Into the Dead Warrens

Korvosa’s vast graveyard, a region known as the Gray District, is a mournful place even by day. The district is alone in being a place of quiet and calm in the face of the recent civil unrest, yet there is an unnatural stillness in the air, almost as if the graveyard were preparing for a vast influx of new dead. Nowhere is this ominous feeling more noticeable than in Potter’s Ward, the final resting ground for Korvosa’s poor and homeless. Mounds of unmarked dirt stretch far and wide, indicating sites of mass graves, while crumbling mausoleums from years ago, abandoned by their families as the Gray District expanded to the west, dot the bleak landscape, forgotten and empty. Mourners do not visit here, for the dead buried in Potter’s Ward leave behind few who regret their passing.

The Dead Warrens

As word began to spread that King Eodred's assassin had been captured, Korvosa again returned to some semblance of normalcy, and the party began to think about moving on with their lives. But a week later, there was another knock on Zellara’s door, and once again it was a Korvosan Guardsman summoning them to a meeting with Field Marshall Kroft.

Shingles Chase

When Cressida Kroft finally composed herself after reading Lord Amprei's steamy love letters, she got up and closed the door to her office. Her face was solemn. “You’ve doubtless heard the proclamations that the King was murdered, and the reward for the capture of his killer. I wish the Queen hadn’t felt like she had to handle this herself. We could have quietly arrested this Trinia Sabor without alarming the city, but this bounty hunt threatens to ignite the riots all over again. This city is still a powder keg, and all it would take is someone “arresting” the wrong man’s sister or girlfriend to set it off. Do you have any idea how many abused young blondes have already been brought in for the reward? And that’s assuming they don’t decide to just lynch her on the spot. What’s more, my men have already turned away two different bands of adventurers, trying to enter the city to join the bounty hunt. The last thing we need is a bunch of armed outsiders making trouble. How they found out about the bounty so quickly is anybody’s guess.

Knivesies!

Shadow strolled down the gangplank onto the gambling barge, The Twin Tigers, with Erin on one arm and Wren on the other. They’d come to Eel’s End to try to gain an audience with the crime lord who ran it, Devargo Barvasi, but this was way more fun than he’d anticipated. He ducked his head to enter one of the low huts on the deck of the barge. Inside was a riot of noise and color: spinning wheels, clattering dice, jingling coins, and raucous laughter. He pulled out a gold piece and flipped it carelessly onto a roulette table; it landed on red and he let it ride. The wheel spun, the ball clattered, and landed, of course, on red. He swept up his winnings and prepared to bet again, but Erin’s sharp elbow brought him back to the mission at hand.

Conspiracy Theories

The party had been criss-crossing Korvosa all day, chasing obscure clues from Zeeva Foxglove’s mysterious Harrow reading. They weren’t really sure what was going on, but they had a growing suspicion that the Sczarni fortune teller who had performed Zeeva’s reading, Jaelle Goldtooth, might be planning to poison people at Zeeva’s Green Market. They had finally arrived at the Green Market, and most of the group began methodically making their way up the aisles, looking for the Chelish diplomat, Lord Amprei, who might or might not be a target, or anything else suspicious (although they weren’t really sure what ‘suspicious’ might look like).

Nat, however, had no time to waste on ‘methodical’. Instead, he ran full speed through the market, screaming “DON’T EAT THE BLONDBERRIES!” at the top of his lungs. He suddenly did a double take. He had just run past Zeeva Foxglove, who was staring at him in open-mouthed horror as he ordered her customers not to eat her produce. Standing next to her was Lord Amprei, just reaching his hand towards a bin of fat, juicy blondberries. And standing beside Lord Amprei was a large Shoanti man. Tomas spotted the Shoanti about the same time, and recalled that one of the actors at the Kendall Amphitheater had sold Goldtooth a packet of Dust of Illusion, which she had wanted so she could “look like a Shoanti”. As they watched, the Shoanti drew one hand out of his pocket, and made a surreptitious sprinkling motion over the bin of blondberries that Lord Amprei was reaching for.

Magical Mystery Tour

“I’ll tell you everything!” Maximos said earnestly. After the party had defeated the ankhegs in the Kendall Amphitheater, the actor had continued hitting on Wren, but at the first mention of a “fortune teller”, he’d suddenly become evasive and defensive. Wren had lost patience with the pompous ass, and cast a Truth Telling spell on him. “What do you know about a fortune teller?” she demanded.