Has anyone seen Jackdaw???

(NOT MAGNUS)

(this paper is covered in strange sigils, many written in blood, any knowledge of the supernatural will tell you they are anti scrying, and anti demon in nature)

Hunters needed, entire cabal, all negative energy... each has a piece of a phylactery

The lot of um go along the major arcana...

-The fool

Would the major arcana be all of the spheres of the Weave or what remains of those still willing to stand with Necrophitus, where'er he may hide?

~Nalick

(NOT MAGNUS)

(this paper is covered in strange sigils, many written in blood, any knowledge of the supernatural will tell you they are anti scrying, and anti demon in nature)

Neither, more like an old hat trying to suck at the power vacuum left by recent events...

I cant write too much, being watched, scholars can look into things... the short one with the tatoos knows a bit more...

Every legend has to start some where

-The Fool

"Hunters needed". Sounds like we have a fight on our hands. Multiple, by the Fool's wording. When the scholars start to figure more of this out, call on me. I'll be there.

Let's find what we need to kill and go get Jackdaw. No man left behind.

(The handwriting is sloppy and crooked, but legible despite the occasional misspelling)

I don't know Jackdaw too well, and I dont know if my infermation will help aneebody, but it seems important enuff to share my story. Because Lordy Lou, do I have one hell of a story to tell.

So you remember that drunken, handsome scoundrel Chaz right? Stupid hat, big grin, carried a cursed as hell-lookin' book? Well the night after the whole catacombs nonsense, I showed him some real Travancian hospitality, iffin you catch my drift. I thought it was gonna be like every other nightly snog of mine (boozin', messin' around, sneaking out the window before daylight, ya'know the usual) but it wasn't. It really wasn't.

First off the buggar has all these fantastical, intricate tattoos. One of which even glowed! (the glowing one looks like one that was on his cursed as hell-looking book). I reconized some being from Coast Haven, while others were clearly crafted using techniques from the northern mountains and a few were from Khitan. A lot of them looked like they were...drained, in some way. Like the ink was running out? I've never seen something like that befer and, obviously, me being a fan of ink myself, I asked him about them. Long story short; some ward off evil spirits, some summon evil spirits... He even told me that the glowin one was helping him hide from a specific person he pissed off in the past. Somethin' about soul selling? Honestly I was kinda drunk so i can't remember the fine details of his sob story...

But that's just the beginning of the wild (and not in a good way) night I had. As soon as I tired the rum-soaked git out 'n he went to sleep, all hell broke loose. Ghosts filled up the entire bleedin' room! I'm talking headless twin girls! I'm talking floating books! Skulls on fire, hundreds of ghostly hands rising outta the floor and pointing to Travance, cats and dogs living together--complete chaos!! And the banjaxed bastard slept through it ALL!! I tried slappin' him awake and at first him being up seemed to get rid of the beasties...but he kept passing out (poor thing can't hold his booze well I figure) and the spectral spooks kept comin' back, meaner and louder each time! I figured I try to keep him awake through....other means, and he was able to stay up (and UP) long enuff to point out some'a his body tattoos that could help get rid'o them. I tried copying them down on paper and hangin' them on the walls, but he didn't always point to the right ones (wasted wanker) and well...I saw a LOT of messed up shite that night. Eventually I managed to summon a big nasty ghost fella who scared all the rest of 'em away--a bloke Chaz had ta put down years ago named Mike. Aneeway, I blacked out after that n woke up with the grog-logged goon still in my bed.

Naturally I decked the sod in the gut and got him to open up to me about wot was goin' on. Apparently Travance is gonna be seein' quite a few nasty spirits in the upcomin' days (NOT my fault, it was gonna happen regardless!) and he promised to help us deal with 'em. He's gonna get us information some'a us gotta desipher while others fight the creatures. ...But that's not all

The REAL important thing about all this is wot he said next. He was prattlin' on about an Old Lich who dressed like the Grim Reaper. Had a bunch of folk assist him in phylaktery. Made 'em look like tarot cards. Each of his crew is a "negative energy creature" holdin' a peice of said phylaktery....sound familiar? Yeah. Yikes. Accordin' to the shit-faced sucker, each'a the cards has a weakness of sorta, so maybe we can find the weaknesses or somethin' like that and bring the whole operation down befer his followers succeed in bringing him bak and getting him a new gang.

So point of the story is, that by Chaz's words, we're gonna be facing off against a LOT of spectral nasties soon enuff...and we gotta take down this Lich-Cult befer the bring the ol' Bastard in Black back. I dunno for sure wot this has to do with Jackdaw, but I figure it must be linked to him in SOME way, right? (Also I gotta stop pickin' up strange men off the street, the company was NOT worth all the ghost-ruckus. [strike]....okay maybe it was...[/strike])

Sorry this was awfully long, mates...told you I had one hell of a story to tell.

-Oakley the Inked

I've been scouting the general area around the catacombs and keeping watch over the Proper since last feast. When I'm not on the move I've been assisting Starling who has been digging deep into books and legends.

In my searches I found the skeletal remains of a smallish spider beast. It's ribcage was roughly the size of my fist, and I would assume is one of the creatures to blame for the webs that Jackdaw was caught by. The remains crumbled when I tried to collect them, but I had made a detailed sketch before attempting to move them. I have the sketch and broken pieces with me for anyone who might like to examine them.

Our research produced significantly more information. A lot of it is legend and folklore, but pieces of it line up well with things mentioned by the Fool and the account given by Oakley. Especially the Grim Reaper looking lich, and death leading it. I'll let Starling get into the details, but we're definitely going to have a big problem on our hands come Galladel's Watch. As for the other pieces of the puzzle, they may be other cabal members, but my guess is they may also be some of the "haunts" this legendary creature is said to be able to create. Undead entities that may seem harmless, but can warp reality around them and will attack when you least expect it.

I also have one of the letters found in the catacomb that corroborates things in Oakley's story. I did not find the letter myself, I intended to just borrow it to copy and then give it back to the townsmember that found it. I believe he had an impressive headdress. Thank you for letting me copy it, and I apologize for not getting it back to you before you departed.