Under Shadow

Goodman, the ghost, has been released from the barn. Though it is not under pleasant circumstances that I agreed to do this. D.A. and I approached him in his fortification of hay bales and began to explain what had occurred before his death, but he demanded again to see Mirtai. Or rather, he wanted to see the dead Lord’s daughter, Mira. With whom Mirtai shares her appearance.

As we argued this, the barn trembled and a vicious voice disrupted us. A shadow, the desiccated form of a woman, appeared in the rafters above and proclaimed her hatred and anger. It was, I think, the remnant of the Lord’s wife, the one that was ill and for whom the demon had been called to deal. She threatened and screamed, demanding that Mirtai die so that she could reclaim the fruit of her womb: that which keeps her bound to this plane.

By D.A.'s potent magic and my own lesser Frost attacks – apparently Goodman’s ghostly firearm can do real damage as well – she was driven from the barn. But he, the ghost, did not wish to remain trapped inside. Trusting him because he had helped us fight the shadow, I removed the wards and allowed him out. He is forbidden from the house only. As a note, his name is Nathan.

There was a casualty, though. D.A. had used a powerful spell to drive away the shadow-spectre and was terribly weakened following the confrontation. I fret and worry now, and have enacted an experimental defense. But to maintain it, I require more candles.