Bomfur and the Haunted Book

From the journal of Kaze:
– 1475 – The Year of the Final Stand –
– Bomfur and the Haunted Book –
Bomfur and I were given an assignment to take care of a necrotic artifact rumored to be left in a shallow grave in the woods. As we went to explore, halfway there we found a group of travelers who had been decimated by something necrotic. They had their flesh eaten away from their bones. Almost nothing was salvageable, but Bomfur found a diary among the items left. He kept it for a bit of light reading as we continued on to “commemorate their spirits.” The quest continued for the next few days. Bomfur was glued to the book. He would read passages to me when I was bored. We agreed that the travelers had been caught up in some questionable scenarios. The diary mentioned trying to find the secrets of the great beyond and how to control spirits beyond. Every time Bomfur would finish reading for the night and we would try and get some sleep, I could always swear I felt a third presence lying next to us. I brushed the feeling away and went to sleep each time. When we reached the spot in question, we were met by a group of young, Thayan wizards who had come to claim the prize as well. Seeing my righteous decent, they immediately attacked. The battle was long and almost pointless. The wizards had amazing firepower. They had Bomfur and I pinned behind a rock. As his final act, Bomfur pulled out the diary. “I was almost finished, I just want to see how it ends,” he explained as he flipped to the last page. However, it immediately switched to a language he didn’t understand. As the wizards rounded the sides of the rock, Bomfur questionably tried to pronounce the last page, “Tantir-ah-mis-trobeen-ha-zar-ta… Tantir-man-ov-mis-hazen-sober… Kanda!” With the final word, the trees around us cracked suddenly, startling the wizards. I once again felt that strange presence from before. Suddenly, I watched the Thayan wizards twist and contort their bodies into horrifying, perverse forms. All color had drained from their skin and they had begun to float over the ground. “Great…” I muttered as I rose to my feet. However, now that our enemies were undead, I knew I could “Turn” them. They put up an intense fight, but we were barely able take our newly undead foes. We then promptly burned the shit out of the book and returned home. Success.
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