— “I AM” was the message on the skeleton. —
What “I Am” means and to whom is a mystery. The skeleton stands mounted to a wooden stake in the meadow below Tilikambo. Arms outstretched and empty eyesockets staring up toward the Asing power base, Mount Tilikambo. The creature’s bones striated and etched without so much as a stitch or scent of flesh left on them. Only thin white sinews holding it together.
The meadow site below Tilikambo is all the more confusing for the general chaos around it. A makeshift perimeter barrier had been placed around the skeleton. Broken and bent outward as if something had escaped or fled. Nearby a tent. Trampled grass. Fresh bloodstains and a bloodied ax. A meadow which has not know much unrest since the meteor landed there last year.
I arrived at the site yesterday morning. Charles appears to have arrived at the scene just prior to my arrival. Former lich was studying the skeleton but had no opinions as to whom it could have been. One of the many questions is whether the poor soul had been alive or dead when this happened. These were not the bones of someone dug from the earth. They were fresh – showing none of the porous quality normally shown as they would naturally decompose.
The feel of void taint was about the site. Charles himself who has been infected. Felt strongest in his presence nonetheless there were traces around the skeleton itself. Ebon Reach is at the heart of this. If the void is involved they are at the root of it. We would do well to seek a cleric. One that can be trusted. We need to gather weaponry and be prepared. There was a feeling of discord withi the site. The message is incomplete. I feel there is more to come. Check on your friends and neighbors and seek out those missing. Pray that the skeleton is not friend or family member.
I feel that a time of great trouble is about to befall us. There is a mystery to be unraveled. I sought out the Asing but none could be found. Normally I would find Juni at the Great Tree or one of her followers. The ceremonial fire burned in the pit but there was a feeling of emptiness… a hollowness. The village, it too was empty when I arrived. A few jungle elves paddled by on the river but ignored my calls to catch their attention. Be ready. Be prepared. Those of us who call this home must stand together.
Submitted by Blanche Toulley, Stormstead Quartermaster
Submitted OOCly by Blanche Fralto