Session 10 Part 2
PCs
Talos Redwand, 5th level ConjurerLutien, 5th level Fighter (Myrmidon)
Brendel, 5th level half-elven Fighter (Swashbuckler)
Eswin, 6th level elven Thief
Kieren, 6th level Druid
Shaw Ashcroft, 5th level Ranger (Justifier)
NPCs
Klaus, a wererat
Hourmaster Orlock, Priest of Troentad
From the Private Journal of Hourmaster Orlock
Monday, 16th Eleventhmonth 606AT
Hourmaster Orlock |
The city is in turmoil. Reaction to Valthun Redwand’s murder
was swift and brutal. Rialtan de Montefort, regent of Perrinwall has outlawed
sorcerous magic within the city and has begun rounding up known wizards. The
archwizard Amathor however, will not be so easily secured. All guardsmen sent
to his tower to arrest him have been turned to stone! Priests of Ysma have been
traveling to Amathor’s tower with blindfolds to try and return the guardsmen to
their fleshly state, but many of the stone statues of the former guardsmen have
been smashed to bits. The Thieves’ Guild has also been targeted and known associates
of Cornelius Flynn have been hung by the score in gibbets daily. Those who call
the city home – the ordinary folk – are living under a dark shroud of fear. The
priests of the Cult of Felorian have risen in power swiftly, their mysterious
protector god offering succor to those most vulnerable. Word comes that the
Duke’s son may yet march on the city from Westguard. I fear civil war looms on
the horizon. I pray to Troentad that the Duke gets wind of events here and
returns to restore order, but I fear that his overwhelming sense of duty to the
King of Beltigost will keep him away for many a moon.
Wednesday, 18th Eleventhmonth 606AT
Was approached by a most motley crew of scallywags and
ruffians today. One identified himself as the Redwand’s son; de Montefort has
made it clear that this one, Talos by name, is under suspicion, but I sense no
malice in him. The group claims to want to solve the mystery of who murdered
the Redwand. They have planned to find his body and speak with his spirit so
that he may name his killer. That’s where I come in. They need a priest capable
of casting such a spell. Though my eyes would tell me not to trust these grim
travelers, in my soul I believe that they seek to do good, so I have agreed to
accompany them.
Night has fallen. We met some seedy looking chap by the name
of Klaus at a tavern by the docks. The companions showed him a strange symbol
and he reluctantly agreed to help us. He led us to an entrance to the sewers
and then promptly turned into a wererat! What evil have we gotten into bed
with? Once in the sewers however, we were at Klaus’ mercy, for none of us knew
the way to the secret entrance to the Ducal Palace. The path was long, narrow
and smelt so awful I had to cover my face with a cloth. At one point we were assaulted
by a pair of shambling creatures comprised of vegetation and refuse. They were nearly the end of me, as
one of them enveloped me whole and began suffocating me. With the help of the
warriors Shaw and Lutien and Troentand’s blessing, I was pulled free. We knew we
were outmatched, so once I was free of the creature, we escaped. They were too
slow to follow. There are many more rumours about those how dwell in the sewers
beneath the city like Father Nightmare, and the half-men, and serpents large enough to swallow a family whole; I pray that we don’t come across any of these other foul
creatures.
After another hour of fumbling about in the fetid sewers, we
finally reached the secret entrance. Klaus claimed that he had fulfilled his
bargain and quickly left. I hope that when our task is done in the palace we
can find some other means of egress.