The village of Relford and the mysteries of Dagger rock
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Journal of Garrod the Miner
Hangover today: I drank too much Cauchemar whiskey.
Galwinn was kind enough to let me sleep. I missed today’s
roster. Garrod: You’re a damn fool for drinking too much!
(Dated later in the same in the day)
Disaster! An earthquake has caused part of the mine to
collapse. Cantor Daggerstone was down there working and
he is among those trapped. Despite my frailties, I descended
to see what aid I could offer. We can hear them
digging on the other side.
(Dated 3 days later)
It has been three days. The sound of digging is weaker
and less distinct. They are running out of air. I have
(Date is crossed out)
I woke up in the Miner’s Rest this morning. Galwinn says
I collapsed and was brought out. I went to the mine again,
but the foreman would not let me dig. He said that
there’d already been enough accidents for one day. I’m off
to the Cauchemar.
(Dated 6 days after the earthquake)
Cantor was brought out of the mine today, at dusk. Of
those poor workers, he was the only survivor. I saw him,
being helped up to his manor. There was a wild and
haunted look about him. Those with him looked similarly
haunted. The mine is still shut.
(Dated 7 days after the earthquake)
I awoke at dawn, eager to see the mines for myself. My
strength has returned and I vow that I shall put away the
bottle. Some of the miners were gathered by the old oak.
Cantor has decreed that the mines are to remain shut
pending a geological survey by some official in Rel-Draxa.
A lot of us do not know what to do in the meantime.
(Dated 8 days after the earthquake)
The level in the Rel River has dropped. Trout and other
fish flop in the mud.
(Dated 12 days after the earthquake)
I went up to Daggerstone Manor to register a new claim
I am scouting in the western section of the hills. However,
I cannot raise anyone at the door. As a matter of fact, I
have not seen Cantor and his lady wife since the quake.
Surely they have not locked themselves in their house?
Their shutters are closed and their doors are locked.
(Dated 16 days after the earthquake)
The flow of the Rel River has been reduced to a trickle.
It is late spring and there are no leaves on the trees yet. I
asked Galwinn about it, he says that the land has changed
since the earthquake. This is ominous news indeed. Galwinn
said that he is going to range the area to try and
find out what has happened. I will go with him I think; I
need to get out of Relford for a bit.
(Dated 20 days after the earthquake)
The earthquake has changed the very nature of the land;
both Galwinn and I followed the path of the Rel River up
into the hills, close to the mountains. A landslide has destroyed
the waterfall here, diverting the river further
north. Its new course takes it some miles from Relford.
This is bad news indeed.
(Dated 24 days after the earthquake)
It is as if we have arrived in a town alien to us, but this
is Relford. All the miners’ tents are gone from the southern
road leading to the mine and the Miner’s Rest is
empty, except for me and Galwinn, that is. Galwinn has
not talked much since returning. He said he needed to do
some thinking so he went outside to chop wood. I need to
think as well, so I am off to the Cauchemar.
(Dated 25 days after the earthquake)
My money pouch is gone and I have a splitting headache,
thanks to a lump the side of a goose egg on the back of my
skull. Galwinn says that I was brought in last night by
three of Jek’s Boys, Vaskar, Crais and Tollard I think. Jek
is the owner of the Cauchemar. Apparently, the whiskey
I drank did not agree with me and I took a tumble off the
bridge. I don’t remember it. I reckon I’ve been robbed.
(Dated 1 month after the earthquake)
I went up to the Temple to pray; it has been a month
since the earthquake. I saw that farmer; Craddoc Farrow
talking with the new priest…Kelnor is his name. He is a
cleric in the Church of Rax I hear. Their church built the
temple here back when Relford was just a few tents and
bark huts. Father Arden is away in Rel-Draxa and is due
to return in a few months. There is something about Kelnor
I do not like.
(Dated 1 month and 7 days after the earthquake)
At the temple again. If Craddoc is a man of Tychas, why
does Craddoc now pray in the shrine of Rax? I would have
thought his wife would have had something to say about
that, the pious woman she is. I forget her name. Come to
think of it, I saw Barad the Blacksmith and Davven Seward
in Rax’s shrine too.
(Dated 1 ½ months after the earthquake)
Work is scarce around Relford. Galwinn allows me to
stay on at the Miner’s Rest, but I can tell that my presence
is taking a toll. I have taken to doing odd jobs around
(Dated 2 months after the earthquake)
Garik Karel’s oxen are a problem; they keep on knocking
over the low stone wall surrounding his yard and getting
into the small cornfields that Craddoc has sown. Garik has
paid me to repair the wall, but it is hard work and I am
no stonemason. I saw Craddoc’s wife looking out from an
upstairs window in their farmhouse. I thought nothing of
it until I looked over some hours later and saw her still
standing there, watching. Very strange: Was she watching
(Dated 3 months after the earthquake)
I have now realized that a number of people have just
simply disappeared. A number houses stand empty, as if
their entire families have fled in the night.
(Dated 3 and a half months after the earthquake)
Galwinn tells me that Cantor and Elise Daggerstone have
suffered a stroke. They now rest in their beds and Kelnor
has food brought to them from the Black Skull Inn. There
is no word on the Geologists yet.
(Several pages have been ripped out)
(Dated 4 months and 20 days after the earthquake)
Worked for the Livery today. Ngoa is a native from the
hotter regions, but his face betrays his half-breed ancestry.
I was shoveling hay in the loft when I noticed that a number
of mummified animals hang from the rafters. What
manner of vile gods does he follow?
(Dated 6 months and 11 days after the earthquake)
The Day of the Unhallowed. Apparently the Cauchemar
is named after a demon horse ridden by hellish knight that
once terrorized this area. Jek normally celebrates Unhallowed
Eve by offering tours of his cellar, where the horse’s
hoof prints are supposedly burnt into the ground. I don’t
believe it of course, but the whiskey is good.
Jek is not celebrating Unhallowed Eve this year; however
I do not believe that anyone is surprised. Galwinn came
back from the hills this evening, saying that he found the
corpses of three travelers. They were killed by the Harpies
that nest on Dagger Rock.
(A number of pages have become faded and unreadable)
(Dated 7 months and 1 day after the earthquake)
I am shaking. I was taking a shortcut back to the Miner’s
Rest. This route takes me by the edge of Craddoc’s farm.
I was almost to the road by the Old Oak when I heard a
strangled yelp. Squatting hunched in a ditch was who I
believe to be Mrs. Farrow, Craddoc’s wife. She was dressed
in a filthy shift and her black, bedraggled hair obscured
her face. Thinking her to be in trouble, I was about to go
to her, but one of Craddoc’s sons emerged from their
darkened farmhouse, dressed in a nightshift, carrying a
lantern. He was making soft crooning noises as he approached
his mother, who seemed not to have noticed his
approach. It was only when he reached her that she
jumped; dropping into what can only be described as a
feral posture. Putting an arm around her, Craddoc’s son
escorted the woman slowly back into their home. It was
only after they had gone, that I realized that the woman
was hunched over the corpse a small dog; several bites had
been taken out of its flesh. I stood, bile rising in my throat
until I heard the door to the farmhouse open again. It was
Craddoc himself this time, carrying a shovel. I watched as
he took the remains of the dog and buried it by the old
tree in the corner of his property.
(Dated 7 months and 2 days after the earthquake)
I told Galwinn of my encounter. I do not think he believed
me. There is something bad going on here, I can feel
it. I found some money in an old sock and I went to the
Cauchemar to buy a meal; their food always cheers me. It
was on the way that I ran into the Finns. Zachary runs
the Wainwright and is Relford’s carpenter. His little girl
was in tears; their dog had run away. Realization hit me
then and I lost my appetite. I did not have the heart to
tell them what I saw. My nerves are on edge and I am
afraid to go to out after dark.
(Dated 8 months after the earthquake)
We awoke this morning to find a gaudy circus has arrived
in Relford. Called the Bizarre Bazaar, this sideshow
supposedly contains all manner of creatures to astound
and amaze. However, there is something about them; a
hard edge and a fey quality, as if they do not belong on
this earth. The circus owner, a bizarre clean-shaven dwarf
with a square jaw, a ragged top hat and a faded brocade
coat, paraded a cadre of his sideshow attractions around
town with much pomp and fanfare.
(Dated the same day)
I am glad to see that Father Arden has returned to
Relford today also. I will make it my business to see him
as soon as possible. Evil has gripped Relford, I am sure of
(Dated the same day)
The Bizarre Bazaar is a sorry affair, although some of
the acts are quite good: ‘Iorgos the Bear’ is a man who
contains limitless strength and bestial power. Also, Aquanara
the Fish Queen has a beautiful voice. She appears to
be an elf, but is unlike any I have previously encountered;
her skin is green.
(Dated 7 months and 3 days after the earthquake)
A terrible thing has happened. Father Arden has been
found murdered. His body was found in the street, naked
in a pool of his own blood, with hellish sigils carved into
his flesh. Lugas’ Smithy has also burnt in the night; Lugas
and his family perishing in the blaze. Kelnor is claiming
devil worshippers have taken residence in the Daggerstone
Hills. For want of a better explanation, I believe him, but
I also think that they have already infected the town with
their evil ways. I told Zachary about their dog and implored
that he and his family leave Relford as soon as possible.
(Dated the same day)
Garik Karel only just returned and has left town again
in a terrible hurry, after Evaine, the madam of the bordello
spoke with him. She has a haunted look upon her
face. I am going to implore anyone who will listen to leave
(Dated the same day)
Galwinn is an obstinate fool. As his friend, I fear for him
greatly, but I also fear for my own safety and anyone else
that has come to this accursed place.
Despite the murder, the circus is still here. I will go to
them tonight, just after nightfall and warn them to leave.
(Undated, shaky handwriting)
I do not know what has happened to this place. I went
and sat in the dead woodlands to the south of Relford,
trying to muster the courage needed to face Koch Koblin
and his Bizarre Bazaar. No one believes me. It was then
I noticed robed figures stealing through the shadows ahead
of me, surrounding the circus. They silently stormed the
circle of caravans, pinning the circus folk to the ground
and foully slaying anyone who resisted. These robed men
and women then took their prisoners south, through the
I considered backtracking and grabbing Galwinn, but I
was afraid that I would lose them. They must have been
the devil worshippers that Kelnor was talking about. This
procession entered the Daggerstone mines, guided by
lanterns they had obviously stowed by the entrance. It
was an easy matter to follow them through the dark, underground
passageways, as I remembered the mine’s layout
However, I was not ready for the sight I beheld.
The procession was led to the cave-in where Cantor
Daggerstone and the other unfortunate miners had become
trapped in the earthquake. There, upon the rock
was carved a hellish maw that that looked as if it had always been there. The procession disappeared inside and I
was loathing following them, however curiosity got the
better of me and after a swig of whiskey, I followed too.
The maw led into an ancient passageway, with carvings
etched into the walls. They depicted alien creatures that
swam in the water, much like the singing elf in the Bizarre
Bazaar. The procession continued, carrying its struggling
prisoners, deep into the far reaches of what must me some
ancient temple to a god whose vileness has been long forgotten.
I nearly lost myself within those alien corridors, until I
at last emerged into a wide, pillared chamber. There, a
statue of a hideous demon leered at a black pool. The
robed cultists knelt in supplication before a tall man, who
clutched a sacrificial knife above the body of the hapless elf
singer, before driving it home into her breast. Two cultists
lifted the dying elf into the black water, which churned at
the action of some nameless horror that lurked beneath
The terror within me was palpable; I barely noticed that
I was standing too close to a brazier and my coat had
caught fire. I removed it as quickly as I could and I ran
blindly into the darkness. I cannot say for certain if those
vile demon-worshippers saw my face, but they must surely
know that an intruder was in their midst.
I ran through the darkness, barely noticing that I
emerged from the mine until I fell down the ravine where
the Rel River once flowed. I crawled down and slept for a
time under the stone bridge. Strangely, I feel safe down