Witcher Journal Entry- The Dead, should stay dead. After a few weeks of being in Widu I’ve learnt which places to be to hear exchange of words amongst friends and rumours alike. During my time roaming the town’s shadows and alley ways I overheard two guards talking about a cursed tomb within Widu’s wall, if it is truly cursed then I ought to find the right person to pay me to lift the curse. I wonder if I should take Alder with me for some hands on experience with curses, but first I must find a person of authority. | ||
“Ya heard da rumour of da Thnal tomb ?” the half helm guard said. “Monster’s be creepin out at night and dragiin’ any ones unluckies enough ta be near it…no bodies be found durin’ da day nutting..”
The second guard was lazily leaning on their halberd, he was chubby and his armour barely fit him. These guards were obviously merely peasants in armour, the Witcher contuines to listen in sitting nearby pretending to watch others go about their business.
“Ta captain said naught ta speak of des tings, I dinna want me coin ta be wasted cosy a opened ya bigga mouth.” There was a pause from the chubby guard. “But Aye I did what ya think it is ?”
“I heard was some foul smellin’ ting, glowin’ white eyes and a moan dat be sendin’ chill’s down ye back !” the half helm one said. “Dey make me tink of dem undead monsters…like em..dm skell’o’s”
The chubby guard laughed. “Ya real believes in does, ya a dam fool I be bettin’ its just bandits dat be so foul smellin’ and dirty dat people be thinkin dey see da dead risin’.” He shakes his head. “Wouldn’t be da first time some scum got in da town through some old passage way, der be tons of tunnels which we be still tryin’ ta find.”
The Witcher noted that, interesting so there are tunnel underneath the town itself, he told himself, I’ll have to find one and see where it leads. He considers what he’d heard so far, the tombs held some kind of trouble that the Witcher guessed as much whether it was bandits or monsters it mattered little, if cleared out the Witcher could get paid and possibly find one of these underground tunnels. He waited a few more moments listening again to the guards.
“I eard da one of dem Royal Huntsmen was bout, be lookin’ ta hire some idiots ta venture in der at night…who could be stupid nuf ta go there at night ?” the half helmed one asked.
“Hunters, adventerers and any other stupid fortune seeker…tell ya what be easier ta just sent a unit of guards down there and get it looked at !” the chubby one said with a firm nod, that only made the half helm chuckle.
“Ya wanna be part of dat unit ?” the half helm asked.
“N..no course not, I be needed else were’ere even, ta make sure no scum be getting’ in da tower !”
Reaver left after that, no amount of scratching backsides or yawning would provide the Witcher with more information regarding this.
Tavern Theme
He headed down to a tavern by the market place known as the Limpin’ Knight, he entered and looked around to see patrons and drunken visitors, by the fireplace was a band of dwarfs chanting a song that Reaver had never. The Witcher shut the door behind him as he walked over to his usual corner table and sat down to update his journal, the lights were dim but sunlight that shun into the tavern gave Reaver enough to read and write.
Journal Entry It would seem that the person I need to visit is either the Captain of the Guard or the Royal Huntsmen, knowing how organised the guards are here I’ll have better time finding the royal huntsmen. | ||
Reaver -“I heard there is a royal huntsmen in town, do you know where I might find him ?” Dwarf - "Oh aye dat won’t be hard, ya see tha fancy armour chap in the corner wit dem harlets over there, das your man. Da lad’s been drinking his whiskey down like it was gold, now can I get you anything else ?" | ||
“Aye what do you *hiccups* want !?”
The Witcher paused and looked at both women then shook his head, if they heard it so be it. The Witcher thought of the questions he should ask, should he be polite and do some idle chit chat. No, that would be a waste of time, he’d get straight to business.
Reaver -I heard you were the person to go to regarding a tomb that needed clearing. I am a Witcher I deal with problems and aid solving them, for a price.- Huntsmen “Aye, I am the *hiccups* man to talk to, royal huntsman I am and all. I got ton’s of gold ta reward ya, I don’t real know what a Witcher is but you can try your luck down there, 500 freznics if you clear the tomb up another 500 if you bring me the head of the monster causing this trouble…and my eternal gratitude *hiccups* of course” | ||
Reaver -Do you know anything about what’s caused these disappearances ?- Huntsmen“Nope, some say it’s the dead rising from the tomb…not liking the whole commotion that was caused during the revolt…others say its just bandits using the tomb as a lair…but then again no one has been found during the morning searches…not that the guards were in any rush to leave..” | ||
Reaver-Do you always keep such good company ?- Hunstmen laughs “Aye lad, I got the gold they get their earning. All I have to do is look for idio…I mean professional to go deal with the problem…they bring me the head and all I return to the court and get a nice fat commission. A man has to enjoy his well earnt coin after all, if not on food then why not ladies.” | ||
“I shall return with your monsters head.” He said and the hunstmen had merely replied. “Good luck to you then.” The Witcher shook his head at the thought, luck had no input in the matter it was all about experience and timing. The Witcher had what he had come in for, he now only had to deal with the monsters in the tomb which would be another matter with that done the Witcher made his way to the tombs entrance by the temple.
Journal Entry The royal huntsmen has agreed to pay me 500 coins for clearing the tomb, another 500 if I bring back the head of one of the monster to prove I have killed them. He did say however that they may be bandits instead of monsters but a job is a job to me. I should prepare and enter the tomb. | ||