The Edge of Darkness

14 Early-winter, 758

Several days have passed since Thurik, Moe, and Sophia last saw the light of day, since they began their descent into darkness, into the tomb of Grey Ravenshaw…

The descent has been arduous, pushing everyone to their limits. There have been endless puzzles and traps—one more insidious and deadlier than the last.

So Thurik, Moe, and Sophia have been forced to rest often, but resting has been frustrating; because everyone understands as they rest people are dying in town. Also, each passing day is one day closer to the resurrection of Grey Ravenshaw.

Death has been elusive, but for how much longer?

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Sophia’s Journal – Day 7

After checking on everyone in the Temple and revitalizing our bodies with food and sleep, we received a most peculiar message…from Alabaster the cat. Though he was no ordinary cat, he was as we thought, Gray’s familiar. He wanted us to meet him in the back of Ravenshaw Manor at noon the next day. Our curiosity piqued, we couldn’t help but go.

When we arrived, his voice seemed to come from the trees surrounding us and we never actually saw him. We had to leave, he said. Leave Hadley and let what happened to the people actually happen. As barter, he would allow myself to be cured and not harm us, but Thurik spoke for all of us and blatantly refused. Good ol’ Thurik, always wise, always right. We then knew we were on the right track, however slow getting here, we were on the way.

We left immediately for the tomb. Climbing the cliffs on the East side of Hadley, we came upon a cave. Of course, being somewhat “junior” investigators, we headed right in. Moe first to check for traps, followed by Thurik and myself. About halfway in this dark tunnel, a large stone blocked our exit and the door we found at the end of the tunnel, we quickly realized was false. We were trapped! Not sure if it was my imagination, but the air was becoming thinner and thinner. It was getting harder to breathe. Thurik pulled out his scroll he received from Trevor to “walk through walls”. Praise Ezra it worked! The stone blocking our way seemed to dissolve briefly while we walked through. Sucking in a lung full of air and sang praises to Ezra.

We camped. When we awoke, Moe seemed a little strained from some reason, bad dreams maybe? Not unlike myself, chasing the shadows in my mind perhaps. We searched the nearby area and realized Moe was missing. Thank goodness he hadn’t gone far, he found a small crawlspace nearby and went in without concern! Frustrated, I went after him after Thurik tied a rope around myself. A strange red light seemed to be coming in from the end of the tunnel. Once I realized Moe was fine, I looked around and gasped.

We found the real entrance to Gray’s tomb. I was surrounded by splendor and beauty. There were exquisite paintings on the wall, all depicting Gray at various points of his life. It was something I hope to have towards the end of my own life as well. It told such a story in such a vivid way.

We explored, fell through traps. Then out of exasperation, when nothing we did or said seemed to work to get us further, I tried to push aside this demonic screaming mouth at the end of the tunnel. I slipped and to catch myself, my left hand reached out for the bottom jaw, I felt a burst of pain, took my hand away and screamed. I just lost the top of my four fingers! They seemed to disappear in the ever ending blackness of the Balok’s mouth.

Its maddening…this curse. Each moment that passes makes me consciously aware of the struggle going on in my mind. It takes all my energy and focus not to let it consume me and fall into darkness.

Looking around, it seems I am not the only one struggling to figure this out. Thurik, always wise and brave seems to have the best attitude. Moe, his face, now aged you can see his brow furrowed with concern. I must say it is easier to read now, much to his dismay I’m sure. We have been trapped in this “puzzle” that our dearly departed Gray Ravenshaw left us for a few hours now. The gorgeous artwork on the wall is worthy of decking a king’s hall to be sure. Yet, one of the painting’s beauty is a lie. Our initial inkling was the painting of the dragon. The concept is just too…far fetched.

We have already fallen into a couple of trap doors, I have lost the tops of my fingers on my left hand in the mouth of the Balok. I would be more dismayed, but something tells me I could have lost a lot more, and for that I am thankful. What kind of magic could that be? Unassuming, yet extremely affective nonetheless. When and if we get through this, I want to go back to the study of Gray and spend time studying what he left behind. All that knowledge and history is amazing! And to think, it could go left undiscovered for the rest of time. Coming to the realization that Gray’s intentions may not have been the most scrupulous, but his expertise is undeniable. That is for another entry…

Whether out of frustration or educated guess, Thurik begins to hack away at the dragon painting, and after a few moments, we discover what seems to be a door behind the smooth, flawless plaster. Energized with this discovery, we clear away the rest to find a completely plain door.

Moe opens the door and inside is a dark tunnel. I pick up the lantern loosely with my injured hand. Its no longer bleeding thanks to Thurik’s healing, but it throbs with every pulse. If I am not looking my bandages, I still feel my fingers and there is no question in my mind that I lost them but moments earlier.

We head into the tunnel, Moe going first to check for traps, then Thurik and myself with the lantern. We move slowly and carefully until we come upon beautiful glowing runes in the stone of the floor and our way is blocked by a mist that blurs out what looks like a stone statue with its hand up motioning for us not to continue.

After carful study of the puzzle, Thurik seems certain of the answer, from the beginning. Moe and I are not as certain. It just cannot be that easy to push in all the “S”s. Yet after some back and forth, we cannot come up with an answer as good as Thurik’s, so we go with his theory.

After pressing all the “S”s in the puzzle, I braced myself for an unseen impact and closed one eye. Lo’ and behold, it worked! The mist cleared away and the statue almost welcomed us with open arms. Thank Ezra and her blessings for bringing us Turik and his wise soul! I could have kissed him with relief! Moving on, we discovered a labyrinth of a puzzle with magical gates and levers. In one room, we even found 2 stone knights that nearly killed Moe and Thurik with there long arms and deadly force. It went without saying that was not the right room. If it was, we would surely have died with no one to come get our bodies. Nothing short of Ezra herself, could stop those statues.

Plan B, not that there ever was a Plan A to begin with, but our current path wasn’t leading us to our destination. We split up and finally figured out the puzzle of the tunnels and gates. Now that we are completely exhausted, we had to sleep. We knew we would be secure, the way these gates open and close, so we felt safe enough to rest and set up watches. When the time came for my watch, I focused and concentrated on squelching the fires raging in my mind. I knew for us to continue and live, I had to stop this. After hours of fighting the shadows, I came to, drenched in sweat. Out of breathe and wiping my brow, I cam to the realization, it was gone! It was gone! I have beat the shadow! Praise Ezra! Wait, it was me that did this, me! I alone without the aid of priests or healers…I cannot believe it, yet I do.

I began to feel light, giddy even. As the realization hit me, if I could cast away magic as powerful as that without aid, what else is my mind capable of? I looked around at the sleeping bodies of Moe and Thurik and smiled to myself. I look forward to finding out what else I could do knowing now there must be no limit.

I woke them up and told them that my fight with the dark adaptation was over. Thurik still seemed slightly cautious, but he will see.

After we were all roused and had some rations, we continued on with the plan. In the next room, a stone gargoyle sat in the middle, unmoving. As we proceeded to the door on the opposite side, it’s gaze started to follow Moe. Suddnely, the room began to quickly fill with water and the Gargoyle came to “life” and began to attack us. Once he was vanquished, we turned our attention to the water, waist deep now with no sign of letting up. I tried to help Thurik as best I could to help stop or slow the flow while Moe tried his best to unlock the 3 locks on the iron door.

I was underwater, completely submerged. Is this what it was like to die? Is this were it was going to end for us? Blackness was everywhere, I could not see. I could only feel the water pressing me down and hear the slight tinkering of Moe and the scrape of Thurik’s shield on the stone wall. My lungs were begging for air. My body was screaming for relief either air or death. I began to fight to live. I will not go down like this! Suddenly, the water began to quickly move out in the direction of the door. Moe must have gotten the locks in time! There is yet hope…

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Sophia’s Journal Day 3 or 5?

I seemed to have lost track of time…

The shadow in my mind has grown stronger. I’m not exactly sure how long its been since I first recorded my arrival. Thoughts are getting foggy and facts more difficult to recall. I shall try my best…

We entered into the ruin that was the Ravenshaw Manor formally. Dust, debris and decay were the only things present physically. We climbed in through a window, later we assumed to be a window of the servant’s quarters. We didn’t get to far in when we stumbled upon 3 spectres. Not 1, not 2 but 3! Never in my life have I seen such a thing, but then again, everything has changed since I arrived into Hadley. Somehow we managed to rid ourselves of them. But they are still on my mind with their sick and strained whispering voices echoing in the shadows.

Trembling, (at least on my part) we continued to look through the rest of the ruined house. Every creak of a rotted floorboard, every crumble of dirt made me choke back bile surging into my throat. Fighting the urge to crawl into a ball or the urge to flee, we continued on even still. The thought of my sister suffering gave me just enough courage not to close my eyes and break down.

We quietly searched every room, not sure what we were looking for exactly and afraid to find out once we came upon it. In the remains of the master bedroom, Moe came upon a small gold ring with a loving inscription from a wife to her husband. So obscure was its hiding spot, it’s a wonder how Moe found it, but he did. Nothing more was found…then we reached the library…

It must have been great once, the library. Now only a former shadow of itself. I strained my mind to find something magic, something we aren’t seeing. Then looking at the far wall I noticed an illusionary spell. As soon as I did, it melted away into a smooth surface with a door, and one intricate lock. It did not match our key we recovered earlier from the new Ravenshaw Manor. Moe, being Moe performed a little magic of his own and managed to unlock it. I held my breath as the door silently swung open, and consciously held my eyes open against their instinct to close.

I stopped breathing when I saw a cloaked figure, dark and glooming. Cobwebs and dirt covered its shoulders, when we approached a huge scar cut across its face and then it spoke.

“What is my master’s true love?”

Looking at each other in half amazement half fear, we responded, “Audrey… Audrey Ravenshaw”. The wrong response and I wouldn’t be writing this right now, but by Ezra we were right. He let us pass into Grey’s real study. Before we found out what the room was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out, let alone walk by the animated dead guarding the door.

We spent the next couple of days in the enchanted room, I would have loved to spend another month in there with the wealth of knowledge. It was worth more than a goldmine to be sure! Yet, as the hours passed I became more and more aware of the struggle my mind was having over the shadow. After those 2 days we found out the basic location of Ravenshaw’s real tomb and the fact that he had the soul sphere with his body.

After those days in the study, we had to go back. We took what information we had and left. Not sure why, but Moe managed to take a dagger that must have been worth a fortune and sneak it past the “guard”.

Once we got to the salon, we heard a man’s voice. Clear as day. Talking to someone, then talking to us. We froze in fear. Trying to continue on and leave the manor, the ghost walked right through Moe. Moe started in panic, passing out, then he seemed suddenly not himself. We talked our way out of it and ran out across the river and to the gate and heard crying.

The crying was coming from Trevor, the little boy that showed us around Drust earlier. His hand were bound and it looked like he had been there awhile. Tillivan’s doing. Damn him! I’m glad he now has to fight the shadow in his mind too! He saw us and became frightened of Moe, immediately backing away. After coaxing him, we managed to get him to let us cut his bounds and open the gate, though he steered clear of Moe.

Trevor led us out and quickly ran away. The bright light of day made me realize that we had been gone a long time.

We made our way to the temple to Hadley, where we were slightly less than welcomed. Looking past the accusatory stares and suspicious looks, we noticed more seemed to have died, though, thankfully Ava was cured! Blessed be Ezra and her infinite wisdom!

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Sophia's Journal-Hadley Day 1

Hadley Day 1- My Arrival

I walked in to the inn and spoke with a nice gentleman about acquiring accommodations. He gladly obliged, and I was soon in the humble quarters with luggage in tow. I shut the door and took out the components I had been given by Larthoranium for a certain ritual, he knew I would need.

Before I left he cautioned me like so many other times about keeping my powers and arcane practices a secret. I set up the “silence” ritual and meditated. It would be ready for completion upon the last mark of the floor, which I would do once my sister arrived.

“I am at the inn” I sent her. Suddenly when my mind reached hers, I felt an overwhelming sensation take my mind to darkness. Shadows passed quickly once I opened my eyes again. Shadows I could never quite turn to see, for as soon as I did, they were gone. My heart started racing, as realization dawned. It cannot be. Yet there is no mistaking. The Dark adaptation Ava mentioned is now my burden to bear as well. It seems to be some sort of mental affliction that is beyond my power or anyone I know to heal. It passes mentally. I cannot speak to anyone for fear of spreading this curse.

Ava arrived shortly after. As she and D’Artanion approached me, I could tell she is herself, but diminished in some way. I was relieved beyond measure to see her. We embraced. I then noticed she has a couple of companions with her. Both of short stature, one with a spoon around his neck, the other I recognized as the lamplighter from Mordentshire, Thurik.

Once we were introduced, I quickly ushered them inside the inn, into my quarters. Completed the ritual, and had them all fill me in on what has happened so far. My concern for my sister grew with each word. Our time was limited and there was no way Ava could continue on in the state she is in.

We left and went to the Temple of Ezra. Trever was the high anchorite and was very accommodating and concerned. I left Ava in Trevor’s care. Thurik produced one of his scrolls and we all agreed to use the Speak with Dead scroll on Scarlet Ravenshaw, though hindsight we should have procured better information if we had used the scroll on Ardent Amgrave. Nonetheless, we found out valuable information. Trevor and his 3 other priests help Thurik perform the ceremony. It worked. I have never seen such as this.

Scarlet Ravenshaw’s body rose from the stone floor of the temple. The lights dimmed suspiciously. Suddenly I jumped when an unearthly, blood curdling scream came from the body chilling me to my very core. It lasted for what seemed an eternity.

Suddenly it stopped. The body almost seemed at peace. Perhaps Scarlet was screaming when she finally died? Thurik was extremely talented in performing this ritual, he was able to ask 3 entire questions. We found out the following:

1) It was in fact Ardent Amgrave at the Ravenshaw manor. 2) Scarlet knew not where the Soul Sphere was 3) Lord Amgrave is behind the torture and death of Scarlet, so says Alabastor

After the ceremony was commenced, there was a loud crash. Moe had broken a window. He said he was after a black cat with green eyes. We three thought about this and came to the conclusion, Alabastor was the cat. It explains the patch of balck fur on her bedside, and the fact that Alabastor was Grey Ravenshaw’s familiar.

We found out the old Ravenshaw manor was in the Drust Quarter part of Hadley.

The Drust Quarter was without a doubt the bane of society. People were dirty, starving and made themselves scarce. Save one, Trevor, a little boy maybe 11 or so. Dirty and starving like the others. Mentioned “fiends” at night and ran off when the well-dressed elf appeared. Can’t exactly figure out who he is, being well-dressed, spoken and moved with grace. He also seems to be a being of great power somehow. After steep negotiations, he blindly led us to the Ravenshaw manner which collapsed underground.

He led us to a large door and left. We went through the door and he slammed it behind us, shutting us in with these foul creatures. Thurik later told me they were vampire spawn. Call them what you will, I will never forget the hunger I saw in there eyes.

It was fight or die. With Thurik protecting me from there approach, I focused on as many as I could at once and willed them to vanquish. Eventually they overtook me however and I fell. When I came to, by Thurik healing me, my powers seemed stronger.

Continuing on, we discovered bones in a natural river, on these bones were various jewels, gold, and valuable items that fell from unwilling donors, killed no doubt by the vampire spawn. Perhaps that is the elf’s arrangement? He gets the jewels, and they get fed. No wonder Trevor was scared.

Across the river there stood a mansion in ruins…

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26-30 Late-Autumn, 758
26-30 Late-Autumn, 758

After arriving in Hadley there is nothing noticeably unusual about the town, but as Ava, Thurik, and Moe begin to investigate they quickly learn there are people who are unwell with dark adaption.

The town guard, which is essentially a militia, is unable to offer much assistance with the investigation. But the captain of the town guard, Sir Simon Hallow, suggests the Lamplighters speak with Artemis Garrett, who is the town inquisitor and the one who requested the Lamplighters presence in Hadley.

Artemis Garrett is the town inquisitor, which is a title given to those who search out and eliminate the wicked and evil, but inquisitors are rarely found in Mordent any longer. The inquisitor is considered by most in Mordent as unsophisticated and archaic.

Artemis tells Ava, Thurik, and Moe the people who are sick with dark adaptation are suffering from one or more of the following ailments: sleeplessness, hallucination, forgetfulness, exhaustion, and paranoia. He has been unable to find a cause of the occurrence. Originally he thought it was a disease but there are no visual symptoms and there is no evidence it is contagious. The occurrence is getting worse however because there are more and more accounts daily. There have been two deaths due to dark adaptation so far.

Late that night when the town is blanketed in mist the gypsy girl, Alyssa, quietly sneaks into Moe’s room. After waking him she tells him she is leaving the town to be with her family again, her aunts, uncles, and other relatives. She begs Moe to leave with her because Hadley is unsafe—that a great evil permeates the town. Moe however refuses to leave because he must stay with his friends, Ava and Thurik, who need his help. So Alyssa hugs him goodbye and departs at once, slowly fading away and disappearing into the mist.

Ava, Thurik, Moe spend the next several several days investigating but learning very little about dark adaptation. However, Gerald Miller, the caretaker of the Witter Estate and friend of Artemis, believes dark adaptation is connected with the events of a year ago. A painting, known as the “Grey Painting,” took possession of Lane Morgan about a year ago. The painting was created by Grey Ravenshaw to dominate someone and then perform a ritual to resurrect him as a lich. However, the painting was destroyed, Lane Morgan was killed, the resurrection ritual failed, and Grey Ravenshaw was not resurrected due to the efforts of Gerald Miller and Artemis Garrett. But Artemis is very hesitant to relay this story to Ava and Thurik because he believes there is no connection between the events of last year and the present.

Moe, Ava, and Thurik convince Artemis to guide them to where the resurrection ritual failed. Artemis guides them deep into the catacombs of the Ravenshaw family. While there they are unable to learn anything from the ruined ritual, but they do discover the tomb of Grey Ravenshaw is not his tomb at all, but an illusion of his tomb. They search through the rest of the catacombs, but are unable to discover the tomb of Grey Ravenshaw anywhere.

Frustration and doubt begin to consume the investigation. No matter where they search Moe, Ava, and Thurik find dead ends. They request audiences with the town’s nobility, but are constantly denied; except Seon Amgrave agrees to meet with them for dinner. However when they have dinner with Seon Amgrave, lord of the Amgrave family, he diplomatically avoided answering any of their questions. The frustration is further aggravated by the fact that Ava is now sick with dark adaptation. The anchorites at the Lady’s Temple believe she is dying and might only have a couple days to live.

But on Winter’s Eve, the last day of autumn, there is new hope. The high anchorite of the Lady’s Temple, Trevor Tiller, believes the priests of the temple with the help of Thurik can perform a ritual which will help the investigation. The ritual allows one question to be asked of a divine presence. As the priests chant and perform the ritual a mist blankets the temple, the priests believe the goddess, Ezra, has appeared to answer the question of what is causing the affliction, the dark adaptation, in Hadley. A woman’s voice answers the question from nowhere and everywhere with only three words, “the Soul Sphere.” Once the question is answered the candles are extinguished and the room is covered in darkness.

Thurik immediately goes to the Witter House to learn about the “Soul Sphere” in the library, but now with a definite subject to research. With the help of Gerald and endless hours of tedious research they learn Grey Ravenshaw was whispered to be creating a magical artifact known as the “Soul Sphere.” Nothing was ever proven but the Soul Sphere was supposedly a magical artifact similar to an artifact that existed centuries ago known as the “Apparatus.” The Apparatus was created by the wizard Azalin to capture and transpose a soul from one body to another. However, the Soul Sphere was said to spread a magical disease, which would attack the mind, and when someone died from the magical disease their souls would be imprisoned by the sphere. The purpose of imprisoning the souls could not be discovered.

With little doubt about Grey Ravenshaw’s connection with dark adaptation, Moe, Ava, and Thurik decide to investigate the Ravenshaw Manor. They were hesitant to go to the manor before because they were ominously told by the manor caretaker, Arden, if they were caught trespassing on noble land they would be killed.

So on the night of Winter’s Eve when most of the town is celebrating the first day of winter Moe, Ava, and Thurik enter the Ravenshaw Manor. They quickly get divided from one another and are elusively attacked by the caretaker, Arden. Finally, Moe and Thurik find one another and with the other’s help are able to defeat Arden, who proved to be a deadly opponent. Moe was lucky to leave with his life.

The Ravenshaw Manor is a sad and despondent place. The manor grounds are overgrown with vines and weeds, while the mansion has seen better days. The body of Scarlet Ravenshaw was found rotting in the master bedroom to everyone’s horror. Upon closer inspection of her body they see evidence her wrists were bound to the bed posts. It looks as though she was left tied up to starve to death. Ava particularly has a difficult time dealing with this revelation.

Before help is called the rest of the night is spent searching the mansion. The mansion is filled with almost nothing of real value, as if anything of value had already been taken, but there are constant reminders and memories of the people that once lived in the mansion…

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23-26, Late-autumn, 758

Thurik, Ava, and Moe arrive in the village of Desna on the banks of the Arden River late in the evening on the 23rd of Late-autumn. The little time spent in Desna is devoted to investigating and learning what they can about Hadley. They learn Hadley is a large isolated town which isn’t visited often—the village magistrate describes Hadley in a soft whisper as a “town that is in Mordent, but not really in Mordent.”

The following morning at sunrise Ava, Thurik and Moe depart for Hadley. The three days spent traveling across the Vale of Twilight is dreary, miserable, but uneventful. On the third day of the journey before turning north to the Forest of the Ancients they glimpse in the distance the Mournesworth Manor. The manor looks neglected, deserted, and sadly tragic.

Shortly before dark on the third day within the Forest of the Ancients, about a day’s travel south of Hadley, Thurik, Ava, and Moe come upon a wagon broken down on the side of the road. There are Vistani or gypsies, three men and a woman, desperately trying to free the wagon from a ditch. Their names are Tavayo, Alexander, Divid, and Rosalee. Hidden away off the road is the daughter of Divid and Rosalee, a child named Alyssa. With their help they are able to free the wagon. To thank them for their help the leader of the gypsies, Tavayo, invites them to camp with them for the night.

Late in the evening when the fire is burning low Tavayo offers to read their fortunes as a show of gratitude. After reading Moe’s fortune Tavayo believes the reading is a bad omen and the halfling is cursed. Tavayo demands for them to all leave the camp even though it is late in the night. The group obliges realizing if they do not leave it could turn violent because of Tavayo’s temperament.

Before Ava, Thurik, and Moe have time to set up a new camp nearby a woman’s scream pierces the cold night air. They quickly run to the gypsy camp to find the cause of the scream. But before Thurik, Ava, and Moe have time to investigate Tavayo screams for the Vistani to kill them because “they have brought death upon us!” Shortly thereafter chaos breaks loose, because rot scarab beetles are attacking the camp, but the Vistani are not only fighting the beetles but also attacking Ava, Thurik and Moe. Ava, Thurik and Moe destroy the rot scarab beetles, but are also forced to kill the Vistani as well. The only Vistani who survives is the young girl, Alyssa. She is clearly upset about the conflict, but soon calms down. However, when she sees a glass box slightly open on the ground she becomes hysterical.

After several minutes of calming Alyssa down Ava, Thurik, and Moe learn Alyssa believes the glass box is a “great evil” which was the cause of Tavayo’s madness. She agrees to travel with them to Hadley, but insists they burn all the Vistani possessions before they depart.

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22, Late-autumn, 758
22, Late-autumn, 758

The following morning Sir Samuel Cosse takes a carriage to the Shire Inn in search of two Lamplighters in particular, Ava Shade and the dwarf Thurik.

After discussing the occurrences in Hadley with Ava and Thurik they both agree to depart for the town as soon as possible. Ava and Thurik ask their friend, Moe; if he would be their guide on the journey. Moe has spent most of his life traveling the western lands as a goat herder, so he knows the land well. Moe estimates Hadley is about 5 days travel from Mordentshire, depending on the weather and conditions of the roads. The roads are not well traveled or maintained to the isolated town. He believes it would be best to take a ferry skiff up the Arden River to the small village of Desna. From the village of Desna they will have to travel east across the Vale of Silence, a lonely stretch of foggy heath, murky forest, and vast graveyards.

All of the afternoon and most of the evening, Ava, Thurik, and Moe spend researching “dark adaptation.” They learn nothing about that name. But they do learn of a plague in Borca seventy years ago. Those infected with the plague were turned into shadow, first their limbs turned into shadow, and eventually they turned completely into shadow.

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21, Late-autumn, 758
21, Late-autumn, 758

On the 21st of Late-autumn in the year of the False Moon, 758, a letter arrives late in the evening for Sir Samuel Cosse, leader of the Lamplighters. The Lamplighters are elite order of watchmen and investigators founded in Mordentshire. The letter is from Artemis Garrett, inquisitor for the town of Hadley. Artemis has requested the immediate assistance of the Lamplighters to investigate accounts of hallucination in Hadley—what has become known throughout the town as “dark adaptation.” Artemis describes dark adaptation as the occurrence of shadows shifting in the peripheral vision followed with severe sleeplessness. The inquisitor, Artemis, is concerned because the number of accounts has been increasing daily. He believes if those suffering from severe sleeplessness do not receive help it could cause serious issues. Artemis has not witnessed dark adaptation himself, but reliable sources have confirmed the occurrence.

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