6th of Spring, 490 AV
Unfortunately, by the time he grabbed Zandar and brought him back down, his pea of soulmist had dissipated into the common goop of the rest of the mixture. Still, Zandar believed his earnestness or at least was to polite to contradict him with his facial expressions. Actually, Zandar seemed genuinely happy for him which left Karsynwa feeling good as he handed the book back to the librarian.
“You were right, it did help to contextualize everything by reading it through. I still need to work on how I visualize djed I think, but it was an interesting experiment” Karsynwa said, a slight grin on his face. Zandar turned the book over in his hands and returned the smile.
“What did you think of how it ended?” Zandar asked.
“Actually that is something I wanted to ask you about. Is there perhaps another journal where this is continued or is this the end of it?” Karsynwa asked.
“This is the only one that has turned up. It was brought to us by a man who claimed to have been asked to hold it by the man who wrote this journal. When the man didn’t return to ask for it, he took it to the library for safekeeping as he had plans to travel to Syliras and didn’t want to leave without leaving the book behind just in case the spiritist returned. He never has, but we’ve kept this book on our shelf in good condition and just in case he returns for it, we made two copies of it, one of which you hold in your hands right now.” Zandar said.
“But wait, if that is true, then what of the grotto? Did anyone ever go back to check it out to look for this creature the spiritist had mentioned?” Karsynwa asked.
“The desolate one? Yes. Once the book was brought back here and its contents read, the militia were immediately alerted to the danger. However when they searched the grotto they found nothing save a wayward spirit that threw rocks at them. They sent a spiritist in promptly to take care of the ghost, and closed the cave. After they dropped rocks over the entrance, we haven’t had any ghost problems with that stretch of the water, nor has the desolate one made another appearance. Hopefully it has moved on to somewhere remote where it can satisfy its cravings on zith and other beasts.” Zandar said.
“Cravings?” Karsynwa asked. It seemed a strange term to apply to a ghost. He didn’t think they could have cravings being ethereal.
“Yes, desolate ones are a different breed than your run of the mill ghost. They are marked thrice by Uldr, the god of the undead, and they serve the lieutenants for his army. If one is in the city, it usually means it has a few underlings with it, and is up to no good. Uldr is a spiteful being and so are his followers. Wherever they go, they are acting on his plan, and carrying out his orders. An you can be sure that death will follow them because Uldr makes sure of it by inflicting dark cravings on his followers that grow stronger overtime. If I had to guess about the desolate one mentioned in this journal, I suspect its craving had something to do with the water, drowning perhaps. That or it was just using the cave to lay low while it carried out its dark deeds.” Zandar said.
WC - 580
“You were right, it did help to contextualize everything by reading it through. I still need to work on how I visualize djed I think, but it was an interesting experiment” Karsynwa said, a slight grin on his face. Zandar turned the book over in his hands and returned the smile.
“What did you think of how it ended?” Zandar asked.
“Actually that is something I wanted to ask you about. Is there perhaps another journal where this is continued or is this the end of it?” Karsynwa asked.
“This is the only one that has turned up. It was brought to us by a man who claimed to have been asked to hold it by the man who wrote this journal. When the man didn’t return to ask for it, he took it to the library for safekeeping as he had plans to travel to Syliras and didn’t want to leave without leaving the book behind just in case the spiritist returned. He never has, but we’ve kept this book on our shelf in good condition and just in case he returns for it, we made two copies of it, one of which you hold in your hands right now.” Zandar said.
“But wait, if that is true, then what of the grotto? Did anyone ever go back to check it out to look for this creature the spiritist had mentioned?” Karsynwa asked.
“The desolate one? Yes. Once the book was brought back here and its contents read, the militia were immediately alerted to the danger. However when they searched the grotto they found nothing save a wayward spirit that threw rocks at them. They sent a spiritist in promptly to take care of the ghost, and closed the cave. After they dropped rocks over the entrance, we haven’t had any ghost problems with that stretch of the water, nor has the desolate one made another appearance. Hopefully it has moved on to somewhere remote where it can satisfy its cravings on zith and other beasts.” Zandar said.
“Cravings?” Karsynwa asked. It seemed a strange term to apply to a ghost. He didn’t think they could have cravings being ethereal.
“Yes, desolate ones are a different breed than your run of the mill ghost. They are marked thrice by Uldr, the god of the undead, and they serve the lieutenants for his army. If one is in the city, it usually means it has a few underlings with it, and is up to no good. Uldr is a spiteful being and so are his followers. Wherever they go, they are acting on his plan, and carrying out his orders. An you can be sure that death will follow them because Uldr makes sure of it by inflicting dark cravings on his followers that grow stronger overtime. If I had to guess about the desolate one mentioned in this journal, I suspect its craving had something to do with the water, drowning perhaps. That or it was just using the cave to lay low while it carried out its dark deeds.” Zandar said.
WC - 580