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<blockquote data-quote="Lwaxy" data-source="post: 6023588" data-attributes="member: 53286"><p>We were recently unable to schedule, but with module 3 still not out, it is probably a good thing. So to show we are still on it, here is the part of chapter 2 we already did. </p><p></p><p>------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>The next day was mostly business as usual, except that Randa told us about the guards and volunteer militia being boosted and even some outside mercenaries were brought in. Turned out the scouting attempt of the tattooed group that had been arrested due to our involvement had not been the only one, and the council seemed under the impression that a battle was coming up soon. With who or what exactly, Randa did not know. Cusbath, who joined us late that night, said that there had been a lot of cases of grave robbing lately. Too many to all go on the account of goblins, and some witnesses said they had seen shadowy figures a "normal size." He said that with some disdain, because normal, in most areas, means human sized, of course. Never mind that we make up a good part of the population now. It is a disgrace that even some dwarf and halfling citizens consider normal to be human sized. Bah!</p><p></p><p>So Cusbath was pressuring to go back to the sewers, to find out where the bodies are taken and thus find who was behind it all. Naturally, he assumed it to be some sinister cult, probably necromancers, and probably aiding our would be attackers. Discussions went back and forth, but in the end, it was decided that the city officials had other worries and we might as well look into it ourselves. </p><p></p><p>This time, we brought presents for the goblins. To our surprise, the former enemies, now united in one "kingdom" got along surprisingly well. Seemed they were tired of the fighting for a long time, but once it had become a tradition, they had been unable to stop. We were greeted very friendly and learned that they did deliver the last set of corpses as per the now dead Fat Rat's contract. They added the dead goblins to it, too. After all, they didn't want all the stiffs lying around stinking out the rooms and attracting diseases. The payment had been nice, too – all the new stuff, including some alchemist's fire and other minor magics the Rats had owned came from those payments. </p><p></p><p>The tunnels behind where the dead had been stored led to an abandoned part of the city's underground – storage areas for work materials, mostly – and from there up next to a mausoleum of an old abandoned graveyard our priest identified as Green Bough Cemetery. And before any of ye asks, no, we were not as foolish to venture into it at night. Seeing in the dark is all well and dandy, but as everyone knows some bad things only lurk at night, it was best to go there during the day, and do so above ground, too. And asides, we needed rest as it was late already. No point in missing a good night's sleep when ye can do stuff the next day, y'know?</p><p></p><p>Next morning we went there early – really early, the su was barely up. We wanted enough time with light to check things out. Turned out there were only 8 mausoleums, though the cemetery was big enough. Graves were disturbed and the first 2 mausoleums we checked were also empty. Necromancy was almost a certainty by now. </p><p></p><p>We found the mausoleum used to drop the bodies at. Strangely, this one was not empty, all the sarcophagi contained half mummified, half skeletal bodies. Save from evidence that the burlap sacks had been dragged around and a few footprints from a larger person or two, we didn't find anything. That, of course is the disadvantage of checking out things during the day. </p><p></p><p>While the others checked out the other mausoleums while we were here anyway, I tried to track whoever the goblins gave the bodies to. But I'm not that great a tracker, a skill I badly need to pick up considering it's useful to track bounty, too. When I heard some commotion from one of the mausoleums and rushed back, it turned out to be Warfart laughing out loud in front of the mausoleum, with the others trying to calm him down. Took a bit for them to explain that there had been wights inside, locked in by magic. They had tried to trick them into freeing them, but our warlock knew the arcane symbols on the ground for a binding ritual and so they didn't fall for the trick. After that, the wight had tried a different approach, giving them some info about the necromancers binding them and calling herself a "good wight fooled by destiny." Since that day, "fooled by destiny" is Thorian's phrase of choice when someone who is clearly guilty pretends to be innocent. </p><p></p><p>But they got some descriptions. A tall, slender pale, almost white man with only a ring of thin silver hair. A stocky, fat guy with a bushy mustache going up to his sidebuns, who constantly kept stroking it when thinking. Not much to go by, I thought, except that our priest seemed a bit disturbed by the fat guy's description. "Sounds like someone I know at the temple," he explained. "Can't be, can it?" he continued, talking to himself more or less after asking us to follow him to the Temple of Knowledge. He wanted to talk to the man there right away. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The man he was referring to was called Ober the Reader, an overseer of the scribes in the temple of knowledge, among other things. Cusbath described him as an effective, quiet man always on the look for new things to learn. Didn't sound to me like he'd be in with evil. We went straight to his office without waiting and came right in where he sent off a young acolyte with new orders for the temple storage. While he was surprised at us barging in, he was friendly enough and even made us some tea. Cusbath didn't jump right into it, but explained form the beginning what had happened lately. Me and Warfart were getting a bit impatient about that, but he later explained it was so Ober wouldn't attempt to explain several things away. </p><p></p><p>But he didn't even try. The man listened with polite interest, asked a few harmless questions – like why the guard wasn't looking into it – and seemed to find it somewhat amusing that his fellow priest thought him to be involved. "I'm in the area sometimes, yes. There is a tea house I love to go to. I even checked out the graveyard not too long ago, old burial sites have always interested me. But there were never any wights there, and I certainly have no desire to go there at night."</p><p></p><p>He sounded honest, yet the description, the way he stroked his mustache and all, fit very well. He then changed the topic to the guard being too busy. "Heard it might be the goblinoids setting in the mountains we might go up against. Could be a serious thing. Maybe the temple should prepare for the worst."</p><p></p><p>When we finally left, we were all unsure about the situation. Cusbath said he was almost convinced we had bothered the wrong guy, or that the wights had seen him and made it all up. However, he suggested someone stay behind and tail Ober for a while. And he looked at me when he said this. Of course. </p><p></p><p>What I hate most about being a bounty hunter is the waiting time. Sometimes, all ye do is wait for the one you are after to show up. It can be very boring. And asides, I had to tend to the bar. But Warfart volunteered to help out – he's a good barkeep if he wants to be, and he always wants to be if it means free drinks – so I had little excuse. Randa was supposed to be at a militia training this afternoon, something she volunteered for as she really likes shouting at recruits, and Cusbath said he wanted to check something in the temple's storage, although he didn't want to say what. </p><p></p><p>But what in the Nine Hells... it's not like anyone else of our group knew how to tail someone, anyway. I settled down in the inn across the temple – was time for lunch, anyway, a good, long dwarven lunch – and waited. Cusbath had said that it would be at least an hour before Ober would have time to go anywhere, and he was right. I was already in my 5th coffee – real brew, not the weakened stuff humans or elves like to drink – when I saw Ober leaving the temple. I later realized he could have sneaked out of one of the many back entrances, but Cusbath had been right about the habits of the man. On the way out, he was very friendly with everyone he met, shook hands and talked to some people. I waited until he was off the steps and into the crowd before I followed him. </p><p></p><p>That's one advantage of being smaller than most in your environment. You don't get noticed so easily by the big folk as long as you keep a low profile. Humans and especially elves who aren't used to dealing with us or halflings or gnomes much just tend to look at their eye height for any shadows. They might look down occasionally, but if they do so, they look down at a specific angle, and to the side of the road and right over the heads of those following closely. So, if ya ever have to tail a human or elf and you are small, stick close. If ya follow any small folk, no matter yer size it will be much more difficult, naturally. </p><p></p><p>Ober didn't do anything suspicious, save visiting a brothel for a few hours, but I seriously believe it was on behalf of a faithful. While following him, I bought a bunch of small things I didn't really need, just to have an excuse to stay close to him. I noticed he didn't seem to be in any sort of hurry. Not at all like a man who is worried to be found out, or who needs to warn his companions.</p><p></p><p>Late in the afternoon, he returned to the temple. I waited around for a bit, considering the option to stay the night and probably make sure somehow that he wouldn't leave through a back door. That's when Cusbath came out of the temple, knowing where I'd wait. He looked worried. Turned out he had spent the afternoon trying to trace what Ober had been doing in the temple and elsewhere lately. Nothing seemed suspicious but one thing. The man had ordered an awful lot or burial sacks for the temple to help the poor bury their dead. Burlap sacks like we had found the stolen bodies in. There had been no epidemic or other causes to need so many sacks, and strangely enough, the temple storage showed the usual number. If that wasn't suspicious, I don't know what was. Cusbath said we would need to keep the guy under permanent observation now. </p><p></p><p>Later, the other joined us. Randa was confirming that the goblinoids were likely to be preparing for war, and Thorian had done some digging around for information about any cabal of necromancers. He didn't have that much, save for the rumors about a secret group called Grey Society, which was believed to be involved into research about life and death – which usually involved necromancy. But as you likely know, Freeport if full of such rumors and real and imagined secret societies and cults. Such information may mean anything or nothing. The only tangible clue in all of it was the name of a rich woman supposedly involved with it. Kalynn Drummbach. </p><p></p><p>Now that name stood for business efficiency and for the tendency of larger businesses swallowing up the smaller ones. That woman owned a lot of business ventures in the city, not all of them legal as it was said, but other than that, we knew nothing of her. She wasn't involved with inns or restaurants so I never had had a reason to investigate. It seemed weird that such a woman, who came from a simple family and supposedly had no magical talent to be involved with anything like we were looking for. She also was not the type to mess around with. No, our best bet was Ober, so we decided to keep a watch that night. Our only worry was that we'd be split up in case he'd come out of one door and there was no way to alert the others. But then, Freeport was usually busy to way after midnight, and all we wanted was to observe anyway, and one would be efficient to do that. </p><p></p><p>But the night passed, too, without anything happening. Cusbath finally went to bed in the morning hours, saying he would make sure the back entrances would be locked and the keys misplaced so we would now only have to watch the main portal. That job, this time, fell to Randa, so I hurried home to the Mermaid to catch some dreams. </p><p></p><p>I woke the next day at my usual time and went about inn business until Thorian came in, saying that this morning he had almost lost Ober but managed to follow him to that tea house he had mentioned. Earl's Garden it was called, and it appeared to be a nice, bright, well liked tea house with lots of customers, set in the ruins of an ancient building. He said he had been about to go in and talk to Ober in a "wanted to check the place out" sort of way, but then he saw Kalynn Drummbach go in. He knew it was her because his arcane mentor had done some minor magical stuff for her a few months ago where he had assisted. While he doubted she would remember him, he saw her sitting down with Ober. A bit later, a tall pale man fitting the description the wights gave of the other necromancer joined them, and then they got up and vanished into the back of the building. It seemed clear that the tea house served as a meeting point for those we were looking for. </p><p></p><p>So now, we were watching a location, not a person. Which can still be boring, but at least there is no chance of it getting away. It took us another day of watching to notice several influential people seemingly involved with this Grey Society. Including the city councilor who had alerted the city to a possible goblinoid threat. This seemed not to fit in, because at that point we considered the creating of so many undead to be a preparation for the necros to take over Freeport. The goblinoid thread was not imagined, Randa could confirm that and we had seen the scouts of the barbarian tribes probably working with them. The only explanation we could come up with was that the necros had somehow staged the war, to weaken both sides and be able to collect the spoils. Dangerous, and not very clever in our eyes, but then, we were talking people who messed with life and death. </p><p></p><p>We eventually decided to abandon our watch and make plans to check out the tea house. Under a bit of influence of ale and frax – some local liquor the gnomes make – we decided to get a good night's and day's rest and then go in the next night in the early morning hours. At night was no good, going against things that might have an advantage then, and we sure didn't want any innocent customers involved in a probable fight. We also decided to alert the goblins to watch the way into the sewers, as we didn't want anyone to escape, or in case we'd need reinforcements. Lucky for us, the Slergrad Kingdom readily agreed after we brought them some more presents, including some of the ale and frax.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lwaxy, post: 6023588, member: 53286"] We were recently unable to schedule, but with module 3 still not out, it is probably a good thing. So to show we are still on it, here is the part of chapter 2 we already did. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The next day was mostly business as usual, except that Randa told us about the guards and volunteer militia being boosted and even some outside mercenaries were brought in. Turned out the scouting attempt of the tattooed group that had been arrested due to our involvement had not been the only one, and the council seemed under the impression that a battle was coming up soon. With who or what exactly, Randa did not know. Cusbath, who joined us late that night, said that there had been a lot of cases of grave robbing lately. Too many to all go on the account of goblins, and some witnesses said they had seen shadowy figures a "normal size." He said that with some disdain, because normal, in most areas, means human sized, of course. Never mind that we make up a good part of the population now. It is a disgrace that even some dwarf and halfling citizens consider normal to be human sized. Bah! So Cusbath was pressuring to go back to the sewers, to find out where the bodies are taken and thus find who was behind it all. Naturally, he assumed it to be some sinister cult, probably necromancers, and probably aiding our would be attackers. Discussions went back and forth, but in the end, it was decided that the city officials had other worries and we might as well look into it ourselves. This time, we brought presents for the goblins. To our surprise, the former enemies, now united in one "kingdom" got along surprisingly well. Seemed they were tired of the fighting for a long time, but once it had become a tradition, they had been unable to stop. We were greeted very friendly and learned that they did deliver the last set of corpses as per the now dead Fat Rat's contract. They added the dead goblins to it, too. After all, they didn't want all the stiffs lying around stinking out the rooms and attracting diseases. The payment had been nice, too – all the new stuff, including some alchemist's fire and other minor magics the Rats had owned came from those payments. The tunnels behind where the dead had been stored led to an abandoned part of the city's underground – storage areas for work materials, mostly – and from there up next to a mausoleum of an old abandoned graveyard our priest identified as Green Bough Cemetery. And before any of ye asks, no, we were not as foolish to venture into it at night. Seeing in the dark is all well and dandy, but as everyone knows some bad things only lurk at night, it was best to go there during the day, and do so above ground, too. And asides, we needed rest as it was late already. No point in missing a good night's sleep when ye can do stuff the next day, y'know? Next morning we went there early – really early, the su was barely up. We wanted enough time with light to check things out. Turned out there were only 8 mausoleums, though the cemetery was big enough. Graves were disturbed and the first 2 mausoleums we checked were also empty. Necromancy was almost a certainty by now. We found the mausoleum used to drop the bodies at. Strangely, this one was not empty, all the sarcophagi contained half mummified, half skeletal bodies. Save from evidence that the burlap sacks had been dragged around and a few footprints from a larger person or two, we didn't find anything. That, of course is the disadvantage of checking out things during the day. While the others checked out the other mausoleums while we were here anyway, I tried to track whoever the goblins gave the bodies to. But I'm not that great a tracker, a skill I badly need to pick up considering it's useful to track bounty, too. When I heard some commotion from one of the mausoleums and rushed back, it turned out to be Warfart laughing out loud in front of the mausoleum, with the others trying to calm him down. Took a bit for them to explain that there had been wights inside, locked in by magic. They had tried to trick them into freeing them, but our warlock knew the arcane symbols on the ground for a binding ritual and so they didn't fall for the trick. After that, the wight had tried a different approach, giving them some info about the necromancers binding them and calling herself a "good wight fooled by destiny." Since that day, "fooled by destiny" is Thorian's phrase of choice when someone who is clearly guilty pretends to be innocent. But they got some descriptions. A tall, slender pale, almost white man with only a ring of thin silver hair. A stocky, fat guy with a bushy mustache going up to his sidebuns, who constantly kept stroking it when thinking. Not much to go by, I thought, except that our priest seemed a bit disturbed by the fat guy's description. "Sounds like someone I know at the temple," he explained. "Can't be, can it?" he continued, talking to himself more or less after asking us to follow him to the Temple of Knowledge. He wanted to talk to the man there right away. The man he was referring to was called Ober the Reader, an overseer of the scribes in the temple of knowledge, among other things. Cusbath described him as an effective, quiet man always on the look for new things to learn. Didn't sound to me like he'd be in with evil. We went straight to his office without waiting and came right in where he sent off a young acolyte with new orders for the temple storage. While he was surprised at us barging in, he was friendly enough and even made us some tea. Cusbath didn't jump right into it, but explained form the beginning what had happened lately. Me and Warfart were getting a bit impatient about that, but he later explained it was so Ober wouldn't attempt to explain several things away. But he didn't even try. The man listened with polite interest, asked a few harmless questions – like why the guard wasn't looking into it – and seemed to find it somewhat amusing that his fellow priest thought him to be involved. "I'm in the area sometimes, yes. There is a tea house I love to go to. I even checked out the graveyard not too long ago, old burial sites have always interested me. But there were never any wights there, and I certainly have no desire to go there at night." He sounded honest, yet the description, the way he stroked his mustache and all, fit very well. He then changed the topic to the guard being too busy. "Heard it might be the goblinoids setting in the mountains we might go up against. Could be a serious thing. Maybe the temple should prepare for the worst." When we finally left, we were all unsure about the situation. Cusbath said he was almost convinced we had bothered the wrong guy, or that the wights had seen him and made it all up. However, he suggested someone stay behind and tail Ober for a while. And he looked at me when he said this. Of course. What I hate most about being a bounty hunter is the waiting time. Sometimes, all ye do is wait for the one you are after to show up. It can be very boring. And asides, I had to tend to the bar. But Warfart volunteered to help out – he's a good barkeep if he wants to be, and he always wants to be if it means free drinks – so I had little excuse. Randa was supposed to be at a militia training this afternoon, something she volunteered for as she really likes shouting at recruits, and Cusbath said he wanted to check something in the temple's storage, although he didn't want to say what. But what in the Nine Hells... it's not like anyone else of our group knew how to tail someone, anyway. I settled down in the inn across the temple – was time for lunch, anyway, a good, long dwarven lunch – and waited. Cusbath had said that it would be at least an hour before Ober would have time to go anywhere, and he was right. I was already in my 5th coffee – real brew, not the weakened stuff humans or elves like to drink – when I saw Ober leaving the temple. I later realized he could have sneaked out of one of the many back entrances, but Cusbath had been right about the habits of the man. On the way out, he was very friendly with everyone he met, shook hands and talked to some people. I waited until he was off the steps and into the crowd before I followed him. That's one advantage of being smaller than most in your environment. You don't get noticed so easily by the big folk as long as you keep a low profile. Humans and especially elves who aren't used to dealing with us or halflings or gnomes much just tend to look at their eye height for any shadows. They might look down occasionally, but if they do so, they look down at a specific angle, and to the side of the road and right over the heads of those following closely. So, if ya ever have to tail a human or elf and you are small, stick close. If ya follow any small folk, no matter yer size it will be much more difficult, naturally. Ober didn't do anything suspicious, save visiting a brothel for a few hours, but I seriously believe it was on behalf of a faithful. While following him, I bought a bunch of small things I didn't really need, just to have an excuse to stay close to him. I noticed he didn't seem to be in any sort of hurry. Not at all like a man who is worried to be found out, or who needs to warn his companions. Late in the afternoon, he returned to the temple. I waited around for a bit, considering the option to stay the night and probably make sure somehow that he wouldn't leave through a back door. That's when Cusbath came out of the temple, knowing where I'd wait. He looked worried. Turned out he had spent the afternoon trying to trace what Ober had been doing in the temple and elsewhere lately. Nothing seemed suspicious but one thing. The man had ordered an awful lot or burial sacks for the temple to help the poor bury their dead. Burlap sacks like we had found the stolen bodies in. There had been no epidemic or other causes to need so many sacks, and strangely enough, the temple storage showed the usual number. If that wasn't suspicious, I don't know what was. Cusbath said we would need to keep the guy under permanent observation now. Later, the other joined us. Randa was confirming that the goblinoids were likely to be preparing for war, and Thorian had done some digging around for information about any cabal of necromancers. He didn't have that much, save for the rumors about a secret group called Grey Society, which was believed to be involved into research about life and death – which usually involved necromancy. But as you likely know, Freeport if full of such rumors and real and imagined secret societies and cults. Such information may mean anything or nothing. The only tangible clue in all of it was the name of a rich woman supposedly involved with it. Kalynn Drummbach. Now that name stood for business efficiency and for the tendency of larger businesses swallowing up the smaller ones. That woman owned a lot of business ventures in the city, not all of them legal as it was said, but other than that, we knew nothing of her. She wasn't involved with inns or restaurants so I never had had a reason to investigate. It seemed weird that such a woman, who came from a simple family and supposedly had no magical talent to be involved with anything like we were looking for. She also was not the type to mess around with. No, our best bet was Ober, so we decided to keep a watch that night. Our only worry was that we'd be split up in case he'd come out of one door and there was no way to alert the others. But then, Freeport was usually busy to way after midnight, and all we wanted was to observe anyway, and one would be efficient to do that. But the night passed, too, without anything happening. Cusbath finally went to bed in the morning hours, saying he would make sure the back entrances would be locked and the keys misplaced so we would now only have to watch the main portal. That job, this time, fell to Randa, so I hurried home to the Mermaid to catch some dreams. I woke the next day at my usual time and went about inn business until Thorian came in, saying that this morning he had almost lost Ober but managed to follow him to that tea house he had mentioned. Earl's Garden it was called, and it appeared to be a nice, bright, well liked tea house with lots of customers, set in the ruins of an ancient building. He said he had been about to go in and talk to Ober in a "wanted to check the place out" sort of way, but then he saw Kalynn Drummbach go in. He knew it was her because his arcane mentor had done some minor magical stuff for her a few months ago where he had assisted. While he doubted she would remember him, he saw her sitting down with Ober. A bit later, a tall pale man fitting the description the wights gave of the other necromancer joined them, and then they got up and vanished into the back of the building. It seemed clear that the tea house served as a meeting point for those we were looking for. So now, we were watching a location, not a person. Which can still be boring, but at least there is no chance of it getting away. It took us another day of watching to notice several influential people seemingly involved with this Grey Society. Including the city councilor who had alerted the city to a possible goblinoid threat. This seemed not to fit in, because at that point we considered the creating of so many undead to be a preparation for the necros to take over Freeport. The goblinoid thread was not imagined, Randa could confirm that and we had seen the scouts of the barbarian tribes probably working with them. The only explanation we could come up with was that the necros had somehow staged the war, to weaken both sides and be able to collect the spoils. Dangerous, and not very clever in our eyes, but then, we were talking people who messed with life and death. We eventually decided to abandon our watch and make plans to check out the tea house. Under a bit of influence of ale and frax – some local liquor the gnomes make – we decided to get a good night's and day's rest and then go in the next night in the early morning hours. At night was no good, going against things that might have an advantage then, and we sure didn't want any innocent customers involved in a probable fight. We also decided to alert the goblins to watch the way into the sewers, as we didn't want anyone to escape, or in case we'd need reinforcements. Lucky for us, the Slergrad Kingdom readily agreed after we brought them some more presents, including some of the ale and frax. [/QUOTE]
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