We were joined by the final member of our party this morning and though despite his size, appearance and somewhat ungodly tenacity to frighten the women and children, his strength was a greatly needed ally. We began our search for the source of these undead uprisings at the tower where our good, if misguided, friend the Chancellor resides. It was our intent to find something belonging to the Prince so that we might have scryed on his position with the help of the city’s clerics. Alas, no sooner had we received a pair of the Prince’s boots (a rather suspicious item indeed, for while I’ve never known many princes in my lifetime, I’ve known fewer that have ventured out of the castle without a pair strapped firmly to his feet) we were attacked by two great black monsters who seemed perfectly fine to simply fly above us for a great deal of time and release their wicked spells from above. After seeing their tactics I wonder if it might have gone through their limited minds that we were not the sort of people to pick on. We dispatched the monsters, and in light of a sudden shock to the system I was revived shortly after I had received a mighty blow from… something much resembling a dog-man, though now that I think on it, our fourth party member, despite how he looks, would never betray us as to crush his own friends.
In any case, we received new information from the Chancellor after the battle after some careful scrutiny of his words and discovered that the Prince was long since gone from the Kingdom and that the King had locked himself away in his room. Far be it for me to be worthy of scrutinizing a ruler of a country, but in this sort of crisis, should the King not take a stand and defend his country instead of hiding away? Those were my thoughts in venturing to the King’s quarters, though we were denied access by the guards standing watch. It did not help matters that we were not able to enter the Prince’s chambers either, for if we did manage to get in, we could bring proof to the people of the city that the Prince had disappeared and perhaps find out who was behind these horrid undead appearances.
After a short flight to perhaps catch a glimpse of any life within the King’s and Prince’s chamber windows a great amount of chaos broke out in the streets below and I and the rest of the party immediately set out for the east gate where we were attacked by a ghostly figure that wailed hideously and without cessation. It was shortly after our arrival that I must have lost my head for a moment because I can’t seem to remember anything that went on during the battle, though our Wizard did wake up with several fist shaped bruises on his face. If I was to blame, though I suspect I was not, he must have had it coming.
Now we are only left with more questions. The Prince is gone; the King remains. Are these attacks the result of the Prince, summoning them from the other realms to seek revenge on his father for a reason that still eludes me? Is the King responsible and is he the one that got rid of the Prince in the first place? What is the deal with that Wizard’s creepy snake coiled around his arm? I mean really? Does he think it looks cool?
I shall find out soon enough I suppose, in this same bloody town, with the same bloody people.
From the Inner Monologues of Monk Maverick of the Yellow Rose