Curse of the Crimson Throne

Novennia Diary 6
Dealing with Gnomes and Garbage

12 Gozran 4617

Clint goes to the bar while Zhaal and I head to the Generalist School.  I had to restrain myself from destroying all the Gnomes here!  Zhaal was looking for information while I got to tour with Jimmy the Gnome. The ONLY thing I remember from the conversation was that he liked to blow things up! I encouraged him in hopes that he would take out himself and all other Gnomes.

I later learned that Zhaal is better at get information than I. He found out that the ones who can't get into the school hang out at the drink halls and that the head Gnome would help me get into the school if I slept with him. I puked! We went to find Clint (who was probably spreading rumors) and devise a plan. I did learn that in order to get into the school you had to pass the Divination rituals and take intelligent tests. This is where Zhaal will pretend he didn't get into the school because he couldn't pass the intelligence test. He only saw penis' and breasts when they showed him images to see what he saw and then of course he could discuss Bilal. Maybe someone will help him he get Shudder unless he completely blows it. I mean messes it up :0)

Brother Clint and I will hang out and not associate with Zhaal. We drink and talk about how much money we could make by telling the folks we killed it preventing more deaths.

A few guys talk to Zhaal and then he leaves. Of course we stay thinking he didn't find out anything yet and that he decided to get his rest or fun. A Varisan starts talking about our mom. We exchange a few words with him and then decide to leave and follow the men who were talking with Zhaal. Unfortunately, Clint and I are not Stealthy so we decide to go get Zhaal to help out. We found him in his room and he didn't get much out of the conversation.  Zhaal follows close while Clint and I stay behind acting like drunks. We follow them down the sewers and of course we fine two sewer monsters a small one and a large one. We can't kill them so I hit one and then use locked Gaze on one so Zhaal who was handled by it could be let go. I think he likes it though just by the expression on his face. Bile would like it! Afterwards the guards came to return the strayed garbage monsters. Why would they stray, maybe they need a necromancer to find a way to keep them in control.

After the fight we lost track of the fellows and so we thought maybe we would follow them in the next few days since we now know what they look like.

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Novennia Diary 5
On the Trail of Lame-O

11 Gozran 4617

We decide to go to the Horseshop to see if we can locate Lame-o! I have not stopped thinking about how I will bring him back and torture him. Of course I will do it in discretion so that I don't get caught and disobey any of the laws of our city. Really I am more worried about Clint getting upset because he is very Lawful! After all he was in the Guard and technically I am too!

When we get there we meet a man named Gislebottle (I really don't remember his name). We let Zhaal talk to him. I chose to ignore the conversation and decided to look around. It smelled horrible like a Gnome! Afterwards, we were told Lame hasn't been around for a few days.

I decide to take the time and draw a picture of Lame for Clint since he has never seen him. I also took it to the graveyard that night and showed it to Leona and asked her to look for him.  I really made a great sketch! May have to consider making money from this. But first I need to practice with my crossbow!

 

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Novennia Diary 4
Fighting Wannabe Wizards of Lame Liberators

10th Gozran 4617

The "Lame Liberators" have been at it again using fireballs to terrorize our nice town. Luckily for us we knew where to find them and we they are probably high on shudder.  We find them down a street and brothers both attack them. I was able to hit a few (practice does work) but my shinning moment was when I had one of their bones protrude. Their magic spells were all over the place and made no sense. Brother Clint got monkeyshit on him. Yes, monkeyshit! So when I killed the one who cast that spell I named my arrow monkeyshit but I didn't kiss it. Gross! One of the wizards sprouted wings of frost and one surrounded itself with webs and was screaming about bees (that makes no sense). These were not locals of Midtown, but rather from Eastshore who were wannabe wizards who couldn't get into the Gener

In the end we took the head of one of them to determine if we could get answers. I still can't believe that a necromancer has no way of talking to the dead unless they have a scroll.  Luckily I have Zellora's deck which I will use to question the dead head.

We ask the head three questions:

  • Who do you work for? If it is Lame then
  • Where is the last place you spoke to him?
  • Where is the shudder be manufactured?

If not then name of person who gave it to you and location where you got it.

Well, well, well we will finally get that Lame-o! 

Lame-o was last seen at the Horseshop and they got the shudder from the Seashore bar.

We head out to the bar. Once inside, I look around for Lame and I don't see him. There were a lot of guards hanging out here though. We have a drink and then leave. On the way out we see a guard starting a fight with another individual. We interfere so the Guard doesn't get in trouble. We find out his name is Growl Sodado. He is a well liked Guard who studied under a master duelist. We get him back to the guard so he can get rest and save his dignity.

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Novennia Diary 3

9th Gozran 4617

Nothing exciting has happened the last few days. Just collecting more items and trying to learn more about necromancy. I have been trying to teach Catillia how not to be so creepy. I explained to her that being subtle and sneaky will help her to achieve her goals without any problems. Boy that didn't go well. All she does is sneak up on me.  Hmmm! I need a new book about raising a necromancer! I am sure I can find one. A new rumor is spreading around town and I think Clint spread this one but Zhaal could have inadvertently spread it. "The poor and desperate are getting Bilal's meat." I am sure Bilal would love this and Zhaal too!

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Lamm's Losers

Placeholder again. Lamm is dead, Trinia is rescued.

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All the World's an Otyugh

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Events:

Info on Lamm's Liberators having a gathering near the Acadamae and inviting people. (After going into The Grey and interrogating)

Eel's End – got asked by Cressida to get incriminating evidence about the Ambassador from Cheliax who is attempting to enrich himself at the expense of the town. The Field Marshall had heard that the King of Spiders had blackmail material on the Ambassador and it would be a service to Korvosa to acquire it and return it to her. She gave bribe money to retrieve it, although indicated that if the money was not needed then they could keep it. She also made it clear she had no particular fondness or attachment to the King of Spiders and wouldn't shed a tear if he were to disappear.

Being the obliging sorts, the party did in fact make him disappear, although not all of his guards. They rescued Majenko, a House Drake that was kept in an iron cage and tortured, and did find evidence that the Chelish ambassador was embroiled in an affair with a superior's wife. They also found a poster for the Seven Trials of Larazod, which appeared to have two tieflings, a black haired beauty and a rather large lady drawn in caricature on it, as well as a book which they believed could unravel the secrets of Lamm's Journal.

 

 

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Novennia the Renewer 3
Key Lock Killer

5th Gozran, 4617

So apparently the dagger shaped like the key belonged to the key lock killer. He has never been caught and some people speculate that he went into hiding. We overheard some people talking about him so Brother Clint thought it would be funny if I brought it out to clean my nails. Got no reaction or recognition. Must be similar to the rumors of the snake. Which reminds me that Clint and I created a huge hole. He dragged me into the hole and we placed Zellora's head in it. What a great rumor. We may add upon it later once we figure out how to get large snake skin.  Anyways my point it that the only people who have seen his dagger are his victims. Logic.

I will have to find out more about him especially where he got the daggers. I would like to take up throwing daggers maybe I'll practice with Cat to see if she has any skill in it.

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Novennia the Renewer Diary 2
Outbreaks

4th Gozran, 4617

It appears the "Lame-o" has created chaos around town with reports of magic and the "Lame Liberators". I can't wait to release him from this world. Nothing exciting this day as we prepare to take on the "Lame Liberators".  I will buy a haversack so I can put all my money it. I feel so filthy rich that I am starting to enjoy it. Khaal has taken the All Worlds Meat place by delivering some documents using his lawyer skills. Meanwhile Brother Clint and I are staying at the Zellora's place. Boy her tarot cards have come in handy. I wonder if Catillia would like to learn this skill. Naw she is too much into dead things.  I will go out and buy her an appropriate outfit and use prestigitation on her. Probably be the first cantrip I teach her. She smells like the dead which is fine by me better than fish guts!

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Novennia the Renewer Journal
Verick the meat man

3rd Gozran, 4617

Clint and I were afraid brother would mess up his meeting with the Cow Hammer Boys with all his talk but he came back and told us the deal was done. The Cow Hammer Boys will be coming this way to take care of a Varisian lady.  We need to setup and I tell Catallia to stay here and be quiet. She has found a dead rat and tried to clue the bones. She said it was difficult to hold it all together. Geez! I think I will name her Cat the Deathbringer! Clint comes in and he threatens her by telling her that he will show her how to kill and clean a live one! I knew she wouldn't take it as a threat and told brother so! He then tells her it was a threat! She still didn't get it. So we lined up against the street and brother Clint and I pretend to be shooting apples off each others head. My intention was to purposely miss Clint and hit one of the Cow Hammer Boys! No damn luck the arrow must have been wet!

We (not including me because I can't figure out how my crossbow works) kill all but one of them because Zhaal allowed him to surrender! What was he thinking? Lord of Bile must have been busy doing other things other than looking down on Zhaal. He was a fumbling fool telling us it was Baldo's idea about the rats and other meats. What a waste animals and humans could be killed but not to be eaten but rather they could be put to good use. Maybe zombie manufacturing! Think about it no pay, no food, no room and board, and no talking back or walkouts.

We take him to the guards and tell them we will return with Verick.

We head back to All the World's Meats, or as I like to call it All Meats! Upstairs we find Verick still in his uniform sitting at his desk. He is totally in denial about having all the different meats. We notice that he is writing a letter to someone and that it smells like Jasmine. No real clue there.

We take him back to the Guards as well. He is still in denial but Fatty will convince him about the truth or lie to save his miserable life.

Later this evening I will go to the cemetery and draw a picture of Geadran. As I am there and unaware a Drake swoops down and kills an imp. Her name is Leona. I tell her thanks and ask if I can keep the wings. Catallia would like them. Maybe she can make a hat out of it. Leona tells me that they come from the Gold Dragon! I am not so sure about that but hey I am used to hearing about rumors. As a matter of fact Clint spread a new one about magic meat fairies!  Just thinking about that makes me laugh! Lord Bile must be there too!  Well, I show Leona my perfect picture of Gaedran and ask her to inform me if she sees them while she is out hunting for imps!

 

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2nd Gozran, 4617
Investigation Log - Watch Sergeant Finneas Bolge

The city is in chaos.  The gods watch over me that I am able to write this addition to the log.  The day started early for me.  I awoke refreshed and with a mission.  I made my rounds and around noon, reached the tavern I had last spotted Kolfax in.  He was there, the churl, laughing and drinking with his twin.  I could find nothing in the archives about her last night.  Kolfax apparently saw cause to omit her from his records.  I'm not surprised, there was nothing about his brother in there either.  Note to remind myself to investigate the mother at some point.  But I digress.  Kolfax and his twin caroused for a bit before heading out.  In my haste to follow them, I got sloppy.  Kolfax looked over his shoulder on the way out and I'm certain he spotted me.  I feigned interest in a card game at another table and asked if I could join those seated, squandering any chance I had at tailing those two miscreants as they departed.  No matter, I was certain they would return to their meeting place at the deserted Harrow Reading shop.  After a quick hand and several coppers, I departed and headed directly for the shop.  After several hours of watching it, I felt something was amiss and moved to the door.  No sounds.  No… anything.  It was like the grave.  I decided to poke around the place looking for clues.  Broken table and chairs, more dust within than on a varisian's work shoes, along with scraps of stale bread and an empty bottle of cheap wine.  The tapestries on the wall seemed out of place, but they hid nothing but the otherwise bareness of the walls behind them.

That's when it started.  A whooshing sound followed by screaming.  I peeked out the door and saw a building on fire up the street.  People running amok, crying and screaming, the bleating of the peasantry.  But then a cry of 'The King is dead… hang the Queen for his murder.'  I have to still my hand as I write this.  Unthinking, I stepped into the street into that chaos.  Folk crying to me for protection.  What am I, a walking citadel?  I pushed through and started to make my way south, making best speed for Citadel Volshyenek.  I thought skirting near the harbor would spare me the larger portions of the gathering mobs.  I was mostly correct.  I came upon a scene of pure carnage.  Bodies and blood splashed about the street near a decrepit fishery.  So much blood.  I ducked inside the building to catch my breath and discovered more carnage.  A brutish half orc, a gnome or halfling, how do you tell the difference?  Some weasely human pinned to a wall by a pitchfork.  Most of the bodies inside and out were killed by hideous blows.  Like, some great axe hewing into them with incredible force.  I drew my sword as I backed out of the building, nearly tripping over a runt of a man digging through the pockets of the bodies in the street.  In his surprise, he shouted, 'Twasn't me m'lord… was them hellspawned trio.  A man and woman white as snow and their prissy mate.  The mans eyes glowed with demonic fury as he cut them all down.  Its thems that you wants.'  I had missed them in the act, but they wouldn't escape my pursuit.  Once I had rounded up enough guards.  Yes, this bore Kolfax's mark, his dim mind, and that girder he calls a sword.  What was their angle?  Why raid this dump.  I poked around back feeling safer in the knowledge that they trio had likely departed the scene of the crime.  Only to find a feeding frenzy in the water behind the shop.  Exactly how MANY people did they murder anyway?  And why try to dispose of these? 

My introspection was cut short by another whooshing sound and nearby a fireball arced into the sky and slammed into a marine upon his hippogriff.  The sheer ferocity of the attack reminded me of my goal of reaching the citadel.  I departed the wharf in due haste.  I made it about half a block before I ran into a crowd of rioters rushing into the street from a side alley.  In the blink of an eye I was set upon from all sides.  In the resulting scuffle I lost my grip upon my sword and in the buffeting of the rioters, lost track of it.  It shames me that I ended up returning to the barracks without my blade or my livery, but as I shoved through the crowd to recover my blade, my colors were ignominiously torn from my torso.  I was lucky to return with bruises to my face and ego and nothing else, for the mob was blood thirsty.  Kolfax will have much to pay for when I catch up with him.  I'll see that his siblings share his discomfort as well.  Murderers and infernalists it sounds like.  What foul machinations are they plotting?  I must get to the bottom of this… before the city burns to a cinder.

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