A Handful of Graves in the City of the Dead in Venn

Venn exists as a trade center where three rivers meet to flow into the Inner Sea. At the center of the city is the City of the Dead, maintained by The Knells – a religious order organized with the sole purpose of dealing with the dead. Knell society revolves around death and a reverence for the dead. Other groups from all over the continent send their dead to the Knells for safekeeping to avoid the dangers of those few who simply won’t stay down. Tours can be arranged to visit loved ones as the Knells escort you carefully through winding passages to the crypts where they have been interred.

Here are five memorials you might come across during one of these tours:

little-spaces-burial-mounds-cover1. (Cairn/ Limestone/ Words/ Years/ Disturbed/ Single/ Mother/ Disease)

At the end of a long hall, you encounter a pile of regularly-shaped stones haphazardly put together. Each stone has been imprinted with a single symbol, with five different symbols appearing on the limestone. One of the five, the symbol for sickness, has been consistently broken everywhere it is visible.

When you ask the caretaker, he explains that this was Phan Ray Moon, the mother of four kind children in the market district. She died of a particularly nasty disease she contracted after dealing with a foreigner in the market. Her children, who paid for her interment, asked for the symbols for love, power, family, beauty, and disease be imprinted upon the stones of the cairn with the symbol for disease to be broken, because no disease lasts after death – the ultimate cure.

2. (Marker/ Basalt/ Symbols/ Decades/ Tended/ Single/ Unknown/ Supernatural)

A small dark stone marking a particularly low drawer in this mausoleum draws your attention. Imprinted upon the basalt is the symbol for mystery. And you note that the area near this particular grave is particularly clean, without even a speck of dust or dirt.

Your guide tells the story of Havard Bain, a respected researcher into the dark arts who one day a few decades ago just passed away in his office. Foul play was suspected, but never proven and his assistants spoke of a new find he had discovered right before his odd death.

3. (Mound/ Travertine/ Words + Name + Date + Symbols/ Decades/ Tended/ Single/ Daughter/ Personal Violence)

Looking slightly out of place in this hallway lies a well-kept mound of dirt roughly the size of a small chest. Mounted on a sturdy metal post is a sign declaring this to be the resting place of young Nereen Volga, age 7.

The young girl passed away as the direct result of a robbery in her home, crushed by a falling cabinet felled as the thief was attempting to flee. Her father, the hero Yarrow who led a group of people on an ill-fated expedition through the Haphet Dragon Mountains far to the north before settling in the city, caught the criminal but could not save his child. Though the thief was eventually caught and punished, Yarrow asked that the girl, who loved to plant things in her garden, be buried in the earth.

The beige travertine sign includes the phrase “The smallest seed of faith is better than the largest fruit of happiness. We shall meet again dear child” and a rough drawing of a flower based on one of Nereen’s designs is at the bottom of the placard.

4. (Sculpture/ Onyx/ Blank/ Uncertain/ Tended/ Single/ Mother/ Accident)

A black cat made of solid onyx rests upon a pedestal in the center of this room. There is no indication of whose memorial this may be, but when asked your guide simply explains that the woman was loved and loved felines of all varieties, so when she passed suddenly as the result of an accident in her own home, her son asked that a simple statue be made in her honor to show one of her passions in life. Her name has been lost to time, but the statue appears in perfect condition and gleams in the torchlight.

5. (Tomb/ Soapstone/ Words + Date + Symbols/ Centuries/ Disturbed/ Single/ Elder/ War)

A dark gray tomb has been set in a corner of this room. Upon one wall rests a broken plaque reading “My truths were precious in wartime, but the lies I used to protect me failed. PF 325.” At the bottom have been carved a spear and a scroll.

When you ask your guide, she simply tells you of a warrior scholar who lived long ago espousing the principles of sound intelligence during wartime and the use of disinformation. He passed at a ripe old age, though foul play was suspected by one of his closest friends from the other side of the war in which he gained his fame. The story is that as a young man he asked his friend, who later became a general in his enemy’s army, to kill him should he become too feeble to play a simple game of chess. But the truth has been lost to time.

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