Spirits Warn Desecrators
(Crossing, Zoluren: 309 Skullcleaver 359)
A young mage, Jacobias walks into the bar. He flops down onto a stool.
"Baresh, a cup of your cheapest wine" he calls out
"Baresh, what d’ya make of this. It was duing the most recent trouble at the cemetary, you know, outside the Northeast Gate. I had just dragged a barbarian to the clerics guild. On my way out, suddenly the air grew icy, and a dank grey mist coalesced into a vaguely human shape.
The shade rasped out, "The desecrators will be followed……." as it dissolved again.
I don’t know if others saw this, or if it was just me. I cannot figure out what it was."
The elf then got up, dropped several kronars on the bar and walked out, pausing to say
"All I can say is, I’m glad they weren’t talking about me…"
[Ed Note: Something similar was reported without these exact details the other day, too.]