Session #2, I don't like poltergeists.

We started our investigations at the Different Dog, after our morning cuppa. I drew up my my mystic cat eyes on my eyelids. All mystical and no one commented. I checked with BOB the night before, BOB had nothing to add. Unfortunately, I mainly took post mortem communication as a way to meet some cute goths. Now I am in Karnath, everyone is goth and every grandma is a Siouxsie and the Banshees fan. Granted Siouxsie makes undeath look good! So I put my faith in Lady Furry Feathers. She can catch a glance of the spirit that haunts the stage.
 
I sit atop a table and open my third and fourth eyes and sent Lady to the stage. She really is a diva, but her feathers are majestic! Suddenly, a malignant spirt arose out the the stage, the spirt slammed into poor Lady Furry feather and popped her! Devastated, I nearly did not notice the will o wisps coming into our flanks. It took some heroic efforts to down the poltergeist. Finally, I struck him down with a witch bolt. We heard a lute playing once victory was secured, a ghostly gnome was the source. A bard named Durthmeck Seamfinder, bards are worse divas than Lady! Obsessed with not being forgotten, I scoured his name in the dressing room. Preserving it for all time! Or until the room is re-painted. He told us of the tale of how is group was betrayed and murdered. Our reward is a stay for a night and a large breakfast. Yonzi wanted congenital breakfast. Bah! we deserve more than toast! Rested i summon lady Furry Feathers back and we head off.
 
We head to the site of Thamior Floshem death. A warehouse where he fell. The place he fell was 40 ft up, so Yonzi goes climbing. Lady Furry Feathers can fly top there. however talented she is, she is not a thief. Some things require hands. I tried explain this to Fonzi, especially that he should check for traps, when he set off a trap. He did not grab the quill and ink , even after I asked nicely. Lady grabs the quill in her delicate mouth. A nice hawk feather with a red and gold braiding . We also have some letters about the brotherhood, they were locating stolen kyber crystals that were in the area. Wonzi made a mess of things, and we leave the area, I wanted to do a proper diagraming with sketches, push pins and red yarn. I had to settle on drawing diagram on the cobble stones. It is clear to me that the rest of the kyber crystals are on the downed airship Pride of Stormhold.
 
I feel it is important to flushing out our investigations of the death of the Black Mug Brotherhood. So we head to Dundragon Home, an orphanage named after Morn Dundragon. The third victim. His zombie corse patrols the school grounds. We get there and there are two obliterated zombies. (saying zombies are dead seems inaccurate). Something has taken the children. We rush in like fools. Lady hangs back, I don't blame her. Two animated suits of armor and what I suspect is a possessed child has turned the children into screaming swarms. Well MORE ominous than primal screaming swarms of usual children. It was hell! I ran out of spells, ANOTHER damn poltergeist! Lady spotted him, thankfully she stayed outside out of harms way. The poltergeist controlled the two animated suits and an annoying large child. We won in the end. Populace has commitment issues. Or maybe dislikes orphans.
 
I am worried about me becoming a seer. I had two critical insights, I dismissed them as a joke at the time. Then they immediately came true. I am all for mystical trappings of the opening my other eyes. Seerhood would be a distraction from my goals.