RPG@QUT Matt's D&D

Demonic Intervention
Theren's Log

[As always, this is a retelling of Theren’s. Unfettered by the rigours of a factual account, it leaves the sensible, wide, well-guttered path of history to follow the game-trail of whimsy & delight without so much as a guilty backwards glance. Please read the DM log if you wish to know what actually went down.]

Getting on with the story – we continued to give the gnolls ‘what for’ when there was a fierce trembling of the ground that would have forced lesser men to their knees. A split in the earth formed beneath us, threatening to topple us into an eternal hellish darkness. From this gap came a creature, mutated grotesquely from what may once have been a natural form. I have conferred with my fellows, but they are similarly baffled. Our combined wisdom would hint that the creature might once have been an eladrin, but that is no more and no less than what we divined during the battle.

Hot on its heels came a horde of insects – I’m not talking troublesome-at-a-picnic sort of insect, these ones were more like fleas from the hounds of hell, supped on demon-blood, locust plague level of insect. There was no beating back their slow advance, and the demon itself was hardly even scratched by our mightiest of assaults. Amoss threw himself at it like a moth at a window, to more or less the same effect.

Having divined that the creature seemed to be formerly eladrin, and thinking back to the strange connections in Fallcrest with eladrin and the shard consumption that seemed to be turning humanoid creatures demonic, we tried to ask if it was after the ‘red shard’ necklace (stolen from us by a succubus). It seemed to understand our words, but was only interested in our destruction, flinging burning logs in our direction, as well as anything else it could lay its multiple pairs of hands on. We had no inkling of what it was saying, although I thought I recognised a few choice phrases that our old nan used to come out with when we’d been chasing the chickens, or had knocked the clean laundry into the mud (once when we threw the cat down the well she cursed so much that the cow gave sour milk for a fortnight).

Seeing that talk would get us nowhere, and fighting less than nowhere, we were just getting ready to make like a halfing & leave shortly when another of the horrible beasties burst from the ground like a pimple from the face of a teenager. Beneath its skin muscles writhed and fought like eels in mud, but it grabbed the first demon & stopped it from attacking us. We couldn’t really understand what they were saying, but it seemed as though the first demon was trying to end us, possibly on the orders of a higher-up. The first one was more interested in the red-shard, but we never really caught its motive as it forcibly dragged the first demon back into the earth, and zipped the hole up again like an embarrassingly open pair of trousers.

With the demons gone we quickly mopped up the gnolls. Thankfully a large number of wolf puppies, beyond all the odds, had found a safe place in the cave. When the fight was over they hurried out to make sure Amoss was okay in a furry tide of exuberance. We’re just seeing to our wounds now, but from here we must travel. We’ve been too long in the big city & have made (apparently) too many enemies. It’s time we sorted some of this out.

DM log-- Fallcrest 2-7

Back to Fallcrest the dazed party went, to tie up loose ends. First thing was the long overdue business with Lady Talltree of Talltree House. They arranged with the friendly halflings to the south of the town wall to provide a place to meet Talltree in secret, and sent a message once Lady Jade was knocked out with the drug Bastian made from his old family recipe. (Keep in mind, this was the weakest and cheapest version of the drug, taking a substantial risk of detection.) They managed to smuggle the “body” of Jade past the town gates with a clever story and disguise that they were members of a Raven Queen sect that has very strict rules about the transport and shrouding of the dead. This was improved with thoughtful details such as a raven feather and the stinky cloth that had wrapped Zumtleheath’s head, augmented by prestidigitation. That, a small bribe, and a bit of luck {the rolls greatly aided by the clever details added by the players and a few Plot Points} got them well placed for the visit. Bradd lurked outside the tiny shack, keeping a lookout and out of the way (since he was not known to Talltree) while the others waited within.

With a clatter of carriage wheels and angry protests by the peasants being run off the road, Talltree and her guards arrived. She swept in (wearing of course the very latest in fashion) surrounded by well-armed eladrin, and with a cloaked human woman—the healer. To get every advantage, DTIS stole a piece of her diagnostic equipment and sabotaged it—this last made easier by the healer’s distraction by a soulful (if out of tune) ballad by Polly. {Several points of advantage were gotten with these additions, as well as the Plot Points to bolster them, but it remained a tough DC.} This woman checked the body {with a Heal check against the DC dictated by the strength of the coma drug, made a bit tougher since the “body” was now supposedly a couple days dead} and declared her suspicions. Our heroes tried to talk their way out of it but were set back by a sketchy story of what happened that night, and Zepher’s offensive arrogance. As tensions rose, Bradd tried to cause a distraction by setting fire to a nearby stable, but was detected and foiled by angry peasants. Things looked like they were going to come to blows, but our heroes rallied to pull out some premium bullfeathers. They came up with a “ritual of the barley flower” that involved body preservation so the body could be melted properly. This fascinated Talltree who relished the idea of her old nemesis being melted and served as some kind of stew, with her own imagination filling in the details. With some more fast talking {in the form of a mini skill challenge} and grovelling by Zepher, the party avoided near-certain capture by Talltree. Instead, the lady was convinced that the healer was being too cautious, Jade was very dead, and our heroes were amazing assassins. It turned out that Jade’s message back to her head of household of Jade House had worked and the story stuck: a team of eladrin assassins had set the fire, killed Lady Jade with smoke inhalation, and stole the body. So not only was the deed done, but suspicion was diverted from the “assassins” completely.

As a reward, Talltree gave them two highly valuable things, especially in combination: a security pass which gave them full, tax-free passage around the city and throughout Inner Hightown, and the deed to a villa in Fallcrest’s Inner Hightown which they were free to use any way they see fit. A few details about the security pass: their items will still be examined to avoid contraband of an unspecified nature, but they pay no taxes—something that struck our heroes as personally advantageous but tremendously unfair, since the strained trading class had to pay so dearly. They can pass freely into and around Inner Hightown, but their pass is still endorsed by Talltree, and apparently can be revoked by her. They are “accountable” to Talltree for any actions they take. Bradd and Quinne are not included, not having been on the team of assassins, but they can travel inner Hightown as long as they are escorted by one of the people named on the security pass.

They moved all their things from the Blue Moon Alehouse to their new villa. They felt snubbed by all the residents of the immaculate Inner Hightown, with their common clothes and manners very much out of step with the extremely rich, fashionable, and ostentatious residents there. Nobody wanted to talk to them or even be seen with them.

The villa itself was very nice, clean and well-kept though apparently not lived in for quite some time. It had about a dozen rooms on two floors, and a staff of four, including a butler, two maids, and a chef. {The team was invited to design this villa, spending Plot Points to make it unusual to varying degrees. And tell me its name!} It was in a low-walled courtyard with a sturdy gate, and connected to a large, grand tower building by an inner gate which was firmly locked and could not be opened. It appears that this was once an adjunct property to the tower next door, but now is under separate ownership. The tower next door is occupied by some very rich eladrin, but any who appear on its balconies visibly shudder to look down on the rabble that are our heroes.

They went to the House of the Sun to retrieve their fallen companions. Ercullum was first. It was unclear if he was always a simpleton or something had gone wrong with the raise dead ritual. In any case, he was happy to be alive. They advised he go help the poor halflings in Lowtown.

Next was Zumtleheath, who held no grudge against Theren for failing to save her. She had a touching reunion with DTIS, who discovered that her husband has left her long ago, leaving her alone. And single! Unfortunately the touching reunion was tarnished by the fact that Zepher and Theren had just had a little spat that covered the walls and floor with glue, which got on the halfling’s smock, which then stuck to DTIS, which then was left behind as she tried to climb DTIS to kiss him, which led to some baring of hobbit flesh. She’s a very attractive halfling, but everyone was a bit embarrassed on her behalf. DTIS held her down and rebuffed her advances… for now. He does still love her, but must have his reasons not to show it at the moment.

Lev was sent packing with a last infusion of gold. At first the young man resisted, because Ruby was here in Fallcrest and he could not leave her. But Theren {with a natural 20 on Bluff} convinced him that Ruby had said that what she really wanted was to settle down in Harkenwold with Lev, and she was going there now, and expected Lev to be there with their new home all fixed up. This put Lev into a great hurry to get home and dub the Snake’s Head Inn as the newly refurbished “Ruby Rose”. He eagerly boarded the next carriage to Harkenwold.

Lev happened to share the ride with DTIS and Zumtleheath, who went to Harkenwold on a kind of sexless honeymoon that made everyone very uncomfortable, not least because the party still shared a soul link. Also, being apart felt as horrible as always. Harkenwold was doing as well as could be expected while recovering from Fenstrom’s undead attack, which was only a few days in the past. When the honeymooners returned, Zumtleheath immediately went to help the poor children of Lowtown.

While DTIS was away, our heroes occupied themselves. Zepher learned rituals. Theren wrote a book {Rachael, when back in Fallcrest, remind me to have you roll for how much it earns}. Brad got a spray tan and enjoyed the attention at the Drake’s Tail. He also cleared his and Ralkil’s debts and did some investigation about Ruby. He did discover that she was almost certainly not a regular working girl. It was as if she had appeared from nowhere. In fact, it was clear that though she was seen exiting the great stairs into Lowtown, she was almost certainly not seen entering the great stairs from Hightown. More investigation was possible but they decided not to pursue it.

Brad also {with a natural 20} gathered some very juicy information on Lady Talltree with an important inside connection. This had already helped them anticipate the composition of her guards when she came to visit, but he learned far more. {This will be exposed more when you all come back to Fallcrest from your current quest; for now the information is not actionable.}

{Each party member gets 200XP for general good adventuring.}

It is now 11 Ready’reat {see timeline}.

This brings this overall Fallcrest chapter to an end, so it’s time to cash in Plot Points! Everyone, send to me how many Plot Points you had, and then set your PP to zero. I will add up all the PP, multiply it, and tell you how much XP the party gets as a result.

{Everyone discussed the possible plot hooks to pursue and decided on the Shadowfell one as a side trip, and then to enter a major arc as they try to fan the simmering Fallcrest Revolt, joining the side of the downtrodden. See plot hooks for a recap of what else is out in the wide world.

DM log-- Fallcrest 2-6

Goodness, I fell behind a lot so these will have to be especially rough notes for the last three sessions. But there is some good stuff ahead so enjoy!

The fight with the gnolls was going reasonably well when it was interrupted by something not so well. The cave in which the wolves (and the puppies) had been taking refuge erupted with an acidic stench and a swarm of crawling beetles. The hillside cracked open in a giant fissure as our heroes were flung back. From the hole emerged a huge creature they recognised as a demon—the first any of them had ever seen, and virtually unknown even in horror stories of the area. The gnolls erupted in wild celebration. From the crevasse the demon (with one of its four hooked arms) pulled a wriggling pupa and ripped it open. In it was an old woman who gasped for air, and pleaded with our heroes: “I don’t know why he brought me here. Please please save me! The bugs—" The demon shook her violently and she was cowed into obedience. She seemed to be reciting a kind of script, looking at the demon with panic whenever she seemed to forget what to say: “I am supposed to bring you a message in your language. The gnolls told me. They are here to draw you away from the city to die. You have been noticed by the demons. You are a threat to their plans. They want to stop you before you gain more power. They will kill you and your bodies will be eaten.” She looked fearfully down at the growing swarm of acid green insects. “If somehow you get raised from the dead, never come back to the Nentir Vale or else your fate will become far worse.” Her face changed as she rushed out the next part with desperate sincerity. “Now please save me! They don’t need me anymore. They will—" The demon said something to the gnoll leader, who nodded. The demon used another arm to grab the old woman around the waist. He pulled sharply and spewed from his mouth a bright yellow spray. She screamed, turning to a horrible gurgle as she was pulled apart. Her face still showed her pain as the two halves of her body fell onto the swarm of bugs, which soon engulfed her and a sizzling noise surged.

With a gesture the demon infused all the gnolls with a shadowy fire. They regained their health and became resistant to damage. Soon the fight was looking desperate, and got worse as the demon forcibly teleported one of our heroes and eviscerated him from the back. This teleportation caught the attention of Bastian {with a natural 20, giving him a permanent ability to recognise this transformation}, who realised this demon had obscured eladrin features. It also had a rectangle of scorched skin barring its eyes.

Just as the party was concluding it was time to flee, something else climbed out of the fissure. It was another demon, of a different type, gruesomely muscular. To the surprise of our heroes, the two demons began to argue with increasing heat, and it seemed to be about the second demon forbidding the first one to attack the party. It was all in Abyssal, which none of them spoke. Brad tried to remember the words later and recited them to an expert, doing an especially impressive job with the memorisation, a hidden talent none of them expected {He rolled a 20 on the Int check}. See DM log— Gloomwrought 2 for that translation.

The first demon turned to attack again, so the second demon ceased with reasoning and wrestled his foe. They fell into the crevasse and their screams got more and more faint as they tumbled down into the abyss. The bugs receded and the walls of the fissure crumbled inward as the ground shook.

Now the fight was again winnable, and the gnolls in a panic as their protector left and the infusion of dark fire faded. Soon they were all dead.

In lighter news, {through the heavy expenditure of Plot Points} the puppies had somehow survived the opening of the chasm! And Theren’s lizard Polly broke out in a heroic song during the final phase of the fight, belying a hidden talent almost too improbable to be believed!

{For more about this fight and of course more about Polly, be sure to read Theren’s highly entertaining logs.}

{Each player gets 330XP for this fight.}

DM log-- Fallcrest 2-5

Our heroes were drinking despondently in the Blue Moon, mulling over their next move in this town of endless wicked secrets. Zepher wrote a draft of his epic log, but got only as far as to jot down A Brief Relection. Suddenly, they felt the presence of Amos. What they had started to call their soul link had ceased between them and the ranger soon after he left them from the Moon Hills mine, but now it was back and very strong. They could see through his eyes that he was on top of a charred and smoking hillside, large forest wolves at his either side, as well as a litter of wolf pups. Downhill he could see several gnolls maneuvering for an assault and the bodies of several more, bristling with arrows and oozing blood from bites. Amos was bloodied and bruised, bone tired, and muttering, “I don’t think we can hold out for another night like that one.”

Overwhelmed by the urge to get to their companion Amos as soon as possible, the party hurried to the stables in Lowtown, and found to their delight that Concorde was ready for service as a newly trained warhorse. An impressive steed he had become. {Due to his past history with Fenstrom, this horse can be equipped by Amos from the character builder as “Sleeper’s Skeletal Warhorse”, level 5. The horse (of course) is not skeletal but has the same properties. I have printed this out but it will look better if you print it from your character sheet, I reckon. Once you are paragon, ask me for a quest, if Concorde is still alive; you can upgrade him, perhaps to “Horse, Skeletal” level 11.} They bought a few more travelling horses for 375 gold {this is (75×5); Zepher be sure to subtract that gold from your sheet, or tap someone else to do it! } and rode off in haste.

They went down the King’s Road to the east. Zepher had a very odd look in his eyes for a few hours of the ride, and did not respond to his companions’ anxious queries. But he did not fall out of his saddle so they let the wizard be all wizardy. By the afternoon they were in a large stand of trees known as the King’s Wood, and sensed that Amos was to the north, off the road, deep in that forest. So they hid their horses, took Concorde along to break a trail, and headed in. They had several trials of their abilities in the forest {an Obsidian skill challenge }. First they had to contend with the overgrown and wild nature of the forest, which in past centuries had been well cultivated but now had gone feral and dangerous. Brad tossed Quinne like a medicine ball. Theren skulked behind to make sure no bandits or animals were following. DTIS swept mightily to clear the way. They reached a rushing river, and Bastian remembered tales of royal swims and tragic drownings to find a safe way across. Zepher merely walked across, wizard that he was. Brad took off his armor to swim, fearful of shrinkage. Quinne tried to tightrope walk across and got wet. Theren tumbled and flipped from tree to tree, impressively. They travelled on and smelled smoke. Soon the air was thick with it and fleeing animals, as embers fell all around them. Zepher used his elemental knowledge to battle the fire. Bastian deduced where the gnolls would have gone to inflict the most damage, and avoided their trail. DTIS stomped through the animals, Quinne clinging to his back, eventually becoming covered with skins and wearing real bunny slippers. Theren used Polly’s keen awareness to dodge the dangers. Brad swung from tree to tree, a right lord of the jungle, with a yell to match. During this trip, they were joined by a wolf {played by Darcy} who seemed to be trying to lead them onward. When they reached the next scene, the wolf bolted off to get more help. Overall the party had made very good time {getting full success in the skill challenge} and arrived before sunset.

The party came to the edge of a field of boulders and saw the gnolls on the side of the charred hillside. Fortunately the setting sun was right in the eyes of the gnolls if they tried to see the party sneaking up on them {the party got +4 to stealth rolls when the gnolls are looking back toward the rocks, thanks to skill challenge success}. At the top of the hill they saw Amos and the wolves, at the mouth of a cave. They deduced and later learned the following.

Amos arrived at the forest surrounding Harkenwold and found that his pack had been driven almost to the edge of the forest by gnolls, who were unusually bold. Amos being Amos, he launched straight into a counter attack with his brothers and sisters. However because it was unplanned and rushed, they were routed. Amos escaped, but was ravaged by guilt over the losses. Many of his pack died and a few others scattered in the night. Amos would always remember this disastrous battle to remind himself of the importance of planning and caution, and not to dive into a fight pell mell. {Darcy asked for this sharp personality twist to be reinforced for Amos.}

Amos spent the night evading capture. His mother and father (the wolves who adopted him as a baby) sensed the danger and tracked Amos down before the gnolls did. They all hurried to an old redoubt, a cave on a hillside that could be more easily defended… but also easily besieged. There Amos and his mother and father fought through the night and entire day, staving off the gnolls with arrows, sword, claw, tooth, and the occasional burning log as the gnolls burned down the forest. Several wolf pups were with them, and they insisted on trying to help fight. Without sleep or water, they all were growing weak, and the gnolls were smart enough to wait them out. Now the gnolls were readying for an all-out assault. Amos knew his companions had arrived, just in time. Amos’ smirk of new confidence was the gnoll’s cue to press the attack.

The battle was joined. {See Theren’s especially colourful log of this battle, Crying Wolf.} Some of the party tried to sneak uphill through the boulders but, very uncharacteristically, Theren was spotted by the keen eyed leader of the gnolls, called Gurgloth the Red. So it was an uphill slog under heavy fire. Gurgloth had the ability to cause a frenzy and, horribly, deluded Amos into attacking his own mother. Soon a swarm of wasps was released, and started to hunt them down. DTIS charged uphill on Concorde, leaping over a burning log to draw attacks away from Amos, who was withering under the assault. These gnolls showed signs of strong shadow magic at work within them. The battle still hangs in the balance.

{Give the party 200XP and 2 Plot Points each for the skill challenge. The XP from the battle now ongoing will be toted up after it’s over. If you survive, muhuahaha.}

Crying Wolf
Theren's Log

(OOC Disclaimer: Theren’s accounts tend to be a ‘re-imagining’ at best. Please seek the DM log if you are looking for a full and truthful account)

Suddenly the issue of the succubus fled our minds as we felt Amoss in danger. We knew as surely as we could see each other that Amoss had thrown himself into dire straits needed saving (I know one does not have to be psychic to deduce this, but I assure you it was a powerful unnatural sensation). I cannot explain this connection, although in truth it is more like a bond, with all the kinkiness, constriction, and difficulties that the word entails. I am just glad I do not have to endure being bonded to Lev’s mind.

We left with all haste, fleeing the city as though a pack of wolves were on our tails – even going so far as to buy horses. I can’t say I recall much of the ride, actually. Fire and smoke soaked the horizon red and black, like a warning beacon writ across the sky. The wind stung our eyes, and the horses were whipped into a lather by the time we were done with them, but they seemed to sense our urgency. Concorde was with us. He is no longer the battered beast he was when we rescued him, but a frisky vigorous war horse, with the gleam of battle lust in his eye that reminds me of Amoss.

We came to a point where we would have to go off road, and unfortunately only Concorde was equipped to do so, so we left the new horses behind. They were frightened by the scent of fire, and the distant screams of animals, but their exhaustion from the ride seemed to conquer their fears, so we left them tied to trees to set out on foot.

The further into the dense greenery we trekked, the more often we would be forced to run through choking clouds of smoke that stung at our eyes, blinding us to dangers. Small fires began to be more frequent, and tiny embers, like lazy insects, drifted through the sky amongst the ash. I slipped to the back of the group to guard us from surprise attack. We were in gnoll territory, and in our rush we might easily have fallen prey to a roaming pack. Bastion scouted ahead, while DTIS and Concorde blazed a path through the foliage, punching various panicked animals, and snapping twigs and branches respectively to clear a safe path.

We were soon joined by a wolf, one of Amoss’ family if my gut feeling was correct, for there was something about it that deeply reminded me of Amoss… probably the smell, or maybe the way it was pissing on the trees that we passed. In any case it seemed to be showing us the way.

We came to a river, and Brad, after swinging through the trees while wailing (I think it seemed to draw more animals in our direction if anything, but DTIS punched them all, so no harm done) promptly ditched his clothes and dived in, heroically taking a rope end with him to secure to the opposite bank. The icy water did his most private of parts no favours, but that only served to make his sacrifice more brave. Let’s just say the term ‘wet willy’ has never carried such meaning before today. Zephyr walked across the water like it was a Sunday stroll in the park, Quin balanced along the rope Brad had set up as though it were a tightrope, and the rest of us made our way across as best we could.

After the river crossing we quickly came upon Amoss, fighting gnolls on a knoll. He was back to back with two wolves, and scattered about their feet was a small litter of pups. The remnants of a fiery trap lay just beyond their small group, at the crown of the hill. On the slope of the hill a pack of gnolls were advancing for the kill. We stuck to the cover of the woodlands, nursing the hope that we might be able to push the burning log traps into the advancing gnolls, but the situation was too desperate, and we didn’t know how effective the logs would have been. Better to trust to our might, our swords, our crossbows… and weird miscellaneous magic icons, and rope that is sometimes used as an ineffective whip, and the clockwork bombs DTIS occasionally vomits up, and chickens that are tripping on mushrooms. Actually those logs don’t sound too bad in retrospect.

In any case, the battle was quickly joined, but not quickly enough to save a tiny rust coloured pup from being skewered like a shish-kabab by one of the gnolls. Amoss stood his ground valiantly as we ran to defend him and his kin. His swords flashed (not like Brad earlier, I mean like flashing with light) as they danced back and forth, spilling the blood of gnolls in great gouts and spurts, even though we could feel his fatigue. There was a sudden mental jerk, like a fish taking the bait at the end of a line, and with a crazed look in his eyes, Amoss turned on his own, slicing into one of the wolves at his side with the jerky motions of a marionette.

This sudden change seemed to trigger something in Zephyr, his emotion peaked. Magic snapped and whipped at his fingertips, barely visible except as a distortion of reality, until it materialised, coiling into threads of flame that enveloped Amoss in a fiery embrace. Cut off, and badly injured, Amos regained his composure. He had no time to become distraught over what he’d done. Bastion, cursing manfully, broke through the attack lines of the gnolls to bring his aid to Amoss, healing our stricken companion even as the gnolls closed in.

My own bolts struck true, opening up a gash in the armour of the pack leader. Unfortunately there was no time to exploit this. The gnolls were quick to take their revenge upon Zephyr for shielding Amoss, and one of the gnolls fell upon the wizard, tearing into him viciously as he struggled to maintain his spells. My bolts flew thick and fast at as many targets as looked open, but it was as if the creatures felt no pain – even with their own blood streaming into their eyes, they continued to fight. While we were distracted the gnoll pack leader released a swarm of wasps, not seeming to care if they stung at friend or foe, or perhaps exercising unknowable control over the insects. Gnolls closed in on Bastion and Amoss, but DTIS and Concord charged them down, wheeling and rearing to batter at the whelps and harry them, keeping them caught between a barrage of blows, and Zephyr’s fire.

Finally one of the creatures was cut down, but with a ear shattering cry, half agony half ecstasy, its death-slackened grip tightened once more on its weapon as it rose again, shadows streaming from its body where it had received its deepest wounds, like a fog off a lake, and an infernal glow to its eyes that announced its new otherworldly existence.

I must take pause here as Bastion has arrived to help inspect my own wounds, however I will continue the tale as soon as I am patched up.

Brad Joins the Party
Theren's Log

We left Talltree house by the sewers, but the High Town sewers don’t join up with Low Town so we had to hitch a lift on the pulley mechanism that the dwarves use to load cargo up to High Town. Luckily the kenku had some sort of understanding with the guards at the lift, and this understanding was reached in the universal language of gold. We were all slipped into a couple of huge empty crates and were lowered discretely into Low Town, while everyone in High Town was busy forming a bucket chain to put out a fire that we had set.

We went down into the sewers with the kenku to get to their base of operations. Unfortunately, with the muck, and the rain, I slipped up & everyone had a laugh at my expense (although what I was really trying to do was alleviate some of the tension with a little physical comedy) and then we were all blindfolded in a pathetic attempt to confuse our keen senses. Lady Jade was finding the whole affair rather titillating & the kenku lost no opportunity in buddying up to her. Her dress & wig had to be partially destroyed in order to safely smuggle her, as they were a little large and extravagant to actually fit in the sewers.

Downstairs at the kenku den, when we finally reached it, we were allowed to remove the masks, and Lady Jade was spluttering everywhere about how she wanted to join the kenku gang and live in the slums like some romantic lady criminal. To be fair though their hide out was a sunken ballroom of magnificent, if somewhat aged and ill-maintained splendour, lending the whole operation a touch of class that the otherwise shit stained sewers didn’t really afford. While all this was going on, the head kenku guy had to go sort out some commotion out the back – someone shouting about owed money – and the other kenku took it upon themselves to make Lady Jade feel at home. They flattered her with offers of initiation into the gang, and it was fairly obvious they were trying to secure friends in high places. Amongst other things she was given a cape of black feathers.

Suddenly the door from the back room burst open and the head honcho was being muscled out by some guy called Brad. Brad was tall dark and handsome. He had a rugged look and when he took his shirt off he revealed a six pack with a thick snail trail. He was saying he would have to be taking fingers but he didn’t like candles… something like that. Hard to remember much about the words he was saying. I mean I wasn’t personally checking him out – but some of the things Zephyr was thinking were pretty distracting. Zephyr approached diplomatically, but as I said, his thoughts were elsewhere, and negotiations didn’t go well until Lady Jade stepped in on behalf of her new avian accomplices, settling on allowing Brad to take some of her valuable rings in compensation for whatever he had to collect. Sensing that two rings (Brad’s asking price) was too hefty for what he was actually supposed to be collecting, Zephyr tried to apply more diplomacy, much like a toddler might apply a square peg to a round hole. Having nothing better to entertain me, I suggested that Brad should pop some of his shirt buttons to better convince Zephyr to leave well enough alone. Needless to say, Brad now has two gold rings.

Jade plans on informing her house guard that she is actually still alive, but to put out the word that she died from smoke inhalation. We are also to be freed of any suspicion that might fall on us. The whole idea is to get Lady Talltree up on trial before the Erathis temple girly who is supposed to mediate. I can sense that this is all going to go to shit very quickly, but we’d better follow through and find out just how deep we’ve dug ourselves in now.

We left Jade with the kenku (we’re good at leaving plot relevant characters in the basement) and went back to the blue-moon inn where we discovered Lev had been robbed blind by some whores, led by ‘Ruby’ the ‘amazing red haired one’… well more to the point we discovered that Lev had allowed US to be robbed blind – the red shard was missing. I knew I should never have let it leave my sight. Zephyr thought it was evil, but it’s been shown that these things respond to the emotions that are fed into it. I can’t imagine being that angry and sadistic all the time. I wanted to heal the red shard. It clearly had some sort of a mind, and it was deeply troubled. What does Zephyr have against conscious beings trapped inside jewellery anyway?

On Lev’s description of Ruby putting on the red shard & shifting her features & the changing, glowing nature of her hair, Zephyr realised this lady to be a succubus – incredibly dangerous, and probably worth a lot more than what Lev paid for, all things considered. Zeph warned that Lev might have been charmed & taken over & might still be in her thrall. We decided to put the matter off until the morning as we were all quite tired.

In the morning we realised that Lilliana was already arrived, so we tried to greet her. We discovered that although we’d been promised first place in the queue we were too late & that Mr Darren thought time was money. Zephyr insisted on beating back Bastion and my attempts to muscle into the room by contradicting us when we tried to bluff our way in. Instead he tried to get us all in with his diplomacy – unfortunately his diplomacy failed him as soon as he entered the room, and he completely forgot that he was walking into danger all on his lonesome in nothing more than the thin pyjamas that Wizards consider to be ‘armour’. Through our connection we could see that he was trying & failing to get Lilliana to escape with him.

So far Darren is unaware of this, thankfully the wizard has displayed unusual tact. More disturbing still is that Lilliana seems to have been coerced into becoming a sex slave, with a tattoo on her neck & ankle, and an iron collar filled with magic. This sort of thing should have been left back in the ages before civilisation.

A Brief Relection

It has been a long time journal. It’s a pity but the life of an adventurer leaves me with far less time to tend to you than my life traveling with the Ambermoon Carnival did. I won’t go over all the details of what has transpired since my last update, I would be here all day and night catching up, and I’m sure the absurdity of it all will prevent me from forgetting it well into old age. At the moment I sit in a tavern in Fallcrest wallowing over a drink after failing to fix one of the many injustices that have been plaguing this city as of late. I’m trying not to dwell on it by sketching some of my newer travelling companions (the face of the party has changed drastically since it’s beginnings). They are a funny bunch, DTIS is quite a peculi-

Ohh by the Nine Hells, Amos is in trouble. I must run journal, I will tend to you again when I can.

Dtis and quinne

Adventuring Anew
Theren's Log

Fair readers, I have decided to start my diary anew. This story is half started, but better late than never. I am sure it is but a diversion at the start of a longer and much more epic tale, so I will outline a few of our miscellaneous adventures while we wait for the main event to kick off in earnest.

We realised that the scene of carnage we had left behind, unexplained as it was, might betray that we had escaped Lady Jade’s bloody welcome party. I came up with the cunning plan of disguising one of the guards as Bastion so as to make it seem as though Bastion had escaped, caused a massacre, and had been slain in turn. The best way to do this would be to mutilate the corpse of one of the guards to better disguise their own features and make the ruse more likely. Unfortunately Zephyr had a girlish moment of squeamishness & refused to allow this to happen. Not wanting to send him into one of his wizard rages, I had to make do with a frumpy dress & a lot of makeup to properly disguise the corpse. I must have a hidden talent for this thing though, because when I was done, that guard was drop dead gorgeous – but then the frock Bastion pulled out was to die for. I did happen to wonder why Bastion had so many items of ladies apparel in his bag, but I figure it must be an Eladrin thing – I can only imagine that the Fey Wild looks like the ladies section of a gaudy ‘adults only’ lingerie store.

When we snuck into the house proper we found a honeycomb of rooms – a hive abuzz with activity. I would continue the metaphor, but no bees were ever so sordid. Wandering into the first room (I was deep under cover, helping another guard shift a passed out party-guest inside) we discovered a pool filled with wine, with tigers swimming in it. This set the tone for the evening. From there we observed many strange and terrible things – midgets at court, contortionists playing croquet with peacocks, and a golem made out of money were not the least of our troubles. Quin was unfortunate enough to be the only person with an excuse to visit a number of guarded rooms, which were full of (as far as I can guess from her description) rutting elves with a fetish for flagellation, and the kind of mysterious shard consumption that results in some pretty serious tanning around the eye area if the Helmsfield Mines are any example of what to expect. Zephyr left on his own to let the kenku know that we were inside. Apparently they had taken up a roost below a stuffed bog so terrible that it was nearly more of a black lagoon. After a thorough exploration of the rooms (wouldn’t want to miss any of the terrible terrible sights on offer) we converged on the banquet room where we had seen Lady Jade.

Lady Jade flitted from room to room, displaying the kind of thought, and attention span that makes a moth look as ponderous & deliberate as a philosopher. First she would eat some sort of ice lolly called sherbet, next she’d be in the library, and within a heartbeat she would have scuttled her way into an in-door park. Her voluminous dress seemed to act as an automatic broom, mop, buffer combo for the floors, while her extravagantly tall powdered wig probably did for any cobwebs that were forming in the nooks and crannies at head-height. She was practically a one-man-band worth of cleaning. We tried fruitlessly to gain her attention until we realised that Lady Jade seems to be a bit of a Don Quixote. She fills her house with pictures & stories and she wants to live them out in real life. We recalled seeing a book about a haunted library, and after a bit of coercion managed to lead a ghost into the library of her own house. Lady Jade was so taken by the prospect of her own haunted library that she rushed in there at once and began quoting a few of her favourite lines.

Well once we held the key to her attention, the whole operation was a piece of cake – sherbet cake. Having seen a picture somewhere in the soiree of Tigers playing chess, we got Zephyr to entice the tigers out of the pool of wine with a floating chicken, and lead them into a room with giant chess pieces. He smeared the pawns, rooks, and other various finely carved statuettes with a slimy coating of roast chicken juices, but even with the tigers as interested in chess as they ever would be, we had to banish the ghost from the library before we could tear Lady Jade away. From the room with the tigers, Bastion organised for the midget court to play out a scene from Lady Jade’s infamous divorce with such startlingly accuracy that Jade promptly shouted “fuck the tigers!” and raced to watch the performance. Some words are troublesome for the ambiguities they present in language, and in this case the word fuck did not seem to be sufficiently understood by Lady Jade’s followers, who took it as an imperative. Let’s just hope that the tigers were drunk enough that when they wake up tomorrow they won’t have any memory of the several people with which they are sharing the bed. From the midgets to the contortionists we went, like the proverbial frying pan and fire scenario. I will admit that they weren’t playing the croquet with peacocks to begin with – that travesty is entirely due to our group. I attempted to encourage them to do so by giving an example, but they proved to be un-endearingly insubordinate, and I ended up killing my peacock – you could say it was a bit of a cock up, if you were one to use fowl language. In the end DTIS managed to convince them – he had the contortionists quite wrapped around his little finger, so to speak. Once they were using the peacocks Lady Jade was enticed in and we were able to get her on her own in the newly sanitised bog. Explaining our purpose could not have been easier. She seemed more excited than anything, and it looked as though everything would go smoothly. DTIS and I snuck out and set fire to some piñatas in the hopes that it would create enough confusion to cover our escape.

Playing on her love of stories and her determination to experience them first hand, Jade was quickly convinced that a) we were there to save her b) The sewers were a fanciful and daring place for a young hot-blooded upper-crust lady to escape through and c) that Kenku are salt of the earth smugglers who have hearts of gold (although in truth, if they did have hearts of gold they would have flogged ‘em by now). I will go one once I have a spare moment with which to pen the next section of our story.

(OOC: I have decided trying to fill in my back-log of adventure posts is pointless and it means falling behind on keeping up to date. I have therefore decided to cut my losses and start again. I still have one more post to get back up to date.)

DM log-- Fallcrest 2-4

Our heroes smuggled an excited Lady Jade out through the sewers. She continued to talk to Ralkil, who, to ease her passage, helpfully trimmed off some of her trailing gown and chopped down her piled wig to a spiky white-haired headpiece that looked rather like spiky feathers. Ralkil began to expound on the core tenets of the Raven Queen, and Jade was rapt with attention. The Raven Queen’s calm acceptance and expectation of death appealed to this aging socialite who suddenly seemed to disdain the hedonistic life of a rich eladrin in Fallcrest. As the night wore on, her personality was quite transformed. By the end, she seemed perfectly home amongst the raven people and eager to adapt to their underground life.

They snuck (surprisingly successfully) to a few large empty shipping containers waiting on the portage elevator. Coin fell into the hands of the town guard there. Soon they were all sealed up, thankful for Zepher’s gifts of prestidigitation that removed the sewer’s smell. They rocked gently in the dark, hearing the creak of ropes, talking quietly. When they arrived with a thump at the bottom, they were prised out again, this time by tough-looking dwarves. They slipped down a storm drain and soon were on a rooftop of Old Lower Fallcrest. This, as you recall, was the original town, which was eventually paved over at its first floor level to make new, higher ground not so subject to flooding. In the gloom they saw the ground floors of taller buildings whose next floor up was the apparent ground floor of modern Fallcrest. Now they stood on a crumbling house with a slate roof peaking several inches below the stone paving. The storm water had poured down onto this room for centuries, making a thick green slick. They carefully picked their way down the roof and into the street, led and warned by the kenku to stay on the path they showed, or risk stumbling into one of the many swarms of rats that plagued the place. Then Ralkil explained that they all needed to be blindfolded as they were led to their hideout. With some hesitation they agreed.

Blind among a gang of thieves, they were led into a building. Doors and shutters were slammed shut around them and their blindfolds removed. (They quietly eyed their possessions and found nothing missing.) They stood in the lobby of what once must have been a grand hotel. Doors, some open and some closed, led off to various sitting rooms and eateries. One door connected to a dining area was firmly closed. It has vividly blue and had a carving of a beard on it. {This extra touch was created by Scott’s expenditure of a Plot Point.} This building, some recalled, would be what used to be Fallcrest’s busiest hotel, before the paving over and the Bloodspear War. It was called Moon’s Landing. Now, hundreds of years later, it was apparently the central hideout for the Featherdagger Gang, and they had used it well. It was decaying but warm and as clean as could be expected. The smell of food and wood smoke was in the air.

From a room with the door ajar came a booming voice unlike the kenku’s croak, a human male’s voice. Something about a debt. Ralkil was told by one of the gang about the problem. His beady dark eyes went wide, he fingered his little book nervously, and he excused himself to that room.

Meanwhile, Lady Jade was terribly excited about her surroundings. She delighted in “the decay, the detritus, the downfall of such wealth!” She caressed peeling wallpaper as if it were more precious than the luxurious stuff that surrounded her just hours ago at her party. She clapped to see a pile of fallen-in brickwork. She marvelled at the stories the gang told her about places where battles were fought with rival gangs, with bloodstains to match. From one of the rooms came a senior gang member solemnly holding a long cloak. It was made entirely of black raven feathers, old but well kept. She gasped with delight as they placed it over her shoulders reverently and she preened in a mirror, muttering prayers to the Raven Queen she had learned. Her transformation was complete. With her spiky hair, tattered dress and black feathery cloak, she looked like the proper matriarch of this gang of ravens.

Bursting out from the back room came Ralkil with his feathered arm twisted behind him by a tall, rugged human man. He had dark skin, scale armor, and a short haircut which they recognised as likely that of a military man or town guard. But he had not needed to pass inspection for some time, so he looked dishevelled, dangerous, and savagely handsome. Ralkil squawked as this new man, who they learned was named Brad, thrust the gang leader into the main room. Jade demanded to know what was going on. Brad explained, bluntly, that Ralkil had amassed gambling debts so high that Brad had been sent by an aggrieved, unpaid party to collect the debt, or at least a few fingers as an incentive to pay soon. Jade’s demands fell on deaf ears and Brad looked capable enough to kill at least several of the gang if they had tried to attack, so Ralkil told them to hold off. Lady Jade archly said that she could easily repay the debt, double; she merely needed to send for it. When Brad declined to take her word for it, she helpfully offered the adventuring party as collateral. When that did not go over too well, she gave Brad two of rings worth at least 700 gold, repaying the debt instantly. {Note that Brad needs to give at least 200gp to his employer to placate him.}

Satisfied, Jade continued to hold court. Ralkil, the supposed leader of the gang, was curiously acquiescent, even complimenting her on the cloak, which had once been worn by his own father. The insightful members of the party suspected that Ralkil was buttering Jade up to keep her on side as a very valuable partner for the gang—a source of funds and knowledge about the houses of Inner Hightown, rich targets indeed. So he gave her the lead as she announced her plans. In brief: she is going to let everyone think she is dead. She will tell her trusted head of household to attest that she was found dead of asphyxiation in an upper room, from the fire. Then her body vanished. This was obviously the work of the assassins who were hiding in the “Lady Jade” mockery carriage. One assassin was found dead, wearing a dress that is known to belong to Lady Talltree. Very well known, it was said in a snickering aside. Between that and the way the carriage can be traced back to Talltree as well, and the falsified testimony of a few house guards, Lady Talltree will be pinned with enough evidence to convict her of assassination. The trial will be conducted by Stoica—this fact coming as some surprise to our heroes. Once the trial is concluded, hopefully with Talltree going away for a long time, Jade will reveal she is alive, to keep claim to her estate. She instructed our heroes to send word to Talltree to come meet them in Lowtown to see the evidence of Jade’s death—it is important to keep Talltree’s guard down and lure her into a hubristic mistake in trial. However, Jade warned, Talltree with be accompanied by several very strong guards, so in case the ruse fails, the party must be ready for a tough fight. That is why she ordered Brad to stay with them, for “extra muscle”. Jade, it became apparent, was very interested in Brad’s muscles, and more…

The adventurers were allowed out of the hideout sans blindfold, Jade’s blessing of their importance evidently being good enough for Ralkil, who practically fawned over her as they left. They therefore learned that the hideout is pretty much in the center of Lower Fallcrest. With more care and effort, they perhaps could pinpoint its location relative to the surface, because the hideout was in a building that apparently had upper floors on the surface streets. They were told that they would always be watched by the Featherdaggers for their protection. If they ever needed help, just call out and one of them would appear. Theren suggested that call should be “Caw! Caw!” Ralkil narrowed his eyes, offended, and said through gritted beak that such was the noise a crow would make, not a raven.

Our heroes’ next stop: the Blue Moon Alehouse. They were let in by Per, who complained about all the noise from the room while they were gone. They found the room far messier than it seemed possible for it to get in several hours, with clothes, bottles, and plates of food scattered everywhere. Sleeping in a twisted mess of sheets was Lev, with a huge grin on his face. They woke Lev, who seemed dazed and very happy. He immediately said he was really, really happy with the girls they sent up. But they had only arranged for one whore to visit Lev. Lev sighed, looking like the cat who ate the canary, that there were three lovely ladies who came to see him, and their leader was Ruby, an incredibly beautiful eladrin woman with red hair. Lev demurred on the details in deference to the innocent ears of young Quinne but sufficed it to say they had a very, very good time.

During this exposition, they made sure that their valuable shards were not disturbed from the hiding places Bastian secured for them. Emmeline’s necklace and its attendant lesser objects were safe. The crude necklace made from the gnoll’s shard… was gone. Bastian asked, containing his temper, where it was. Lev’s face drained of colour. Bastian, less patiently now, demanded the question again. He said, “She put it back… I saw her, I swear I saw her put it back!” It turned out that Ruby had “briefly worn” the necklace with the blazing red shard. He hastened to explain. Just as things were getting good, Lev said desperately, Ruby clutched at her neck and cried out, “My necklace! My red necklace! Where is it? I left it at home!” She explained tearfully that she always wore it during sex because it set off her naturally curly red hair so well. She got very upset and was going to leave and take her two friends with her. So Lev helpfully suggested that he had a nice red necklace, would it do for her to wear that one? He had seen where Bastian had hidden it, and got it out. Lev swore (and their insight all seemed to agree he was sincere) that he told her, I may have one leg, but I will fucking kill you if you steal it, it’s very valuable, I have my eye on you, and I am deadly with a crossbow. So she wore it, things… progressed for a while from there, and later he told her to put it back in the hiding place. He would have put it back himself but he was feeling rather drained and he did have only one leg. So he watched her carefully as she put it back in the hiding place. He swore up and down, with apparent sincerity, that this was all true, and he seemed genuinely horrified that he was responsible for its theft.

After the party ranted and raved at him for some time and proposed that maybe it was high time to take Lev back to Harkenwold, Zepher queried Lev very closely about Ruby. Lev was rapt as he described her incredible sex appeal, and that while they were… together… her hair and the shard glowed different shades of red. Her face even seemed to glow and blur. He had been very impressed by this, but Zepher realised something profound with his deeper questioning about every detail. By some miracle {Zepher’s roll on Religion for this check having been a natural 20} he had specialised in the study of a particular class of devil. Zepher was certain that Ruby was a succubus. This was a terrifying thought, as these devils rarely walk the material plane, much less rob random losers of their jewels by using their famed powers of seduction, disguise, and overpowering of the will. Surely she knew the nature of the gnoll’s shard and came here specifically to get it. How did she know? What value does the shard have to her? The party’s blood grew cold as they realised that a chaos shard which had spent long, dark years marinading in the sadistic, psychotic hatred of the gnoll leader was now in the hands of a devil who almost certainly served a higher master.

So that went well. {The DM assured the party that this theft was completely supported by world logic, and he was not being a bastard who was making things vanish into thin air for fun.}

They slept {see timeline}. Despondent and wondering if there was a connection with the theft, the party decided to talk to Lilliana, who Per informed them was at last arrived at the inn. Theren reminded Zepher that she came from the Thistledown Clan in the southern forest. {Give 1 Plot Point to Theren for helpful use of this world information.} Zepher knocked at Lilliana’s door to be met by the glare of Darrin. He was a human male, perhaps in his 40s, with a thin, angular, knife-scarred face and a wiry body. He wore very well-made tight leather armor, armed with two fine daggers, and carried himself with confidence. He could hear the rest of the party was out in the hall and slammed the door shut again, demanding (with several obscenities) that they all clear out: one customer admitted at a time unless they pay a lot extra. So Zepher alone entered a small, closed room with this dangerous-looking man.

The room was hung with a silky curtain to separate the bed from the rest, and Darrin, after collecting the requisite fee from Zepher, settled into a chair, pointed his dagger at the wizard, and said, “Don’t damage the fucking merchandise.” Zepher parted the curtain to see, kneeling on the bed, Lilliana. She was certainly the woman they had seen in the red mirror being frozen near to death and forced into supplication. She also matched the description her clan gave. Looking at the tattoo on her leg, the tattoo on the back of her neck, her metal collar, and her submissive manner, Zepher realised {with a History check} that this was a hereix. (Plural being “herea”.) Zepher’s skin crawled and he worried what his mother and father would have thought if they had seen him in the company of this woman, a tragic throwback to a darker time. Zepher looked at the back of the collar on her neck as she bent her head forward. It had the name “Darrin”.

Zepher, speaking in elven in the hope that Darrin could not understand, tried to convince her to come away with him. She would seem to agree, but then when he made to actually get off the bed, she looked confused: “But I am not to leave the bed. My desune says so.” Zepher knew that the desune was the male master of a hereix, and that this was Darrin. Zepher realised that any agreement she made with him about who she really was and about his noble intentions was merely her playing along with what she assumed was his fantasy, to do whatever he wanted, within limits set by her desune. It was simply her role. Zepher asked whether she missed her family, missed being in the forest. She said that she enjoyed that and she still cares for them, but that was her old life. She had a new life now, a far better one, one that suited her true nature. She had the air of a person who has had a profound revelation about the meaning of life, the true way that life should be lived, and was utterly content with her situation. She seemed genuinely puzzled that anyone in her position would choose to leave, to live any other kind of life. Zepher realised this was futile. He considered taking her by force. But he had taken his measure of Darrin and was not at all certain that he, even with his friends rushing into the room a few moments later, could best the man, who may have friends of his own close to hand. And even if Zepher prevailed, what prize would he be left with? From what he knew, this was not a magical spell that would be broken when the collar was removed or the master killed. Frustrated and confounded, Zepher left. Darrin said, in a snide and cutting voice, “Thank you, come again. Oh wait—you didn’t come once, did you? I hope you enjoyed your elfy little chat with such an obviously intelligent and interesting bitch.” He snickered nastily.

{Let me remind the party of my description of this story line when first encountered through the red mirror. It is dark, unsettling, gothic, and adult in nature (though of course it will not become too explicit while I am involving active uni students). I wrote up many parts of this world while watching True Blood, Breaking Bad, and the like. I draw many of these ideas from disturbing real-world parallels. I am very glad to have you all explore it, as it’s a significant area of artistic expression, to delve into the dark. But if it gets to be too much, there are plenty of other storylines with a classic heroic fantasy tone.}

Disappointed, the party reassembled in the lobby of the Blue Moon Alehouse. With his naturally high insight, Zepher noticed that when Kemara came in, she shot a look of extreme distaste at all the members of the party. It was hard to exactly pin the emotion, but it was some sort of dislike. She covered it up with a hostess smile before she went into her back room to attend to her brewing.

Lastly: Zepher performed an Object Reading ritual on the coin bag that he presumed belonged to Morgana, since it was found in the possessions of Farallax. He saw visions of the most significant things that happened to the object—and the party saw this too, thanks to the shared sense of vision and entanglement they started referring to as a soul link.

The first vision was particularly important to the coin bag as it marks a time when it changed owners (this being a bag’s primary obsession). The vision started as the bag was removed from a bloodstained backpack by a dwarven woman. It was in a rather small room with ice-covered walls. A white dragon lurked in the corner: Farallax. Yes, this was his lair in the Twisting Halls, and on the floor was the teleportation circle they had seen there. Just at the edge of the vision stood another dwarf, leaning heavily on an axe. Only his beard and boot were ever visible, though. The woman said: “How much will it cost, dragon? I’m not going to negotiate all night while we freeze to death.” The dragon said, with that familiar low rumble Zepher recalled with a shudder: “Freezing would be a mercy. You’ll starve to death in that room on the other side of the portal if you don’t know how to talk your way out… and might I say, your charm is lacking.” The woman snapped: “You’re merely a beast. I know how to get Citrian to let me out. I’m a better miner than any of their lot—I doubt any dwarves can stand the heat there in the Scar. And more of my workers will follow once I send word. So don’t worry about me getting stuck there, Farallax. Though your concern is touching.” They were interrupted by a messy sneeze from the half-seen dwarf. The woman continued: “So to conclude our business, how much?” Then followed some haggling and the measuring out of coins from the coin purse, an epic event in the life of any such container. In the end, the dragon wanted more than the bag actually contained; heated words were exchanged; the dragon’s fondness for the bag itself was revealed; and the dwarven woman tossed the entire, full, clinking bag between the dragon’s claws. He pawed the bag with satisfaction and said, ‘Very well. Take one of those scrolls from the shelf and… good luck, Morgana.’ This ended with a nasty snicker. The vision slowly tightened and centered on the bag as Zepher heard, in the background, dimmer and dimmer, the dwarven woman pop open a scroll tube, complaining about its latch, and start to read some words of power as the teleportation circle started to glow. But all this was not important to the coin purse. It slowly frosted over under the attentive breath of its new master. Its emotions, if a coin purse has emotions, remain a mystery that even arcana cannot penetrate…

The second vision must have been farther in the past, because Morgana was still its owner and it looked a bit less threadbare. It was sitting on a table in front of Morgana in a dark tavern which, Bastian recognised later on Zepher’s description, was in the city of Zeked-Dval. (For more on the context of this exchange, see Bastian) Across the table, feet up, was a dwarf with a strange, non-dwarven tattoo on his face. This, Bastian later revealed, was Karj, and realised that Karj must have been the other dwarf in the first vision: the beard and boots were the same. Some negotiation was proceeding as the bag’s drawstrings were fingered by Morgana, an event of great pleasure to the bag. Karj said: “But Sebastian and Syvallen are important diplomats. Why the hell should I piss off Rokholm? If I take them prisoner as you suggest, but the goblins don’t take over Rokholm, where would I be? Up shit creek is where.” Morgana answered, “Karj, forgive me, but you don’t see over the horizon like I do. I am a rich woman, and can pay you enough to change your mind. But what I really want is to convince you that I am on to a source of wealth and power far greater than trade rights through a dumb little mountain pass. Think big, Karj. I like you. I like the way you think. I like how you provide muscle in just the right places. I assure you, it won’t matter if the goblins take Rokholm or not. Take my money, get into the mining operation near there, and wait for my next move. Once chaos breaks loose, I will come for you and offer you a chance for an adventure you would not believe if I told you now what it was. But you will believe it once you see what happens in Rokholm.” From the bag Morgana counted out many platinum pieces. Karj looked at her appraisingly, sighed, “Oh hell, anything is better than this dump,” and took the coins. Morgana put a strong hand on his. “And Sebastian and Syvallen?” Karj grinned in a nasty way that made his tattoo look diabolical. He growled, “Don’t worry about the boy and his pet fey. They won’t ever see the light of day again.”

{ Give each in the party 200 XP each for general skill use and plot advancement. Oh, and I forgot to give XP for the previous session, in which Lady Jade was lured and smuggled out. That’s another 200 XP each. If this levels you up, please wait till after the next session, since I am expecting you all to be level 5!}

DM log-- Fallcrest 2-3

Our heroes hid the dead bodies in the secret compartment under the carriage. They decided to keep the surrendered eladrin guard alive but unable to summon help. They put the locked hood over his head and questioned him. His name was Brell and he was terrified of the consequences of talking—but Theren reminded him the consequences of not talking were worse. He revealed what he knew about where the other guards would be and what was going to happen during the festivities—which as we will see was going to be quite a wild ride, with plenty of distraction and mayhem to allow our heroes, disguised as guards, to move around relatively safely. They tied up Brell in the bed of the guard room upstairs. {Give 3 Plot Points to each member of the party for following alignment and keeping this guy alive, even though surely it will make them fugitives if and when their description is released… unless for some reason Jade decides, and is able, to command her guards not to pursue the matter further.} They painted one of the dead guards with the same makeup that Bastian had, and put him in the old dress, in hopes that this would cover their tracks.

The party checked out a possible escape route, and exited the guard tower to mix with the rapidly dwindling crowd. Little Quinne, unable to plausibly pass as a guard for hire, hastily made a decent frock from bits of Bastian’s now-ruined dress {passing an Int check to discover she was a fine dressmaker} and carried a chamberpot. The performance was over and the main tower was blazing brightly. A few guests already seemed heavily inebriated and Theren took advantage of one unconscious guest, stealing a pricey ring as he dragged him in. {Give 2 Plot Points to Theren for sticking with his rash character—even rolling to see if he could resist—and taking this risk that could have scotched the whole plot.} Then our heroes entered the tower to see what Jade’s festivities had in store.

And what they had in store! This quickly jotted tale cannot recount it in detail. It must suffice to give up these few tidbits:

  • Peacocks are not effective weapons.
  • DTIS can do the robot super well.
  • Midgets are not familiar with standard court proceedings, but Bastian certainly is.
  • Beware sending 12 year old girls into dark, guarded rooms filled with debauchery.
  • Too much chaos shard is bad for you.
  • Never, ever say “Fuck these tigers” while in a position of authority.

This map they made says a thousand words…

At one point, they saw a bearded lady, and Zepher recognised this as a vicious mockery of Lady Talltree. {Give 1 Plot Point to Zepher for this amusing connection. DTIS already earned himself a PP during play by volunteering that his character would be compelled to clean up the peacock poo.}

Our heroes soon figured out some cunning tricks to lure Lady Jade from room to room, getting her next to the befouled, guest-free room in the corner where the Featherdagger Gang was waiting. Zepher lured Jade in with a very clever idea, to say they had been at the Talltree festivities a few days before and they had an especially enticing rumour about Talltree to tell to Jade in private. {Give 1 Plot Point to Zepher for this nice use of world information.}

Once Jade was safely in the Silence-cast room, they explained their real identity and tried to convince her to come willingly. {This was a skill challenge.} The diplomats broke the news that they were hired as assassins by Talltree, and DTIS regaled Jade with a story about another noble who fled her own house through the sewers. What put Jade over the top was Quinne’s enchanting description of the life of the Featherdaggers {rolling a 20 on Streetwise, and earning two successes plus the permanent effect of Jade becoming besotted with this very different lifestyle}. Jade agreed to the plan and eagerly slipped down the gaping loo to meet her newly admired raven friends.

Our heroes saved Jade and did not get killed in the process! Covered by the chaos of a wee fire they had set in the piñata room, they followed Ralkil through the sewers and out to the top of the portage elevator.

Now what? Will they convince Talltree that the assassination was really performed? Will they be fugitives once the truth comes out? What else awaits them in the city teeming with stories waiting to be told?


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