Battle Royale

Wren was casting healing spells on Erin and Tomas, helping them to recover after the ambush outside the elevator doors, while Jax gulped healing potions he was looting from the dead cultists’ bodies. The enemy had clearly been expecting their arrival, and this was just the beginning. In the room to the north, which looked like some sort of Queen’s Physicians’ locker room, Nat pulled down one of the bird-like masks hanging from a peg on the wall, and clumsily pulled it over his head. “That’s a good look for you!” Girrigz said with a laugh, but Nat wasn’t dissuaded. “These things make you immune to Blood Veil,” Nat said seriously. “I’ve got a feeling that could come in handy before this is all done.” Grizz cocked his head in thought, then shrugged and pulled on a mask of his own. Better safe (and silly looking) than sorry.

Something Rotten in Korvosa

“Well this is just great,” Erin muttered, looking back and forth between the dead body slung between her and Tomas and the note tacked to their door. The body was one of the Queen’s Physicians, one of several they had just slaughtered, along with a number of the Queen’s personal guard, the Gray Maidens. And the note said that Field Marshall Kroft wanted to see them – now. As a paladin of Iomedae, she felt like she’d been skirting the line of ‘lawful’ behavior lately, but she was pretty sure that murdering healers was somewhere on the other side of it. She scowled at Grizz, who had gotten them into this mess; he saw her looking at him and gave her a big wink and a toothy smile that made her skin crawl.

Stir The Pot

As the party left the Gray District after questioning the dead elf again, they felt as confused and unsatisfied as they had in weeks. People were dying all around them, and they had no more idea what to do about it than they had when the plague started. “I thought you assholes were supposed to be finding a cure for this shit,” Girrigz snarled. The others just continued walking in silence, heads down; they had no response.

More Questions Than Answers

“This is what we get for trying to do someone a favor,” Nat thought as he blasted a zombie with a Force Missile. “Some pretty girl shows up looking for help to find her missing brother, and the next thing you know…” Now they were in a zombie-infested mansion, with some crazy elf-girl trying to kill them. Nat thought he’d turned the tables on her when he used See Invisibility to spot her, but then she’d somehow spun and tumbled past both Jax and him, leaped over the 2^nd-floor balustrade, and disappeared into the cloud of poisonous smoke obscuring the first floor below. Trusting that Jax could finish off the zombie he’d just zapped, Nat rushed for the stairs, figuring the biggest danger was now downstairs; Shadow followed, hot on his heels. Jax lived up to their trust; his blade cut the zombie down, her mask falling aside to reveal an elegant matron nearly a week dead.

The Case of the Missing Musician

Wren, Erin, and Tomas were relishing some (almost) alone time. The others had gone off on some hare-brained pursuit of the Queen’s Physicians. Wren and Tomas didn’t see what that could possibly accomplish – the Physicians were just trying to help people after all – so they’d returned to Zellara’s. They hadn’t realized how cramped this place was with six people living in it (seven since the arrival of Girrigz), and now they were enjoying being able stretch out and take a little mid-day nap.