After our encounter in the Sea Cave we headed north to find the village that we had heard about in passing while at Koda. It did not take us long to arrive at the outskirts of the village’s fields and we quickly went to making a plan of sorts.
As the village was located on the plains and it was still early in the day stealthy reconnaissance was not an option so we opted to approach together as a group, talking to peasants on the way. Symeon was not talkative or forward today, which I attribute to begin shaken up from out encounter this morning. We found out that this place was indeed Sedlec, and that it seemed that they were under the “control” of one of the bandit groups of the region.
Once in the village proper we were greeted by Dalimil, the chief of the village, who assumed that we were part of Bernard’s posse. We quickly corrected him that we were no friend of the man, and didn’t care for him either. After a proper introduction we were gladly welcomed into the chief’s home where we discussed the changes that had been sweeping the region (though of course, not taking credit for it, though responsible for it). We learned that Bernard had in the past tried to strong arm Sedlec into submission, and was likely going to do so again now that the Crows seemed to be out of the picture. Hearing of this we decided that it was time to send the good Colonel a sport report. He believed us about the bandits before, and came here as soon as he was able. Perhaps he would be able to at least spare some aid.
We sent the message back to Pevnost via Beliyah. Perhaps I should ask Fulframent to teach me more about her and how he seems to work so well with animals. At the very least we could work on getting her to not seem so awkward around me. I would swear that bird is far smarter than some of the peasants we’ve run across, or at least has more of a personality.
Dalimil implored us to rest the night in the village and we agreed. It had been days since we had slept in a soft bed in a safe place. Our rest was cut short though when in the middle of the night Olloth showed up. The poor man looked like he hadn’t slept in days, and that was always a bad sign. Actually, almost everything that Olloth alerts us to is a bad thing. We calmed him down and he told us about the sense of dread and danger he got from the site up north, and left soon after us to find us. It’s amazing that he was able to find us and catch up. It’s probably magic. We talked of what to do next and decided we should return home, at least for now, and we can explore the interior of the region once we know more about the situation back at Pevnost and the power site.
We all went back to bed and rose in the morning. Beliyah returned with a message from the Colonel, saying he still does not have the man power, and to stay out of bandit politics. He also mentioned that the church seemed to be having a bit of trouble, but didn’t seem too concerned. Sadly I have to agree with him on the bandits, alone we don’t have the might to do much of anything against Bernard if it came down to it. Olloth also seemed a bit more at ease today.
Dalimil told us more about the ruins that could be see in the distance from the village. As we were about to leave a tall man with a great sword approached us, introducing himself as Drak and offering his help. None of us remember seeing him yesterday so I went to talk to Dalimil about him. It turns out that Drak is the one man of the law here, as it were. It was also stressed that he seemed to believe everything could be broken down into right and wrong, which was an annoyance to the Chief. With the Chief’s blessing (or perhaps his gratitude for taking him) Drak joined us, though quite upset with us leaving Sedlec which could be ‘attacked any minute!’. He calmed down after a bit.
Because the ruins were on the way home and Drak mentioned ‘treasure’ most of the party agreed they wanted to investigate. Hilo was a bit upset that we were detouring at all since he wanted to get back to Pevnost for the sake of the village. We all agreed a quick peek and maybe a little exploring would be fine, since we would still be back likely the same day still.
The ruins were a bit impressive. I did not recognize the style of it’s architecture, resembling a stack of rectangles that got smaller in area the further up one went. There was a door at the entrance, declaring it Crow property and with various warnings of death and the like.
We had Drak knock down the door. He was more than eager. Bandits are bad after all.
We entered and investigated, it looked as if it had been used within the past few days, the pews, for lack of a better word, arranged into beds and the like. There seemed to be a small look out area up a ladder, where we found some bows. I swear we have enough to outfit every able man in the village now once we add these weapons to our horde of them back at Pevnost. We have bows running out our ears.
Then Fulframent heard something. We all went on alert. It was a man down the stairs, claiming this was Crow property and we should leave or else. Only hearing the one man we call him on his bluff and try to get him to come out. We quickly learned that he wasn’t all right, the man sounded crazed.
We headed down the stairs and got a look at him. He wasn’t in any condition to fight but he had his weapon drawn. He fled, screaming about things coming out of the walls.
Taking caution, we followed him down while consulting with Olloth. We ran across a very detailed wall engraving and took a rubbing. It was of an eye, and the center was done in exquisite detail. The room reminded some of my fellows of a similar room in the Sea Cave. Olloth said that he could feel the magic of the place, but that it didn’t feel hostile like the place in the north… That put us at ease for the moment, which as I write this realize was likely a mistake.
We find the man in what appears to be the bottom basement level. He was crying and saying that they were all gone. We looked and saw the soiled bedding, the blood on them was fresh… but what was worse was the trails of blood from where the men… or bodies at this point, were dragged. They led to a closed wall.
The man kept babbling about secret passages and hidden doors and such, talking about the monster that he had faced. We were on alert when we heard the sound – not of foot steps, clawing or scraping, but of gears and counter weights. Then the awful thud. Searching the way we came we found that it was blocked, the seam between the door and the wall barely a hairline grove.
I wish we had brought the dwarf.