Session 7

22nd of Kythorn (mid-afternoon):
Well the plan was to head back to the inn and get some rest but of course before we could do that we still needed to get the rest of our gear from the crypts and Merlo had to get his pack mule. The poor bastard had been locked up in the first room for the last 5 or 6 days. Luckily Merlo had left food and water for it. When we arrived at the cemetery there were a couple of guards there. It looked like they were trying to get the gate unlocked but without much success. Looking back I think they were supposed to do a patrol but were too scared to do it. We told them we had to go and get some stuff that we had left and said they could join us but they opted to stay back. We informed them of the hole up at the top of the hill next to the statue of the forgotten king and they said they would report it to their superiors and post a guard there until something was decided. Fine with me I didn’t really care either way but got to put a good show on. We got our shit and with Randal and the help of his beetle out of the picture that made it a little harder. He took off right after we were done with the battle and he woke up. Maybe with all the town guard and the clerics of Helm floating about he felt uncomfortable. Well with that accomplished we headed back to the Drunken Morkoth Inn.
We still had the bones and needed to find a safe place to put them. I suggested the Temple of Kelemvor since He is the Lord of the Dead. Of course we had two followers that worshipped Helm in our group and they said that the Temple of Helm would be a better place, who better than the Vigilant One, and in truth I really didn’t care but I had a feeling and I always trust my feelings. The people who are after these bones may have been dissuaded but they aren’t done. If we stick them in a temple that we have some association with and they turn up missing who do you think the blame will fall on. Then it will be our responsibility to go after whoever took them. Why does it seem there is always more shit getting in the way of what you really want to do? The son-of-a-bitch Barzien will pay sooner or later but now that I am on his trail I would like it to be sooner. Oh-well want in one hand and shit in the other isn’t that the way the saying goes.
When we arrived at the inn Toreen met us at the door and informed us we all had baths waiting in our rooms. I tried to get her to join me for my bath but I think her dad picked up on it and he called her away. I am going to have to find a way to allay his suspicions it won’t do if he keeps getting in the way of my needs and I am fairly certain she wants it as much as I do. I can see the way she watches me when she isn’t busy with other patrons, and with our new found fame she is probably thinking I might be her meal ticket out of this place. Of course that isn’t going to happen but if I can get my dick wet in the process before I break the news to her then it was all worth it. Just have to make sure I don’t get bashed in the head one night by her pops. Oh well I will figure something out things have a way of falling into place when you least expect it. We started in and Gert the bouncer stopped and wouldn’t let Tharag, or as he says “Now that I have earned my given name call me Franklin” (whatever the fuck that means) in the inn. Now trust me I am no big fan of Mr. Righteous but we had paid in advance and the guy really needed a bath. He had spent at least 6 days that I know of sweating and the Gods know what else in the clothes that he was wearing not to mention the added effects of the armor he was wearing that he got off of a dead guy that we had to kill again. Trust me the guy needed to get clean if nothing else, after that they could throw his ass out in the stables for all I care. Well I had to step up and mention this fact to ‘ol Gert and then Halpin overheard and had to step in also otherwise I think it would have come to blows between Gert and Th- shit this will take a little getting used to- Franklin, and with the way Gert was swinging that cudgel he could probably do some damage not to mention the trouble Franklin (got it right that time) would get into if he pulled his sword against a well-known townsperson. Not that I would really care but eventually some of that shit storm would end up on my boots and I need to make a good impression not just for the possible tail it might garner me but also cuz Uncle Rollins contacted me earlier today and left me some instructions on what he would like me to do while I am out and about exploring the world and plotting my vengeance. He was always good to me and my sis it would be wrong of me to deny him this. So luckily Gert acquiesced and stepped aside. After all that I still had to look forward to a hot bath all by myself. At least I got clean and even scrubbed down my gear. Getting blasted with all that gore in the last battle made me look just as bad as everyone else and I even had the civility to at least shower once while we were down in the crypts. Speaking of which I needed to look up Leera when I get a chance if Toreen won’t give me a go then she might still be game for some fun.
Well I got all clean and headed back down to the bar for a drink and some food. I got Halpin’s attention and handed him a ruby (one I had pried out of a crypt lid) and told him to let me know when my tab had reached that limit and hinted that there was more where that came from. Maybe that will help get him off my back when it comes to me getting Toreen on hers. If not I have other means of persuasion at my disposal if it comes to that. I noticed Merlo over having a conversation with the merchant dwarf that was with the Lord Mayor when we got hired and slipped into the table with Alistair and Roksharr to get in closer to the conversation. They weren’t talking about a whole lot except Merlo’s home brew, which is pretty damn good for dwarven made wine, so I was about to tune them out and head on over to the barracks to get my stuff. About that time Merlo noticed a ferret (?) lurking inside Tyro’s coat. Now wait just a minute, what the fuck is a well to do merchant doing with a ferret in his shorts. Knowing that, from contact with my sister and her wizard teacher that they like to have familiars, I was just about to ask Alistair to cast a detect magic over there and let me know what he saw only to remember that little ‘ol Aly is a WARMAGE and they can’t do utility spells. Well that is helpful in battle but we are not in battle and some shittin utility spells would be pretty fucking useful right now. So instead I had to wait for Merlo to finish his conversation and I called him over with the pretense of having a glass of his wine. I then mentioned to him to try and discreetly cast a detect magic and let me know what he got off of Tyro. Even for a dwarf I think he did pretty well in hiding the fact that he cast a spell and he worked his way over to Gert so he could study Tyro without making a scene. After giving him a little time to get a reading I moved up and noticed ‘ol Gert had taken a liking to Merlo’s wine but being a dwarf was afraid to admit it. Merlo on the other hand wasn’t getting the subtle hints Gert was throwing his way so I had to spell it out to him and in the meantime Merlo let me know there was a bright glow coming from Tyro. Unfortunately Gert heard something about a bright glow and asked us about it quite loudly. I had to try and cover that up with some bullshit about my armor glowing cuz we were going to meet with the Lord Mayor on the morrow and he bought it, I think, either way he stopped talking about it. Well ending up with more questions than answers I decided maybe a walk to the barracks would help clear my head so I got ready to leave and in walks Leera. Maybe I won’t have to sleep alone tonight. So throwing on the ‘ol Vashan charm I tried to work some magic that is when Toreen stepped in the middle of it and screwed it all up. Great so now I am pretty much assured a cold bed oh well guess it has to happen every once in a while so I just headed for the barracks to get my stuff. I got there and good ‘ol Sgt. Skyler had the foresight to have my stuff all laid out for me so I collected it and went back to the Inn and headed up to my room to get my shit in order for our meeting with the Lord Mayor. A little while later as I was getting ready for bed there came a quiet knock on my door so I went over and opened it and it appeared I wasn’t going to have to sleep in a cold bed after all. There stood Toreen, maybe she figured if I was talking to Leera she might need to step up her game. She said we had to be quiet and not wake her father. There were a couple of times I had to stick something in her mouth to muffle her screams but all in all I think we went unnoticed she might walk a little stiff legged in the morning but I am sure she could play it off on a bad nights rest since she didn’t get much sleep anyways.
23rd of Kythorn:
Well I got up feeling a lot better than I have felt in quite some time. A nice hot bath and sex always has a way of making the day a little brighter. Getting in my proper attire for my meeting with the Lord Mayor I headed down to meet with the rest of the group, sans Randal. He still was absent of course he started on the wrong side of this whole adventure and wouldn’t be getting the extra gold we were promised, so I didn’t expect him to show up. The others had dressed themselves in what appeared to be their best, if you could call it that. Some of them even wanted to carry their weapons in to the meeting. Well it was apparent I was going to have to step in and give them a little advice. Ranged weapons where pretty much a no-no and melee weapons were ok if they complimented the outfit but they had to expect them to be tied. Franklin wanted to go in full battle rattle and his denseness couldn’t comprehend that it was a bad idea to go in front of the Lord Mayor dressed like he was ready to kill him. He finally relented and stopped at his church to get some appropriate clothing. Good they could try and explain it to him. I swear it is like trying to tell a box of rocks what to do. Common sense is not common. Roksharr went with him and got the appropriate clothes also. He still had his bones and such in his hair but that might be his custom. You can take a cat out of the wild but you can’t take the wild out of the cat. At least they were all in all presentable and with me looking the best out of the group that didn’t hurt my cause either.
We arrived and were ushered in and presented with the remainder of our payment. There were a couple of other Lords and Nobles present and I figured it would be a perfect time to give them the jewelry I had found they, after all, didn’t need to know that the majority of it was found still in the comfort of their dead relatives. They were all grateful with the return of their jewelry and maybe some of them will remember it in the future. It got me an extra 450 gold that was 100 more than the appraisal I had made for it and my guess about them noticing it was dead on. I would have had to keep ahold of it and fence it in some other town. I had rather be rid of it here and move up a notch in their eyes. It was a rushed meeting and as we were leaving I heard the Lord Mayor mention the problems they were having with the Last Laugh. That will work out for me also. If I am going to try and start a guild here the law putting pressure on the opposition is a good thing. If you ask me they were stupid enough to get noticed by the wrong individuals. Sounds like amateur hour here in Cauldron were thieves guilds are concerned. Well with that out of the way we could finally do some good outfitting and boy did we need it if only to off-load all the shit we had acquired.
We went back and changed our clothes, wouldn’t do to have people assuming you had more money than necessary, loaded up the gear and headed over to Skie’s Treasury. The proprietor, Skie Alderson, was a bubbly and cheerful gnome lady. She was able to fit the bill of all we wanted to sell even if she only gave us half what it was worth. We all split up the gold and thanks to my extracurricular I had a little more than the rest of them. Man it is good to be a sneaky bastard. She had a few items but nothing I wanted. Merlo got a magical mace and Roksharr sold and bought some stuff. We all pooled some of our resources and bought a wand of healing which would help us all immensely. With the things Skie couldn’t help us with she was all too happy to direct us to the other shops in the area. Most of us wanted to enchant our armor and the smithy was the place to go next. When we arrived the smith said he could do all we wanted except a minor enchantment I wanted on my armor in addition to the added protection I was seeking. He said I could probably get that taken care of over at Wer’s Elixirs. So that is where I headed next. Roksharr decided he would tag along probably to keep an eye on me cuz I don’t think he bought anything. It put a crimp in some of the questions I really wanted to ask Wer but after we arrived it appeared he wasn’t in any condition to help with some of the more delicate things I wanted. He did say between sips of some home brew that he would be able to help with the glamor I wanted put on my armor, I just had to come back and discuss it with him when he was sober early in the morning. That was fine as long as it would get done. I wanted to ask him about some poisons and maybe some sleeping drafts but with Roksharr there I remembered how he reacted when Randal tried to get some of that spider venom and figured I could talk with Wer later about it. You never know, if Randal shows back up, I might be able to get him to help me through some of his contacts to get what I need, or should I say, want. Well with that out of the way all we had to do was wait for them to get done with our shit.
27th of Kythorn:
We headed back to the armorer and he had our stuff enchanted and I went over to Wer’s Elixirs and he put the glamor on my armor that I wanted. Now I can make it look like I am wearing just regular clothes and still have the protection of breastplate armor. I can also make my way around some of the lower districts and not stand out, people in mithril breastplate have a tendency to stand out in a crowd and the places I need to go standing out is a bad thing.
29th of Kythorn:
While everyone was enjoying the down time it was time for me to get to work. Randal was still MIA and I had not seen Leera since the first night we had been back. I like to think I am better than the average Joe in the sack and most ladies after having the Vashan experience need it again and again anything less is no contest. Plus on the Randal thing I noticed Franklin was wearing the armor he had given to Randal but there was no mention on his old armor or how he got the shit Randal was wearing. It was way past time I did some scouting and the first place I needed to go was the Tipped Tankard. I remembered Randal mentioning a guy by the name of Artus Shemwick supposedly a cook there and an info broker so it was time I went and started greasing some palms and getting answers. To many questions and variables out of my hands makes for uneasy nights and I like to sleep comfy and cozy, if I can do that with a warm female body next to me all the better.
Well I changed my armor to look like regular clothes, added a cloak, tucked my hair up under a wig, dyed my goatee red and put on a pair of gloves to cover my signet ring and became Joffre. He shall be my persona when dealing with Artus. Now time to find out a little more about Leera got to look after my love interest first and judging from what I had seen from Randal if he truly is in some deep shit that he can’t get himself out of I won’t be able to drag him out on my own.
I came in just after the main group for dinner had left and got me a seat in the back by the corner. When the serving wench came by I slipped her silver and let her know I needed to speak with Artus. She nodded and skipped her way on back to the kitchens. When she returned she brought me a mug of some watered down swill and a note to meet Artus at the docks around midnight, finally I might be getting somewhere. So with the first part of my plan in action it was time to sit back and listen in on the other conversations going around and gather what info I could glean off of the crowd. From the sounds of things I might need to spend some time at the Slippery Eel Tavern, but I definitely want to do it as someone other than Vashan. That is one of the places that the Last Laugh runs and while it may not be well known I can smell a front when I hear one.
30th of Kythorn (mid-night):
Well I arrived at the docks at the prescribed time. I left early so that I could walk aimlessly around and see if I was being tailed, can never be too careful after disrupting the local thieves’ guild plans for regional domination. I am still not sure though what their endgame was to be and for some reason, call it a feeling, I sense it is not over with us getting the bones back. Nothing is ever that simple. Surveying the area I figured it was safe to go ahead and approach Artus. While the info I wanted would, at least as far as Leera was concerned, be easy for me to figure out on my own I couldn’t take the chance. In the time it took me to figure it out on my own where she was staying something bad might happen. Since she was part of the other side of things and so was Randal. It could just be coincidence that they both switched sides and they are both missing but I don’t believe in coincidences.
I approached Artus and asked the questions I wanted answers for paid the gold requested and left with the answers I wanted. While he didn’t know where Randal might be and come to think of it he may not even know a Randal, that sneaky bastard has more names and aliases than I could or want to even try to comprehend, he did say a good place to look would be Minuta’s Boarding House. A place run by a half orc for some of the different types of races in the area. I also found out where Leera was staying, it seems she has a small place here in town I guess being a bard pays well in this town. I think after lunch I will head on over and see what I can find out, first though I need to get some sleep so I will be refreshed and alert.
30th of Kythorn (mid-afternoon):
Well I had a decent lunch got to hand it to Skinny Dick the man can definitely cook. Never knew a skinny cook though or at least one that was any good. With my belly full I went back up to my room and changed into my Joffre persona. Slipping unnoticed out the back I slinked my way through the crowds towards Leera’s place. As soon as I arrived I could tell something was amiss. Her door was ajar slightly and I could make out a jumbled mess through the crack. Walking up like I was expected I knocked on the door lightly waited a second and walked in. Closing the door silently behind me I immediately dropped into a crouch with my hand resting on my rapier ready to defend myself if necessary. The place was a shambles whatever had happened it was long past. It did appear that Leera was not around and she left against her will or after she had left someone came looking for something and tore the place apart trying to find it. Either way I had to assume the place was being watched so deciding the best thing would be to hide out till night fall I found me a quiet little corner in the shadows and hunkered down till night approached.
By the time the sun set and the noise outside quieted down I was incredibly happy for the quality of food at the Inn I was staying at. Figuring if someone was watching the place it would be safest for me to head out the back and slip into the alley that is what I did. Back to having more questions than answers. Was it because she had flipped sides that she was missing, did she leave on her own accord or was she taken, what were the people looking for that ransacked her place. The list went on and on. Well needless to say I won’t be putting her on her back anytime soon. Gonna need to find me some more females to keep my bed warm and I will need to get me another room maybe at the Tipped Tankard pay a couple weeks out and use it when changing personas. Joffre is known there so if he gets the room from there I can slip into Daelric and he can be the one I use when visiting the Slippery Eel. I will have to see how I look with dirty blonde hair. Don’t want to use a wig there just in case shit turns rough it might get removed in a scuff. I will have to tune down the clothing and find me some ragged cloaks. From what I here it is a pretty seedy place and I don’t want to stand out for sure in that crowd. Think I will head over there in a couple days need to let the group know what I found out about Randal’s possible whereabouts so they can start getting ready. Knowing them they will have to discuss nine million ways how to proceed and end up agreeing on the first one anyways.
5th of Flamerule:
Well it has been a few days Joffre got a room at the Tipped Tankard and Daelric has started frequenting the Slippery Eel. I was right about that place being a front for the Last Laugh. Drugs, prostitutes, and gambling and that is just the stuff that is common knowledge. I have been noticing a female elf that goes by the name of Jil. She always is escorted by two Orientals dressed in what I would wear as pajamas, if I wore any. They do look deadly and everyone gives them all a wide berth. She also has appeared with another female elf I have seen at the Tipped Tankard a few times, chic by the name of Megalla. If I had to guess, and I have seen enough to know, their relationship is master and apprentice. Jil is definitely more skilled than I, even though it hurts me to admit it but Megalla is still lower on the totem pole. They are both not bad on the eyes might try and make a play at Megalla and see if she is game for a little night time fun in my bed. Never know if I can get her on that angle then maybe she will help me with some pillow talk and I can get some insider info on the Last Laugh. I also need to start looking at recruiting a few others. I am sure that the Last Laugh has plenty of enemies on the same side of the law as them it is just a matter of getting them to come out of hiding. After all would you want to show your face if they were taking out whoever was standing in their way, I for one would not. Well any way the day after tomorrow we head over to Minuta’s Boarding House and see what we can find out about Randal. Hopefully this will pan out hate to think I am chasing ghosts.
7th of Flamerule:
Well we got the group together and headed out. Even though we were in town we were still rolling fully strapped, and as it turned out it was a good thing. We were a couple blocks from Minuta’s when out of the ground erupted this enormous mass of, well dirt, is the only way to describe it vaguely humanoid in shape just a hell of a lot bigger. When it took form it caused the side of a warehouse to collapse and it towered over us. It sent people flying in all directions and the ones that were able to keep their feet trampled each other to get out of the way. Tharag, I mean Franklin, rushed in on his horse and started swinging away Roksharr started letting arrows fly Merlo was busy keeping everyone in close combat with the elemental alive and Alistair was sending out his magic searing of chunks of earth and rock. I sent the last of my flame arrows at it and after seeing its reach was a little leery of moving into melee with it but if I didn’t get in there then we would probably be looking for another heavy hitter cuz Franklin was taking a beating. The quickest way for me to get there was through the shop that was right in front of me so I decided that is what I would do. I started to kick the door then figured I would just see if it opened first and if I needed to then kick it open. Lady Luck was on my side and it opened with ease. Inside I saw Megalla hunkered down prying some stones out of a carving. Hell if that thing was attacking someone other than one of my party members I probably would have helped her out but since that wasn’t the case I gave her a knowing smile and a wink and headed on through the shop. Looking around I noticed a large window so I grabbed a chair and threw it through shattering the glass and leaving a clear opening for me to leap out of. That is about the time that Franklin’s warhorse came in through the front of the shop. Not wasting any time on contemplating what that might mean I dove through the window and rolled to my feet on the other side. There was some drunk bastard out there waving his beer around and stumbling towards the elemental and I could tell it would be curtains for him there was no way I could get there in time to stop him from walking right up to his demise. Sure as shit he walked up on the elemental and it swatted him like a fly and the drunken bastard went flying through the air only to land in a heap stagger back to his feet and proclaim that he hadn’t spilt any beer. Some fuckers have all the luck. I noticed the city guards had arrived and the Sgt. Was one of the ones I recognized trying to warn them that their weapons would be useless against this monstrosity was a waste of my breath. They charged in doing their job, albeit in truth just giving it more targets to choose from, and started hacking on it with their weapons. They weren’t doing shit to it. I noticed for some reason Roksharr was the only one attacking it I wasn’t sure if Alistair was out of spells or down through all the dust and debris I couldn’t see any of the other members of the party just arrows that I knew had to be coming from Roksharr slamming into it knocking of large chunks. The elemental swung at the Sgt. And sent him slamming into a wall and he wasn’t as lucky as the drunk cuz he didn’t get back up. I heard a shout from Franklin and then a couple more arrows slammed into it and it crumpled. Seeing that the fight was over I headed over to the Sgt. To see if he was still breathing and luckily he was so I gave him a cure light wounds potion to get him back on his feet. That is when the MTA showed up. Talk about a day late and a dollar short. Where the fuck were they when the shit was hitting the fan? We headed into the warehouse were we assumed the elemental had originated and found the remains of a summoning circle. We were able to get from the MTA that the warehouse belonged to a guy by the name of Maavu. Still not knowing if he sent the elemental on us or if he was just fucking around with shit beyond his comprehension we headed on over to Minuta’s. Just what I need more fucking questions and no fucking answers. We had bettered find out something useful at the boarding house.

Session 7

Forgotten Realms: Cauldron Ebonblade