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<blockquote data-quote="Devo" data-source="post: 2886620" data-attributes="member: 32183"><p><strong>The Collected Journals of Artemis Heuw, Excerpt 8</strong></p><p></p><p>"...set it down and stared at it until the glow faded. How I had acheived that color, I was not sure: alchemist fire was supposed to glow red, not blue. I looked over to Stark to see him busily working on his own alchemy, his tiny body moving rapidly in the reddish glow of his work. Perhaps the ingredients I had used were contaminated? I looked for the recipe scroll to see what might have gone wrong and -- once I had found the the parchment I sought -- quickly ascertained the problem. My body had been working independently of my mind, going through the motions of creation while I pondered other, grander, issues. I had spent the day creating Alchemist's Ice, not Alchemist's Fire. I quickly relabled the bottle, my mind going back to earlier in the morning when I had been labelling the bright, cheery green vials of healing potions alongside the bright, dangerous looking green of acid vials. I made a note to double-check those labels...."</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>. -- An excerpt from the Craft Journal of Artemis Heuw, Volume 4</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>"... which brought an end to the second hour of our discussion of just what was going on and who was involved. Too many of our recent events were inter-connected; too many players cropping up more than once; too much that we just didn't know. Another glass of wine was a welcome addition to the conversation. Even from these cellars.</p><p> </p><p>GR came back to the table then, to tell us that a contact of his had spotted Caibher heading into the Deathgate Guild chapter house with a package and a gnoll escort. This might be the break we were looking for. We knew that Caibher was supposed to deliver the Breastplate of Drakken Khas [ref: PJ-V2-99] to Keshta, the leader of the gnoll-dominated criminal organization. We didn't know whether we wanted to recover the breastplate before, during, or after the transfer, but we knew opportunity when it came knocking. Gathering our stuff (Hutch was carrying most of mine), we set off to Deathgate Guildhouse.</p><p> </p><p>And so we set about the long task of staking out the chapter house, awaiting Caibher's appearance. I came upon the very clever idea of creating a Location spell [ref: CJ-V4-11] within the matrix of my new cane (which none of the DC had commented on, yet again), when GR remembered that his dragonmark allowed him to do just that twice each day. We'd been sitting out here for almost two hours: I wish the thought had occured to him earlier.</p><p> </p><p>That complaint aside, a moment later GR said that the Breastplate was, indeed, in the chapter house, but about twenty feet below street level. We went down tower to see if the next level down was accessible, but could find no way to get from the public places of the tower to where the armor was. Still, we knew where it was, so we resumed our vigil.</p><p> </p><p>A short time later, a group of gnolls came out of the chapter house, speaking roughly in thier barbaric tongue. They were not carrying any packages of appropriate size, so we let them go. I kept my cool and they walked right past me; the stupid animal-men had no idea I was staking the very building they had just come from. Some criminal organization they work for!</p><p> </p><p>It was XL who first spotted Caibher. XL was stationed on the bridge between Shooma tower and tower Teema near the skyboat ramps. He saw Caibher crossing a bridge about one hundred feet down, and had to scramble to catch up to him. We ran.</p><p> </p><p>We were almost upon him when he hopped into a sky boat and headed towards Lower Dura on the other side of town. The DC piled into another boat and ordered the driver to follow Caibher. Once we saw which landing he was going for, we ordered our driver to catch up to him, but, somehow, we had picked the slowest boat in all of Sharn, and he couldn't accomodate us. With nothing left to it, we ordered the driver to lower his skiff down to street level ahead of Caibher, and we all jumped out to confront him.</p><p> </p><p>He recognized us right away, of course, and decided that he could take us. That was his first, and last, mistake. If he had run, he might have gotten away. Instead, he charged GR. </p><p> </p><p>The DC surrounded Caibher -- most bringing their weapons to bear, and IR summoning up the skeleton of a giant, upright, bear-like creature with the skull of a bird. I waited outside of the fight, to make sure he did not get away. </p><p> </p><p>Caibher quickly realized he was out-matched, and tried to manuever away. The DC was having none of that, however, and scrambled to keep him surrounded. I used the Hold Person scroll we had found down in the halls of the Order of the Closed Circle [ref: PJ-V3-89], but he shrugged off it's affects. IR summoned another large skeleton. </p><p> </p><p>CA was going for the kill, but GR kept his head about him, and tried to seperate the bundle Caibher had tied across his back from it's owner. Finally, he succeeded.</p><p> </p><p>Quickly, I conjured up an Unseen Servant from a wand I had purchased [ref: PJ-V4-18], and ordered it to bring me the package. XL signalled to our sky boat driver (whom I had promised a goodly reward to), and the skiff lowered itself down to street level.</p><p> </p><p>It was about this time that reinforcements arrived. The city watch almost never comes down to this part of town, evidently, and the local militia seemed to come in the form of a pack of bugbears and a dark, hooded figure. Unfortunately, Caibher seemed to be on good terms with the newcomers, and the reinforcements were his.</p><p> </p><p>In quick succession, the DC piled into the boat. We were lifting off, CA dangling from a rope held by GR, when the hooded figure revealed his true form: a gorgon! It scowled at IR, but she averted her gaze just in time to keep from begin turned to stone. We yelled at CA not to look down.</p><p> </p><p>Suddenly, the boat lurched as Caibher jumped onto the prow of the ship. XL tried to push him back, but Caibher was far too dexterous, and kept his footing. He lept over everyone to the back of the boat and made a grab for the package I had clutched to my chest. I made a show of fending off his attack and defending the armor. He bought it, of course -- I should be an actor! -- and, with a sneer, lept over the side of the boat to the ground far below. I smiled, and scrambled to the edge, looking down.</p><p> </p><p>A fair distance below me, Caibher stood in a circle of bugbears, looking into the sack he had recovered. He had the armor now. Unbeknownst to him, I had used my time in the bottom of the boat to put a powerful enchantment on the armor -- one that I called upon with a word. Suddenly, I held the armor in my hands. Success! Oh, how I would have loved seeing the look on his face as his stolen armor disappeared right out from under his nose. Precious!</p><p> </p><p>We made our way at top speed away from the scene. It was late evening, and raining to boot. Out of the darkness came a flying messenger from House Sivis: a magebred owl. He delivered a letter addressed to me then flew off. The seal was of Lady d'Vown of House Cannith [ref: PJ-V1-36]. She asked that we meet her at the Broken Anvil immediately. There was some dissension in the ranks -- we had just risked our lives acquiring this valued Breastplate and some of the DC wanted to turn it over to Professor Boroman -- but my calm rational argument pervailed. We went immediately to the Anvil.</p><p> </p><p>I hoped the Lady was all right!"</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>. -- An excerpt from the Personal Journal of Artemis Heuw, Volume 4</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>"She said something along the lines of, 'Ah! I can see here why your magics never work. One of the coins you carry is cursed! Quicky! Place all of your money into this sacred coffer, given to me by the High Preistess of Kol Korran herself! Return, then, when the sun is newly risen, to collect your wealth, and the cursed coin will have turned to purest platinum, it's curse broken. Quickly! There is no time to waste!' I panicked, and did the only thing I could think of...."</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>. -- An exerpt from the List of Regrets of Artemis Heuw, Festival of New Beginnings, 995YK</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Devo, post: 2886620, member: 32183"] [b]The Collected Journals of Artemis Heuw, Excerpt 8[/b] "...set it down and stared at it until the glow faded. How I had acheived that color, I was not sure: alchemist fire was supposed to glow red, not blue. I looked over to Stark to see him busily working on his own alchemy, his tiny body moving rapidly in the reddish glow of his work. Perhaps the ingredients I had used were contaminated? I looked for the recipe scroll to see what might have gone wrong and -- once I had found the the parchment I sought -- quickly ascertained the problem. My body had been working independently of my mind, going through the motions of creation while I pondered other, grander, issues. I had spent the day creating Alchemist's Ice, not Alchemist's Fire. I quickly relabled the bottle, my mind going back to earlier in the morning when I had been labelling the bright, cheery green vials of healing potions alongside the bright, dangerous looking green of acid vials. I made a note to double-check those labels...." . -- An excerpt from the Craft Journal of Artemis Heuw, Volume 4 "... which brought an end to the second hour of our discussion of just what was going on and who was involved. Too many of our recent events were inter-connected; too many players cropping up more than once; too much that we just didn't know. Another glass of wine was a welcome addition to the conversation. Even from these cellars. GR came back to the table then, to tell us that a contact of his had spotted Caibher heading into the Deathgate Guild chapter house with a package and a gnoll escort. This might be the break we were looking for. We knew that Caibher was supposed to deliver the Breastplate of Drakken Khas [ref: PJ-V2-99] to Keshta, the leader of the gnoll-dominated criminal organization. We didn't know whether we wanted to recover the breastplate before, during, or after the transfer, but we knew opportunity when it came knocking. Gathering our stuff (Hutch was carrying most of mine), we set off to Deathgate Guildhouse. And so we set about the long task of staking out the chapter house, awaiting Caibher's appearance. I came upon the very clever idea of creating a Location spell [ref: CJ-V4-11] within the matrix of my new cane (which none of the DC had commented on, yet again), when GR remembered that his dragonmark allowed him to do just that twice each day. We'd been sitting out here for almost two hours: I wish the thought had occured to him earlier. That complaint aside, a moment later GR said that the Breastplate was, indeed, in the chapter house, but about twenty feet below street level. We went down tower to see if the next level down was accessible, but could find no way to get from the public places of the tower to where the armor was. Still, we knew where it was, so we resumed our vigil. A short time later, a group of gnolls came out of the chapter house, speaking roughly in thier barbaric tongue. They were not carrying any packages of appropriate size, so we let them go. I kept my cool and they walked right past me; the stupid animal-men had no idea I was staking the very building they had just come from. Some criminal organization they work for! It was XL who first spotted Caibher. XL was stationed on the bridge between Shooma tower and tower Teema near the skyboat ramps. He saw Caibher crossing a bridge about one hundred feet down, and had to scramble to catch up to him. We ran. We were almost upon him when he hopped into a sky boat and headed towards Lower Dura on the other side of town. The DC piled into another boat and ordered the driver to follow Caibher. Once we saw which landing he was going for, we ordered our driver to catch up to him, but, somehow, we had picked the slowest boat in all of Sharn, and he couldn't accomodate us. With nothing left to it, we ordered the driver to lower his skiff down to street level ahead of Caibher, and we all jumped out to confront him. He recognized us right away, of course, and decided that he could take us. That was his first, and last, mistake. If he had run, he might have gotten away. Instead, he charged GR. The DC surrounded Caibher -- most bringing their weapons to bear, and IR summoning up the skeleton of a giant, upright, bear-like creature with the skull of a bird. I waited outside of the fight, to make sure he did not get away. Caibher quickly realized he was out-matched, and tried to manuever away. The DC was having none of that, however, and scrambled to keep him surrounded. I used the Hold Person scroll we had found down in the halls of the Order of the Closed Circle [ref: PJ-V3-89], but he shrugged off it's affects. IR summoned another large skeleton. CA was going for the kill, but GR kept his head about him, and tried to seperate the bundle Caibher had tied across his back from it's owner. Finally, he succeeded. Quickly, I conjured up an Unseen Servant from a wand I had purchased [ref: PJ-V4-18], and ordered it to bring me the package. XL signalled to our sky boat driver (whom I had promised a goodly reward to), and the skiff lowered itself down to street level. It was about this time that reinforcements arrived. The city watch almost never comes down to this part of town, evidently, and the local militia seemed to come in the form of a pack of bugbears and a dark, hooded figure. Unfortunately, Caibher seemed to be on good terms with the newcomers, and the reinforcements were his. In quick succession, the DC piled into the boat. We were lifting off, CA dangling from a rope held by GR, when the hooded figure revealed his true form: a gorgon! It scowled at IR, but she averted her gaze just in time to keep from begin turned to stone. We yelled at CA not to look down. Suddenly, the boat lurched as Caibher jumped onto the prow of the ship. XL tried to push him back, but Caibher was far too dexterous, and kept his footing. He lept over everyone to the back of the boat and made a grab for the package I had clutched to my chest. I made a show of fending off his attack and defending the armor. He bought it, of course -- I should be an actor! -- and, with a sneer, lept over the side of the boat to the ground far below. I smiled, and scrambled to the edge, looking down. A fair distance below me, Caibher stood in a circle of bugbears, looking into the sack he had recovered. He had the armor now. Unbeknownst to him, I had used my time in the bottom of the boat to put a powerful enchantment on the armor -- one that I called upon with a word. Suddenly, I held the armor in my hands. Success! Oh, how I would have loved seeing the look on his face as his stolen armor disappeared right out from under his nose. Precious! We made our way at top speed away from the scene. It was late evening, and raining to boot. Out of the darkness came a flying messenger from House Sivis: a magebred owl. He delivered a letter addressed to me then flew off. The seal was of Lady d'Vown of House Cannith [ref: PJ-V1-36]. She asked that we meet her at the Broken Anvil immediately. There was some dissension in the ranks -- we had just risked our lives acquiring this valued Breastplate and some of the DC wanted to turn it over to Professor Boroman -- but my calm rational argument pervailed. We went immediately to the Anvil. I hoped the Lady was all right!" . -- An excerpt from the Personal Journal of Artemis Heuw, Volume 4 "She said something along the lines of, 'Ah! I can see here why your magics never work. One of the coins you carry is cursed! Quicky! Place all of your money into this sacred coffer, given to me by the High Preistess of Kol Korran herself! Return, then, when the sun is newly risen, to collect your wealth, and the cursed coin will have turned to purest platinum, it's curse broken. Quickly! There is no time to waste!' I panicked, and did the only thing I could think of...." . -- An exerpt from the List of Regrets of Artemis Heuw, Festival of New Beginnings, 995YK [/QUOTE]
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