Curse of the Crimson Throne

19th Calistril 1408 (remainder)
Hero's Triumph

Hey everyone, Bowie here. Remember me? It’s time to celebrate our awesome victory!

We’re leading a wagon through the back-streets of Northgate and then Midland, heading to Citadel Volshyenek. A few people look askance at us. The Gate Sergeant stands to one side and we’re waved into the courtyard. Verick and the others are whisked away and we’re taken to Field Marshall Croft’s office.

Then she plunks down a big bag of gold on the table. She says, “Very, very impressive job you’ve done and I’m very grateful to you.” We explain how Maelynn put him up to it. She gives a big sigh. “Bad business. People are still asking questions about the seneschal and the king. My entreaties to the palace are ignored. We have new Hellknights coming into the city, expensive and counter-productive.” She has nothing more for us.

I give her a description of Kester and she tells me to talk to Lubbens who is the Duty Sergeant. The Guards seem a little less surly with us as we go. Lubbens isn’t, but I ask him to keep an eye out for Kester and his friends. He’s a little grumpy but he writes it down and seems like he’ll tell the Guard headed out. I think I’m wearing him down!

It’s the afternoon of Starday. There is a light breeze and a little smoke in the distance. We speak of what to do now that there seems to be nothing immediate. We discuss what to do with our thousand gold sails. Brian and Pavitra want to go for new clothes and spa treatments. Mod wants to go but they convince him he wouldn’t like it. Mod’s feelings seem a bit hurt and he glumly agrees to go with me to look for Kester.

We divide up the money and Po figures out that Verrick’s potion is a Cure Moderate Wounds. We give it to Mod to carry. I stow some gold in my room.

Po heads out to an alchemy shop: Hedge Wizardry, run by Phaeton Skoda in the Gold Market. Po looks for some supplies. They speak of Black Fester and Flesh Gems and Magnesium and Shadow Cloy and Terrup Sap. He has Po come in closer and gives him a sniff. “You don’t smell of anything,” he says. “How do you learn to do that?” Skoda offers Po some work making potions at some point. Po buys a light healing potion and the ingredients to make some himself.

Brian and Pavitra head to the Heights, to Tenna’s. They are met by an attendant. Brian says they’d like to be rejuvenated. He says they’d like some refreshment and new clothing brought to them. The attendant orders some cucumber sandwiches, wheatgrass shots, mudpacks, pedicures, manicures, and send runners to tailors.

When the attendant asks for some upfront payment, Brian asks if they can open up an account there. “Would 200gp be all right?” After a blinking moment, the attendant says that should be fine. Brian puts mine and the half-orcs’ names on it too.

The tailors’ assistants arrive to take their measurements. Brian dictates their actions. He hears the highest fashion is still currently large hats, tights, a blousy shirt and a flashy cloak. Pavitra buys them some dinner.

Mod suggests we inquire around with street kids about Kester. We notice there a lot of Hellknights around, reducing the amount of rowdiness. One kid we find after a couple hours says he saw Kester on Lancet Street down on Warehouse Way. Mod gives him a gold piece. We remember that Zelara lived there.

We visit Mrs. Chang. She makes us some tea with some sweetbread. I bounce Leela on my knee and tickle her under the chin but she’s still out of it. Soon, she’ll be right as rain!

Mrs. Chang asks about Brian’s whereabouts. “I don’t care where he is,” says Mod. Mod tells her Brian is married. I didn’t know that! Mrs. Chang is disappointed. She mentions that there are a lot of people headed to the Pantheon of Many so we go to check it out.

The Pantheon of Many is a massive octagonal structure of white marble for seventeen different deities including Cayden Cailean. People are shouting about the King’s death like, “We need guidance from the gods!” and “We need an augury!” and “Cayden Cailean rules!” OK, that was me. There are some embarrassed clerics trying to get people down from the chairs.

I find a cleric of Erastil. He’s not too happy about the crowd there and worries that there might be trouble. I remember that some people call Erastil “Old Deadeye.” The cleric appreciates it.

Before we leave, I make up some prayers (that rhyme!) and shell out advice and pearls of wisdom to the folks nearest to Cayden Cailean’s shrine.

We look around Lancet street. We see Zelara’s place is locked up and one window is boarded. But down an alley I see Kester, he’s been watching us. He was hiding from us. When I go over to him I see he’s been crying. “You left us you bastards! I hate you! I hate you!” I can’t calm him down. “We went to find you!” he pleads.

He runs off and I use Cayden Cailean’s gift of speed to outrace him and, though he keeps slipping away, I eventually get my hands on him. He kind of blubbers in my arms but does not explain himself. Too tired to run any more, I carry him to Three Rings to get some food. Po is there already.

Brian and Pavitra come in, seemingly a bit tipsy. Pavitra is not able to get him to talk either. But after he settles down, he’s ready, but sullen. “One of ’em’s dead,” he says. “One of the others. And one of them’s taken.”

The Lambs had gone back to the fishery because it was warm. Kester was on the roof watching while the others were cleaning up. He saw a fellow on the opposite wall, crawling like a spider and sniffing. He went in the front door and came out with someone in a sack. The others have all scattered. One was dead. “We came to you for help,” he says, again. “And you ignored us.” Pavitra looks like she is feeling guilty. Well, she should!

“Attica’s dead. Gerb was taken,” Kester says, naming the victims.

“No one likes a Negative Nellie,” Brian tells Kester, pouting that no one is talking about his new clothes. “But we’ll find your friends.”

“Your nails look nice,” Kester tells him and then Brian warmly promises to help find all of them.

Theandra comes over to the table with a note for Brian reminding him that a friend of his is performing at Bard’s End. I’m feeling angry at Pavitra. She’s been acting very selfishly lately. Thinking of the Bard’s End, I’m reminded that I have not seen Meagan in a long time, not since Pavitra and I started looking for Leela so I say I’d like to go. I offer Kester my room. Mod wants to stay with Kester and loses his patience with Brian as Brian tries to get Kester to go to bed quicker so he can go to the show.

We make our way to the South Shore. Even more people are at the Pantheon of the Many. Some are praying. They don’t seem like they’re causing trouble, yet. Maybe the gods will answer them!

At Bard’s End we see a a big crowd including a group of rowdy elves, plus a few gnomes and halflings. There’s a band of three gnomes and a human on stage playing a harpsichord.

I look around but I don’t see Meagan. Brian sees his friend Fianaro and thinks for a moment that the bard onstage looks a bit familiar. He and Pavitra and Mod try to remember but can’t put their finger on it.

I find my way to the bar to get my battlemug filled.

Fianaro spots Brian and his face lights up. He comes running over and embraces him. “I’m… so glad… you could make it. I… hope you… got my note.” The Darkling Lullabies is the name of his group which has apparently grown to a very large size. They speak of Brian’s new clothing.

The bard onstage seems to notice Brian and then says, “Thank you very much!” and ducks off the stage very quickly and runs out of the bar out a side door as his band, confused, finishes up. A mystery!

Fianaro takes the stage. He first mentions that they will be in a battle of the bands in a week. Then he drinks a potion because he has to hit those “high notes” for a song for a very special person. His voice in a higher pitch from the potion, he sings a long ballad called “Brian.” When the song ends, the potion wears off and Fianaro’s voice returns to normal for the rest of the set. Afterward, he rushes off stage to see if Brian liked it. He did. Oh, maybe Brian is married to Fianaro, I realize. I should ask.

I eventually find Meagan who seems put out that I haven’t called on her for a while. I explain how I’ve been working with the Korvosan Guard doing special missions and this seems to soften her up. I don’t mention Leela and Pavitra, though, which makes me feel a little bit disloyal. I don’t know why, though. Pavitra doesn’t care.

I tell Meagan about how we saved those kids from Lamm. But now one of them is dead because we weren’t there to help them again. Meagan is sad to hear that but she’s busy with the place so packed plus she was promised a slot to sing if things slow down before closing time. It’s hard for her to think about other serious stuff right now. I tell her I’ll stick around to hear her if she gets the chance. I just don’t feel like going back to my room and seeing Kester and remembering what a lousy hero I’m turning out to be.

19th Calistril 1408 (continued)
Good Cop, Bad Cop, Rich Cop, Bomb Cop, Whiny/Creepy Cop

Bowie here, happily snoring away.

Starday morning. We wake up. The druids seem to have departed. Pavitra and I talk a little bit about what to do today. A “happy morning” as I like to call it is apparently not an option. I ask her to find the others and get some breakfast while I pray for Cayden Cailean’s blessings and guidance.

Meanwhile, in the sewers, Po sees that Rizzo is poking around on his shelves. He’s concerned he might swipe something. Po suggests that Rizzo join him for brunch at the Three Rings Tavern. Rizzo wants to know where he has come into money from. Po says he and Rizzo are friends and maybe they could go see the dungeon play together. Rizzo seems to just want to touch him for a bit of coin but Po blows that off.

Brian treats Po very kindly when he sees him, because he lives in a sewer. Theandra is out of bacon which makes me a bit doubly sad but she gives me extra eggs with hot sauce. Pavitra has some wheatgrass whatever that is. I see that Mod and Po are hurt, so I heal them.

We head to the Korvosan Guard Citadel. We hear chanting up ahead. At a crossroads we see a number of protesters, maybe a score and a few Guard are trying to quiet them down. “What happened to the King? The Curse of the Crimson Throne!”

No ruler has ever seen one of their children ascend to the throne, I explain to the others what the curse is. When we reach the Citadel the Watch Sergeant takes us to the side entrance. I’m excited because it’s the employee entrance. We reach Cressida Croft’s office up a staircase.

After a minute, she comes in and seems annoyed that we’re late. She says that Graow is missing. He hasn’t reported in for weeks. I tell her about seeing him last night. She says she would like me to ask him to come in. I explain that he seemed depressed but I tried to tell him how Field Marshall Croft had everything under control. She made an offhand comment about wishing that were true.

She names Verik Vancaskerkin as another missing Sergeant. Maybe they shouldn’t promote anyone any more. She sent some people to find him but they didn’t come back either. Baldrago and Malder were their names and they were sent two days ago. Over by Stirge Street.

She says she wants us to look for him rather than more Guard because there has been some trouble with deserters. I point out that maybe one way to perk up morale would be is if I were to gather everyone around and cast Blessing of the Watch to help the whole force and then she could say something like, “Let’s be careful out there!” and they’d all be inspired. She says it’s a nice thought but best to just go out the way we came in. She stresses she would like us to be discreet. I agree. Once outside, I ask Brian what that means.

We head up towards Northgate, taking Harborview Boulevard. We see someone in a gray robe preaching the end times on the corner. “The eye has turned toward Korvosa! The end is near!” I don’t recognize him. He’s new.

Getting back to Northgate we see the bridge to the mainland. This is one of the main places people enter the city. Stirge Street is a working class part of Northgate and mostly for residents. There are “corner clubs” rather than bars so I don’t know the area as well. But Brian and Mod and I go to one. There are a couple old fellows outside. The bartender says his name is Voldro. He serves us Varisian sherry which I buy with money from Pavitra. It’s very good and I learn it’s best served in small glasses rather than my battlemug. He puts out some nuts and reefclaw eyes. I like these corner clubs! Good date place. I’ll have to remember that.

I ask Voldro if he saw anything about some former Korvosan Guard. He says there is a gang. They call themselves Cowhammer Boys. One of the old men spits on the floor. They are thugs, Voldro says. They give out meat. They are in the butcher place. They beat people up for money. He says they haven’t shaken him down, though. Weird gang.

I buy another round (with Pavitra’s money). We see a young lady go by carrying a large chunk of meat. Brian recognizes it as a rare, soft, and delicious meat and declares that we should get some. Mod says, “Nobody gives nobody nothing for nothing.”

I ask Voldro to qualify…. they give out meat for free and they also will beat people up for money. “So, they’re meat-beaters?” Pavitra asks and one of the old men laughs. Brian’s sherry goes to his head a bit.

We look for the butcher shop and see a free-standing building with a large sign of a Fat Smiling Cow. Lounging by the front door is a tall fellow with a bushy unibrow who looks at us suspiciously. Through the grimy window we see some meat laid out on a marble slab with flies.

“Hello, what’s your name? My name is Brian,” says Brian. “May I have some meat please?” The man is armed with a crossbow and a sword. He looks up and down at Brian in his emerald green jump suit.

“Get off,” the guy says. “Meat’s for those who are in need. You’re not in need.”

I eye the fellow and I notice that there’s a Korvosan Guard shield there behind him. I point it out to him and imply that I’m looking for Verik. He says to move along and I point out how that sounds just like something a Guard would say. I make a couple jokes about the Cowhammers and he calls, “Malder, I think it’s time for a lunch break.”

“Oh, you must be Baldrago,” I say to the speaker.

“How do you know my name? I don’t know you,” challenges Baldrago.

“Don’t you?” I reply.

Malder whispers something to him and he says, “Come back after dusk. Come to the side entrance.” I get a bad feeling but am excited about further employee entrances.

Mod and Pavitra look around the fenced-in yard in the back. It smells manurey. Mod climbs up and sees a large cattle pen and a shed and a back door. There is just one sad, skinny cow. Mod tells Pavitra about it. He suspects there is something odd about not seeing more animals.

Mod keeps saying it is “Sus.” I don’t know what that means.

I suggest they stay and keep an eye on things and I’ll go report to Croft. Brian goes off to look for the girl with the meat. Po lurks about to watch the butcher shop. Po notices the faded words painted on the side of the butchery: All the World’s Meat.

Brian asks Voldro where the girl went. He doesn’t know. Brian cries for the missing meat. Voldro offers him some Varisian sausage but he doesn’t want it. Brian asks Pavitra to do a dance for him and she does a backflip instead. One of the old men claps and tells them where the girl lives, in some shacks by the water.

Brian takes her hand and they head off, a happy song in his heart.

Mod comes back from taking a leak and sees everyone is gone. “Where did you go?!” he yells. Po catches his attention.

Brian and Pavitra don’t see the girl. Brian grabs a random middle-aged lady and shouts, “Meat!” The lady says she will call the Guard on him, “Meat Man.”

Brian suggests making a giant fire to get the girl’s attention. Then he shouts, “Fire! Fire!” Pavitra grabs him by the wrists and tries to drag him back to the others.

Mod and Po see a weedy fellow with a pimple on his nose start banging on the door. Po sneaks closer to listen. The door opens a crack and the guy says, “I come about the night cuts!” Then he goes inside and someone checks the alley behind him.

I get back to Citadel Volshevik and talk to Field Marshall Croft. She asks if I learned anything. After I tell her about the proper way to drink Varisian sherry she qualifies to ask if I learned anything about Verik. I tell her. She says she’s glad I reported back to her. She seems to concur that Verik might be in league with them. She says he was very popular and she’s very worried about all this. I ask if he was popular for being a good Guard or a bad Guard. She says he seemed connected from someone high above and had advanced quickly and ambitiously. He gave himself airs. She offers a large reward to bring him and the other two back alive if I can. Less, if they’re dead.

Pavitra takes Brian in search of different meat. Another corner speaker is saying, “We’re all going to do it. The red rubbing of parts. The writhing doom is coming!” He is coughing up blood and wears patchwork clothes. He points at Pavitra and says, “This one will be involved!” and begins heading over towards her. She retreats. “When she draws her first coughing breath, that will be the end!” At that, the crowd seems to eye her funny and she gets out of there, dragging Brian behind her.

I get back to Stirge Street. Along with Po and Mod, I see the weedy fellow come out the door and head up to Old Korvosa. We share information and find Pavitra and Brian at the corner club. I call for Cayden Cailean to give us the Blessing of the Watch even though we aren’t actually the Watch and we’re kind of going against the Watch members. It works!

We realize we could sneak into the back area of the butchery and decide to do so. Mod knows a way in, he says. He climbs over the stockade and opens the door to the shed in the back for us. We close the door after us. There is a straw-covered wagon. I ask Cayden Cailean for Door Sight to see through the back door.

I see a grim chamber strewn with blood-stained straw. There are meat hooks all around and vats and chopping blocks. There is a guy mopping meat and blood up.

I go and look through the other door in the cow pen and see a guy throwing something to some ravenous-looking pigs who seem very excited about it. I gently try the door and see it is not locked.

Brian says he can make a distraction so we go into the hallway by the pigs. He makes the sound of footfalls and voices out by the shed door. We hear the sound of metal on stone and then a door opens. We hear, “Corello, come here. Bring your sword.”

We open the door and try to sneak through the slaughterhouse. I slip on some mud and make Mod laugh out loud. The guys come back in and say, “Oy! Who the hell are you? Thieves?” One carries a sledgehammer. The other, Corello, a sword.

Pavitra dances forward and cracks the bigger man in the knee. There is a crunching noise and he is in great pain. I say, “Looks like it’s not your lucky day.” Then I run over and imbue him with the Chaos of Cayden Cailean.

Corello calls for Malder and Baldrago and then takes a swing at me with his sword but misses. Mod rushes up and nearly takes his head off but Corello ducks.

Brian gets his crossbow out and loads it and fires it into a vat.

The large sledgehammer fellow hops a step back and says, “Kick the thing! Kick the thing!” Then he heaves at me with his hammer and, despite Cayden Cailean’s chaotic protection, hits me. Ouch.

Pavitra hears some other people on the move upstairs and then steps forward and misses the guy with her kama. Then I poke him with my rapier. I miss his friend with my battlemug and then step away, clutching my bruised ribs.

Brian sees someone tentatively coming down the stairs. He has a crossbow and fires through the cracked-open door and wounds Brian badly.

Corello begins to kick at a piece of iron at his feet, a rusty pin. “Why are you kicking at that thing?” Mod asks while swinging his sword. Corello gasps in pain.

Brian’s face has twisted into a strange expression, his head tilted to the side. “Don’t do that!” says a strange voice from his mouth as he stares at the crossbowman but the man does not seem to react.

The hammer guy swings at the pin too but misses. It appears to be related to the grate that Mod is standing on. Pavitra steps over and cracks Corello unconscious with her knee.

I take the opportunity to join Brian by the doors to the stairs and I channel some energy and heal Brian and myself. “Thanks!” says the strange voice of Brian, getting healed more than I’d given him. Weird.

Po continues to wait and see if he feels like helping. The two crossbowmen on the stairs reload… I see they are Malder and Baldrago. Mod misses the hammer guy.

Brian looks at Malder, who’d injured him, and the former Guardsman begins to clutch at his head in pain. Brian then does a strange and unnatural dance.

The hammer man, Parnes, we learn later, tries to flee but Pavitra strikes him as he goes but he stays on his feet. “I’m still in the fucking game,” he grits as he stumbles into the shed.

Pavitra heads away into the corridor. I follow her and see a man at the top of the stairs with a composite longbow. A handsome man, in Korvosan Guard livery and armor. I say, “Verik, Field Marshall Croft wants to have a word with you… DOWNTOWN” and charge up the stairs. But I miss him with my touch of chaos.

He takes a step back and fires at me. I take an arrow in the chest painfully.

Po decides he’d like to help after all and steps into the corridor and throws a bomb at Malder and Baldrago. That takes Malder down and injures Baldrago. They both burn in pain but Baldrago fires back at Po and hits him and then pulls out a sword.

Mod gets angry and chases after Parnes in a fury but misses him again.

Brian does a little dance and says, “Your turn! Your turn!” and causes Baldrago to clutch his head in pain.

Parnes still tries to withdraw. Pavitra follows me up the stairs and Baldrago takes a swipe at her and stabs her painfully. “Bowie!” she cries. “Pavi!” I cry back.

I heal her, but Cayden Cailean does not see fit to heal her very much. He must be thinking it will be a better story this way. With the arrow still in my chest, I step forward to menace Verik. “You made a big mistake,” he says. He’s probably right but he misses me with his drawn spear.

Po bombs Baldrago who screams and falls. “All Brian wanted is some meat!” Po taunts.

Mod shouts, “Why can’t I hit you even though you have such big bones?!” to Parnes. Then he swings again and splatters him all over the shed. Mod feels strangely empty. All the World’s Meat.

Brian steps closer and whispers, “I’m inside you!” to Verik who clutches his head in pain. “You are unclean.”

Pavitra tries to flip herself up into the room but can’t manage it and instead takes out a shuriken. I fail at touching Verik with Chaos and step to the side of him. “Mod!” I call, wondering where in Korvosa our big fighter is. Verik barely misses impaling me with his spear.

Po comes up the stairs and draws a dagger. Mod finally comes running. Brian hits Verik with more psychic damage. Pavitra steps up and strikes at him a couple times but misses.

I try again to touch him and miss again. Cayden Cailean, surely this story is cool enough by now!!! Verik misses me again. Po tries to strike him but the Sergeant’s fancy chainmail turns the blade. Mod comes charging up the stairs at long last, in a fierce anger. We have Verik pinned in the corner.

Brian clouds Verik’s mind and keeps him from acting. Pavitra smacks him one. “Remember, try to take him alive,” I say. Then I stab him in the thigh but miss him with the battlemug. Po gets a bomb ready and tells us if we move away he’ll throw a bomb at him.

Mod misses with his sword and steps away. Brian seems to come to his senses and says, in his regular voice, “What happened? Did I die?”

Pavitra hits Verik with a punch to the jaw. “I yield quarter!” he says and drops his spear. I say hold that thought and dash down the stairs and try to save Malder and Boldrago from burning and bleeding to death. After pulling them from the flames and stabilizing their wounds I’m relieved to know they’re both still breathing. I see Corello is all right too. I also see that Parnes is exploded all over the place. “I can’t save the fat one, he’s all over the courtyard!” I call.

Verik drops to his knees. “I knew Croft would come for me, eventually. It was a good plan. We gave away meat.”

Brian asks about the special meat. “Is there any chance of a bacon sandwich?”

“Why are you giving people meat? It’s weird,” asks Mod.

“People appreciate it.”

“But nobody never gives nobody nothing for nothing.”

“I don’t have to answer to you.”

“Yes, you do,” says Mod. “Don’t make me angry again.”

Brian assists the interrogation and I magically enhance Mod’s intimidation. Verik’s shoulders slump. “It wasn’t my idea. It was my lover.” He says her name is Maelynn. “It was a good idea at the time. People need meat. People would appreciate it. They need a leader.”

“What are the night cuts?” I ask. He seems that he doesn’t know. We explain. Verik doesn’t seem to know what we’re talking about. He says that Maelynn just tells him what to do and that she’s really beautiful. She’s human.

Brian tries to taunt him but it makes him clam up. Mod asks where he lives and he says here and points to a closed door. Brian goes to investigate. There is a sheet of paper pinned to the table with a silver dagger. More importantly, a bed. Brian thinks about napping.

I tell Verik, “Do you still have your manacles?” He nods. I say, “Look… we’re going to take you back to the Field Marshall. We’ll cover you up so people don’t see you walking through town in chains. Field Marshall Croft needs good men. She used to think you were one of them.” He seems ashamed but offers no resistance. I tell him the other men are alive except Parnes.

Po says a crowd is gathering outside. I suggest Brian look for evidence in the bedroom. He says there is a dagger and a bed and he’s very sleepy. Then he admits there are some papers. I ask him to grab the papers and dagger. We need to go.

Po puts out the fire with a bucket and some water. I cover up Verik with a blanket. Po looks in a meat locker and notices that the meat doesn’t look like cow or pig. It isn’t natural, Po thinks, warning Brian against eating it.

I find a potion on Verik and confiscate it. He doesn’t protest. I say, “Look on the bright side. You’re still alive. You’re still wanted. You’ve still got your looks. You’ve gotten a second chance.”

“But not with her,” he laments.

Then he and I and Mod and Po haul the cart out, loaded up with the unconscious ones. Some teenagers see us leaving. One girl starts to yell “Oy! What’s going on?”

I go over and say, “Special project for the city. Best you don’t concern yourself with it, young lady. But…” I add conspiratorially, “I won’t say anything if you want to go help yourself to some meat.”

At that, the kids stop yelling and, pausing only a bit to skirt Parnes’ remains, they slip into the meat locker to get some treats and we slip away without the crowd noticing us.

19th Calistril 1408
Super Sloppy Double Dares

Hi everyone! Bowie here on the Fireday Night That Never Ends. There were a lot of Fireday nights where I’ve said, “I wish this night would never end!” I don’t think I’ll ever say that again even though so many good things have happened. If you’d told me a week ago that in the same night I’d secure safe healing for Leela, and Pavitra would be partying naked, and I’d get to have an adventure with my new friend Brian, I’d say, “All right!” Now I kinda feel more of a “I don’t want to die!” sort of thing.

In the sewer beneath Old Korvosa, Brian and I smell sour apples and wet fungus in a powerfully strong stench in the dark. We hear loud sloshing and the cry of “Maxmax!” coming closer. I step between Brian and the ladder and the voice. I call out, “Hello?” into the darkness. Brian begins to panic. We both hear a very very faint snickering, higher pitched, off in the darkness from behind the first voice.

A bright ghostly form of light appears as Brian whimpers. In the illumination, we see a disgusting, large, three-tentacled monster that is mostly a mouth. We also see a splash of something hitting the water near it. Brian screams and waves his crossbow around. Very faintly, in Po’s lair, Mod hears Brian screaming. I think we should go, quickly, and suggest Brian climb up the ladder as I call out to the thing hopefully, “Do you want Maxmax? I could get you some.” Mod yells, “Brian!” very loudly and heads out into the sewer.

The thing moves forward and fishes something out of the water where the little splash was and then its eyes fix upon me. Brian climbs slowly up the ladder. I step beneath him and the creature reaches out and fondles my face with its gloopy, slimy tentacles. I call upon Cayden Cailean to protect me from this thing so I can live to feel a more pleasant tongue on my face. With my god’s divine power, I touch the tentacle to imbue it with chaos. Then I scramble up the ladder a bit, just behind Brian who is stuck at the top.

“They’re the ones who took your maxmax! They’re the ones!” cries the tiny voice. The tentacled creature roars and tries to climb up on the ledge behind us but falls, because of the chaos affecting its motor skills. Brian squeezes through the opening. I scramble up after him and skitter away from the ladder.

It tries to follow us up the ledge and the ladder. Brian asks what to do and I tell him to run away. He says, “What about Po and our friends?” and I assure him they are safe behind Po’s security door. I convince him we should leave and go buy some maxmax. As we run, Brian hears a loud thumping in the basement behind us.

Meanwhile in the sewer, Po and Mod have arrived around the corner from the creature. Po believes he can recognize the smell as one of the otyughs but it is far away from where they normally are. He tells Mod, “Brian and Bowie have probably been eaten by now.” Mod says, “Oh. The Korvosan Guard will take care of it.” Then he remembers that they are stretched thin. Po says maybe Brian is all right. Or not. Mod wonders if he should shout for him. They hear a crumbling and splashing of stone.

Po sneaks a little closer to see the otyugh is destroying his “front door.” He throws a bomb at it but it splashes in the water and startles it.

I run towards The Sticky Mermaid planning to buy some maxmax. I tell Brian as I spread the distance away from him that he’ll like the place. It’s really cheap, I say.

The otyugh comes down from the ladder to attack the half-orcs, but it seems a bit stuck and squeezes itself to stay on the ledge; it doesn’t quite get close enough to attack Mod although its tentacles sweep close.

Po hits the otyugh with a bomb and then Mod slices it badly in a rage, spraying green goo everywhere. It smells like his mom’s apple pie. Then the creature grabs onto Mod and Po hits it with another bomb. Burning, the otyugh splashes off into the darkness.

Meanwhile, back in my room, naked Pavitra staves off the strength of the flayleaf the druids had offered her and keeps it together and doesn’t wig out.

Po and Mod find our footprints escaping into the night.

Brian and I get to the Sticky Mermaid. I walk in with a big smile. “Hi everyone!” I don’t see the maxmax vendor. A Watch Sergeant comes ambling over, “Neffy, it’s Graow!” I ask if he has any maxmax. He says let’s go to the docks and he grabs a big tankard of ale. He asks if I’ve ever been in love. I say I keep things footloose and fancy free. Then I introduce him to “Ryan” and he talks about Brian’s hair being like “hers.”

“I thought the king was a good one. The whole town is going to Hell,” says Graow. I say it’s not so bad and he throws up. I’d seen this guy around before but didn’t know his name. I don’t know who “Neffy” is either. He had always seemed to be one of the more decent guardsmen. I try to get him some water and he shares his mix of ale and fishjack with me and we drink to the king. He is sad that he used to be a good swordsman but it’s “no good” anymore. I remind him that the Field Marshall seems to be a good person but he says she’s not really in charge.

I see the maxmax salesman! I ask to cut the line by buying the maxmax for the sailors who are already there. They are happy to do so and introduce themselves to Brian. I use my last coin to buy as much maxmax as I can.

I coax Graow into leaning against a wall to eat his maxmax. There is a slight nagging feeling that he’s not going to be safe out here all alone speaking out against the Queen but I have to deal with keeping the monster from rampaging. Brian asks the sailors for a bit of maxmax. Then he gives them a parting wink and dashes off after me to go feed the monster which Graow thinks is a joke. “Good old Neffy!”

I get back to the basement but no longer hear any banging. The hole has been enlarged though. Brian arrives and makes some light. He looks to see if he can find any footprints and climbs down there. He sees half-orc footprints and a trail of goo from the monster. It looks like they fled in an opposite way that the goo fled. Brian says, “They’re safe. You know what this means.” “More maxmax for us,” I reply. He nods.

Back at the Three Rings, Theandra says, “You’ve been fighting otyughs. That’s foolish.” She insists on splashing me off a bit. I exchange some maxmax for a shot of whiskey. She tells me that some kids came by claiming to be mine and Pavitra’s. It sounds like it was Kester and a couple other of Lamm’s kids. Theandra says they looked scared and feels badly for sending them away. Brian, after some convincing, and I look for them outside and I call his name but we don’t see them.

I walk into my room to see a circle of druids chilled out on the floor. They are not wearing clothes and smoke some flayleaf and play a guitar. Pavitra is in the bed, sitting with a sheet on her. I stagger through and give some maxmax to the druids to their delight and then pass out face first in the bed.

In the blessed, blessed Starday, Field Marshall Cressida Croft has sent a man to bang on my door. “Korvosan Guard! Open up!” I say, “We’re Korvosan Guard. YOU open up.” I go and open the door to see a sneering guardsman. He says we’re to report as soon as possible. That means now. I say that’s impossible since I can’t teleport. I tell him one of us isn’t here. He says well, we need to get there as soon as possible. I go back to bed.

Po wakes up and Rizzo has come to his senses. Po tells him to join him at Three Rings Tavern. Rizzo says he has a lead on finding the Lady in Yellow. He was going to go see Night Ranger at Exemplary Execrables. A friend of his said that during another show, the Deathtrap Dungeon, he could have sworn he’d heard the Lady’s voice.

I wake Pavitra up a bit and tell her about Kester and the other kids coming to visit. She is not particularly coherent and I remind her that partying is indeed awesome but Cayden Cailean reminds us that we need to not lose control, however. She throws up into the chamber pot and I hold her hair back. She agrees we should try to help the kids when she’s thinking a little more clearly. I point out that she is naked. She says that it was really hot the night before so they were all taking their clothes off. Then she passes out again into the bed. I lie down next to her. Whatever the Field Marshall wants can wait, I’m sure.

18th Calistril 1408 (continued, more, etc, whew!, come on already!!!)
This is the longest day ever

Bowie here again. I tell you, sometimes days go by without you noticing and sometimes a day won’t let you escape.

A large, fat priest waddles into the temple of Aroden followed by a very old priest, each in their smallclothes. I guess every faith has their own style. Outside, the smoke has cleared a bit and we see that the Hellknights are surveying the scene and speaking to passersby.

I tell the priests about how these guys were robbing them as I keep a rapier at the living one’s neck. I also tell them how the good druids were the ones who put out the fire. Po searches the dead miscreants. I ask him to hide me a dagger. They have manacles on them too. Brian suggests manacling the living one. Our prisoner says, “I ain’t saying nothing.”

A druid shakes my hand. He says his name is Bungo. He is with Arinoka and Adelaide. They want to get out of there before the Hellknights get there. I agree that is a good plan. He says maybe they could use my help one day. I tell them to look for me at the Three Rings Tavern.

Reginald is the high priest here, the old one. He says thanks, though he is kind of out of it. Brian begs for some healing and he kind of shrugs. I tell him I’m just spitballing here but maybe since they can’t do healing any more since their god is dead, maybe they could have some kind of regular get-togethers for the neighborhood and give some speeches about Aroden and such and then maybe I could step in and do some healing, since I get in trouble when I do it out in the streets. It’s a win-win, it seems but he says maybe we could talk about that another time.

A Hellknight wants to know what is going on. We explain. The priests back us up. The Hellknight is more talkative and seemingly more nervous than they usually are. He must be new. He sends us off downtown.

As we trudge through Old Korvosa, Mod and I seem to notice some psuedodragons watching and flying off annoyed. We head to the Citadel of Volshynyk. We see the Gate Captain. The Captain is annoyed with us and says the healer is busy. He wants a report written up. Brian can tell the Captain is lying about the healer being busy and starts to cry.

We are sent to the Duty Sergeant (“Duty!” snicker) and I give a good account of all the details. I notice he isn’t writing anything down and I praise him for being such a veteran that he can keep it all up there, but if he’s going to write it down later anyway, why not do it while I’m telling him. He gets a little grouchy and refuses to write up our report. I ask if he is grouchy because he has one week left until he retires and he doesn’t need this riot stuff going on and all he wants is to just go live on the boat he’s been saving his whole life for. As he forces us out, I ask him how one becomes in charge of Duty. snicker

Then we’re sent off to Field Marshall Cressida Croft. She seems to have been in battle and is getting healed up by a priest of Abadar. She seems troubled by the facts of the case. After a request and the Field Marshall’s backup, the priest of Abadar heals Brian up after noting the cost in his ledger. I remember a clue, I point out. There was some very expensive gin used to ignite the fire and also get everyone drunk. I offer her a taste of what I’ve got left in my battlemug. She says she can tell the gin is from Absalom… imported. Then I remember the label on the barrels was Absalom Bottom Rocker. She remembers something and looks through some reports and tells us that a ship was robbed recently and those barrels were stolen. She asks about the Cerulean Society and then explains who they are. Ruffians who run protection rackets, though they are semi-legal and pay their vice taxes. Then she says good job and dismisses us. I say “Yes sir!” and snap a salute which gets a small smile.

Pavi thinks we should go check on Leela. I agree. Brian insists on going to the castle. We say we’ll catch them up. We head off and I try to slip a hand around her waist. She steps away but doesn’t seem completely annoyed. Progress!

Mod, Brian, and Po head to the castle. Brian and Mod feel like someone is following or watching them. They can’t spot anyone though. They travel up Field Marshall Avenue and see tons of guards and crowds gathered all around.

They don’t wait for Pavi and me. Guards ask them to state their business. They tell them about the brooch. They are told to give up their weapons. Po tries to hide his bombs but then they notice them and ask for them. They are shown up the stairs.

A beautiful woman in full plate armor greets them at the top of a large winding staircase. She nods curtly and then dismisses the other guards who seem nonplussed at this and hurry down the stairs. I’m Sabina Merrin, the Queen’s bodyguard. Welcome to Castle Korvosa, then. She says, “These heroes are no threat to the Queen,” dismissing the other guards. Brian tries to emulate Sabina as she walks.

She asks how to introduce them. Brian says, “Brian.” Mod says, “Sir Mod.” Brian adds, “Sir to be, Brian.” Po says “Po Gorb of Old Korvosa.” She smiles, saying she is unsure that Mod is a Knight of Korvosa.

They arrive at a large set of double-doors and announces them in a very loud voice. Sitting on the Crimson Throne is the Queen Ileosa in a lush living room. They are asked to approach the Throne.

Brian walks on his knees, daintily with his hands outstretched. Sabina, amused, takes the brooch from him and gives it to the Queen. She says, “This was stolen from me some time ago. I had not expected to see it again. Yet here on my darkest day you come before me with kindness. This is much more than an honorable deed. It is inspiration. It is hope. I love Korvosa as my husband did before me. His death shocked the city as it has me. But I will not see his legacy destroyed or torn apart. All Korvosa stands at the precipice of a disaster at the hand of her citizens. You have already done me a great service. It will be rewarded. Could I ask you to do something more?”

ANYTHING!!” Brian replies, in tears.

The Queen smiles down upon him and says she will call upon him in need. “I must retire to my personal quarters. My grief has drained me. I hope your days of serving the crown are only just beginning.” Sabina has to remind Brian that it is time to leave and he is gently escorted out and asks them to wait. She returns quickly, handing them a small silver chest. “Here is your reward,” she says. “If you wish to serve the crown, the Field Marshall needs assistance.”

Mod says we’ve already done that. Sabina tells them to leave and be heroes and snaps her fingers to bring some guards.

Brian opens the red velvet-lined chest to find twelve gold ingots with the royal seal. Po thinks they are worth 100gp each. The guards take them back out to the courtyard.

Meanwhile, Pavitra and I visit Mrs. Chang, the landlady. She lets us in and offers us some tea. She says she tried to give Leela some fish paste. I offer to take over doing so and see that she won’t hold a spoon herself but she will eat a little bit. She nibbled it off my fingers. Aww! I’m a dad! Pavitra seems anxious to see that the place is secure. I give Mrs. Chang some of the gin. She likes it.

Pavitra gives her a gold piece and she gratefully grasps her hand. As we’re leaving, she asks where Brian is. She asks if he has a second name. She says she doesn’t have any reason really, was just wondering. OK.

We meet up with the others as it is starting to get dark. Brian insists we won’t use the gold for anything, ever. But I say he’s being silly. We’ll use it to heal Leela. Pavitra tries to meditate to calm down. Po and I give Brian a good reason to use the ingots rather than hiding them away: That he can show everyone he buys things from that he has special gold from the Queen.

We head through the streets to get to the Gray Quarter to the temple of Pharasma to pre-pay for Leela’s healing. There is a tense atmosphere in the Gold Market which is mostly empty. There are no guards. I knock on the door of the temple and say, “Who do we see about donating a large sum of money?”

“Oh it’s you. The murderers. The Bishop is away.”

“When will the Bishop be back?” asks Pavitra.

A few days, we are told. I talk out how to divide it up. Pavitra reimburses Po and Mod for their share of the reward. Brian keeps two ingots and the box.

We then head off to Three Rings and are greeted by Theandra. She is quite glad to see that my tab is paid up and she makes us a fine meal after I bless the ale. Pies and sausages and stew.

Sez shows up and hears from Mod about what happened with Lamm. He and Mod get drunk and start rowdily cheering the throwing down of oppressors and calling for toasts. Sez asks to hear about us. He says there are some people that want to get their mates out of prison. Change is afoot. Not everyone that went into Longacre deserve to be in there. There are unjust people locked up there. Sez thinks the monarchy keeps everyone down and keeps shackles on the poor. He wants anarchy. He says there is going to be a riot down at Longacre in the next few days. Sez doesn’t like when I mention we’ve been deputized. He tells Mod not to trust them. Mod says we’re infiltrating. Brian primly is annoyed.

The druids come. Adelaide says she doesn’t eat meat. Theandra prepares some additional food options. Pavitra says she makes awesome green smoothies. She is introduced to Daffy, Adelaide’s dog. Bungo wants to talk to me privately.

“So Bowie, let me ask you do you like animals?” He asks if I’ve been to the Posh and Turtle. He asks if I think Old Tom is happy. I say we should ask him as Bungo is getting fired up. He thinks that is a good idea and I tell him I can think of a way to get them in to talk to Old Tom to ask about it.

Pavitra drunkenly tries to chat up the druids about being a vegetarian and visiting her temple.

A pimply-faced girl comes in and says she’s looking for Po. She twitches and says quietly to him, " Rizzo is in a bad way and needs help. Come quick, come quick!" Po goes to leave. “Party on, Po!” I toast him.

Po tells me he isn’t leaving for fun, but that Rizzo is in a bad way because he gave him some of the bad Shiver from Lamm. I say I’ll come help even though I am really enjoying myself. Leela is going to get healed. Pavitra is getting a little loosened up and I’ve got my arm around her. My tab is paid and I’m sipping ale. Sigh, it’s hard being a hero, Cayden Cailean!

Pavitra wants to stay and talk to the druids who are talking about their favorite bards. I ask Theandra to keep an eye on her.

We head to Eel’s End. It’s in Old Korvosa… a series of ships tied up to one another. The pimply girl says something went wrong when he took the Shiver. She says she got scared and didn’t take any. She says her name is Bella. I tell her that is a pretty name and not to worry. Everything will be ok.

There are a lot of carousers on the ships. We go to the Goldenhawk, gazing up at the other ships: the Twin Tigers, the Dragon’s Breath Corridor, the House of Clouds, and the Eel’s End itself. There is a gnome on the gangplank. He asks our business. Bella says we’ve come for Rizzo and he says with a lisp, “The sthick fellow. Get him out of here.”

I check Rizzo’s forehead and believe he has been poisoned by bad Shiver. But I realize I can’t do anything for him. Po thinks for sure it was the Red Velvet Shiver. He thinks maybe if he took him to his hideout, he could come up with something. I carry Rizzo. “Good riddance. Don’t come back here,” says the gnome.

We go through a derelict building to Po’s secret Vault. He says he likes to be down here because it’s private. “It’s safe. You’ll see,” he says. We go on a winding path through the sewers. “I like to call it an open concept sewer,” says Po. He does some fancy figuring on his door to disable some traps and then he gets an uneasy feeling. He thinks he heard something.

I lower Rizzo safely down the wall and get my weapons out.

Po opens the door to what looks like an old library with a worktable and equipment, glass tubes, and a lab. It is neat and orderly.

“What do you make in this lab?” Mod asks Po. “All kinds of alchemist things,” he replies.

Po takes Rizzo inside. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to do much for him quickly. He notices he has a leaflet crumpled up in his pocket. It has a flyer for a show at Exemplary Execrables calling for adventurers to be fighting monsters and getting whipped.

Meanwhile back at Three Rings, Pavitra invites the druids to come up to “her” room. Theandra interrupts her on the way and asks how many children she has. “Just the one,” Pavitra answers. “Because there are three more looking for you in the kitchen.” “Don’t be silly. Let’s have another round of ale,” she asks and Theandra complies. Pavitra plays music with the druids and strips and dances about, like animals who don’t need clothes. How am I missing this?!

Po begins some tests on the Shiver. Mod stays to watch. Rizzo keeps shrieking and crying out in his fever.

Brian and I begin to head back to the Three Rings Tavern. We think we remember the way back through the sewer. Brian has a better idea of which way to go than I do. As we approach a ladder up we start to hear a splashing behind us and a loud noise and smell a terrible stench. The growling begins to take on some words, “Maxmax! Maxmax!” and something steps out of the shadows. Cayden Cailean, it is really hard being a hero sometimes!

18th Calistril 1408 (continued, more, etc, whew!)
We Don't Need No Water!

Hi there! Deputy Bowie making his official report for the Korvosan Guard. Ha ha ha! Wooo!

Flames leap against the temple door. Mod knows there is a way to to get water up from the sewer nearby but he needs a crank to remove the cover. He leaves to get a crank by the Traveling Man Inn. A suspicious-looking guy tries to push past Po Gorb, yelling, “Stay back!”

I tell Pavi I’m going to get help from the druids and maybe she could pull people out of the fire and I could heal them when I get back. I dash off to the docks. Pavitra tries to get some people to move out of the way but only the fellow who liked my story listens. He calls out, “What do we do now, Captain?” to me.

Brian recalls a song about a city on fire where the people cooperated by passing buckets in a line and he sings it at a very high and strange rate of speed. The cleric of Aroden runs back and forth crying for help.

Po suddenly started feeling an invigoration over him so he begins rummaging quickly through a pile of garbage.

As people try to move from the fire, the imp returns and starts dancing and chittering happily inside the bonfire. A couple of the sketchy people cry out that there are people inside the temple and they are going to help them and everyone else should go get water.

Pavitra moves closer to the fire and throws a shuriken at the imp but it goes into the fire. Brian’s call for help has gotten a handful of people looking for buckets. As he gets excited, a couple of lights appear around him shining on him as he encourages them.

The guy with the trumpet runs away. A drunk lady staggers over to Pavitra and says that her silks are really exotic and Pavitra is really exotic. One of the sketchy guys starts banging on the window of the temple of Aroden with a hammer while the other one encourages him and tells other people to get water.

Po finds a couple of buckets. Another guy by another window to the temple starts trying to smash it with another big hammer. The imp laughs at Pavitra and throws some dung at her. It misses her and hits the old priest in the face.

I reach the big stone bridge. I see that the druids are being hassled by some Hellknights, looking authoritatively at them. I screech to a halt to listen to what is going on as I attempt to enhance my diplomacy with the power of Cayden Cailean. The Hellknights are a different sect than I’m used to seeing, wearing half-plate rather than full. One is telling the druids that they are loitering and they have no real reason for being there.

“Sir,” says Pavitra to one of the window smashers, “What you’re doing seems unwise.” She smacks him one in the gut. Another suspicious guy says, “We’re trying to help!” and attempts but fails to grapple her. Brian calls over impatiently, “This is not the time. We need to put out the fire.” He sees a woman with a bucket and asks her to use it. She agrees, somewhat, and begins to take her apples out one at a time, slowly, so as not to bruise them.

Po asks the priest if anyone else is in the temple. He says yes, there are a couple more priests sleeping. He has some keys. Po asks for them and then runs to the front door through the fire. His hair and clothes catch on fire.

“What you do that for?” coughs the hammer man to Pavi. She asks why he’s trying to burn down the temple. He answers that he’s trying to save people. She asks him to help Po instead and he replies that Po is crazy. The other window is successfully smashed open by the other hammer man.

The imp speaks to Po and says maybe there are more buckets in this junk, referring to the pile in the bonfire that he is sitting in. Po resists its Suggestion spell and tells it in Infernal, “Do you think I’m an idiot?” which quiets the imp.

I say, “Wise druids! Thank you so much for standing by. You were right. There is a massive fire right now. Many people and cats are in danger. Come quickly, please. Your unique abilities are needed by your fellow Korvosans!”

One druid replies to the Hellknights, “Not loitering. We’re needed.” They start past the Hellknights. One Hellknight turns to me and asks, suspiciously, “Citizen, there’s a fire?” I say, “Yes, by the Temple of Aroden. Come and help!”

Pavitra questions the men as to what their plan is to rescue people but they don’t have very good answers. She thinks breaking the windows might actually cause the temple to catch on fire since the door is ironbound and the walls are stone but she can’t get a good read on the men’s intentions.

Brian glares at the woman who is going slowly with the bucket. He says, “If you don’t hurry and give me that bucket, I’m going to throw this cat at you.” The lights around him burn with an intimidating intensity. She says, “Alright, alright,” and empties the bucket swiftly. He casts about for some water.

Po gets the door open and staggers into the temple, still burning. His natural ferocity keeps him conscious. More sketchy guys climb in the window. Mod returns with the crank and begins to open up the sewer.

A sketchy guy runs past Po who asks who he is and to help, but the guy ignores him and goes to some cabinets. Pavitra does a flying kick through the unbroken window.

Brian sees me coming and gets a bit crestfallen at seeing the crusty druids. Po puts himself out by rolling on the ground. Through the smoke, he and Pavitra see the sketchy guys moving into the temple and rifling through things.

Mod struggles to open the sewer. The imp throws poo at Po but it lands on the carpet. “Hey, you’re not saving people!” yells Po, to one of the looters. I get there and ask Brian what’s going on. I see Pavitra through the fire and call out to her. She calls back that she’s trying to help Po.

I run over to the window and a guy with a mattock tells me to leave and blocks me from entering. Pavitra cartwheels over the flaming poo to follow one of the looters, asking where he’s going. One looter whispers to another, “Boss, there are other people here. What do we do?” Po interrupts and they glare at him. Then he sees me and asks for help and comes to the window.

Another looter sneaks past Mod as he struggles to turn the crank, then forces through the grime and the rust and opens the valve and a rank, disgusting odor emanates out. The imp launches itself and flies above Mod to look at the open hole. Mod takes a swing at it and thwacks it with the crank, knocking it off to one side, screeching.

I heal Po and then I climb into the temple window. Pavitra goes down the stairs, shoving ahead of the looter to see where he was going, calling for survivors. Brian arrives and also climbs through the window, increasing his light through the smoke.

Some bucket-haulers head into the sewer to get water. The druids arrive as well. The fire starts to spread into the temple and Po uses what’s left of the poor rug to put it out. One of the druids begins to summon something. Maybe a monkey! Mod begins to fight with the imp.

One of the looters tells the four of us that they’ve got it under control but I can tell that he’s lying. I tell him that he and his friends better get out of here. Leave their sacks or they’ll get beaten up and probably arrested. We’re deputized by the Korvosan Guard. I ask Mod to guard the other window. I draw my rapier and take a sip from my battlemug and look tough.

Pavitra wakes up an old man downstairs and tells him about the fire. Brian walks forward and tries to convince them to leave. Po pulls out his dagger. Looks like it’s a Korvosan standoff.

“Get ’em boys,” cries their leader and then stabs Brian who cries in pain and surprise. Another one takes a swing at Brian and cuts him so that he is staggered and barely conscious. Mod leaps in through the door. The imp flies off.

I step forward to defend Brian and heal him a little bit. Downstairs, Pavitra hears from the old priest that a “Reginald” must be found. She shakes a very large fat man to try to wake him. The one druid had summoned a water elemental which begins to quench the fire while the druids create gouts of water.

A guy with a heavy mattock swats Brian and knocks him unconscious. Before he falls a menacing voice says, “He’s not dying just yet!” from Brian. Po steps up with his dagger against a foe and gets stabbed himself. A mattock misses me and so does a dagger.

Mod slashes the leader badly who slashes at Mod in turn. I then run him through with my rapier killing him but miss his friend with my battlemug. Pavitra continues to try to wake up the fat, snoring, drunk cleric. Then she goes and catches the older priest and tells him not to leave but to wake up the fat one.

Po throws a bomb and burns a guy up and also badly damages another one, who tries to escape but Mod cuts him down. The druids continue to put out the flames outside.

“Don’t stand over my mate like that,” cries Mod and steps up to strike a guy standing over Brian’s unconscious form but misses. I miss him twice as well.

Pavitra and the other priest try to hustle the fat one up the stairs. Then she climbs up and sees the battle. The druids finish up the fire. Po continues to battle with the mattock-wielder. The other last standing one tries to escape but Po and I slash him down as he runs between us.

A druid wanders in and frowns at the carnage. I say, “You guys are awesome!” Then I explain that these guys started the fire and are looting the temple. He points out that there’s one left and notes that we’re seemingly handling it. Mod cuts him down.

I use the last of my channeling to heal Brian and one of the looters back to consciousness. No luck for the rest of them. Well, they had a chance to do the right thing.

18th Calistril 1408 (continued, more, etc)
Why does a Queen need a brooch? For subjects!

Hi everyone! It’s Bowie here. Do you get the joke I made in the title? I think it’s a pretty good one. Please read on to hear some more jokes and other things.

Fireday, midday in Gold Market. Some people begrudgingly take their flour and we decide that we can go to Citadel Volshenyek. The mood is one of unease. Pavitra, Mod, and I decide to take the cart of flour to the Citadel while Po and Brian try to sell some of our gear.

Some of the stalls have closed off but there are some permanent stores. They go to one of them, Gemshare Jewelers, run by a couple of brothers. Brian offers to do the talking. “I’m Jeffrey,” says the shopkeep. They compliment one another. Po interrupts and says, “We have stuff to sell.” They go to a backroom lit by a lantern. Po appraises the value of a fist-sized scrimshaw carving of a kraken with garnets for eyes.

“I think this would make a nice paperweight for someone with a lot of paper,” says Brian.

“Or someone nautical,” says Jeffrey. They compliment each other again and Brian gives his address. They decide to look at them all and work out a price as a “job lot.”

Po then evaluates a silver ring with the inscription, “For Emmah, the light of my nights,” a miniature gold crown, a two-pound gold ingot with the Cheliax coat of arms, a narrow teak cigar case inlaid with jade, and a bejeweled brooch with a broken clasp, which seems obviously the most valuable piece. The circular gold brooch depicts a pseudodragon and an imp coiled around each other in an almost yin-yang pattern. The pseudodragon’s eye is an amethyst, while the imp’s eye is an emerald.

Jeffrey gasps and claims that it belongs to the Queen and she has a reward for it. Jeffrey claims the rest of it is worth about 400gp and he is willing to offer 300gp for it. He asks Brian if he has ever considered being a hand model. “Funny you should bring that up,” answers Brian who adds that his left ear is especially well-regarded. They eventually settle on 550gp and close the deal.

Jeffrey tells them that the reward is for 1000gp and has been up for at least a month.

Meanwhile, I talk to Pavitra about the history of the Citadel and its namesake who was a spooooky guy. As we make the turn to the Citadel, we see there are hardly any soldiers there. There are a couple of nervous-looking guards there. They say, “Halt!” I say, “I’ll try.”

They mention that a cart was mentioned to be stolen. We say it isn’t stolen, that we’re bringing it there for Sgt. Hamwhistle. We are left there in the courtyard. They won’t talk to us and I can tell they don’t like adventurers. Then they say we will go meet the Field Marshall Cressida Croft.

Her office is very bare. There is a priest of Abadar leaving the room. Field Marshall Croft is in red armor, with dark hair and late thirties. She introduces herself and asks us to sit down. She says she has us to thank for the Gold Market. She seems tired. We explained what happened, giving some varied explanations. She gives us a reward of 10gp. Wait until Po and Brian hear!

A Korvosan guard comes in and gives us a dirty look and then whispers in the Field Marshall’s ear. I ask if we should leave. I hear something about a fire and Hell Knights as they whisper. They ask if anyone died. I say no definitely not. Pavitra said we tried to prevent riots. Mod says we stopped people from hurting one another.

Croft asks if we know Theandra Darklight. I say I live at the Three Rings Tavern! Croft says they are stretched thin and can sometimes use help. She says sometimes they do that if people are the right kind of people. I say we’re all in this together and she agrees. Lubbens, the guard, angrily clears his throat and Croft dismisses him. She offers us as a reward a line of credit at Three Rings Tavern for room and board and also reimburse her for the cure light wounds. Mod says he wants a different reward but he will think about it. She says there is trouble… a fire at the Temple of Aroden, an ancient temple. Aroden is an older, dead god. About 100 years ago, he died. His temple here in Old Korvosa is crumbling down but there are a couple clerics there still. I’ve heard a rumor that maybe they are shamming it a little bit.

She tries to send us out but Mod says he has thought of a reward he wants, a donation to the temple of Milani and then changes his mind, realizing there is no temple, and says to donate to an orphanage instead. Lubbens comes to show us out. I tell him we should have a drink since we’ll be working together. He refuses, tightening the strap on his helmet and he mentions that Old Korvosa is just a bunch of empties (poor people) and dancers (thieves). I tell him that’s offensive and he glares at us as we leave.

Brian tells us that we have the Queen’s brooch and there is a reward for it. I tell them I think it is more important to go put out the fire. Brian asks us to vote. No one wants to go to the castle first other than him.

As we cross the Narrows, Mod hears some crusty druids with rough-looking dogs arguing with fishermen down by the water. He sees Sez down there and Mod greets him and hugs him. He asks Mod to go have some drinks after he hears about Gaedren Lamm. Sez says he’s so proud of Mod. “Good on you, mate!”

We move on to the old Temple and have to go through a couple alleyways. We hear the sounds of a party up there, not a riot. We smell smoke but hear people talking and laughing and halfhearted trumpet tooting. People are passing out drinks from a large keg. “What should I play?” says the trumpet player. “Smoke on the water!” is the reply and he continues with it for the rest of my memory.

Po recognizes his friend Rizzo, smoking and drinking near the ale barrel. An imp and pseudodrgon chase one another. Some girls call to Brian to join them. There is a cleric who is remonstrating with the people saying “It’s not safe! You have to stop!” There are lots of sailors and smith’s apprentices playing a game where they spin a blindfolded one who staggers around with a broken masthead of a mermaid and people bet if he will burn himself or place the item on the pile. People look down from the roofs, too.

Pavi asks a woman what they are doing. She sighs and says, “They’re having another party. They live here.” A guy offers her a mug of drink. “Go on!” She suggests he give it to me. I’ll say I’ll have some sure and he pours it in my battlemug. It smells very strong but I’m not sure I recognize it.

Po walks over to Rizzo who is startled. Po shows him the red velvet Shiver. He says he thinks he has a lead on Po’s “lady friend” but he owes a guy. Rizzo says he needs 100 sails but Po offers him the Shiver instead for the info. Rizzo says maybe 50 gold could take care of it. Po tries to talk him down and they agree for 30. Po tries to ask about “A” but gets nowhere.

Brian finds himself annoyed with the trumpet player. Brian just looks unimpressed with the proffered hat. The cleric yells for them to stop the game that it is dangerous but they taunt him by saying that all clerics can bring water out of their asses. I know I could but I didn’t ask Cayden Cailean for that spell today.

I drink some of this beverage which is a strong gin that is actually quite pleasant. The guy who’s given it to me says he expects a Golden Age and he loves the Queen. Others boo him. I wave and dance and make my way over to the cleric. He is quite worried about the fire being close to the temple. Mod notices that the barrels are labeled Absalom Bottom Rocker and there is a guy doling it out who is looking appraisingly around and isn’t drinking himself. Mod notices that he is making eye contact with a fellow across the other side of the fire, which is getting quite big. He offers Mod a chance to buy into the game, which is trying to make the pile as high as the arch near the temple.

We talk about what to do and Brian and I decide to try to convince people to put some of the fire out but he is more concerned with stopping the trumpet player. Pavitra talks to some old people and convinces them to leave, building on their disapproval. Mod says to the guy giving out drinks, “Since you’re not drinking, why don’t you beat it.”

“I don’t think I will, friend,” he answers. “Have a drink. Haven’t you ever been to a party before?”

I say, “Good people of Old Korvosa. (laughs) You’re the ones who haven’t been given anything in your life. (Except gin!) The Guard doesn’t care about you. (Nope!) The King doesn’t care about you. (King’s dead, hooray!) You’ve stood by your neighbors, folks above you and below you. (silence) Including the temple here. Your only temple is in danger from this fire. Let’s try to clear it away from the danger.” One guy seemed into it.

As I speak, the guy who was watching the one pouring drinks nods to the trumpet player and then my friends all seem to become mesmerized. I don’t notice anything strange really, though, other than that people just seem to quiet down and listen to the music. Someone then throws a barrel into the fire and there is an explosion. It burns some people badly and the fire moves closer to the temple.

18th Calistril 1408 (continued, more)
Where Have All the Flours Gone?

It’s Bowie with another tale of excitement. Today’s episode is about shopping and angry people and learning all about supply and demand. Apparently, De Man wants all the Supplies. Boom! I’ll be here all week. Well, I hope so. Will I? Probably!

I walk up to some beggars, approaching, and try to call out to people saying, “Please, let’s all calm down!” Some near me say, “Fair enough.” Pavitra joins me. Mod runs over and leaps a table of knives to get right near the horses.

Sergeant Hamwhistle draws his sword and “asks” people to get out of the way. Some louts start making a mess of a pile of rugs. Rug louts! A merchant tries to pack up his knives. The instigators blame the Guard for closing the bridge, keeping them from getting food. A lout who has heard the wisdom from ale comes and tries to join me in calming the crowd.

One guy tries to take a sack. Sergeant Hamwhistle angrily sees me (I haven’t even done anything, Sergeant!) and then whips the horses into rearing. The horses become panicked and knock back an instigator who had tried to frighten them with a burning torch. Po and Brian keep their distance.

A guard tries to grab the reins of the horses. Another lout tries to panic the horses more. I call upon Cayden Cailean for speed and then I go rushing over to pull the rugs out of the way of the horses. Pavitra tries to help pack up the knives and the guy sticks one at her and says, “Hands off please, madam.”

Mod tries to calm the man waving fire at the horses. “There now, fellow. There now,” and tries to grab at him.

Another guy tries to cut the horse’s reins. Brian comes by and gives the dagger merchant a stern look and then begins waving his crossbow around.

“They closed the bridges and they’re not going to open them again. This is your last chance!” yells an agitator.

Another drunk joins the angry mob as an older man tries to slip away. The injured young man cuts at the horse who screams. Sergeant Hamwhistle yells at me to get away from the carpets. He climbs down and says, “Make way for the City Watch. Get away from those horses!” His portly appearance does him no favors.

Po changes his appearance to look like Gaedran Lamm. He comes walking around the tent. A guard says, “We have to go!”

The butcher of horses tries to escape Mod but cannot. I draw my battlemug and go running to attack Lamm. How is he still alive?! As I approach, he says, “I’m Po!” and I see that indeed there is a glamour about him. I lose my temper a bit and say, “What in Cayden Cailean’s name are you doing? There are people who might get hurt here!” Sorry, Po. It was the heat of the moment.

Po says, “Just tell them to leave and leave the food.” Another lout tries to help Mod restrain the butcher guy. Pavitra rushes over toward the cart. Mod pins the fellow he is grappling.

The man cutting the reins finishes and cuts the horse loose and it goes running off. Then Brian says, “Now stop it!” and fires his crossbow, wildly at the one who freed the horse. A man says, “Watch it. You almost hit him!”

“What we got here is failure to communicate!” yells Sergeant Hamwhistle, using the flat of his sword on the one who cut the traces. “It’s on, boys! It’s on!” yells his mate who stabs at the Sergeant Uh oh.

“Sergeant. Leave the flour. It’s not worth your life,” says Po/Lamm. The Sergeant listens to him and tells his men to run away back to the Citadel.

I go running over to try to grab the horse and calm it down but fail terribly. I don’t really ride. Pavitra tries to snatch a guy’s spear as he tries to corner the fleeing guard. Pavitra then intimidates the guy.

“You guys take over,” says Mod to the drunks assisting him, letting the butcher go, and, thankfully, realizes that Po is Lamm before he rips him in half. Then he walks over and tries to scare off the ones attacking Hamwhistle. “Back off, fellas! We don’t want any bloodshed.”

“We don’t want no trouble, brother,” says one of them.

The horse tries to run away but I grab at his reins as it pulls me with it. Brian reloads his crossbow and then he shoots one of the men running away. He’s very proud of himself.

The drunks hold onto the guy with the cleaver and beat him up a little. The escaping guard gets hurt by a mob guy. Hamwhistle begins to run away too.

“Rabble! Let them go!” yells Po/Lamm to the rioters attacking the guard. “Let the Pignipple go!” Heheh, good one, Po.

I call upon Cayden Cailean to heal the horse and I try to calm it down as it hauls at the rein.

Pavitra tries to stop people from robbing the cart. I ask Mod to help me with the horse. Brian asks Mod to go get his crossbow bolt from out of the guy. Maybe it was his lucky one. Mod is undecided how to act.

The horse rears and pulls but I hold on. Brian yells at the men beating up the butcher who ignored Mod, “Look. I’ve just shot somebody. Now go and find my bolts.”

I can calm the horse down and lead it back over to the cart. I ask Mod to get the people to stop robbing the cart. Mod says, “They need to eat.”

Pavitra slashes a bag of flour and says, “Stop messing with the food! Go home!” The two looters run off and the butcher retreats. People start to come and take more food.

The flour merchant explains that Cressida Croft, captain of the city watch, wrote a requisition for the flour. I suggest that the people who had bought flour, should get flour, and the rest needs to go to the Citadel. The people seem ok with this and those that had bought some claim it and scoot off. We plan to then take the wagon with the remaining food to the Citadel.

18th Calistril 1408 (continued)
A New Dawn

Whew! What a day. Some good things happened and some bad things happened. My name’s Bowie, by the way, and if every day turns out to be this exciting, I’m going to be a happy cleric.

We split up some items we found and decide what to do. I say that I’d like to take Leela to the temple of the goddess Pharasma in the Gray District rather than the Bank of Abadar, because those guys are pretty much tools. But those are the only clerics powerful enough, probably. I should study more. Then I might know. Someday maybe I can do it! Maybe tomorrow. Things are happening so fast.

Mod, Po, and Brian go sleep in the common room. Brian is not able to haggle the price down. Pavitra, Leela, and I go up to my room. Pavitra wants me to sleep on the floor. I do, but I put my hand up to be next to Leela so she won’t get scared if she happens to wake up.

Faraday morning. Zelara appears as we sit and eat breakfast. We thought she would go on to her afterlife now that Lamm is dead. She does not know why she is still here. She is tied to the cards, she thinks. Brian offers to do a reading for her. He suggests bringing her to the Gray District. She thinks that may help. Mod asks her who “A” is.

Zelara feels a disturbance in the city and feels a connection to us. She says we could touch the deck of cards. With a fresh set of spells from Cayden Cailean, I heal Pavitra all better.

The streets are a mess but people are sticking together. I ask if anyone needs help. Osore the beggar accosts me. I give him a gold. It’s half of all I have. As we’re about to turn off Lancet street we hear Kester. He is calling “Chimney Sweeps!” He and some other kids are calling a cart.

Pavitra and I argue about whether to let Leela walk herself or we should carry her. Kester tells the others that he also runs a “disposal service” and wants a gold piece.

I ask him if he recognizes the smell of the letter, the one from “A” about buying Leela. He says it smells like someone he remembers who came to visit. He saw a cloak and long hair. He feels really puzzled by this. He thinks it was a man, a creep. Lots of hair.

Kester says that there’s problems all over the place and he heard Black Jack was out and about. Wow! I thought Black Jack was only a legend.

The Gold Market is pretty packed with people fighting for food and arguing. There are stalls and shops in Eodred’s walk.

Then we head over to my family’s house. Mom says they are all all right. Fuschia was upset at me for not being there. I explain that I couldn’t do it. They are really happy to meet Leela and upset when they hear about how she was treated. Mom tells Mod to look out for me and keep me out of trouble. My dad offers everything he’s saved up — 35gp, to help Leela. Aw, dad!

We get to the Temple of Pharasma which overlooks the Gray District with the cemetery. There are guards there so we have to explain why we’re there. They say they are looking for grave robbers.

The main temple is like a fortress. The priestess who answers the door ushers us in when we ask for help for Leela. She says she does not recognize the poison. She says the healing is beyond her and we need 1000gp and Bishop Debair is away right now. She says Leela’s wisdom and intelligence are severely depleted and the Bishop will need to cast the healing spell twice. A thousand gold pieces! Where will we ever get that kind of money?

Pavitra says she has a lot of money hidden away and she can cover the cost. Oh, that’s easy. We make an appointment and they take our contact information down for now so the Bishop can contact us.

Pavitra takes us to her flat. She takes Leela up to her room and we meet Esther Chang, her landlady, who is very interested in Brian. Esther makes us some tea.

Pavitra thinks she’ll leave Leela with Esther. I think we should leave her with my parents. But she wins and we leave her there.

We go back to temple to ask about Zelara. I ask if the guards need help with tomb robbers. He says we should speak with Captain Croft in the citadel.

There are a lot of people in need here. I offer to help and get permission from the priestess of Pharasma to help them. I don’t charge them anything for my healing. The priestess says she won’t tell.

We tell the priestess the story about everything we saw last night. The priestess is very upset when she hears that Gaedren Lamm was killed by Mod. She says that is murder. Mod argues with her. I get a little worried he will jeopardize our chance at healing Leela.

Brian begins to have strange reactions as he tries to call forth Zelara and the priestess rushes us out. Guys!

We head to the Gold Market and it is still really crowded around the food stalls. There are places called Gemshare Jewelers, Hedge Wizardry, Pinking Shears, Slicing Dicers, and Trapper’s Hole. Then we hear a commotion nearby. There is a wagon trying to get through. Sergeant Hamwhistle is trying to commandeer food for the citadel. A mob is not letting him through.

“Seems like the army gets to eat but we Korvosans don’t get to eat,” goes the muttering.

I plan to run up and try to calm people down. Does it work? Come back for the next chapter!

18th Calistril 1408
When All Hell Breaks Loose

Your old pal Bowie here. I’m not as chipper as usual because my daughter who I never even met and my daughter’s mom who I don’t really know that well are both in serious states of unhealth. Let’s find out what happens next! OK, I guess I’m a little bit chipper because I know Cayden Cailean will see us through this and we’ll all be fine.

Pavitra wakes up with my assistance but she is in bad shape. We discuss what to do with Lamm. He overhears us. He threatens Kester and tells him to go get help. Kester seemed intimidated and might possibly obey his former cruel master but Brian and I calm him down.

I ask Lamm why we should let him go. He says that it would be a shame for Leela to be like this forever and he can take us to an antidote and then let him go, no harm done? Mod and Kester say not to trust him, but I want to make sure Leela is all right, no matter the cost.

Pavitra starts to smell a faint whiff of smoke and Brian can hear a bell ringing. Pavitra asks Kester if he knows anything about Leela. Kester said he went down the rope with her but kids don’t come back from going down the rope.

Kester points to a faint glow to the Highbridge area. A fire! I get very anxious about my family because they live there. We argue about what to do. I try to convince Pavitra to go to the Temple of Abadar so she can be healed and we can leave Leela there. Kester says he will go investigate the fire. The others will take Gaedren Lamm in a skiff to avoid guards and try to get to Zelara’s house.

Pavitra suggests that Kester go check out the fire and then report back. Then I climb up the rope and put Leela somewhere safe. I go back down and Pavitra ties herself to me and I climb up with her. “This is nice,” I suggest to her.

The others get in a boat and hear the bells getting louder and a deep detonation coming from up the hill towards the Academy. We see Hookshanks is gone. Outside we hear the loud explosions.

I suggest leaving Leela somewhere and Pavitra says “No! We lost her once. We aren’t going to leave her somewhere else.” I guess she’s right.

A fat fellow comes running up carrying sacks and a small chest. He tries to hide them. I don’t recognize him. He says he’ll pay us 20gp to take him to East Shore. I tell him we can’t right now as Pavitra is hurt. Then he runs past us, south.

Things get very quiet. We hear smashing and see smoke and screaming coming from the North. A wing of griffin riders goes flying over towards the castle. One of them crashes to the ground. I decide we’re going to the Three Rings Tavern. It’s too crazy out here. What is going on? We see looters and thugs wrecking a shop.

We hear a herald yelling “The King is dead! Long live the Queen!” Oh. That’s what’s going on. We go to a side door of the Three Rings Tavern. I ask Tauk Par to let us in.

There is hardly anyone in there. There are riots going on, they say. I convince Theandra to get some healing for Pavitra (I’ll pay her back!) who keeps asking for green juice.

The others get threatened by a bunch of imps. Mod frightens them away. They get to the house and find it long deserted. Then they feel a faint presence from the deck of Harrow cards. Then Zelara appears in her home as they take the cards out.

“You have him! You have him! You must kill him! Bring him to justice!” says Zelara.

“Ok.” says Mod. “Wait!” says Po.

“I am sorry to deceive you,” answers Zelara to Brian who wondered how she is there.

Mod asks Zelara if she can tell us where the antidote is. Zelara says to touch the poison to the cards. “I am sensing it is a terrible poison. It will steal your voice. It will steal your wits. There is no antidote to this poison. He lies. You must seek divine help.”

Lamm spits at the image and she disappears. “You lying bastard!” yells Mod while Po says “Where is my mistress, the ”/characters/the-lady-in-yellow" class=“wiki-content-link”>Lady in Yellow?" Mod punches Lamm and he is knocked out cold before he can answer.

They think about going to find us. “Are we going to finish him off?” asks Brian. Mod and Po decide to kill Lamm. Mod drags Lamm to a trash heap. There are a pair of Hellknights chasing a small crowd.

“In the name of Milani we strike down all slavers!” yells Mod and splits Lamm’s skull open. Mod then feels deflated and stares into the distance.

They decide they won’t wait there for us or for Kester.

Theandra gives Pavitra a potion. It isn’t enough. I heal her and another hurt guy who is in the Tavern but it still isn’t enough and I’m out of healing power until I rest. It seems like a bad idea for her to go back out there. So, Pavi says she will stay here with Leela and maybe clean my room and meditate. I suddenly realize why I haven’t been able to think straight and order three ales after blessing the cask to bring the healing power of alcohol to Korvosa.

I dash out and run over to where the griffin crashed. There is a guy there tugging at the boots of the dead rider. “Hey!” I call. “Get lost, this is mine.” “OK, I just need a potion. My friend is hurt!” “You’re going to be hurt!” “No… I mean she’s really hurt, can I just see if that griffin rider has a potion?” He throws me one and I rush it back. It heals Pavitra! Cayden Cailean be praised!

Then we argue about if it is safe to take Leela out in the street. She does not want to let her out of her sight. I understand and go running looking for the others. Luckily, we cross paths. They tell me what has happened and I tell them what has happened.

Some Hellknights come by and one tells us to return to our homes. I say, “Yes we can, sir.. or ma’am.”

We talk about the Queen a little bit and decide maybe we should all go to the Three Rings Tavern.

We hear rumors from the townsfolk that the seneschal poisoned the king and has disappeared. Others argue that the Queen had more to gain. I ask Pavitra to join us downstairs.

We hear that the riot began at the castle and it involved the Guard. We talk about how to help Leela. Po thinks that some restoration spells might save her.

17th Calistril 1408 (continued again)
My Unconscious Little Family

It’s your old pal Bowie again, with a stirring continuation of our grand adventures.

I tell Po I think Leela has been drugged. He comes over to check on her. I tell Pavitra we need to unchain Leela and that Lamm probably has a key. I ask Mod if he can find a key on Lamm. He punches his unconscious form saying, “Not fair after all this time to die so easily.”

Mod notices a jade statue in addition to the ring of keys.

We see Brian’s ears turn pointy and he grows slight fangs. He yells “Die Die Die” and swings at Gobbleguts the alligator or crocodile with a mace. It snaps back at him but misses.

Po mixes up a cocktail, I think. Maybe not. Pavitra tries to run to get the keys and is bitten badly by Gobbleguts. He pulls her down into the water. Oh no! Then Mod throws me the keys and jumps down after Gobbleguts.

Brian, a bit traumatized, comes out of his trance and an invisible hand assists trying to pull Pavitra up. I call to her to go limp and leave the key safely by Leela and drop into the water to help her mom, failing to reach Gobbleguts with Cayden Cailean’s Touch of Chaos. Gobbleguts bites her again and she falls unconscious, bleeding out.

Po tries to free Leela. Brian dashes over to Lamm, distracting Gobbleguts. I manage to pull Pavitra free and take her to the beach, noticing that she is going to bleed out soon.

Po drops a bomb on Gobbleguts. Brian looks at a jade statue of a half-dressed young woman in a clam shell. I call upon Cayden Cailean to do some healing to stabilize Pavitra. Seeing that she is safe, I dash along the beach and leap up to the railing and get back over to Leela.

Gobbleguts strains to bite at Mod. Po throws another bomb. Gobbleguts sinks into the water a bit. Then Mod stabs Gobbleguts in the head and blood pools around. Brian runs out of the room and throws the jade statue out into the shark water. Then he starts yelling, “What? No! No! No!” He’s very interesting! I free Leela.

Brian says, “I’m never going to stop being like this! It will never end!”

I point out that Lamm is still alive. I suggest tying him up or manacling him. Po thinks he might know how to help Leela. Mod lifts Pavitra out and goes to cut open Gobbleguts.

Po searches in some worthless junk and finds… worthless junk.

In Lamm’s gross bug-filled bedroom there are a lot of cockroaches. There is also a scary looking hat box. I ask Po to let me go in first, worried that it contains the head of his friend, due to the cloud of flies. But instead it is the head of Zelara!!! The woman who gave our fortunes must have been a scary ghost. It’s sad but it’s also pretty cool.

Po opens the foot locker and finds a lot of objects wrapped up.

Brian asks to claim the Harrow deck and I think he isn’t being shady or will throw them in the water. We read a sketchy note that Leela was going to be given to someone named “A” to abuse.

I am not very focused on the rest of the treasure as I’m worried about Leela and Pavi. Kester climbs down and says Hookshanks left. He’s interested in the treasure too. I think I might use Kester to help me interrogate Lamm to find out who “A” in the letter about Leela is and how to help her.


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