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Legend
Episode 38
Episode 38
Pogre’s Campaign – To Save a Soul
“Let’s dump those meat and brine barrels,” Quint said. “I think I have a pretty good idea of what’s in there.”
Johann shoved the barrels over and foul smelling brine and human parts came falling out of each of the barrels. The skulls of two people had been smashed beyond recognition and were almost flattened in the back.
“What now?” Bridget asked.
“I say we pry up some floorboards, throw the stuff down below into the water, and then hide in the barrels and wait for the cultists to show up,” Shannon suggested.
“No way am I getting in any barrels,” Scapa replied.
“Fine,” Shannon replied. He began scooping up the pieces and throwing them in one of the barrels. “We still need to get rid of this stuff somehow.”
Johann pried up to of the floorboards revealing the murky sea below. The barrels were sent down to the water below and the floor was resealed. Having disposed of the barrels the adventurers moved across the alleyway to the other warehouse.
Once again Bridget smashed the lock and they went in. This warehouse was filled to the ceiling with all kinds of barrels, boxes, and crates. The group split up and began searching. They found spices, peppers, tealeaves, whale oil, but nothing that could be labeled suspicious. Just as they were discussing their next move they heard a noise at the far door, opposite the one they had entered.
“Hide,” Quint hissed at the group. Everyone dove for cover behind the nearest set of boxes and barrels.
The door opened wide allowing sunlight to stream in. Two men, one tall and skinny, the other with the start of a hunchedback came in with a cart and an old horse or mule. They cursed at each other as they picked up several boxes. Oblivious to the group’s presence they eventually left the warehouse with their cart and locked the door behind them.
Once the men had left, the group began totrail them slowly and from behind.The men led them through the western part of the city down to Hagora street and the market center.
They stopped in fromt of a couple of stores and began delivering product to the rear.
The group discussed their next move. Johann spoke up first. “I’ll go into these shops to see if I can figure out what was delivered.”
“I’ll go with you,” Bridghet volunteered.
“I’m going to head out fishing and keep an eye on the wharf,” Quint stated.
“I was thinking of checking out the printer’s office again,” Shannon added. “There is something about that place that seems wrong to me. Scapa, would you like to join me?”
“Yes, of course,” Scapa answered.
“What time should we meet and where?” Shannon asked the others.
“How about 7 o’clock at the gates leading into Wharf #2?” Johann asked.
“Sounds good to me,” Quint answered.
…..
Johann and Bridget went into the first shop, The Fine Tea Shop. A gentleman behind the counter was carefully sorting and packing some leaves, but gingerly set them down on the pair’s advance. “Welcome,” the man greeted them in warm tones. “Welcome to The Fine Tea Shop. Are you looking for a good table tea perhaps or maybe a bit of mint?”
“Actually,” Johann began. “We have something very specific in mind. We were hoping you have some tea that came highly recommended to us, imported by a Literbian as I recall.”
“Indeed!” the man smiled broadly and continued, “almost all of our teas are imported by that excellent house.”
“This tea would have come in very recently,” Bridget added.
“As in today or yesterday,” Johann confirmed.
“I did get some tea in today, but it is scarcely out of the crate and not ready for sale. It is still raw leave and a bit wet. It needs a touch of drying time, and I like to blend it with a couple of other varieties.” The man stooped down and picked up a crate and set it on the table.
“This tea came with the highest recommendations and the distance we have traveled would forbid a visit in the near future. Perhaps you are willing to sell us some straight leaves out of the crate?” Johann watched carefully to see if the man reacted negatively to his comment.
“Ah, the tea is lovely,” the merchant said as he opened the crates lid. “But really, I implore you, let me sell you another. This is a harsh tea that needs to dry some and to be blended to make it worth drinking.”
“No, no,” Johann tutted. “A hardy flavor is exactly what we seek.”
“Well, the customer is always right,” the man shrugged his shoulders and retrieved a good amount of leaves. “This will be enough for around a dozen pots maybe more, but you really need to let it dry slowly.”
“How much?” Johann asked.
“Two crowns,” the merchant answered.
The money was exchanged and Johann and Bridget left.
“Why did you buy the tea?” Bridget asked.
“So you could test it for disease,” Johann answered.
…..
Scapa and Shannon approached the printshop and saw a large sign, which read:
Henson Morrant
Printer
Closed.
Print blocks for sale.
“Notice anything about that sign?” Scapa inquired of Shannon.
“Yes, Henson Morrant – H.M. Same as the initials signed on the letter to the evil wizard Frendais Hert.”
Shannon knocked on the print shop’s door.
To be continued…
Episode 38
Pogre’s Campaign – To Save a Soul
“Let’s dump those meat and brine barrels,” Quint said. “I think I have a pretty good idea of what’s in there.”
Johann shoved the barrels over and foul smelling brine and human parts came falling out of each of the barrels. The skulls of two people had been smashed beyond recognition and were almost flattened in the back.
“What now?” Bridget asked.
“I say we pry up some floorboards, throw the stuff down below into the water, and then hide in the barrels and wait for the cultists to show up,” Shannon suggested.
“No way am I getting in any barrels,” Scapa replied.
“Fine,” Shannon replied. He began scooping up the pieces and throwing them in one of the barrels. “We still need to get rid of this stuff somehow.”
Johann pried up to of the floorboards revealing the murky sea below. The barrels were sent down to the water below and the floor was resealed. Having disposed of the barrels the adventurers moved across the alleyway to the other warehouse.
Once again Bridget smashed the lock and they went in. This warehouse was filled to the ceiling with all kinds of barrels, boxes, and crates. The group split up and began searching. They found spices, peppers, tealeaves, whale oil, but nothing that could be labeled suspicious. Just as they were discussing their next move they heard a noise at the far door, opposite the one they had entered.
“Hide,” Quint hissed at the group. Everyone dove for cover behind the nearest set of boxes and barrels.
The door opened wide allowing sunlight to stream in. Two men, one tall and skinny, the other with the start of a hunchedback came in with a cart and an old horse or mule. They cursed at each other as they picked up several boxes. Oblivious to the group’s presence they eventually left the warehouse with their cart and locked the door behind them.
Once the men had left, the group began totrail them slowly and from behind.The men led them through the western part of the city down to Hagora street and the market center.
They stopped in fromt of a couple of stores and began delivering product to the rear.
The group discussed their next move. Johann spoke up first. “I’ll go into these shops to see if I can figure out what was delivered.”
“I’ll go with you,” Bridghet volunteered.
“I’m going to head out fishing and keep an eye on the wharf,” Quint stated.
“I was thinking of checking out the printer’s office again,” Shannon added. “There is something about that place that seems wrong to me. Scapa, would you like to join me?”
“Yes, of course,” Scapa answered.
“What time should we meet and where?” Shannon asked the others.
“How about 7 o’clock at the gates leading into Wharf #2?” Johann asked.
“Sounds good to me,” Quint answered.
…..
Johann and Bridget went into the first shop, The Fine Tea Shop. A gentleman behind the counter was carefully sorting and packing some leaves, but gingerly set them down on the pair’s advance. “Welcome,” the man greeted them in warm tones. “Welcome to The Fine Tea Shop. Are you looking for a good table tea perhaps or maybe a bit of mint?”
“Actually,” Johann began. “We have something very specific in mind. We were hoping you have some tea that came highly recommended to us, imported by a Literbian as I recall.”
“Indeed!” the man smiled broadly and continued, “almost all of our teas are imported by that excellent house.”
“This tea would have come in very recently,” Bridget added.
“As in today or yesterday,” Johann confirmed.
“I did get some tea in today, but it is scarcely out of the crate and not ready for sale. It is still raw leave and a bit wet. It needs a touch of drying time, and I like to blend it with a couple of other varieties.” The man stooped down and picked up a crate and set it on the table.
“This tea came with the highest recommendations and the distance we have traveled would forbid a visit in the near future. Perhaps you are willing to sell us some straight leaves out of the crate?” Johann watched carefully to see if the man reacted negatively to his comment.
“Ah, the tea is lovely,” the merchant said as he opened the crates lid. “But really, I implore you, let me sell you another. This is a harsh tea that needs to dry some and to be blended to make it worth drinking.”
“No, no,” Johann tutted. “A hardy flavor is exactly what we seek.”
“Well, the customer is always right,” the man shrugged his shoulders and retrieved a good amount of leaves. “This will be enough for around a dozen pots maybe more, but you really need to let it dry slowly.”
“How much?” Johann asked.
“Two crowns,” the merchant answered.
The money was exchanged and Johann and Bridget left.
“Why did you buy the tea?” Bridget asked.
“So you could test it for disease,” Johann answered.
…..
Scapa and Shannon approached the printshop and saw a large sign, which read:
Henson Morrant
Printer
Closed.
Print blocks for sale.
“Notice anything about that sign?” Scapa inquired of Shannon.
“Yes, Henson Morrant – H.M. Same as the initials signed on the letter to the evil wizard Frendais Hert.”
Shannon knocked on the print shop’s door.
To be continued…
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Broccli_Head
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Aha! The mystery unravels!
pogre
Legend
Episode 39
Episode 39
Pogre’s Campaign – To Save a Soul
A voice issued forth from the back of the shop, “Come in. It’s open.”
Shannon pushed his way into the shop and a head popped around from the back. “Oh, I was expecting someone else. What may I do for you?”
“I see that you have your printing blocks for sale,” Shannon commented.
“Yes I do,” Morrant replied.
“Not interested,” Shannon stated abruptly, “but I do have a question about this advertisement in your last newspage.”
“Oh the one about the medical study?” Morrant asked.
“Yes.”
“I am afraid that was a mistake. It was not supposed to be in the last issue. It is my understanding that the study is over.”
“That is a shame because I have many contacts in this area. Is there anyway I can talk the person who placed the ad?”
Morrant paused and seemed to consider Shannon’s request for a moment. “No, I’m afraid that’s not possible, but if you would like to leave your name and place where you might be reached I could pass those along if I see him again.”
“That would be lovely,” Shannon answered. Morrant motioned for Shannon and Scapa to follow him back into the printing shop.
Shannon proceeded to give Morrant false information that the printer wrote down dutifully on a piece of parchment. Scapa hung back casually and just looked around the room. Both sides exchanged polite goodbyes and the cleric and sorcerer left.
“Did you see that?” Scapa asked as the door shut behind them.
“Yeah that place was a mess,” Shannon answered.
“No, I meant the symbol on the wall. Theta.” There was a grim low whisper in Scapa’s voice as he said this last word.
“Aha, well, I should get the others. You keep an eye on him. Follow him if he leaves, but stay out of trouble.” Shannon immediately took leave of Scapa and headed off to search for the rest of the band.
…
Shannon quickly found Johann and Bridget down on Hagora street in the main market area.
“Want some tea?” Johann asked Shannon holding out some of the leaves he had purchased.
“Nah, those look too wet,” Shannon answered. “We have to make haste. I believe we have found our H.M.”
“Really,” Bridget answered. “I’ll run down to wharf one and get Quint then we will meet you fellows by the printshop.”
…
Shannon and Johann approached Scapa who was resting against a piece of wood across from the print shop. Shannon suspected the sorcerer had been day dreaming.
“What say you sorcerer? What’s about?” Johann asked in a demanding voice.
Scapa jumped at the sound of Johann’s loud voice.
“You have been watching the print shop, right Scapa?” Shannon asked.
“Absolutely,” Scapa replied with indignation in his tone, “I am fairly certain he is still in there.”
“Fairly certain?” Shannon asked.
Johann just laughed and said, “I think it’s a safe bet anybody could have come or left.”
“Well, someone would have to be very furtive indeed to pass these,” Scapa replied pointing at his eyes.
Before further debate could erupt the trio noticed Bridget and Quint’s approach.
“Bridget tells me we got our man,” Quint stated.
“Except he’s not about or maybe he is,” Johann replied.
“What?” Quint asked.
“We need to go in there and look about,” Johann said. “If we get caught Quint can make something up.”
“That’s a plan,” Quint agreed.
The group crossed the street and detected no sign of movement although the front door was locked. Much to Johann’s amusement, they discovered a back door adjoined to the alley. After Johann spent a few minutes mocking Scapa they broke into the print shop. A search revealed a cellar and an open egress to the city sewers.
“Not sewers,” Bridget complained.
“C’mon sister,” Quint chided, “It only stinks ‘til you grow accustomed to it, then you stink.”
With a laugh they delved into the sewers of Hemmerschneg.
Into the sewers.
To be continued…
*The sewer was built on a piece of floor tile with Hirst Art blocks. The sewer is two-part epoxy and the pipe is a painted piece of straw.
Episode 39
Pogre’s Campaign – To Save a Soul
A voice issued forth from the back of the shop, “Come in. It’s open.”
Shannon pushed his way into the shop and a head popped around from the back. “Oh, I was expecting someone else. What may I do for you?”
“I see that you have your printing blocks for sale,” Shannon commented.
“Yes I do,” Morrant replied.
“Not interested,” Shannon stated abruptly, “but I do have a question about this advertisement in your last newspage.”
“Oh the one about the medical study?” Morrant asked.
“Yes.”
“I am afraid that was a mistake. It was not supposed to be in the last issue. It is my understanding that the study is over.”
“That is a shame because I have many contacts in this area. Is there anyway I can talk the person who placed the ad?”
Morrant paused and seemed to consider Shannon’s request for a moment. “No, I’m afraid that’s not possible, but if you would like to leave your name and place where you might be reached I could pass those along if I see him again.”
“That would be lovely,” Shannon answered. Morrant motioned for Shannon and Scapa to follow him back into the printing shop.
Shannon proceeded to give Morrant false information that the printer wrote down dutifully on a piece of parchment. Scapa hung back casually and just looked around the room. Both sides exchanged polite goodbyes and the cleric and sorcerer left.
“Did you see that?” Scapa asked as the door shut behind them.
“Yeah that place was a mess,” Shannon answered.
“No, I meant the symbol on the wall. Theta.” There was a grim low whisper in Scapa’s voice as he said this last word.
“Aha, well, I should get the others. You keep an eye on him. Follow him if he leaves, but stay out of trouble.” Shannon immediately took leave of Scapa and headed off to search for the rest of the band.
…
Shannon quickly found Johann and Bridget down on Hagora street in the main market area.
“Want some tea?” Johann asked Shannon holding out some of the leaves he had purchased.
“Nah, those look too wet,” Shannon answered. “We have to make haste. I believe we have found our H.M.”
“Really,” Bridget answered. “I’ll run down to wharf one and get Quint then we will meet you fellows by the printshop.”
…
Shannon and Johann approached Scapa who was resting against a piece of wood across from the print shop. Shannon suspected the sorcerer had been day dreaming.
“What say you sorcerer? What’s about?” Johann asked in a demanding voice.
Scapa jumped at the sound of Johann’s loud voice.
“You have been watching the print shop, right Scapa?” Shannon asked.
“Absolutely,” Scapa replied with indignation in his tone, “I am fairly certain he is still in there.”
“Fairly certain?” Shannon asked.
Johann just laughed and said, “I think it’s a safe bet anybody could have come or left.”
“Well, someone would have to be very furtive indeed to pass these,” Scapa replied pointing at his eyes.
Before further debate could erupt the trio noticed Bridget and Quint’s approach.
“Bridget tells me we got our man,” Quint stated.
“Except he’s not about or maybe he is,” Johann replied.
“What?” Quint asked.
“We need to go in there and look about,” Johann said. “If we get caught Quint can make something up.”
“That’s a plan,” Quint agreed.
The group crossed the street and detected no sign of movement although the front door was locked. Much to Johann’s amusement, they discovered a back door adjoined to the alley. After Johann spent a few minutes mocking Scapa they broke into the print shop. A search revealed a cellar and an open egress to the city sewers.
“Not sewers,” Bridget complained.
“C’mon sister,” Quint chided, “It only stinks ‘til you grow accustomed to it, then you stink.”
With a laugh they delved into the sewers of Hemmerschneg.
Into the sewers.
To be continued…
*The sewer was built on a piece of floor tile with Hirst Art blocks. The sewer is two-part epoxy and the pipe is a painted piece of straw.
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pogre
Legend
Episode 40
Episode 40
Pogre’s Campaign – To Save a Soul
A feint trail led the group through the larger sewers of Hemmerschneg.
Into the sewers.
Several jumps, and tight corners later the group found an egress leading into a concealed chamber.
The chamber had a further staircase up that led to a storage cellar. A number of expensive wines tempted the adventurers’, but they managed to stay on task. Quint went up the stairs and sighted a chef screaming at some kitchen hands. Quint quickly ducked back down into the cellar and let everyone know what lay ahead.
As the rest of the group debated what should be done, Quint asked for them to pass him a sack of potatoes. Quint then rushed up the stairs and burst through the trapdoor.
“What is the meaning of this?” the Chef howled.
Quint hurled the sack of tubers at him and replied, “Here’s your potatoes!” He followed this action up quickly with a sleep spell. Fortunately, all of the kitchen help fell to its sway and the rest of the group scrambled up behind Quint and began tying the cooks up.
The next door the group opened contained a man dressed in finery and the printer Morrant.
Literbian and Morrant.
“Who are you?” the man in finery demanded.
“Lord Literbian I assume?” Shannon asked.
“Yes, why?” Literbian answered.
Confronting Literbian.
Johann rushed to the attack. He swung and hit the printer with the flat of his sword, leaving Morrant reeling, but standing.
Johann attacks.
Morrant quickly drew a dagger and tried to work his way around the table. Quint cast a flury of magic dust at Literbian stunning him momentarily.
Quint casts flare.
Shannon quickly came up and delivered a vicious blow with his sword sending the printer bleeding to the ground.
“What are you doing?” Johann cried out.
“Don’t worry. I can save him,” Shannon replied.
Morrant falls.
“I surrender,” Literbian stated matter-of-factly.
Shannon bent down and repaired some of the damage he had done to leave him breathing, but just.
“Let’s separate these guys and see if we can figure out what the story is,” Quint suggested.
Shannon and Johann took the printer and Quint and Bridget escorted the Merchant down stairs to Scapa who had served as rear guard.
…..
“Why are you here?” Shannon asked the printer.
“Who are you?” the printer replied.
Shannon reply came in the form of a sharp rap against Morrant’s head.
“Yeah, hit him again!” Johann exclaimed.
“I will do exactly that, if I do not get some answers,” Shannon stated flatly.
Morrant’s head was bobbing slightly and he appeared to be on the edge of consciousness. Shannon stated a short prayer and cleared the printer’s head.
“You know,” Johann began, “This whole beating and curing thing could come quite in handy as a Court Inquirer.”
“I am not a torturer,” Shannon replied hotly.
“Could have fooled me,” the printer added.
“Good,” Shannon said and slapped Morrant’s face hard again sending blood flying.
Johann laughed loudly at this blow and said, “Smack that dirty look off his face Shannon!”
Scapa appeared and interrupted Shannon’s inquiry, “I found some paperwork upstairs. I do not believe we need these guys to confess to anything. I have the whole story right here.”
Shannon relaxed his shoulders and Johann was visibly disappointed.
“You sure know how to ruin a festival,” Johann told the Sorcerer. “We were just getting warmed up.”
To be continued…
Episode 40
Pogre’s Campaign – To Save a Soul
A feint trail led the group through the larger sewers of Hemmerschneg.
Into the sewers.
Several jumps, and tight corners later the group found an egress leading into a concealed chamber.
The chamber had a further staircase up that led to a storage cellar. A number of expensive wines tempted the adventurers’, but they managed to stay on task. Quint went up the stairs and sighted a chef screaming at some kitchen hands. Quint quickly ducked back down into the cellar and let everyone know what lay ahead.
As the rest of the group debated what should be done, Quint asked for them to pass him a sack of potatoes. Quint then rushed up the stairs and burst through the trapdoor.
“What is the meaning of this?” the Chef howled.
Quint hurled the sack of tubers at him and replied, “Here’s your potatoes!” He followed this action up quickly with a sleep spell. Fortunately, all of the kitchen help fell to its sway and the rest of the group scrambled up behind Quint and began tying the cooks up.
The next door the group opened contained a man dressed in finery and the printer Morrant.
Literbian and Morrant.
“Who are you?” the man in finery demanded.
“Lord Literbian I assume?” Shannon asked.
“Yes, why?” Literbian answered.
Confronting Literbian.
Johann rushed to the attack. He swung and hit the printer with the flat of his sword, leaving Morrant reeling, but standing.
Johann attacks.
Morrant quickly drew a dagger and tried to work his way around the table. Quint cast a flury of magic dust at Literbian stunning him momentarily.
Quint casts flare.
Shannon quickly came up and delivered a vicious blow with his sword sending the printer bleeding to the ground.
“What are you doing?” Johann cried out.
“Don’t worry. I can save him,” Shannon replied.
Morrant falls.
“I surrender,” Literbian stated matter-of-factly.
Shannon bent down and repaired some of the damage he had done to leave him breathing, but just.
“Let’s separate these guys and see if we can figure out what the story is,” Quint suggested.
Shannon and Johann took the printer and Quint and Bridget escorted the Merchant down stairs to Scapa who had served as rear guard.
…..
“Why are you here?” Shannon asked the printer.
“Who are you?” the printer replied.
Shannon reply came in the form of a sharp rap against Morrant’s head.
“Yeah, hit him again!” Johann exclaimed.
“I will do exactly that, if I do not get some answers,” Shannon stated flatly.
Morrant’s head was bobbing slightly and he appeared to be on the edge of consciousness. Shannon stated a short prayer and cleared the printer’s head.
“You know,” Johann began, “This whole beating and curing thing could come quite in handy as a Court Inquirer.”
“I am not a torturer,” Shannon replied hotly.
“Could have fooled me,” the printer added.
“Good,” Shannon said and slapped Morrant’s face hard again sending blood flying.
Johann laughed loudly at this blow and said, “Smack that dirty look off his face Shannon!”
Scapa appeared and interrupted Shannon’s inquiry, “I found some paperwork upstairs. I do not believe we need these guys to confess to anything. I have the whole story right here.”
Shannon relaxed his shoulders and Johann was visibly disappointed.
“You sure know how to ruin a festival,” Johann told the Sorcerer. “We were just getting warmed up.”
To be continued…
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