And the Namless

At dawn we were greeted by two Noonblessed. Aside from them, the Ta’Alaq remained empty. The Majilisun had died, and the city was deep in mourning. Maria Goldenlight Turinya explained our situation to us: the murder of two families, the disappearance of their children. We were given three days to prove our innocence. We went to Alizée’s shop—she needed her armor. The "Feylight Haven" is truly a lavish shop. Three beautiful spiders work for her—each magical in their own unique way. —I really need to question Alizée about them— She also has some stunning fabrics; with those, I could definitely have something elegant designed for myself. Something airy and loose-fitting—something that highlights my movements rather than restricting them like my armor does. Yuri, Steam, (and myself) behaved like the biggest children—using her mattresses as trampolines. —We didn’t even take off our shoes— It felt good to leave the seriousness of life behind for just a moment. Alizée returned shortly afterward and completely chewed out the two of them. Steam dragged me into it—that little traitor. Still, today Alizée was far more approachable than she was yesterday, even though she had just trimmed us down to size.
 
At the crime scene, we were “greeted” by the guards. The guards were truly useless—anyone could just walk up to the crime scene and alter or tamper with it. There we found, the six individuals we had left to their fate at the Market of Melodies. They now sought to prove our guilt.
What we discovered, in brief:
The men had been robbed of their strength—their bodies wasted with sudden weakness.
The women had been robbed of their very souls. - At last, my choices have led me to the right point.
An arabesque knot—a gateway for the undead, something is missing, magic is needed.
Old sand…
 
I am certain that my Lady sent me here for this very reason—to save these souls and punish their murderers. No soul must be denied the Transition. Yuri knows a great deal about this type of weapon—Soul-Knife-like. He denied ever wielding such things, but his connection to them deeply unsettles me. I do not want to stand against him... but if fate demands it of me, then so be it. —The word of my Lady is absolute— The arabesque knot we found appears to be some kind of portal—one that can interact more intensely with the undead. Whether it’s a portal or a summoning circle, I cannot say. I’ve never seen anything like it before. Aurélie was brave enough to place her trust in me. —And yet I couldn’t keep my promise to her— She disappeared alone, even though I swore I wouldn’t let that happen. It was only for a few seconds…
—I must keep my next promise—
She spoke of a voice—at first just sounds, some kind of language. I repeated the sounds she heard, and slowly, it began to make some kind of sense.
("Come, my children... let us build a new kingdom"—or something like that.)
 
We went on to Steam’s uncle Tholim Coppermantel and aunt Zahara Jal'Zuun, for his uncle was said to know much about sand. At first I thought little of it, but it turned out to be, in the words of the honorable Ealam Alnizam, “a perfect plan.” While Alizée went to see her family, Steam and I went swimming, searching to see what remained of the Market of Melodies. Nothing. We ate and stayed the night there. All of us gathered again, and at last we could speak in peace. Something important had happened with Alizée—I know that look: secrets.
Later, I shared a quiet moment with the undead one—she is so peculiar—Aurelie. (I am allowed to call her Aura.) Aura told me of some of her inventions after I asked about my musket (if she had seen such a thing). Truly delightful little trinkets. In the end she hardly wished to stop speaking, and of course I listened carefully as I prepared my place for meditation. Aura was the first to help me there—offering a flower that did not quite belong, but on her second try she gave me a small, delicate bloom that fit perfectly. A very kind undead indeed.
 
My hand aches from writing. Will it ever become easier with the left?
 
-Oro'thion