Restmonth 17, 195, A-30. The party spent the day at the Specularum, Exploring, Guarding, and Adventuring Guild talking with Comrade Brace about our original contract and the possibility of the next adventure. We asked specifically about the wording on Master Nevah Helpin and if he was due a share. By paper it indicated that even in his death he would be entitled to a share to be bequeathed to his family should they come to claim it. If it is unclaimed in a year and a day, the funds would be returned to the party.
We talked about what to give and decided the original bounty of 35 crowns per person would be enough. So we shelved 280 crowns on the off chance someone did come and then discussed the possibility of vaulting our coin here for some time.
We sold off as many gems and jewels as we could (Fjord taking a few in exchange for his share of the coin), paid Thobar his funds for the adventure, and then we split up taking care of things around town. Now that we had a large pile of coins, most of us were not interested in sleeping in flop houses and common rooms. So we spent coin on better inns, taverns, drink, food, and entertainment.
A few days after we did arrive, a Master Rarely Helpin, Cousin of Nevah, did arrive and look for us. Comrade Brace arranged the introduction and we gave a sanitized description of Nevah’s time and eventual death, not mentioning the dragon. There was no body, much the shame, but we did give him the 280 crowns and Cara gave him one of Netherathraxus’ teeth as a momento (again, not mentioning we killed a dragon). He was a member of the thieves guild and had done work for SEGA for the last 8 years on and off. He offered his services for our next mission and after some discussion (Yandr was the lone dissenting vote) was invited to join us in 7 weeks.
We hit magic shops and smithies, commissioning weapons and clothes, shelling out money for salamander skin clothing to prevent them from burning. Fjord haunted the lower class sections of Specularum, engaging in petty theft when the opportunity arose. Twice he was successful, getting away with items and avoiding getting caught. It was his third time that he was captured, tried, placed in the Day Stocks for 9 days, and then had a “T” branded on the back of his right hand, and had to pay 46 crowns in fines and fees.
Hrimvir wrote scrolls, every day., The Half Orc found friendship and camaraderie from the other half breed who had been kicked out of the Broken Lands and Oenkmar for not being “orcish” enough. The ghetto was a place of refuge and safety for their kinds. He did drink, smoke, and even found a few beds to warm up to. With the Sutur/Thrym festival of Sword and Axe coming after Airmonth, he was practicing and training for some of the strongman contests that would occur those days.
Yandr returned home, where he gave his tired mother 250 crowns, commissioning the local builders to add another room on the back of her home for her. He then went to the Mage’s Guild where he lorded to his brother, one of the Adventurers who returned 5 years ago with the Prism Crown, that HE was well liked, HE helped kill a dragon, and HE was not reviled. Lannis Offop still belittled his younger brother and made up wild tales about his skills and prowess. After that Lannis fell deep in his cup and found as many places he could go where his paladinial oath would not bind him – and he could drink, smoke, drug, fuck, gamble, and fight until he grew tired, slept, and did it all again.
Carl spent some time at the Monastery, going over the old scrolls and records, schooling himself on the history of Slavery in the area. Until 3 generations ago, Karameikos partook in generational slavery. However laws were passed and now the slavery compacts dictated that slavery could not be impressed on a human or demi-human personage. Only a monstrous race. And sinceOenkmar and the Brokenlands were not recognized by the Confederacy of Kingdoms, most of the slaves were orcish, ogrish, kobold, and lizardman. Goblins were recognized through Jector for the last 30 years, so goblins were not a slave race in Karameikos. As a member of the Confederacy of Kingdoms, Jector had adopted the same rules and laws. However, there was still and underbelly of slavery, and rich and powerful houses still kept and traded in them.
Gun spent time at the local apothecary, where enough of the locals knew him as a member of the Assassin’s Guild. He enjoyed some leisure time, talking to the patrons and workers, making himself a part of the fabric of the place. Eventually an opportunity did come up, Seems an Ogden, a peddler who does some work for the guilds, had been running his mouth lately, talking to too many people he wasn’t supposed to. The guild offered Gun a chance to…fix…the Ogden problem, but Gun was unsure if he was going to be successful and after a few days, no hard feelings, turned the job down.
Cara during the Equinox went with the local grove to harvest misltetoe, and although she did manage to get 4 pieces, the job was harder than she had expected it to be and would have to try again in 6 months. She learned better her skills in riding Mahogany, her boar, and even picked up a wolfhound that she was able to spend the better part of the two months training.
As for Atlas? He went home to Yarra and his 2 kids, Alan and Ruby. He gave 100 crowns to his wife to put in the house coffers and spent much of the down time enjoying just being a husband and a dad. As for his 2 kids, Ruby (8), hadn’t shown any magical skill yet, but Atlas and Yarra were hopeful, so Atlas stuck another 50 crowns aside to help pay for Ruby’s apprenticeship should she turn 12 and show an aptitude for magic.
The weather warmed slowly and the snow receded. The ice on the Dyrian Sea melted and smaller ships plied the waters. On the 15th of Airmonth the first of the big Cogs left the quay to bring tradegoods east and west and for us, if we were going to do this next job, the time was coming soon.
It has been my pleasure to take you from the start to the end of B5, Horror on the Hill.
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