Session 70

L2: The Assassin’s Knot

Chris (Tiberium), Jeff (Amathar), Matt (Barron), Mariel (Leah) and Dean (Thic Duc) are returning cast members.

We left the party dealing with a paralyzed half-orc and his hammer. With the help of the local guard, they carted him to the church and inquired about possible remedies for the (presumed) cursed weapon he carried. Unfortunately, the item was quite powerful, and it would take time for the clerics there to pray for the spells they would need. Before the prayers were finished, Krak recovered from his paralysis and left – with his hammer – to look for the paladin in the nearest tavern. Tiberium, overhearing the search from a nearby enclosed chamber, felt that discretion was the better part of valor. Krak left with the newly arrived Barron and Leah in tow. The trio seemed to get along just fine.

The distraction allowed Thic Duc to examine the inn’s guest book, obtaining a list of names of the employees and guests (including the party) along with charges for food and drink. (See Amathar’s notes for details)

Back at the church, Warin and Harmin finished memorizing spells and went to the tavern to try to separate Krak from his hammer. Krak had been reasonably jovial with Barron, Leah, and Thic Duc, even teaching them drinking songs in Orcish (“99 dirty green elves on the wall, 99 dirty green elves… take one down and spill the guts on the ground, 98 dirty green elves on the wall…”). Krak also shared his sad tale of watching his parents and tribe get slaughtered by paladins as a child, who spared him only because of his half-human ancestry (“The stinking hypocritical racists!”). It was during the slaughter that he claimed the shaman’s hammer and swore vengeance against all paladins. Despite that, he seemed jovial enough, if a bit rough on the tables… but when Tiberium and Warin deliberately called attention to themselves, Krak got up immediately to attack them. Harmin and his aide tried Hold Person and Remove Curse, but the latter failed when Krak dodged out of the way. Fortunately the Hold Person took effect, and Warin’s Remove Curse separated the half-orc from his hammer.

Amathar examined the hammer, noting an inscription in Orcish: “Whomsoever bears this hammer, and is worthy, shall wield the power of Gruumesh.” The priests added that the hammer definitely radiated both strong evil and chaos. Destroying the hammer would take some effort, but at least the half-orc Krak was free of its influence. Amathar wrapped the hammer in blessed cloth and using Bigby’s Dextrous Digits to place it on the roof of the church.

When the second hold person wore off, with Tiberium and Warin out of sight, Krak wandered off in search of his hammer. He seemed calmer, without it and without a paladin in sight, but whether he would stay that way remains to be seen.

Speaking of Tiberium and Warin, they had followed an acolyte of Osphrem back to the temple, where Harper had ordered an octopus for his lunch. Tiberium gently interrogated the old man, learning that he didn’t travel much, was capable of powerful spells, claimed no grudge against the duke, and appeared to be going mildly senile. Also, when his octopus arrived cold, he had it placed on a birdbath visible from his window, and called down a Flame Strike to warm it. Harper offered to memorize a spell that might help with the hammer, and set the price by spinning four wheels of chance set into the walls of his quarters. Tiberium promised to come back later if they needed a spell.

Amathar is maintaining a list of clues. Tiberium’s Journal Of the Second Waterday of Patchwall

Garrotten is a strange, confusing town. 1/10, do not recommend. I’ve discussed our situations with the High Priest, Harper, to surprising stagnation. I’m beginning to think the man, while clearly favored by Osprem, may have lost his mind. Having secured the accursed hammer from the deceived half-orc (poor man believes paladins would slaughter his people, merely on account of being orcs and half-orcs, including women and children. A sad tale, but clearly invented by some evil power.), we’re seeking to have it destroyed (or safely contained). Harper, or his man Harmin, may have the power to destroy the thing, but have shown curious reluctance to act. A powerful destructive artefact sits in their hands, but they’ve no urgency to rid their community of it’s evil. I’m truly taken aback. Warrin and I may have to take this into our own hands, and find an acceptable path forward.

To more merry tidings, today we celebrate the Feast of Balmore! Warrin doesn’t seem familiar, but I’m glad to help spread the celebration! The Church of Pelor recognizes the Feast of Balmore, signifying the turning to good of Balmore, a mage of great power and greater evil. The man had been without regard for his fellow life, rarely leaving his lair. In events long lost to history, however, he saw the futility of living for self, and gave his life to rescue dozens of nearby townsfolks from a forgotten catastrophe. As he passed, the sun of Pelor shone brightly upon his dying breath, and he sang a final hymm. Pelor welcomed him in his arms, and sits with Balmore still. Now, on the 12th of Patchwall (today), we celebrate by offering small gifts to those to whom we’re closest. As such, I’ve given each of my companions a token:

To Warrin, the Holy Canon of Pelor. A prize among priests, may he consult in times of need, and to help those seeking Pelor’s warmth.
To Barron, a necklace of only a band of silk string piercing a single Pseudo-dragon scale. In remembrance of Alfonso, may he rest.
To Pryzival, though he has not yet been given, a set of invisible ink and a quil, the wording of which can only be revealed by a secret known to he and I.
To Leah, a simple leather belt, with a buckle resembling her beloved wardog, Pyro. May he rest with Pelor!
To Ahera, a fine leather strap, to secure her war hammer. May she long wield it!
To Thic Ducc, a curious thing I found with a rare book dealer. An old Canon of Pholtus, which dates to some of the earliest Pholtus worship. Stunningly, it corroborates his strange heretical view of Pholtus, and the other gods. In modern times, the book is unjustly banned, a wrong he and I will correct when we return to Highport.
Finally, to Amathar, a history of my own faith, telling of the Plarsan heresy. Plarsan was a priest from several hundreds of years past. He believed that like the light from our sun, the light of Pelor cannot, and must not, reach all places. As such, he believed his sect must create these ‘caverns’ into which even Pelor’s light cannot reach. A chilling thought, but an important tale to be remembered.

To be continued…

Treasure

For reference: 200 cp = 20 sp = 2 ep = 1 gp = 1/5 pp Barron: -212gp (2 healing potions and various minor expenses) Treasure: 0gp (gp each)

Experience

Base xp for showing up: 100xp each
Journal entries, sketches, or baked goods (Tiberium): 500xp (individually)
Freed Krak from the curse(?) of his hammer (1000xp)
Clue: Obtained list of guests at the inn, along with some additional notes (500xp)
Clue: Abraham the innkeep has written notes of taking a herbal remedy the day of the murder, explaining his lack of public visibility (500xp)
Clue: Harper, the high priest of Osphrem, does not appear to have all his marbles in a known location (500xp)
Group Total: 3000xp (600xp each)

Clues

A ruby was found under the body of the Duke
A red leather button was found clutched in the Duke's grasp
A golden lute string was found near the entrance to a secret passage leading to the Princess Bride's rooms
The Princess claimed she saw a figure fading into blue mist
The Princess's wedding dress was torn

Roleplaying moments and quotables

Dangling Threads of Fate

The Duke of Highport is dead, killed on his wedding night, in a locked room alone with the Princess
Purity (Tiberium's sword) has mentioned some sort of centuries-old prophecy
The Princess seems to want more adventure, and told Barron a few things that might be important...
Pyro has fallen in battle...
How to invest your ill-gotten gains...