Shadow's Search for Healing

After Shadow had updated Cressida Kroft on the potential of a brewing outbreak of disease, he hurried back north across town again. He knew that Wren's Wand of Remove Disease only had two charges left, and he worried that that wouldn't be nearly enough. He hoped that his old friend the Professor might be able to hook him up with more.

Infection

Feeling discouraged by their inability to crack the case of Horatio Plumbottom’s murder, the party tried to find some semblance of a normal routine. Much of their time was spent selling off the items they’d accumulated over the last few weeks of adventuring, and securing new items for themselves. The rest was spent restlessly playing cards and rehashing the meager clues they’d found at the murder scene.

Murder Most Foul

The days after Trinia’s botched execution were chaotic. The enraged Queen raised the royal bounty to 5000 Gold Sails for the capture of the King’s murderer, and the princely sum brought out hordes of new bounty hunters scouring the city for the missing artist. In addition to the typical assassins, mercenaries, and hopeful common citizens, some new figures joined the hunt: women clad in full plate armor, their faces hidden behind full-face helms, who claimed to be acting in the name of the Queen.

A Second Harrowing

Two days after the aborted execution, the party was preparing to bed down in Zellara’s home; it was dark, the night foggy and damp. “Did you hear that?” Wren suddenly asked. The hair on their arms and the back of their necks began to stand up, and the air in the room, already chill, grew frigid. The dust in the air began to swirl, and formed into a translucent figure – Zellara Esmeranda!

A Beautiful Day for an Execution

The party squinted as they emerged from the darkness of the Dead Warrens into the brilliant mid-day sunshine. They had managed to retrieve the body of the murdered Shoanti youth, Gaekhen, hopefully averting a war with the Shoanti. And they had finally confronted their mortal nemesis, Gaedren Lamm, whose body now lay beneath Gaekhen’s dismembered corpse.

Justice At Last

“Everybody ready?” Jax asked, getting nods from the rest of the group. He nodded back, then set off down the western corridor from the room they’d just searched. It quickly turned to the right, and he found himself looking into a large room, its ceiling soaring 20’ overhead. Against the far wall was a four-poster bed; near it were a dresser and a full-length mirror propped against one wall. A writing desk was against the near wall just to his right. But Jax didn’t see any of this. All he saw was the old man seated on the foot of the bed. It was a man he knew well, a man who had been the author of all the pain and suffering Jax had experienced in his short life. It was Gaedren Lamm.

Dance of Death

The ever-present stench of rot and death was wearing on Nat’s nerves. He felt as if he would never be able to wash it off him. Desperate for relief, he cast Prestidigitation, and the air around him took on the faint scent of roses. ‘Ahhh,’ he thought with a smile, ‘that’s better.’ Then a blubbery voice from the next room rumbled “Warm food!”, followed by “Oh shit – an otyugh!!!” from Jax. Maybe it wasn’t all that better after all.