Due to popular demand! Ok two people
. I'll post the next part of my Witchfire Trilogy Journals
The following is the short adventure "Fool's Errand" that takes place before Part II. Enjoy!
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Friday, March 21st, 603 AR
“A Death in the family”
A tragedy has occurred. Our friend Cromwell is dead, killed at the hands of a gang of thugs who sought to possess a powerful weapon, a Steamjack!
Cromwell and I clashed on several occasions but it seemed recently that he had begun to change his tune. He was gradually loosing his larcenous views and beginning to take an interest in this city and its people. Even Father Darius told me that he believed that Cromwell was on his way to becoming a better man, and that is saying a lot considering the Priest and the Elf did not see eye to eye very often, if ever. His wry smile, camaraderie and battle prowess will be sorely missed. Rest in peace Cromwell, may you find what you were seeking in life, at last in death.
It all began yesterday morning when we met at the Church of Morrow. It had been over a week since I had last seen my companions and I was eager to hear what they had been up to. They told me that they had been investigating a series of bizarre murders. The victims had been all drained of blood and a Vampyre was suspected. I laughed at this knowing full well that Vampyres are but creatures from children’s stories. Anyway they explained that the murderer was a half-bat, half-human hybrid and unfortunately it had gotten away. All attempts to find the creature, or a beggar that Cromwell believed was the creature, have proven to be futile. I did have some good news to offer as I passed the proceeds of the sale of the gold disk to my companions; I had a buyer lined up for the field glass.
At this stage Father Dumas approached us and asked if we would carry out a simple shopping excursion for him. Father Darius agreed for the lot of us and we decided to tag along, as some of us were eager to do some shopping anyway. I finally purchased a great coat, dark green in colour. During our shopping trip Yama Khan and Father Darius claimed to have noticed a dark figure watching them but they soon lost him in the crowd. Father Darius remembered seeing the man at the Church of Morrow where repairs were being carried out after the Longest Night. He distinctly remembers that the man was just loitering and not actually helping with the repairs. Having finished gathering the supplies for Father Dumas we returned to the Church of Morrow.
Father Dumas thanked us and handed as a wax sealed letter addressed to “The Heroes of the Longest Night”. The letter read “Meet me at the Falling Star tavern, this evening.” It has only recently occurred to me that I should have taken the chance to compare the writing in the letter with the penmanship of Alexia Ciannor. We could have been walking into a trap! I wonder how long before she will show her face in Corvis again.
Anyway we waited around until evening and went to meet with our mysterious messenger. At the Falling Star tavern we secured a table and sat down to wait. After a couple of minutes a dark dressed man of debatable character approached our table and without asking pulled up a chair. He told us he had sent the letter and Father Darius and Yama Khan indeed did recognize him from the market place. He went on to say that his employer would be willing to offers a substantial reward for retrieving something that had been stolen from his employer. He refused to tell us what the reward would be or who his employers was. He even told us that we would know the item we were to retrieve when we saw it. He referred to it only as “Thunderwicket”. At this point it took all three of us to convince Father Darius to come along on this “mission.” Now I wish we had listened to Father Darius and turned down the man’s offer if only to have Cromwell still with us. We accepted the task and were given address of an apparently “abandoned” warehouse in Filcher’s Crossing, one of the seedier parts of Corvis or so I have been told. We bid the man farewell and stepped out into the night air. Yama Khan brought up the interesting point that we had not asked our middleman his name? Not wanting to look foolish by going back inside to ask, we headed off.
In Filcher’s Crossing we came across a dead man, he had been garroted and in his clenched fist was a coin with the symbol of the Gertren Family stamped upon it. Cromwell produced a similar coin from his pockets and Father Darius gave him a withering look. Cromwell pocketed the two coins and we continued on. Soon after we heard the sounds of another possible “slaying” and hurried on our way. This place sickened me and I forced myself to fight the urge to investigate these killings, and bring the culprits to justice. It would serve no one if we were killed because we did not ‘look the other way’ but I swear on my father’s grave that I will clean up the crime in this city someday.
We reached the abandoned warehouse and proceeded to climb over the high stone wall. My efforts proved a little too noisy for Cromwell but we did manage to cross the surrounding scrap metal filled lot without making too much noise. Reaching the two-story warehouse we found a single door open but with crates pushed up against it. Not wanting to risk knocking the crates over and creating a racket, Cromwell offered to try for the roof. He returned moments later to tell us that the roof was one huge slab of iron with three large smoke stacks, in other words we had to enter via the door. Being careful as possible we pushed open the door and proceeded inside.
The warehouse was dark save for some light streaming through a side office doorway. There were many crates around and a large furnace stood in the center with two ramps running off it. Above us, a walkway circumvented the warehouse and many chains hung from the ceiling holding mekanika parts and large iron smoke stacks. We moved to investigate the office first. Inside we found the office lit by a lantern and discovered a well made greatcoat lined with pockets, four exceptionally well made daggers and several vials of liquid, all of this we confiscated. We also found a metal coffer filled with gold crowns and a good-sized amethyst. We pocketed the amethyst and promised to come back later for the money, once we had found “Thunderwicket”. On the wall there was a map of Filcher’s Crossing with some strange markings. I found it odd that Cromwell didn’t recognize as they were obviously written in thieves’ code but this served to confirm my suspicion that he wasn’t as larcenous as I was led to believe.
The lit office had another room next door but inside we found only a table with half-eaten meals and nine empty mugs. We stepped out of this office and then the cow droppings hit the mekanika-powered wind-blowing device!
I loud rumbling sound suddenly started up and movement all around told us we were not alone. Before we knew it we were surrounded by thugs both at ground level and up on the walkways. A roguish figure leapt up onto a crate and yelled “Thunderwicket kill those Gertren boys! Kill them all!” At that point “Thunderwicket” made its appearance as a huge Steamjack lumbered out from behind a tall stack of crates. Across the Steamjack’s chest was riveted a metal plate bearing the name “Thunderwicket.” The roguish fellow cried, “No one messes with Mad Malik!”
Cromwell rushed to take down Mad Malik and I fired on the nearest thug but missed. I could not see what my other two companions were doing, but from the sound of chanting and an incantation the answer was obvious. A glowing greatsword appeared above Mad Malik’s head and narrowly missed him. Crossbow bolts began to rain down on us and I rushed for cover behind a large crate casting a Shield spell as soon as I was behind it.
Above the hum of my spell I suddenly heard the seven words I didn’t want to hear come from Mad Malik “Thunderwicket. Kill the mage behind that crate!” I looked over the crate to see the Steamjack turn in my direction and begin to lumber towards me. This was the Bridge Troll incident all over again save this time I had no explosive powder keg. I got to my feet and ran, passing two thugs bent on ending my career. Spinning around a spoke the incantation of the Burning Hands spell, given to me by Yama Khan. The two thugs easily ducked beneath the flames. Thunderwicket crushed the crate I was hiding behind and kept on coming.
I found myself surrounded by three thugs and as I attempted to dodge their pathetic blows, the Steamjack got closer and swung at me with its huge arms. The blow struck me across the back throwing me clear of the thugs and into a stack of crates. So much for my healed ribs. At the time I thought if I lived through this night I would lie in bed for a week.
I scrambled to my feet and saw Father Darius fighting a thug behind some crates in an alcove. I rushed towards the cleric of Morrow; the three thugs and Thunderwicket hot on my heels. Father Darius glanced at me and then at the Steamjack heading in our direction. Had I been able to read lips I could have sworn that he spoke a curse so foul that would make Cromwell, rest his soul, proud! My Shield spell easily deflected several more blows from the thugs and I ducked beneath another mighty swing from Thunderwicket. At that moment I noticed the Steamjack’s furnace hatch glowing orange with its internal fires. I looked up and saw the Steamjack’s smoke stacks. I had to take a chance at this nigh impossible task I was about to attempt for I could not last another second against this mekanikal monstrosity. From my belt pouch I drew forth the canister of flame extinguishing liquid the Captain Helstrom had given me during the Longest Night. I kissed it once for good luck and then lobbed it up toward one of the Steamjack’s smokestacks. The canister sailed up into the air spinning end over end, even the three thugs watched it go up and then as it reached the smoke stack it dropped in! What happened next was a scene I will never forget. There was a wooshing sound from the Steamjack’s belly and then a loud hiss as the magical liquid snuffed out its internal fires. The Steamjack took one final swing as its mekanika gears began to wind down. Its arm caught onto a chain and ripped it from the ceiling. The chain had been holding up a large furnace funnel, which suddenly swung down and crashed through one of the walls and part of the floor. As everyone stood in shock a loud cracking noise saw almost three-quarters of the floor of the warehouse drop away into darkness! I saw Father Darius fall away from me but he was not close enough as I invoked a Featherfall spell and slowly descended into the darkness below.
The sound of crumbling stone and twisted metal slowly eased up as my feet touched uneven ground. I rushed to Father Darius and helped him to his feet; he wasn’t as badly hurt as I so I asked him to heal me. As he did so I rolled out my scroll of Invisibility and cast the spell. I could hear the sound of rushing water nearby and up above the calls of Mad Malik and his thugs. Suddenly a bizarre creature leapt out of the darkness wrapping two long green tentacles around Father Darius’ head. This was becoming to much, I could see Yama Khan across from me look at the thing that grappled Father Darius in shock, I know he was thinking to cut our loses and run. Forgive me father for the same thought crossed my mind if for but a brief moment, then I drew forth my heavy military pick and rushed to Father Darius’ aid. My invisibility spell ended just as Yama Khan joined the fray, swinging wildly with his quarterstaff. Then the strange beast leapt off Father Darius and onto the Steamjack that had rekindled its internal fires somehow and was beginning to rise to its feet. The bizarre creature tore into the damaged Steamjack, ripping metal plates from its body as if trying to get at something inside.
Father Darius stumbled towards us and said “That thing, it ripped two of my spells from my mind!” At that moment I told my companions that now was the time to leave. Father Darius asked about Cromwell. I had forgotten about him during the battle, and at that moment I had a bad feeling in my stomach that Cromwell was dead.
Father Darius confirmed my suspicion when he rushed back carrying the body of Cromwell over his shoulder. Yama Khan held up the metal plate that was riveted to Thunderwicket’s chest and said, “We are getting paid for going through this sh…”. He was cut off as we heard Mad Malik call for his boys to fetch some rope so that they could climb down and “hunt down these Gertren thieves!”
We followed a narrow passage with water rushing past us, Father Darius, burdened by the body of Cromwell, slipped and went sliding down the passageway. Yama Khan and I did our best to catch up. The water chute opened up into a long buried portion of the Undercity illuminated by a strange bluish moss. We dragged ourselves to the shore and began to look for a way out.
One building caught our attention as it leaned at an odd angle and part of it had rotted or dissolved away. We entered the building and discovered it to be an old alchemist’s lab. We found several metal plates inscribed with runes, a ring with a message about Cyriss, the Clockwork Goddess and a masterwork stiletto inscribed with the letter ‘P’. I have kept the stiletto and will try and check Corvis’ history books for an alchemist with the first initial ‘P’.
We also found a large stone vat sealed with wax. Breaking the wax revealed that it was filled with acid. Such a quantity would be worth a small fortune on the open market but we had no means of transporting it. We did find several vials of it though and realized that the vials we found in the office upstairs were also acid. Then we heard the voices of Mad Malik and his thugs. Using my military pick I levered up the stone vat and with Yama Khan’s help tipped it over toward the other end of the room. The hissing sound indicated that the acid was still potent and was eating away at the building’s foundation. We quickly exited and ran toward the ruins of another building. The crack of a pistol told us that Mad Malik was close.
We ducked behind cover and began to return fire. Mad Malik and his men took cover behind the alchemist’s building. Moments later it toppled over, unfortunately killing only one of Mad Malik’s thugs.
Not wanting to go through another prolonged battle in our condition I told the other two to run for the other flooded passage while I covered them. At last we dove into the water and let the current carry us into the Black River and out into Corvis Harbor. During my swim I dropped my heavy military pick because of it was weighing me down. I have decided not to replace the cumbersome weapon.
We decided to head back to the Church of Corvis as dawn was slowly peeking over the horizon. On the way a guard made some offhand comment about our stench and was promptly berated by Father Darius. The good Father is starting to finally grow on me, though he remains a little too uptight for my liking. I know he will voice his displeasure at going on this ‘mission’ especially with the loss of Cromwell. I will remind him that though we were working for an undesirable individual who was probably part of a large crime family, we did keep a powerful weapon out of two crime families hands by destroying it. No doubt that bizarre creature we encountered wanted to feed on the Steamjacks’ magical cortex-brain. I am certain that Thunderwicket is no more.
The next day we returned to the Falling Star Tavern, the barman, one Dando “The Bull” Kildair, poured us a round and led us upstairs to our meeting with Draegyn “the Bastard” as he called him. Draegyn seemed genuinely happy to see us, obviously word had reached him quickly about what had occurred in the warehouse. Yama Khan dropped the metal nameplate onto the table and Draegyn handed us our payment, a bag of gems as well as four credit notes for masterworking weapons at Bodak’s Blades. Draegyn told us that all food and drink was on him this evening should we wish to celebrate our success. We simply hoisted our mugs to Cromwell’s memory, drank our drinks and left the Falling Star tavern.
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