Without time to stop and write in her journal, she stands in the cellar with Otto and Jaimyn, mulling over all that has recently been discovered:
We found little information, Peander and I, from the crazed stunty upstairs. In the past I’ve discovered that those who are touched either have moments of clarity, or sometimes their ramblings are like a jumbled puzzle with pieces that need sorting out. At least that’s what I’ve experienced, but I couldn’t make head nor tails of the ramblings of this mentally touched dwarf.
After the wizard finished trying to soothe the daft dwarf, I decided to go down the hall to investigate. I kept to the shadows and could not overcome the feeling that there was something foul and evil about the hall, as though it were stretching away, or perhaps yawning away into another shard of reality and then it was pulled back, like a rubber band stretching and relaxing. I shook my head of it and turned my attention to the first room I came upon.
It gave no sound behind the door which was locked. I was surprised, almost startled when the steward appeared in the hall and announced that the room was his and he asked what I was doing nosing around at the door to his room. I schmoozed him the best I could. Granted I’m not used to using feminine whiles, but I succeeded in frazzling him enough that I thought I just might have his guard down enough to find out something. Loec, bless me, I thought I might succeed in managing to allure him enough into letting me get a sneak a peak under that gods-awful bandage.
My hopes were dashed when once again our wizard set about ruffling feathers, this time getting Gregor angry. Honestly, with all that schooling Peander received in his training and as intelligent as he seems to be, you’d think he would know that more is gained by honey than tossing bricks.
Otto could teach his elderly pal a thing or too about getting under peoples guard without getting under their skin. In fact, I think I’m learning a thing or two from Otto. I find I’m starting to like the human more and more. Anyway, bricks were tossed and my hopes dashed, so the oft-piqued finger-wagger and I went in search of our party.
We happened upon Otto, frozen in place or so it would appear, gazing at what appeared to be something hanging from a cloth string or perhaps a leather thong in his hand. I didn’t get a close look at it but details of it were revealed later, including the inscription in the setting which read, “Always, Josef.”
It appeared that Otto and Stumpy had been busy and related what they’d learned, or didn’t learn from the cook. Otto also related the suspicious actions of one of the maids resulting in the discovery of that odd trinket he’d been entranced by.
The Squat wanted to visit the daft dwarf, which I could sympathize with. Jaimyn and I are somewhat alone, without kinsmen in this fortress of humans. Up the stairs I returned with Jaimyn in tow but little more was deciphered from the raddled dwarf’s ramblings, other than… if I can recall it correctly…he said:
“You just sit there an’ enjoy th’ show. Now be quiet. I sees. Th’ I sees. I don’t wanna see. They make me see. And my time is in a piece of wax falling on a termite who’s choking on the splinters. The words of the prophets are written on the manor walls. They seek and they’ve seen but they have not seen.”
Upon that recitation the dwarf, who I later learned was named Korden, fell into mad cackling and then gave Jaimynwhat seemed to be a wink one gives when sharing a secret. I made the mistake of taking a step into the room but upon seeing me the ill dwarf went into rantings about the War of the Beard.
I stepped out of the room again as Jaimyn did his best to quiet the dwarf when from down the hall swept a woman in white, ghostly and apparently blind as she walked touching the walls as though for guidance. When she drew closer I saw that her eyes were indeed milky with blindness. The stuffiness of the hall seemed to part with her approach, where upon I introduced myself and she returned the courtesy, giving her name as Sister Sonja. The hammer dangling from her neck identified her as a Sister of Sigmar and we talked for a time. She said she was helping a doctor with other patients in a room down that yawning hall, Dr. Seiger I think she said?
I collected the Stunt to investigate this hospice down the hall. It occurred to me that Jaimyn was strangely attractive for a male with his vertical handicap and uncivilized ways, and I briefly wondered if this the subconscious reason I constantly remind myself how our races dislike each other. Waving a dismissive mental hand to wash away that nonsense, I made my way down the hall with Jaimyn in tow.
The doctor appeared to be quite young considering his training. One would think a doctor would have more apparent age with the length of required learning, age that would naturally show on a race that has a relatively short span. He appeared too busy to talk but I did glean from him that he regularly treated Gregor’s injury to his eye. It instantly made me think back to the sick dwarf’s rantings. There appeared to be a theme here, “They seek and they’ve seen but they have not seen” and here I have been introduced to a steward blinded in one eye by a bandaged wound, and a blind sister that attended to these ailing patients abed in this hospice. Furthermore, if the doctor has been attending Gregor’s wound and if it proves that his injury is somehow a result of Chaos, the doctor would be an accomplice in hiding that fact.
I gained no more information at that hodge podge hospice, though I did appear to make a new friend. I humored him and tended to his imagined ailment of which he seemed to have many. He was an easy friend to make and I encouraged it, hoping that he might innocently share something important later.
We met downstairs to join with the others and shortly Peander dragged us to the courtyard. I really wanted to get a good look at that fountain I’d glanced at earlier from a window in that dark hall upstairs, but there were two men sparing there. Peander brought us to that sickly tree where upon he pulled out the bobble on the leather thong. It seemed to be a small harmless ball of glass with a speck inside. With that, Peander suffered a terrible spell, shouting in what I’d surmise to be fear before falling to the ground. His shouts brought others coming to see what it was all about and with their approach he wisely acted out a mild heart attack, sending the audience away to look for help.
To the hounds we went and then to the house we returned, where we were bid to attend a meeting with Lord Ashsomethingsomething, which we did. Of course Peander had to throw a few more bricks. Really, use honey old man, please make use of honey. Tsk tsk. Otto made mentioned to the Lord regarding the bauble and that he’d learned it had been given to the maid, Gerdie by Josef, evidence which it being in Josef’s possession at one time by the inscription upon it. This seemed to be our first solid clue. See wizened wizard? Honey and getting under emotions does indeed get more from a mark than affronting one’s emotions with the throwing of bricks.
Otto wanted to get more information about the round pendant so we went a-hunting, and Otto was successful. It was extremely amusing to watch Otto at work and I found it nearly impossible to not crack a smile as he weaseled information from Josef about the pendant and Josef admitted he’d found it among the missing Andreas’ belongings in the cellar and then had it engraved before he gave it to Gerdie. I found it odd that anyone would put Andreas’ personal belongings in a damp cellar rather than a dry attic, but we all agreed that with our time short before our expectant appearance at dinner, we should move fast on this lead. Otto, Jaimyn and I went to the cellar. Peander went looking for..mmm…I’m not sure. Though he did really push that we investigate Gregor’s room, which I do wholeheartedly must be done…right after an inspection of the cellar.
Eventually working our way through the dirt side of the cellar, we found ourselves on the dark side of a door, and light was shed from the other side, both literally and figuratively. It is where stand now, just overhearing Josef berate Gerdie and in the course revealing that the object of our attention was not found among Andreas’ things at all, but was given to him by Gregor!
The dwarf’s words came back haunting me,
“Th’ I sees. I don’t wanna see. They make me see…. They seek and they’ve seen but they have not seen.”
A blind sister, a steward missing an eye, an orb of glass with a pupil like speck within. Could it be that the orb of glass is an ocular amulet? Could it be that the amulet was given to Gregor with a purpose, and then Gregor passed it to Josef, who then passed it to an innocent maid to wear about her neck as she moved about the manor so that the true owner could spy upon all within this cursed estate?
Who is watching? Where is Andreas? What is reaching through the walls of this manor and seeping Chaos into the this reality? I hope we find the answers soon. Our time, I fear, is growing very short.
((after posting this Tim corrected me in that Korden’s recitation occurred during her first visit with the dwarf with Peander and that Korden recited something different to Jaimyn. I am, however going to stand by this entry as Eisadryil having sorted events out of chronological order.))