They finally arrived. Well, most of them. Janine met with them, but she did not see me. I think Mark knows that I watch them still. I remember it still, the new ones, and the old ones that returned. Some became well known, some forgotten in a dark place. Their necromancer’s power was stronger now, still nothing compared to my full strength, but in my current state, a worthy adversary. The holy warrior brought a traveling companion or two. One of his kind, and one of another, both priests, I think. I had hoped to see the radiant one, but she did not show, perhaps finally finding her lost love has had her, pre-occupied. Tiefling, the most cursed of them, I think he shall soon find his truer origins. Finally, the divine creatures become involved, the incarnate of good arrived.
I had told Janine of “my farm” coming under attack closer to the deadlands of Kelemchek, she relied my tale to the new and old alike. As I knew they would, they began the return to where it all once began. My hope is that they find what I know is there, that they question it. That they push back into the heart of darkness.
Once the others arrive, I will find a tale to bring them together. I do not know which one holds the key, but surely it must be one of them.