Mists of the Past
Seventh Day of the First Month 294 AC
Ghoyan Drohe, New City
Like many places in the growing empire, Ghoyan Drohe was a city built amid the ruins of an older time. Colonists had set about with a will to dredge canals and raise stilts and platforms from the soft water loving woods while the stones of ancient works chocked in greenery was being was dragged down with rocks and clever pulleys to build homes and shops, schools and healers' halls.
The only thing they haven't quite gotten a handle on are the mosquitoes, Valaena thought as she watched swarms of buzzing pests rise from pools along the sluggish waters of the Little Rhyone.
Thank Sea, Snake, and Tree that Mercy thought to bring that alchemist's paste or the things would've eaten us all alive before the ghosts could get at us.
The fire of a small temple of the Lord of Light burned crimson against the darkening sky, the priest already waiting for them, cups of steaming peppermint tea at the ready. The priest was the most senior accredited mage in the city, having dabbled in ritual magic even before the awakening, mostly in glamor and divination as most had in those days.
"So about these blood curdling wraiths of yours," Shara began with a smile, board and stylus already in hand. "Any distinguishing features besides having woken up on the wrong side of the bed after someone smashed the wrong pot in their tomb? Something that can tell us where they come from, maybe what they want..."
"The dead envy the living and grasp at their warmth," the priest sighed, apparently not appreciating the good cheer. "Much as it might pain us to heap more pain upon those who have already suffered so terribly, I fear there is only one way of ensuring this city can live in peace."
"And the poor envy the rich and some among their number would do them harm if they could, that does not mean we should be going around killing beggars," Mercy pointed out dryly.
"The dead have already stolen life from those who first came upon them in their tomb," the priest pointed out, though he sounded less certain than before.
"The same folk who were probably trying to steal their grave goods," Valaena pointed out. "I'm not one to say they shouldn't have been down there. I've been in their place, hells the
king has been in their place, but if you go down into a tomb with a torch and a sack, you're taking your chances with whatever is down there."
Argo huffed affirmatively, his breath almost putting out the candle set between them and the priest.
"Wise words," the R'hllorite said after a moment. "I had heard inquisitors could be strange folk, but I had not thought..." He shook his head, obviously not inclined to echo whatever rumors he had heard about inquisitors.
It obviously could not have been too bad given their welcome, Valaena reasoned
, but maybe he thought they were more inclined to err on the side of conflict than negotiations.
"We are not with the Inquisition, just here to investigate under royal command," the young Velaryon explained smoothly. Shara actually
was an inquisitor, but the sort of cheerfully excitable persona she had adopted was far from what most folk thought an inquisitor would look like.
The priest nodded, steepling his hands together in thought. "They come with the fog from the river, not always at the same hour, but often the third hour after midnight. Sometimes they are barely more than a shimmer in the air, but if any should draw too close, especially those of Valyrian blood, they become horrors fit to terrify man and beast alike."
"Wait," Mercy asked slowly. "You are saying these wraiths do not frighten beasts as a matter of course? Odd..."
"Could you direct us to any witnesses who survived, particularly ones with any knowledge of magic and spirits themselves," Shara interjected, apparently unconcerned that she might be a target for wrathful ghosts
"Certainly," the priest replied, continuing with an account of which of the local temple goers had encountered the vengeful dead and where. On the one hand, the fact that they liked to roam along the thread of the Little Rhyone made ambushing the spirits difficult, but on the other at least there were plenty of eyewitness accounts to sift through
What do they investigators on the spot do for the first week while they wait for Xor to join them?
[] Interview Witnesses
[] Investigate the broken tombs
-[] At a distance, though historical accounts and divination
-[] in person enter the tombs
[] Set up a system whereby a group of false ravens flies patterns over the city to try and find the ghosts location each night
[] Write in
OOC: Xor is by far the most skilled mage in this company so no one is going to try to force a confrontation without him. Not yet edited.