entries that caught her attention however, what with the fresh red ink that had been used to circle them. After taking a moment to read through a few of them, Millie’s complexion instantly grew pale as her eyes widened. Looking up towards everyone, she gulped slowly.
“You.... You gotta’ hear this...” And with that, she began to read:
“Ten Years Ago:
The Whispering Way is more than just a cabal of necromancers. I see that now. Undeath is their fountain of youth. Uncovering their motivation does not place me at ease as I thought it might. Their desire to be eternal simply makes them more dangerous.
“Two Months Ago:
It is as I had feared. The Way is interested in something here in Ravengro. But what could it be?
“One Month Ago:
Whatever the Way seeks, I am now convinced their goal is connected to Harrowstone. In retrospect, I suppose it all makes sense—the stories they tell about the ruins in town are certainly chilling enough. It may be time to investigate the ruins, but with everyone in town already being so worked up about them, I’d rather not let the others know about my curiosity—there’s plenty of folks hereabouts who already think I’m a demonologist or a witch or something. Ignorant fools.
“Twenty Days Ago:
It is confirmed. The Way seems quite interested in something—no, strike that—someone who was held in Harrowstone. But who, specifically, is the Way after? I need a list of everyone who died the night of the fire. Everyone. The Temple of Pharasma must have such a list.
“Eighteen Days Ago:
I see now just how ill prepared I was when I last set out for the Harrowstone. I am lucky to have returned at all. The ghosts, if indeed they were ghosts (for I did not find it prudent to investigate further) prevented me from transcribing the strange symbols I found etched along the foundation—hopefully on my next visit I will be more prepared. Thankfully, the necessary tools to defend against spirits are already here in Ravengro. I know that the church of Pharasma used to store them in a false crypt in the Restlands at the intersection between Eversleep and the Black Path. I am not certain if the current clergy even know of what their predecessors have hidden down below. If my luck holds, I should be able to slip in and out with a few borrowed items.
“Seventeen Days Ago:
Tomorrow evening I return to the prison. It is imperative the Way does not finish. My caution has already cost me too much time. I am not sure what will happen if I am too late, but if my theory is right, the entire town could be at risk. I don’t have time to update my will, so I’ll leave this in the chest where it’ll be sure to be found, should the worst come to pass...”
While reading, Millie had unknowingly lowered herself into the plush chair behind her as she felt her knees grow weak. The last entry, if she wasn’t mistaken, was written on the same day the Professor had died. Lowering the journal, she looked towards Balta and Kevin.