I met Skaven at the Seax’s, he’s promised to personally check the Fire Giant Skeleton and was able to confirm my suspicions. It indeed sounds as though the Skeleton was Awakened. Skaven himself has performed such a ritual only once, there can’t be more than a handful of people in the city capable of such magics. My concern grows ever more. The pay was generous for the job, particularly as I would have done it for free, though I’m sure that Quarak, Naheeda and Lars would feel differently.
I met a new free company in town, the Elements United. An interesting crowd that was drinking at the Lament. A standard four person party so far as the roles of these things seem to pan out, but interesting. The wizard, Artemis Barnstormer, is one of the gnomes who are enamored by constructs, and their arrival so soon after we smuggled one such effigy into the city means we should keep an eye on what they are doing here. The cleric, Imhotep Setepenre, is a worshiper of a cult of Obad-Hai, who venerate him as a minor death diety. An intriguing group, and I should very much like to exchange some words at length with him regarding some professional interests. I’ll need to sound him out. Interestingly, Eleven, the rogue appears to be a member of an order of assassins in the Venom Desert who forsake their name upon taking their oaths. Bex informs me it seems likely that she is bonded to the cleric, and the two travelled from the Deserts together. I’m sure some of my companions would say more competition for jobs, myself, I see new sources of information
My research is growing ever closer to being able to reanimate the corpses of some small insects I’ve captured about my room. I’ve yet to get it to take hold in anything so complex as arachnids, let alone reptiles or mammals, but I’m ever so close. Such a breakthrough would be immense! Once I understand the secret of restoring life I’ll be so much closer to preventing death in the first place.
I hired – I should say, the Collective has hired a caretaker, Ms. Fetch as she goes by to manage our affairs in our absence and to receive guests in our absence, I was sold on her when she took Naheeda’s side in an argument with Fels about the Boar’s head in the dining room, and the Conservatory does look much better after a day of her handiwork – regardless, I instructed her to hire a Dwarven Sculptor to repair the statue of my Lady recovered from the Swamp Mausoleum. The rubies given in payment will now adorn the statue once his work is done. The sculptor did not seem perturbed by the experiments around the room, neither the scholarly notes, nor the various animals in various states of dissection (I left no vivisections in sight), I trust he is a true worshiper.
My sleep has improved markedly since the prophecy, and I’ve had no further prophetic dreams. Skaven informed me such dreams are not uncommon among the Jasidian faithful, and it has assuaged my fears about its immediacy somewhat.
The others of the Collective are in states of disrepair after a night of heavy drinking. We returned to the guildhall to discover a Lizardfolk the others seemed to recognize. Naheeda called her something to the effect of Shaman, and she had bones strewn about her, I understood their meaning at once, Life abounded, but Death was the quilting point in the center that held it all together. She spoke of the Sisters coming to us in the morning to send us once more into the grasp of the prophecy before fleeing the house, taking no questions. None here can adequately answer my questions, so I shall retire for the night. I shall have to look into an enchantment to reduce the amount of sleep I require, it should do wonders for my research output I imagine. I’ll need to stop by the Arcane Order to inquire about such an item.