In the Shadow of Titans

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Job 1 - A Statue's Soiree
"It's just a simple job! All you need to do is provide security for a soiree...."

From the journal of Godin “The Golden” Stronghelm

It was one afternoon that the plans were official. The other workers at The Whistlin’ Lady, some odd elf we found at a Port Hope festival, and I had decided to commit to becoming an adventuring group. This party comprised of Hayleigh Aeris the human, Duvainor the elf, Vurna Ovsten the Dwarf, and of course, myself – Gódin “The Golden” Stronghelm the Dwarf. Most of the party was comprised of xenophiles, so it was not surprising that we came together with such ease despite the vast differences in culture and origin. Each of us must have had differing reasons for wanting to leave our current lives; personally, the drive to seek foreign beings while still making a living for my sickly brother, Markog, seemed like an excellent opportunity. Indeed, having worked with the majority of these folk for quite a while, I was able to judge their characters – at least to an extent – to know that they were safe to travel with.

That very same day, a man whom we would later know as Rochard, was about to post a quest application poster on a billboard when he saw us. Luckily, we managed to take the opportunity before Rochard put it in the public eye. The man spoke of a simple security quest wherein an ancient artifact was to be displayed to an audience. The artifact, which apparently belonged to Rochard’s master, Guillaum, was to be protected at all times. The venue was to be held in a fairly quaint mansion to upper class citizens with an interest in the academic show. After careful consideration, the party decided that it would be a simple quest to put underneath our belts.

The exhibition began normally at the appointed time with the adventuring party and I in watchful positions around the cobblestone room. All seemed well for the first few hours, with waitresses and waiters bustling around, serving items of delicacy and beverages to the upper-bourgeois attendees. The wonderful smells from the food were nice to enjoy, but still I found the strength to stay focused on the assignment at hand. It was only when the attendees had quite the amount to drink that they became rowdy.

I had noticed some suspicious behaviour from Vurna and Duvainor, but figured that they were not doing anything distasteful, especially on our first quest as they surely were aware that any foul behaviour would ruin our reputation in Port Hope as an adventuring group. Vurna was always a bit quirky (I always noticed things disappearing from the bar surface whenever she was around), and Duvainor, the handsome elf, was somewhat of an unpredictable mystery. Still, the elf was friendly towards all different types of people, so I didn’t think much to do a double take when I saw him chatting up the drunk professional architect.

Finally, the veiled object – the one owned by Guillaum – was uncovered. Even in their drunkenness, the crowd was unable to contain their horrified responses. Gasps and other disgusted sounds whispered throughout the room. I found myself staring, unable to peel my eyes from the slimy-looking vase-like object. It was foreign, and I felt filled with mystery – perhaps even more so than the actual attendees. While I contemplated what it could be, I began to feel somewhat sluggish, but was not truly aware that something was wrong until it was too late.

I was the first to encounter screaming terrorists with guns pointed in my face because I had decided to investigate the stairwell leading up to the show room, since I knew something was terribly wrong. Very quickly, I found myself on the floor at gunpoint, unable to move or see what was happening. Screams flooded my ears, accompanied with the sound of bodies dropping to the floor. I was too gassed with whatever depressant they had smoked in the air to fully register everything – it all happened so fast. I know that I was told not to move or I would die.

I noticed that one of the goons had taken the statue off of its pedestal, and that Verna and Duvainor were shifting as if to attack. I knew that I had to do something, and so launched an attack on my captor, risking the gunshot to the head in favour of gaining the advantage while he was distracted. The party launched an attack on the offenders, but only managed to kill one while the rest of the goons got away with the artifact that we were supposed to protect. One bandit was chased by Duvainor out of a large window and out into the crowds below, but the thief was quickly lost due to the intense festivities occurring on the streets.

After the effect of the nauseating gas had worn off, I applied basic first aid techniques to any injured event attendees, which they were grateful for despite still being in shock. Poor Rochard had been badly beaten by a bandit, and clearly needed to go home to tend to his head wounds with lots of rest and cold compresses. The party inspected the dead goon’s carcass – or lack thereof, as it simply rotted within a few minutes – and also inspected the downstairs scene, where all staff had been slaughtered. The sights were not for the faint of heart, and I even felt ill with all of the terrifying events that had occurred on our first day of the job.

Rochard had still wanted the artifact back, of course, since it was invaluable to Master Guillaum. After raising the reward for the quest a vast amount, we hesitantly decided to accept the offer and investigate the scene again after resting for the remainder of the night. After resting for a bit, I stopped by my home to check in on Markog, then went back to our resting place.

In the morning, we set out to investigate the scene from yesterday. No important clues were found. It was there that we decided to split into two groups to cover more ground. Vurna and Duvainor headed off to a local university to ask a connection that Vurna had there some questions, and Hayleigh and myself decided to look for clues in the alleyway where one of the thugs had landed. Some homeless fellows were lying there, so I asked them if they knew anything about the man that had landed there the day before. They would only answer for payment; when they got too greedy, I tried to use intimidation. Eventually, the two hobos yelled into the alley, but upon entering it, we found more thugs beating up another homeless man by the name of Nate. As I dealt with the situation at hand, trying stop the thugs without letting them get away, Hayleigh tried to warn away a strange woman that entered the alley towards us.

I managed to slaughter one thug with my rapier, but the other disappeared out the other side of the dark alleyway. Haleigh ended up shooting the approaching woman, who had since pulled out a knife with clear intent to harm, which turned her right around. She escaped with an arrow sticking out of her, realizing she was outmatched against the two of us. My xenophila and good-hearted nature panged to help the gravely injured man, even though most others probably wouldn’t have due to his extremely low social status.

Nate was scooped up into my arms as I carried him like a baby through the busy streets towards the nearest clinic. By Morgrim’s beard, luck was with us that Hayleigh had the hefty sum of 70 gold coins on her to pay off the greedy physician. Hopefully leaving Nate in good hands, we returned to the alley to investigate the body of the bandit I had killed.

As before, the body had completely rotted. The loot from the body was an interesting haul; indeed, I found myself staring in captivation into a foreign-looking medallion that appeared far deeper than what its simple flat metal surface appeared to show. Indeed, I believed that I saw eyes staring back at me from that infinitely deep, real space, and I felt a cool, dark, engulfing feeling deep within my mind. Disturbed, I was able to break my concentration on the metal object and hurriedly packed it away, not wanting to know what had just happened. Something evil was afoot, and, by Morgrim’s beard, I didn’t want to have a part in it. Although I was curious as to what sort of creature had been on the other end.

After hours had passed, the party met again to discuss findings. We met a professor that Vurna had connections with for dinner at the Whistlin’ Lady, where we discussed the medallions (as another party member also had acquired one from the first murdered thug) and their relation to the stolen artifact. We allowed the professor to take one to research back at the lab, although we feared that this may have put him in some sort of danger.

It was learned that the bandits were meeting at the waterfront dock, a sketchy location when deserted. Which it was, of course, because of the festivities that had been occurring. A float parade was about to occur, so we took this opportunity to make our way to the docks while no one was looking. Guards were easily evaded as they did not expect intruders. The waterfront was very dark and silent, but we were careful to not allow ourselves to be spotted.

We stole a canoe that would be able to fit all four of us plus the artifact, and waded it silently out into the water. The medallion we had with us acted as a magical compass, although we were unsure of what to expect exactly. It was explained to us that this medallion would lead us to the thieves.

After quite a long time of rowing, we managed to see the peak of a small island emerge from the hazy bog we were gliding through. The scenery reeked of something not quite right, and by Morgrim’s beard, I knew we were all pumped with adrenaline and fear as we approached high sand banks. We beached the canoe quietly, unsure of what to expect; however, we did hear loud ceremonial-like ritual sounds and noises from the other side of the hill. I waited on guard at the bottom of the hill to make sure that nothing crept up on us while the others of the party carefully peered over the ridge. Clearly, whatever they saw must have been horrific beyond their wildest fears, because all were stuck in shock. Duvainor even fainted, clearly unable to stand whatever he had seen. Screams and the sounds of splashing and flesh being destroyed filled the air, and my heart rate instantly doubled as sweat began to bead anxiously along my hairline and in the lower points of my face.

I was able to drag Duvainor from the ridge to at least prevent him from gaining immediate damage. A man came rushing over the ridge, and I managed to catch him so that we could question him. He seemed to be hysterical, but it was made clear that whatever was on the other side was not friendly.

After the man escaped from us, we cautiously ran over the hill to see the scenario. The artifact sat upon a pedestal still, and nothing else was in sight. Despite all the horrors that clearly just occurred, I found myself drawn to the object, unable to help myself from wanting to take it. I knew that Vurna and Duvainor were the same, as they were unable to keep themselves from approaching it. We grabbed the item and ran back to the opposite shore, righting the boat to set off again. However, by Morgrim’s beard, our trip back to Port Hope would not be a smooth one.

Large tentacles covered in what looked like rotting mouths and other fleshy monstrosities began to deconstruct our boat as we paddled, breaking our oars and wrecking the woodcraft of the vessel. It also attempted to attack us, but we managed to keep it at bay with our weapons. The party member at the very back of the ship, Duvainor, was actually pulled into the marshy waters. Terrified, I managed to use my brute Dwarf strength to wrench Duvainor from his to-be watery demise and back into the wrecked vessel.

Only Morgrim knew how we managed to get back to Port Hope’s shore in one piece. If I hadn’t been such an optimistic Dwarf, I would have thought that our first day on the job would be our last. While I must admit that I was certainly curious as to the nature of the murderous, flesh-hungry beast in the waters of the port, I was not so preoccupied as to give my life trying to understand the foreign creature.

Once we had gotten back to port, we snuck out of the area – again, hopefully not noticed on our way out – and went to Rochard’s residency. Despite the relatively late hour, the beaten man opened his door and let us in. We received payment as we returned the ancient artifact that we had nearly died to retrieve. Despite the curiosity to know more about it, we were satisfied with nothing more than getting rid of it. Clearly, that object was far more important than any of us could have guessed, and having a deeper connection with it would probably cost us more than we had already lost thus far with just guarding it.

Happy to be rid of our disastrous first quest, we returned to our sleeping quarters for the night. I checked on Markog before returning to our inn to make sure he was alright, although I felt that seeing family actually helped me more than it helped him after the horrible events of the past two days. By Morgrim’s beard, we would all need much rest that night, but no doubt it would be plagued with nightmares of that indescribable horror of a sea demon.

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Job 2 - A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words
"My apologies for being late...."

Following the successful return of Guillaume’s statue, the party was once again contacted by Rochard for a discussion of another job over dinner. Hesitant, but ultimately willing the party agreed to meet Rochard for dinner and ultimately his master Guillaume Flinteye to hear the job.

Going by carriage to the outskirts of Port Hope, they met Guillaume at his luxurious manse. It was a simple job, four thousand crowns for the escort of the painter Val’yn Ser’ys from Hesperides to Port Hope. One thousand was to be forwarded to the party, and the other three thousand to be paid upon completion. The party hastily jumped onto the proposition.

Whilst the party prepped for departure it is here that Markog joins the party. He had gotten involved with a dwarf by the name of Fara Ovsten and had to now pay the piper as his son had come of age. Travelling upon the Blue Urchin 2 they quickly made their way oversea to Hesperides.

The party immediately found Fara Ovsten and her son Gromrund, and proceeded to discuss the future for her and Markog. It was concluded that Markog had to prove himself as a warrior in some way to bring honour to their marriage and thus prove himself a suitable husband. The party then went to Val’yn’s house to pick her up, and found out thatshe had impulsively gone to join the Ovsten expedition that recently went into the jungle. Hiring a guide the party went in after them.

What they found at the expedition camp site was a charnel house. Old corpses were everywhere, and the majority of them comprised of civilians. Investigating the site, they didn’t find enough bodies to account for the entire expedition. Deciding to camp there for the night they awoke to find a rock with a message lobbed at them. In it was the Red Claw tribe demanding the return of their captured braves in exchange for the expedition members. The party swiftly returned to Hesperides to negotiate with the government.

Upon arrival however they found out that the government there refused to negotiate with the saurians in any way, shape, or form. Convincing the desk jockey to let them see the prisoners, they quickly improvised a breakout, while almost getting raped in the process. They quickly made their way back to the expedition site.

After exchanging prisoners, another dwarven party showed up led by Rorek Ovsten; this time though they had come for vengeance. Unable to stop the Red Claw tribe or the Ovstens from battling each other, they witnessed a bloody, vicious battle that saw the Ovsten’s victorious and the Red Claws nearly wiped out. It was a sober trip back to Port Hope.

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Job 3 - The Plot Thickens
"Hear Ye, Here ye, Godin and Co are guilty for...."

We continue our tale a week after the party had returned from their journey into the Hesperides. While Godin and Haley were closing up the bar, Vurna decided to stalk some poor schmuck to fleece him for his purse. Unfortunately or fortunately depending on who you talk to, it was at this time trouble chose to rear its ugly head in the form of professor Beaumais. Running frantically he went to Vurna claiming that people were after him, and that even now they were on his tail. Bringing him back to the Whistling Lady, he frantically regaled his tale to Haley and Godin.

The group then went upstairs to gear up and make themselves ready for the intruders. It wouldn’t be too long before they arrived. The first sign was when Godin opened the door to his room to rejoin his compatriots in Haley’s space. Unfortunately the intruders were faster the draw than he was and he found himself trussed up like a hog as the intruders made their way to Haley’s room.

Attempting to play themselves off as old ladies, their ploy desperately failed as their door was broken into and battle was joined. Hesitation on Haley’s party saw her take a bullet at point blank range, but she soon acquitted herself with a flurry of arrows as she and Vurna fended them off. Tied up like a hog, it was only at the end when Godin freed himself to rejoin the fray and the intruders were soon driven out of the tavern. The Wardens appeared soon after the conflict and took statements, but with the lighting as it was they would have to come back the next day. The most they could do that day was to simply detail a few wardens to watch over the Whistling Lady. No Wardens appeared that day.

The next morning Godin left for the docks to seek a ship to head to the Black Iron while Haley and Vurna recovered from the previous night. Securing passage with Skinny Dave, Godin was hit with a shocking revelation. The party was being blamed for the disappearance of the five Wardens that appeared that night, as well as the abduction of professor Arnaud Beaumais. Rushing back quickly Godin came back to a Whistling Lady that had cops already at the front door. He settled himself in and waited. At the Whistling Lady, Haley and Vurna heard the wardens enter, and question Norman LaVerne, and heard as they began their search. Thinking to use Beaumais as proof, they aimed to surrender themselves to the wardens and have Beaumais clear their names. They were swiftly arrested, and Haley and Vurna were placed in one police carriage, whilst Beaumais was put on another. They left in two different directions.

Quick thinking on Godin’s part, found him underneath the carriage that the party was on. Waiting until the carriage had turned onto a deserted side street, Godin put his plan into action. Calling for help, brought the carriage to a stop and had a warden look underneath the carriage. He was shot in the face. From then a brutal firefight and melee broke out that saw three of the four wardens on the carriage dead, and the party fleeing for their lives. Laying low till nightfall, the party then broke into an alchemist’s shop to gather supplies. Interrupted by a child who woke up, the party buggered out and fled again into the night.

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Job 3.5 - The Great Escape
"These criminals... will not be allowed to pass" - Galen Flinteye

The party fled to an alley before they could attract more attention to themselves. They thought they’d escaped successfully, until they heard a figure stumbling behind them. Their clumsy pursuer turned out to be none other than Randal, a server from the Whistling Lady. He told them he had someone they needed to meet. After some debate, Gόdin and Co. decided to follow him.

Upon entering Randal’s home, the party saw an elven woman seated on his couch. She introduced herself as Sel’yn, and after exchanging terse pleasantries, learned that she was an assistant of Professor Beaumais and was attacked on the same night of his capture. Unlike the Professor, she was able to subdue her human attackers, and was found by Randal. She had helped Beaumais in his studies of the medallion gifted to him by Vurna, and still had it on her person.

Both the adventurers and the elf were on the lam, involved with the medallions, were becoming increasingly suspicious of their pursuers (thinking their misfortunes originated from the same source) and had one immediate goal in mind: escaping Port Hope. Gόdin and Co. were already preparing to go to Black Iron, and this decision was solidified by Sel’yn’s need for a lab to complete her study of the medallion. The quintet of fugitives managed to convince Randal to check the docks for him after work in order to determine if Skinny Dave had left port yet. Though visibly stressed, the uncoordinated server agreed to their request, before retiring to his room.

Sel’yn, having already rested a day, offered to take the first watch as the rest of the party slept, and they would continue to rotate watches. By mid-morning, Hayleigh alerted the others of a large gathering occurring below Randal’s housing complex. It turned out to be a an announcement by the wardens and C-Corp, sending out massive warden presence along with bounty hunters and adventuring parties for the capture of Gόdin and Co. In addition to that, there were to be checkpoints at all exits from the city, including the docks.

With their escape made much harder, the group spent the better part of the day deliberating on the best plan of action. By the time Randal arrived home from work that evening, it was decided that they would escape through the sewers, guided by a sewer rat using Sel’yn’s fluency in Sylvan. Randal brought them provisions and the information that Skinny Dave was still in port, and so the group began to execute their plan.

They managed to get a rat named Jerome to lead them through the sewers, bribed with the promise of cheese. As the group ventured down into the sewers, they discovered the body of a warden floating in the canal of refuse that the city’s sewage passed through. After plundering the body, they continued on until they ran into a still-living warden. As Gόdin moved to subdue the individual, a thick, white tentacle emerged from the canal and wrapped itself around the warden.

The group running for their lives as they followed Jerome’s commands translated by Sel’yn, another tentacle wrapped itself around Hayleigh’s leg. Sely’ns medallion reacted to the tentacle, glowing blue in its presence. With the help of Sel’yn and Gόdin, they managed to get the tentacle off her, but not before it burrowed into her leg and ripped out a chunk of flesh.

The creature, which the adventuring party determined to be the swamp monster they previously faced, disappeared into the opaque water. It eventually resurfaced, and attached itself to the roof of the sewers, pulling a translucent, gelatinous body out of the canal. It swung from the roof and towards the group. Sel’yn a sent fireball flying towards the creature, which managed to keep it at bay for a short while. Jerome’s directions were accurate; they were approaching the ladder. Sel’yn and Gόdin stayed below, trying to keep the monster at bay as the others climbed up. Gόdin was the last ascend the ladder, but as he climbed up, the swamp monster came upon him, wrapping around his waist, crushing his ribs, and producing rows of sharp, black teeth to latch onto his flesh. The rest of the group frantically pulled him out of the sewer, shredding his sides as he slid through the beast’s grip, and replaced the manhole cover over the sewer’s entrance.

Jerome had led them past the checkpoint and to the docks. The group found their way to Skinny Dave’s ship, and after being drenched in seawater in an attempt to remove the reek left on them from the sewers, they managed to convince the large captain to allow them to ride the ship in the cargo hold.

After several days at sea, the ship docked at the dwarven city of Kandarall and the group departed. Having an elf among them was cause for discrimination and insult directed towards Gόdin and Vurna, and when Gόdin could take it no longer, he challenged one of their most vocal opponents to a duel. Drawing first blood with a well-placed jab behind the opponent’s knees, Gόdin won the duel, leaving the other dwarf to skulk off and try to “regain his honor”.

Gόdin’s brother saw the fight and approached the group, offering them a place in his home with the Ovsten’s.

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Job 4 - Family Reunion Blues
"Just a little... you scratch my back we'll scratch yours..."

Having decided to take up the offer to travel to the Black Iron with Markog, Godin and Co. found themselves in for a comfortable ride north. Taking pity upon them they were given some basic travelling supplies as well as some weaponry to make up for the confiscated supplies that they lost in Port Hope. It seemed that Markog was doing much better as his ornate armour, and fine weaponry were clearly indicative of his new wealth, and the brothers caught up in the course of the journey.

Arriving at the Black Iron, Markog quickly told them to stay at the Keg and Kettle, a modest inn which comfortable furnishing. Told to simply pass on the name “Nathanial BLackwood” when they introduced themselves to the innkeeper, Godin and Co. made their way there. Upon mentioning “Nathanial Blackwood” they were treated quite graciously having comfortable rooms, hot food, and cold ale given to them however much they asked for. Eventually though it came time to pay the bills, as one evening they were ushered into a private meeting room where a mixed group of humans and dwarves in deep hoods were waiting for them.

Simply explaining that their mutual friends had an interest in them, Godin and Co was offered a choice, either quietly dispose of the Norkrag clan, or have their crimes from Port Hope exposed. Hesitantly but seeing no other choice, they accepted terms to dispose of the Norkrag clan.

Investigation into the clan showed the party that the clan was actually quite a recent establishment, and was on its last legs. Established by Norkrag Norkragson when he settled down from his adventuring days, he used the his wealth to find a wife and set up a trading company that dealt with exotic goods, goods that are in direct competition with the Ovsten clan. Misfortune however seemed to be the only thing that this clan shared, as failed caravans, poor investments, a dead wife, and two deadbeat children (Norkrag Norkragson a redvine addict, and Thenga Norkragdottir, his only daughter) were the result of his hard work.

Thinking to sneak their way in after a fairly comprehensive investigation, Godin and Co. are now posing as workers to ingratiate themselves into a position to remove the Norkrags. Now they are on a crossroads as their hesitation to simply kill the Norkrags found them dithering their time away…

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Job 4.5 Family and Betrayal

Norkrag’s last chance at saving his company rested on one final caravan of goods that he needed to transport to Kirk Wall As his workers, Gόdin and Co. were expected to join the convoy as they travelled. The blind dwarf invited his team of labourers to his home in the heart of the mountain for a feast, which the adventurers enjoyed while waiting for a chance to speak to him in private. The opportunity presented itself when Norkrag asked to speak with them after the other guests had left. Unfortunately, the dwarf was suspicious of the group, stating that it was far too convenient that they would appear when he needed them most. After Gόdin’s successful attempt to convince him that it was merely coincidence that they met, Norkrag revealed that he is suspicious of the Ovstens, and wants the adventurers to help protect him, his family, and his business.

Surprised by the request, and now with a difficult decision to make, Gόdin and Co. asked for time to think about the offer. Given a place to stay in Norkrag’s home, the adventurers debated and finally came to the decision to betray the Ovstens and help Norkrag.

The next morning, the group met Norkrag and explained everything to him. They showed him the medallion and, after a small mishap involving the medallion falling into his fireplace, explained that Sel’yn was the only one who can uncover its secrets now that her and mentor, Professor Beaumais, was missing, and that she needed to go to the university in Black Iron to do so. Norkrag revealed that Beaumais was set to lecture at the university, thanks to the Ovstens hosting him. The adventurers agreed to help Norkrag, and the dwarf had them swear blood oaths before he gave each of them a gift to aid in the battle they were sure to soon face. Norkrag’s servant Kazgar interfered, asking to take Norkrag’s place alongside the adventurers, and to aid in protecting his master.

The adventurers, now risking their lives to save the struggling dwarf, had to come up with a plan to prevent them all from being killed by the Ovstens. One of their servants spoke to them in the night, stating that they would be waiting for them at a mountain pass the next day. Gόdin and Co. decided to make it look like they overpowered the caravan so that the Ovstens wouldn’t have to do it themselves, but as they reached the pass, it was uncertain if their plan would work…

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Job 5 - Godin and Co. Strikes Back

Striding forward to meet their blackmailers, and ambushers, Godin and Co stepped forward to explain to them that by using hallucinogenic mushrooms, they had managed to drug the food and drink of the caravan drivers, rendering them either unconscious or incapable of putting up much resistance.

Falling for their deception by the narrowest thread, the ambushers would soon turn into the ambushed as they stepped out from their positions at the mountain pass and met with Godin and Co to finish off the supposedly knocked out caravan. Pausing to ensure that no belligerent wildlife would be drawn to the seen one of the ambushers was skillfully persuaded to check the area by Haleigh.

Despite the presence of an ogre mercenary amongst the ambushers, Godin and Co continued with the plan regardless, and a terrific battle ensued, that saw all of the ambushers slain, with heavy losses due to the ogre warrior, which was finished off only after numerous rifle volleys along with the combined work of Kazgar and Haleigh. Godin personally made quick work of several of the other ambushers with a combination of pistol and rapier.

With the conclusion of the battle, the caravan made ready to go once more, but was soon interrupted by a Norkrag runner. It seemed that the good Professor Beaumais was to soon arrive and be in town for a week to lecture at Redbeard University. Making the hard march back and trusting Norkrag to finish his delivery, Godin and Co. made it back to the Black Iron at the end of the second day of lecturing.

Ingratiating themselves into the crowd at a nearby university pub, they heard conflicting opinions of the students either believing that Beaumais was preaching some end of the world babble or enthusiastically relating new areas of study. It was here they also discretely acquired a single pass for his lectures for the week.

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Job 5.5 The University

Having acquired a pass, Godin and Co decided that the best way to go about their infiltration was to have Sel’yn pose an Elven noble, and have Kazgar be her aide and spokesperson, as Sel’yn was an easy read. Travelling into the university they wandered around, coming under fire as they neared the labs from a group of dwarves who made many jeers and insults and the unlikely pair, which caused Kazgar to have a melt down on Sel’yn.

Despite the setback, Sel’yn and Kazgar made it to the lecture on time where Hayleigh and Godin were waiting at. Due to the dispute, the partners going into the lecture were switched at the last minute, with Sel’yn and Hayleigh going into the lecture with Kazgar, and Godin waiting for them outside.

Once in the lecture quickly filled up with all manner of guests. Sel’yn and Hayleigh didn’t have to wait too long though before the Ovsten’s along with Beaumais appeared. From there Beaumais proceeded to give a grand lecture about a new age in which living gods reigned, and that a new world order would appear. Naturally this didn’t sit well with quite every member of the crowd, one of which heckled Beaumais quite aggressively. He was called to the pulpit to test his belief against the reality of Beaumais’s words… Needless to say the heckler did not get out of that challenge well at all, especially with his head burst like a ripe melon by a stone tentacle that wormed its way under his skin like a leech.

With this gruesome sight before them, Sel’yn and Hayleigh were frozen stiff in fear as noone else seemed to be raising a hand to stop the spectacle. On the other side though, Godin and Kazgar heard the screams, and in the case of Kazgar, rash action was taken. When the same group of engineering dwarves came back, Kazgar had the idea to create a three way disturbance among the guards, and the students, and himself. Unfortunately it didn’t quite work out as intended with the guards being less than impressed, and the students buggering out when lethal force started to be displayed.

Unfortunately for Kazgar it didn’t end there, as a brief scuffle with the university guards saw him on the receiving end of a halberd, and sent to the infirmary with firm warnings to mind his own business next time, if he knew what was good for him. With that done, all that was left was to wait til the end of the lecture which is what Hayleigh and Sel’yn did. Sel’yn quickly filed out, but Hayleigh lingered and called out to Beaumais to see if he would respond.

Hearing the sound of his name quickly caused him to perk up, but there was something there that made his eyes glaze over once more, and go back to absent mindedly answering questions. The slowly dissipating crowd then convinced Hayleigh to leave and reunite with the rest of Godin and Co.

Having seen Beaumais now, the party then made plans to liberate him from Ovsten hands. Taking advantage of the fact that the fate of their erstwhile blackmailers were still unknown, they organized a meeting with the Ovstens to discuss their payment. WIth the meeting set for the next day they decided to observe the house to see if they could figure out Beaumais’s schedule.

Due to the dispute with Sel’yn and Kazgar the rest of the party set off to take care of somethings before their meeting, which left Kazgar on his own. Taking matters into his own hands, Kazgar set off to infiltrate the Ovsten mansion. Sneaking into the back, he was detected by a mere stable hand and forced to kill him, which alerted the guards. Hiding in a hay bale and with the meeting still a while a way, who knows what’ll happen to Kazgar now…

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Job 5.75 The Ovsten Manor
"Now tell me where my man is... and speak truth for I am not a fan of liars..." - Rorek Ovsten

Having prepared for the meeting with the Ovstens, and now on their way back to the inn, it was here that Godin and Co met a snag. A crowd was gathering in front of the Ovsten house, and it didn’t take them long to find out who was the cause of it. It seemed that Kazgar had attempted to infiltrate the house on his own having been excluded from information regarding the rest of the party’s plans for the manor.

Having had to kill a stable boy, Kazgar was caught by 2 of the Ovsten guards, and nearly killed in a scuffle before the Vigilators arrived at the scene to put a stop to the fight. Edging their way forward through the gawking crowd of humans and dwarfs, the party swiftly hit the police cordon, where they attempted to persuade a vigilator to let them through. Failing to persuade the vigilator, they were instead seen by an Ovsten guard who promptly bribed a vigilator to let them in through the cordon.

Escorted into the house, the party now had the option of starting a fight in the entrance hall, or walking into the dining room, which they knew to be a trap. Hesitatingly, they walked in. They were promptly seated at a table with a lavish feast, and surrounded by guards. It only got truly bad however when Rorek walked in. Clad in full dwarven battle plate he begins an interrogation to find out what happened to the man he sent to keep an eye on Godin and Co.

Despite making it known he had no tolerance for liars, Godin immediately lied to him when questioned on his man’s whereabouts. This earned Godin the loss of his left pinky finger as guards held him down. All out chaos ensued at that point as pistols and other weapons were drawn. Outnumbered and outgunned the party’s chances did not look good.

The battle only stopped when Hayleigh went down. With the rest of the party gravely injured, terms were offered and they were captured instead of killed. Thrown into the manor’s dungeons, it seemed that they were to be the only tenants… or were they?

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