Session Seven: Reptiles and Royal Jelly
DM Note: Assigning the Blame - The following writeups will contain spoilers for Green Ronin's
Terror in Freeport and "Thirds of Purloined Vellum" from Dungeon #88. Details have been changed to protect the guilty. Any other plotlines running through the narrative are my own fault.
Di'Fier
The wild-haired halfling stood behind Dru and Di'fier, clasping and unclasping his hands. "You will come back if you have more questions, yes? So few people want to know about the walking dead..." The pair looked at each other, then gave the old man matching sickly grins and nods.
"My head feels like it's had a tanglefoot bag stuffed inside it," the elven Watch-sergeant complained as they made their escape from the sage's house.
"Well," her lanky human partner said, "they did say he was eccentric. And he certainly knew what he was talking about. This information ought to help out the guards if these undead problems continue. Maybe we can get a bulk discount on holy water."
"All right. While you go talk to the captain, I need to see Spruce. I need him to do a little research for me." Dru seemed nervous, eyes roaming, searching out rooftops and shadowed alleyways.
Di'Fier frowned. "Is it about that rose you found?" His partner just nodded. "All right. I'll meet you at the Rusty Lantern before duty."
Dru
It feels almost strange to be back on patrol, the elf thought to herself.
Maybe we should get suspended again - we got a lot more done that week. Still, it's good to have the badge and the Watch backing again. Her reverie was interrupted by the ringing of steel on steel. A fight, and not a small one. She shot a quick grin at her partner and drew her blade, even as Di'Fier summoned the ghostly protective force of his
mage armor. As one, the pair charged forward.
What they saw was a clearly unequal fight - a trio of ruffians surrounding a burly scimitar-weilding warrior - obviously a bodyguard - and his charge, a slight older man struggling to draw his dagger despite the encumbrance of the large satchel slung over his shoulder. The bodyguard was making a valiant effort to hold off the thugs, but they had him distracted from the new threat - a group of three more ruffians emerging from an alley and heading towards the pair!
Dru's feet flew over the cobblestones. "Beware, behind you!" she shouted to the merchant, but her warning alerted her target as well, who spun and parried her initial thrust, then counterattacked. Only her long years of practice allowed her to defect the short blade that slashed out at her throat. Only moments behind her, Di'Fier charged in to meet a foe that was ready for him - ready enough to block the warrior-mage's massive blade, at least.
Meanwhile, one of the new attackers slid along the alley wall, blade in hand. With a startled yelp the merchant turned to confront him, but the older man's reflexes were not as fast as the Freeport thug's, and the man's blade sank deep into the merchant's gut, dropping him to the stony street. The man's bodyguard roared in anger, but the press of attackers kept him on the defensive. Working together, the thugs flanked him, trading opportunities to open deep wounds in the man's flesh. A dagger spun from one of the attackers towards Dru, but the magic of her buckler allowed her to swat it from the air like an annoying insect.
In the press of bodies, Dru could barely see what was happening to the merchant. Her blade found purchase in flesh, somewhere, as she lashed out around her. Then, from the crowd, she heard a voice: "We've got it! Come on!" followed by running feet. Like a harbor mist on a windy day, the crowd of attackers began to disperse in all directions, some leaving trails of blood to mark their passage. Only the pair engaged in tormenting the bodyguard remained - if one broke, the man would be quick to finish off the other.
Dru growled and spun, reaching into her belt pouch as she ran after the thief with the satchel. She could hear Di'Fier behind her fumbling with his bow, and then her fingers found what they were looking for - a glass vial containing an elixir of
invisibility. Without stopping, she pulled the stopper with her teeth and gulped the liquid down as she ran. An arrow whistled past her but missed the running thief.
Dru gritted her teeth and pushed herself to run faster, to keep the thief in sight. Her rapier was clenched in her hand as she leaned into her run, throwing caution to the wind. She was gaining on him. The terrified thief looked behind him at the sound of footsteps, but saw nobody, and ran all the faster for it. But not fast enough.
The thief pitched forward, sliding off of Dru's blade before she could even come to a stop. The satchel flew from his hand, sailing a few feet away before impacting with a disturbing sound of shattering crockery.
That did not sound good, Dru thought to herself, retrieving the leather bag.
I hope it wasn't too important. Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she ducked around the corner to return to the fray from the other side.
Di'Fier
Di'Fier pulled his blade free of the thug just as the man's companion sank his dagger deep into the bodyguard's side. Seeing that his friend was down, the man spun and dashed away at top speed. Di'Fier set his sword down and knelt by the dying man's side. "Hang on," he said. Was that a flicker of understanding in the eyes? His hand finally found the vial of healing potion, and he flicked the stopper from its mouth, pouring it into the man's throat.
Seems I'm doing this a lot lately, the young Watchman thought to himself as the man started to revive.
I'd better see to the merchant, too...
As he thought that, Dru came around the corner bearing the satchel. She squatted by the merchant. "Drink this." The merchant stared up at her, uncomprehending until she pressed the potion vial on him. "He dropped it. I heard something break." The elf sighed. "The quality of thugs in this city is going downhill." Helping the merchant and his bodyguard to their feet, the pair escorted them to the Black Rose, a nearby inn.
"So, what were they after?" Di'Fier asked the man - Kathkallan, he had called himself - after they were seated around one of the Rose's more secluded tables.
In response, the merchant opened his satchel, and sighed. "It seems one of my jars broke..." Looking back at them, he said, "This satchel represents my entire fortune - jars of a substance called royal jelly. Have you heard of it?" The Watchmen indicated that they had not. "Well, it is made by giant bees...they feed it to certain young bees to make then into queens."
Dru nodded sagely. "I can see where that would sell well."
"Actually, I had signed a contract with a cosmeticist...well...maybe that is not the best place to start," the merchant wavered. "I was retracing the steps of my journeyman, Galliad, when I was attacked. He's vanished, and he's taken my contacts with him."
Di'Fier shook his head. "Wait...what contracts?"
"I had negotiated an exclusive contract with Arrasti cosmetics to buy these jars - the first product of my hives. They were to pay me..." he lowered his voice. "Four thousand pieces of gold." The shock on the Watchmen's face only deepened when he added: "Per jar. But without the contract, he has me - he won't give me anywhere near that price, and I have no way to enforce it. But if I sell to someone else, he can produce his own copy of contract and not only will I lose the sale and be fined, but he will be able to buy it from the city for a pittance." The merchant set the satchel down carefully at his feet. "Then there was the other contract, as well."
"Other contract?" Di'Fier asked.
How much worse could this get?
"For vanilla beans. I bought an option to purchase them for a hundred pieces of gold per pound some time ago."
The guardsmen looked at each other.
Vanilla beans? Again? The merchant had already continued.
"...now selling for more than twice that, so you can see that I would stand to lose a great deal without that contract." The merchant sighed. "I must ask you to help me. Find my journeyman and recover the contracts, please!"
"We'll do what we can, sir," Di'Fier assured him as the Watchmen took their leave.
Dru
Dru walked the streets quietly next to her partner, mulling over the merchant's plight.
Someone has to have those contracts, she thought,
and I'll just bet it's whoever hired those thugs. I wonder if the assistant ran off with them?
Out of the darkness ahead came another bobbing lantern. Dru's elven eyes were able to pick out the two watchmen who accompanied it long before any of the others could see each other.
"Kliege, Davos," she greeted them, and enjoyed seeing them start with surprise. "Anything exciting?"
Davos, always the loquacious one, grunted. His partner was more forthcoming. "Not a lot," he said, pulling out a hand-rolled cigarette and lighting it from his lantern's flame. "Find any dead bodies? We had one."
"Oh yeah?" asked Di'Fier. "Not a young guy by any chance, short hair, from out of town?"
"Nah, old lady. This girl was with her, she talked real funny - just says back what you say to her. Like an echo."
Dru nodded. "We met her. Did she seem like she was grieving?"
"...she seemed scared." There was a long moment of silence, then the other Watchman gave a shrug. "We took her down to the station, gave her some soup, tried to get her to talk for a while, then we let her go." He pinched out his smoke and saved the dog-end for later. As he turned to go, he paused. "So who's this stiff you were askin' about?"
"A missing journeyman," Di'Fier said. "First time in the city, he up and vanished. His master's looking for him."
Davos snorted. "Check the brothels." He and Kliege shared a chuckle, and walked back into the night.
Dru turned to her partner. "So...you want to go to a whorehouse, Di'Fier?"
Di'Fier
"That's the last one on our beat," Di'Fier sighed as he and Dru exited the
Jolly Roger, "And none of them have seen this missing journeyman."
"It's about time to end our shift anyway," said his partner. "Lets head back to headquarters and check in. The Captain's probably got a new reason to yell at us."
A walk of only a few minutes brought them through the deserted, rain-slick streets to the Watch headquarters. As soon as they entered, they were hailed by the desk sergeant. "Someone's waitin' for you two. He's in the back."
"What now?" asked Di'Fier as they headed to the waiting room. "We didn't upset anyone...you don't suppose it's Kathkallan, do you?"
"No idea," said Dru, pushing the door open. "It could be...
Brother Egil?!"
Indeed, the blonde priest of the God of Knowledge was seated in the room, a worried expression on his face - a face which lit up as Dru and Di'Fier entered the room. "We don't get
that reaction much," muttered Di'fier.
"Dru, Di'Fier! I'm so glad I found you." The priest reached forward to clasp each of their hands in both of his own. "I must speak with you...about the matter in which you aided me a short time ago. Is there a place where we can talk privately?"
Di'Fier nudged the door closed with his foot, and sat down. "Here's fine, nobody will bother us."
"Very well." The cleric took a deep breath, and then his words came rushing out like a wave. "It is Lucius, again - or rather, it was Lucius that led to me discovering what I did. He has had much trouble readjusting - first the possession, then the kidnapping...I am sure you understand. Lately, he has been getting worse - even going so far as to have fainting spells as he works at his desk." The cleric sank back into his chair and looked around the room as if to reassure himself that nobody was listening in.
"Whenever he has a spell," Egil continued, "one of is takes him home. Last night it was my turn. I put him to bed and sat down to rest a moment. I must have fallen asleep, but suddenly I was wide awake. I opened my eyes, carefully, and in the darkness I could see movement."
Dru and Di'Fier leaned forward to catch the priest's next words.
"The shape was not human. I could smell it as well - it smelled like..." Egil paused, reaching for the words. "...like water on rocks. Like a cave. Or a serpent."
The Watchmen exchanged glances as Egil went on. "It searched the room, looking through Lucious' drawers, examining his books. I had no idea what it could possibly want - our order takes a vow of poverty, so Lucius had nothing to steal. Finally, it seemed to find what it wanted - a scroll of some sort, which it hid in its cape as it left. I haven't been able to tell Lucius about it at all - I fear it would only worsen his condition - but I knew that you two must be told."
Egil took another deep, shaky breath. "I do not believe that the Council is truly cleaning out those caverns. Milos was able to convince our entire order that he was human - who knows how many other shapes he may have taken, or how many more of these snake-men are in the city today? My friends, please, I beg of you: find out what is going on at the temple, uncover what these snake-men want in Freeport."
Di'Fier nodded. "We will, Egil. I've heard that Verlaine's men are guarding the temple now..."
"That is so," Egil confirmed. "I have been by myself to see the site, and they were there. Three of them. I also made some inquiries around town, and tracked down a place where Milos took a room. It is in the Marquis Moon, in the Old City. He called himself 'Devlin' when he rented it. Perhaps there will be something there..."
Dru nodded. "We'll check it out first thing tomorrow morning," she promised as she and Di'Fier rose from their seats. Dryly, she added: "Maybe we can even get suspended again." The elf chuckled at Egil's wince, and led him out the door.
Next time: Missing Persons and Missing Hearts
Dru and Di'Fier conduct a pair of investigations: one official and one not - but the discovery of a body with a missing heart throws a new twist into their searches.