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An easy job.
At least that is what Elyn had been told. Guarding a graveyard was certainly not the most interesting work she had found herself in. Only last week she had dealt with a nearby bandit group settled in an abandoned manor-house. With a little help of course, but this.. This was not half as fun. On the hiring boards this had been tacked, right with all the other things people needed help doing in this shit-hole town. Once a month someone tried to take this job, and within a week it would be back on the board. This time however, the pay had doubled. The job was for a night guard, and only one woman had managed to hold it for a reasonable length of time in memory. Seni Grandheir had been an odd duck, but kept a good watch over the years. Even with her supervision some folks manage to slip in a few days every year. From those people are where the rumors that the cemetery is haunted. Though nothing ever left the gates. Sadly Seni disappeared just earlier this week. No trace of her could be found. The day watch had seen her come in and take over, and she hadn't been there when he returned. The sheriff went to her house and found it empty, covered in a layer of dust suggesting abandonment. People are still a little on edge by her disappearance, but they've stopped searching as she had no family and at 86 she was getting ready to pass on as it was. So the new notice went on the board, looking for a watchman to replace her. Honestly looking for two, but one would do. When Elyn had checked the board yesterday, having just finished her last job. She saw it was all that was left, so why not try it? So yesterday she had. The day watchman gave her the keys when she showed up, the owner had been there too to explain how things worked. The night passed quietly, not even a whisper of wind. The crunch of the day watchman's, Id was his name, boots on the path being the first thing to break the silence. In all honesty it had been a nice night, clear crisp end of autumn, the sun rising slowly in vibrant shades just before Id came to take his post.
Tonight though, things were different. Id wasn't there to hand things off, but Elyn had her own keys. So she just let herself in. The guard post stands where it always has, looming just inside the gate, shut and dark. This too is easily opened by a key from the ring, and a lamp lit soon after makes it a little more cozy. Sitting down in the guard chair the warrior felt her foot hit something that hadn't been there last night. A simple wooden box with an ornate star shaped keyhole. Thinking about it there had been a star shaped key on the ring, trying it and finding it work was a bit of a surprise. The lid opened smoothly and within was a simple envelope with tight spidery script across its front reading: "To my successor, whomever she might be" The other object in the box was a black, leather bound book, completely unmarked on both covers. A mystery for certain. Then a scream wrenches its way through the night, from somewhere in the graveyard. A terrible, inhuman sound grating against the warrior's ears. Ringing in them for several moments after the sound itself had stopped.
OOC: Please make me a perception[WIS] or Knowledge(Nature)[INT] check for me.
At least that is what Elyn had been told. Guarding a graveyard was certainly not the most interesting work she had found herself in. Only last week she had dealt with a nearby bandit group settled in an abandoned manor-house. With a little help of course, but this.. This was not half as fun. On the hiring boards this had been tacked, right with all the other things people needed help doing in this shit-hole town. Once a month someone tried to take this job, and within a week it would be back on the board. This time however, the pay had doubled. The job was for a night guard, and only one woman had managed to hold it for a reasonable length of time in memory. Seni Grandheir had been an odd duck, but kept a good watch over the years. Even with her supervision some folks manage to slip in a few days every year. From those people are where the rumors that the cemetery is haunted. Though nothing ever left the gates. Sadly Seni disappeared just earlier this week. No trace of her could be found. The day watch had seen her come in and take over, and she hadn't been there when he returned. The sheriff went to her house and found it empty, covered in a layer of dust suggesting abandonment. People are still a little on edge by her disappearance, but they've stopped searching as she had no family and at 86 she was getting ready to pass on as it was. So the new notice went on the board, looking for a watchman to replace her. Honestly looking for two, but one would do. When Elyn had checked the board yesterday, having just finished her last job. She saw it was all that was left, so why not try it? So yesterday she had. The day watchman gave her the keys when she showed up, the owner had been there too to explain how things worked. The night passed quietly, not even a whisper of wind. The crunch of the day watchman's, Id was his name, boots on the path being the first thing to break the silence. In all honesty it had been a nice night, clear crisp end of autumn, the sun rising slowly in vibrant shades just before Id came to take his post.
Tonight though, things were different. Id wasn't there to hand things off, but Elyn had her own keys. So she just let herself in. The guard post stands where it always has, looming just inside the gate, shut and dark. This too is easily opened by a key from the ring, and a lamp lit soon after makes it a little more cozy. Sitting down in the guard chair the warrior felt her foot hit something that hadn't been there last night. A simple wooden box with an ornate star shaped keyhole. Thinking about it there had been a star shaped key on the ring, trying it and finding it work was a bit of a surprise. The lid opened smoothly and within was a simple envelope with tight spidery script across its front reading: "To my successor, whomever she might be" The other object in the box was a black, leather bound book, completely unmarked on both covers. A mystery for certain. Then a scream wrenches its way through the night, from somewhere in the graveyard. A terrible, inhuman sound grating against the warrior's ears. Ringing in them for several moments after the sound itself had stopped.
OOC: Please make me a perception[WIS] or Knowledge(Nature)[INT] check for me.