25th of Pharast, 4714
Once again, I am sorry that it has taken me so long to write to you once more. I realize that the contents of my last letter were very vague and probably very upsetting to read – and believe me, I would have written you much, much sooner if I could have. A great many things have happened since I last wrote you and now that I have a few moments, I will try and catch you up on all that has occurred over the past few weeks.
You will remember from my last letter I mentioned that there were dark forces at work in Ravengro and that it was suspected by myself and the other beneficiares of Professor Lorrimor’s will that his death was not accident, but murder. Our worst fears were confirmed – the Professor did indeed meet his end at the hands of a sinister group, a group that is rumored to consort with the dead and engage in foul witchcraft and necromancy. No, I won’t name them in this letter, as I have reason to suspect that they may be keeping track of the activities of myself and my companions, even now. Suffice it to say, they are very dangerous and silenced the Professor when he stumbled upon one of their plots.
What plot, you might ask? Much to our frustration, we are still not entirely sure. What we do know is that they approached the burned-out remains of Ravengro’s old Harrowstone prison and performed some sort of rite that stirred the spirits of criminals slain when the prison burned. These spirits then went on to terrorize the town by various means – unsettling dreams, possession, and even directly attacking the local town hall, setting it ablaze with ghostly flames! I know you likely think that I am engaging in some sick jest, but I swear to you that these things happened! I saw them with my own eyes, as did my companions and the citizens of Ravengro. Since you are reading this, you know that I am obviously alive and well, as of the date of this letter. With much relief, I can say that while there are some things that are still unclear regarding these events, I and my companions were ultimately able to put the restless spirits of Harrowstone to rest, though not without paying with our blood and with human lives. Vigilance Hall, the man of questionable heritage was slain by a local man possessed and one Deputy Leromar lost his life in the unholy fire that enguled Ravengro’s town hall.
Now, with Harrowstone quiet and no lingering signs of the group that I will not name, my companions and I bide our time as we fulfill the last request of the good Professor Lorrimor and aid his daughter Kendra in settling her affairs in Ravengro. My time here has undoubtedly been one of the strangest times in my life, as well as one of the most terrifying. However, they do say that every cloud has a silver lining, right? I have grown to count the other beneficiaries of the Professor’s will as my friends, though two of them – Lament and Nighteyes – were forced to leave Ravengro before events were settled. Though I do miss them, even the taciturn and surly elf, we were joined by two new faces – Emmett Escheus, member of the town watch and Nalun Phlithmira, elven student and performer. I have no doubt that without their aid, Father Toth, Simeon and myself would not have been able to put things right in Ravengro.
I am afraid that I must now bring this letter to a close, as there is still much packing to be done. Very soon my companions and I will make for Lepidstadt, along with Kendra. Once she is settled in, I am not sure what my next steps shall be. Though I miss you, mother, and father very much, I feel that perhaps I could be of more use here than home in Vigil. And to be honest, I find myself loathe to part ways with my companions, as strange and vexing as they can be at times. I suppose time and circumstance will tell where my path lies. Hopefully I will be able to write you again soon, without such a large gap in time. Until then, I pray that the Inheritor watches over you.