Dec 22, 2019 2:10 am
The Village of Wickhampton
Having left Torkertown, you traveled north west toward Cambridge. You are near, hoping to perhaps reach Cambridge in the next day or two, weather permitting.
In the last hamlet, you heard talk of a spate of grave robbings in a small nearby village. Locals in the neighboring hamlets consider themselves fortunate the grave robbers have not spread their wings and come to steal their dead.
The graveyard of the small church in the hamlet of Wickhampton has been desecrated several times over the last six months and corpses stolen. The villagers are divided in their opinion of who is to blame, with grave robbers and necromancers receiving equal curses.
You arrive just before dark and make their way to the inn. While eating your supper, the heroes overhear two locals discussing the situation.
"I know we are late, but I haven't the heart to watch over that cursed graveyard tonight. Another ale might make it better," says one.
"Yer a fool, Jack Larson. Yea think a belly full of rotgut is going to better your odds of survivin' an encounter the dread necromancer? More likely you'll get us both killed. But I not be going there alone, so finish up quick. Molly will never let me hear the end if I give up good wage."
Having left Torkertown, you traveled north west toward Cambridge. You are near, hoping to perhaps reach Cambridge in the next day or two, weather permitting.
In the last hamlet, you heard talk of a spate of grave robbings in a small nearby village. Locals in the neighboring hamlets consider themselves fortunate the grave robbers have not spread their wings and come to steal their dead.
The graveyard of the small church in the hamlet of Wickhampton has been desecrated several times over the last six months and corpses stolen. The villagers are divided in their opinion of who is to blame, with grave robbers and necromancers receiving equal curses.
You arrive just before dark and make their way to the inn. While eating your supper, the heroes overhear two locals discussing the situation.
"I know we are late, but I haven't the heart to watch over that cursed graveyard tonight. Another ale might make it better," says one.
"Yer a fool, Jack Larson. Yea think a belly full of rotgut is going to better your odds of survivin' an encounter the dread necromancer? More likely you'll get us both killed. But I not be going there alone, so finish up quick. Molly will never let me hear the end if I give up good wage."
