1 Gozran, 4617
It was a typical day carousing and seeking pleasure. When I discovered a mysterious 'note' within my coin purse, it was most fortunate that nothing was missing only added. This note happened to be a card from a Harrow Deck, the Foreign Merchant to be precise, with an address inviting me to discuss our mutual problem, Gaedren Lamm.
I must admit, it did pique my interest, and since I'd already had some fun for the evening, I decided to venture forth and see what this mysterious person had. Imagine my surprise when at the allotted hour I discovered not just myself to have received an invitation, but alsy my sister and brother. While I knew Clint's issue with the scum Lamm, I had no clue my dear sister, Novinia, had any such issue.
In any event, after some pleasantries, we entered the house in question to discover the decor of an obvious Moth, or at least one who wished to pretend to be. Our host unfortunately was not present, I dislike a bit of a circle jerk, but alas, they did seem to leave a bit of a meal for us, not much, but the bread and wine was at least a nice gesture.
After a short amount of time our hose, a Moth named Zellora, introduced herself and her issue with scum Lamm, as well as giving us information as to his current whereabouts. After some time with a Harrow reading we decided to scout out the location.
My siblings appear to wish to be the death of me, or themselves that is… they wished to just 'wing it' instead of coming up with any form of a plan. At the last we decided to knock on the front door and inquire as to certain purchases. We were asked if we were guards, at which point my brother said he wasn't anymore, and the door was promptly slammed in our faces telling us to return tomorrow.
While those two babbled on incesently about something or another I decided to find a perch and watch, which is quite fortunate as I saw two thugs starting to approach my siblings after some time. Which is fortunate as they had no clue due to watching a couple of little kids who had started fighting, apparently a couple of Lamm's Lambs. At this point when the thugs were getting a little too close for comfort, I shot one of the.
Needless to say, a brief scuffle inseud, the original doorman coming out with a wand and sicking some vicious mutt upon my siblings, Clint ruthlessly slaughtered the thing as it approached. And then commenced killing the thugs while I disarmed the doorman of his wand. During this time, my sister spent some time communing with the spirits of the dead after having received a solid hit from one of the, soon to be, dead thugs.
Well, the doorman quickly retreated into the door and locked it…. which lasted but a matter of moments before my brother kicked it in. Within we found several rooms with little within, and then we found the room we sought. The Doorman, Yargin, some half-orc named 'Giggles' and aptly named he was, and a halfling named 'Hookshanks', which we were fortunately warned by a couple of those kids outside had a tendency to try to blend in as a child.
A fight of course ensued though there was the issue of several empty brats getting in our way, obviously terrorfied of their handlers. Giggles quickly lost his flail due to a quick thrust of my Ranseur, stepped back and pulled his longbow out. Clint smacked a boy out of the way with the flat of his weapon, bets were that the lad was dead, but apparently a resiliant boy and only mostly dead. Eventually the children were spooked into assaulting us from their handlers, of course this removed them from blocking Clint from dealing with Yargin. Novina even got involved this time, burning Hookshanks with the dropped wand of acid, before he too died.
We had plans to interrogate Yargin, but one of the lads in a moment of anger threw his … makeshift pitchfork and beamed him right in the eyes before we could bring him around. It was quite humorous, though the kid seemed disturbed, … such weakness one would have thought those living on the streets and such would have more fortitude, alas.
We continued our exploration of the warehouse, discovering, amongst other things, a large Alligator, that we assume 'bad kids' were fed to, he did swim off after a small bout of indigestion with a body filled with vials of acid.
It appears we were not quite done with our fight, as several large and annoying spiders attacked us as we continued our way, they too perished. Eventually, we also found, much to our dismay, that scum Lamm had fled the scene, though he did leave behind a number of interesting treasures.
As we were leaving, intent on taking the children to one of the many orphanages in the area, and preaching to them of the pleasures of Belial, the city bells were ringing and shouts of the King is Dead started ringing through the streets……
Alas, I shall have to come back to these musings at another time, a brother and sister who have enjoyed my services, and vice-versa have been seen entering, Pleasure can be such a demanding task master.