The penmanship of this old tome is excessively formal and rigidly neat, with a certain archaic style.

Kythorn 12th, 1373 DR

Through gloomy caverns and lightless paths have I found my way to this place, this Sanctuary. Great is the need of its people. The corrupt walk through the streets and are raised to the highest positions of prominenence, the long-dead walk restless and disturbed through their crypts, and the care of the Mausoleum is placed into the hands of an unserious simpleton who fails to inscribe the names of the deceased.

It seems I will have little time for my quill in this dark place, as bringing rest to the restless and corrupt is always my highest duty. Heavy is the weight of my simple flail, but I will not be deterred from all necessary actions. In the course of such actions, many of the walking dead or other wicked were put to rest, may the Pitiless One help them find their appointed place in the life after:

A very long tally of zombies, spirits, spectres, shadows, and other undead creatures follows, each one briefly described.

In the course of organizing one such holy mission, I encountered several men-at-arms of a House Archibald. Regrettably one such soul was revealed to me by the omniscient gaze of Jergal as having been tainted by corruption. It was in the course of an argument relating to this in which my own character was impugned, and I was invited to view the good works of this House Archibald. I was brought to their estate and saw a great assembly of children, and it was explained to me that they were rescued orphans. I told the children a story, assured them that their name will be recorded when they die, and reached an agreement with Squire Geb that I will go to the estate regularly to teach them to read.

The Deceased

Sarah Halleck Tom Halleck