Part the Ninth:
In which: the plot thickens, Lira makes discoveries regarding Dwarven ale, and Thatch learns why he is not a rogue.
The party sleeps well (some better than others) and the next morning—although not, as Reyu would prefer, at the crack of dawn—they begin their journey back to Dar Pykos.
The trip back is uneventful, and Professor Alexandra is almost as glad to get her diamond as the party is to be rid of Edmund. They do give him a portion of the proceeds of the goods captured from the bandits, along with the used piece of scroll vellum.
“Take it,” Anvil tells him. “Use your magics to discover who created the scroll, so that we might know who has betrayed us.”
“Um… I don’t know if it’s possible—“
Anvil fixes him with a trademark stare. “I have every confidence in you. Now go! Return not until you have an answer.”
With much fluster, Edmund leaves.
Once the young wizard is out of earshot, Lira turns to Anvil. “I don’t think that
is possible.”
“No?”
She shakes her head.
“Then he will be able to expand the frontiers of knowledge.”
“And in the mean time he won’t bother us?”
“Kettennek’s Justice works in mysterious ways.”
No one can add anything to that, so the group returns to the temple to see Tenacious.
The senior Justicar is pleased with the success of their mission, but just as disturbed as the party is by their apparent betrayal and ambush on the road. He asks them to follow up on it and see what they can discover.
The party’s first and best clue is the holy symbol of Alirria left behind by the woman with the bandits. Within Dar Pykos there are several major Alirrian sects:
Major sects of Alirria within Dar Pykos:
Nature’s Tenders
This sect worships Alirria as the goddess of nature and growing things. They encourage those both in cities and the country to live in harmony with the Mothers’s bountiful gifts.
Nature’s Protectors
A fanatical offshoot of the Tenders with much more aggressive tendencies, the Protectors are effectively medieval eco-terrorists. They are an underground group, not officially sanctioned by the Benedictress.
The Givers of Life
Pacifists and healers, the Givers devote themselves to Alirria’s soothing aspects. They are physicians and midwives, who live to help the sick and injured.
Water Walkers
The Walkers worship Alirria as the patron of travelers. Consumed by wanderlust, they dedicate themselves to trying to see as much of her bounty as they can.
The Lady’s Handmaidens
The Handmaidens worship Alirria as the goddess of love and fertility, and they provide, ahem, services in that regard.
(Reprinted from Sects! Sects! Sects!: Where to Worship in Dar Pykos, Edward Fol, editor. published by Crazy Eddie’s Pocket Guides. Used with permission.)
Each sect has a distinctive design for their holy symbols. Naturally, the one that the party found has no such identifying features.
The party tends to suspect that the Protectors—with their rather criminal bent—might have had something to do with their attack. If the group sees arcane magic as unnatural, it makes sense. Of course, that same shady quality means that one cannot simply walk into their chapter-house and ask if they know someone who might have tried to kill the party. (In point of fact, the Protectors do not have a formal presence anywhere, let alone urban areas).
Luckily for the party, Dennis is a gardener, and since having been freed from slavery, he’s made some friends among the Tenders in the city. Dennis meets with one of them, a Sister Rose. She confirms that there is no one answering the woman’s description among
her order, and she doesn’t see one of her sistren having a motive to sabotage Professor Alexandra or the Dwarves. She does allow however, that the Protectors might, and cautiously agrees to see if she can arrange a meeting.
That evening, Lira goes to see Devon, her contact among the local Questors, to tell him of her adventures and to see if he has a friend among the Water-walkers. After all, if you’re going out in search of challenges, it’s a good idea to have a map, and no one makes maps like the Water-walkers.
Devon is very interested to hear Lira’s accounts of her latest adventure, and quite impressed when he learns that she likes Dwarven ale. As it happens, he has a small keg, which he promptly taps.
Between the ale and the good company, Lira nearly forgets the primary purpose of her visit. The keg has been drained down to the sludge, (which Devon assures her is the best part and Lira gamely tries), when Lira remembers to ask about Water-walkers.
“This woman, you think she’s one of them?”
“We don’t know. ‘S why we wanna ask.’
“Good plan, that.”
Once the merits of the plan have been decided, Devon remembers that he does have a friend among the Water-walkers. They go to talk to him.
Imagine the boundless joy of Devon’s friend to find two tipsy Questors on his front step.
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No, he doesn’t know anyone like the woman they describe among the Water-walkers.
No, he doesn’t know them all, and they do come and go quite a bit, but most of the women don’t wear dresses—not practical for walking through the world.
No, her holy symbol is not particular to his sect or any other.
Yes, he will let Devon know if he hears something, but he’s going to be leaving the city soon, and so doubts it will be of use.
Well, hopefully no great challenges will come his way, but a safe journey to you too, wherever the roads may take you.
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Lira stumbles back to Mrs. Blackman’s boarding house where the rest of the party is waiting for her. She falls into a chair holding her head.
“So,” Thatch asks, “what did you find out?”
Lira eyes him balefully. “The sludge is NOT the best part.”
Luckily, Sister Rose has, in the meantime, come through and arranged a meeting with a member of the Protectors at the Fortunate Traveller, a local Alirrian inn.
It is decided that Reyu and Dennis, being the most nature-oriented of the party, will actually talk to the contact while Lira and Thatch will stay in the background to keep an eye on things. Anvil, upon hearing where the meeting will take place decides that once
dazed is twice shy, and remains at the Temple to contemplate Justice.
(Note: No, of course Kettenek’s Justice is not cowed by mere cantrips, but Bad Monkey Jeff couldn’t make that session so we gave Anvil the excuse not to tag along.)
Lira and Thatch arrive at the inn first. Thatch orders two bowls of the house stew—quickly amended to one stew, one coffee by Lira—and looks around for the woman the others are supposed to be meeting. He finds her sitting at a back table, where she can keep an eye on the door and the rest of the room. She catches him staring and glares at him. Thatch quickly looks down at his soup. It’s tough to be inconspicuous when you’re nearly seven feet tall.
Reyu and Dennis arrive moments later. They go over to the woman and introduce themselves and their business.
“Why are you looking for this woman?” their contact asks.
Reyu steps in smoothly, “We think we found her holy symbol.”
A skeptical eyebrow arch. “You went to all this trouble, trying to return her holy symbol?”
“There is also some… unfinished business.”
“Oh? What sort of unfinished business?”
“She tried to kill us.”
The woman takes a moment to digest this. “Why would she do something like that?”
“We’re not sure,” Reyu replies evenly. “That’s part of the reason we want to talk to her.”
The other woman considers. “It’s not our way attack civilians without cause. It is true we have crossed paths with the Dwarves, but no true defender of Our Mother’s Gifts would trouble herself merely to impede a sale. If this was unprovoked by violence against her person, or the natural world, she is not acting as one of us.”
“What about the Wizards?” Reyu asks.
The woman blinks, puzzled. “What about them? We have no quarrel with the arcanists, certainly no more than with any other city-dweller.”
Given a description and shown a sketch of the caster with the bandits, the Protector says she doesn’t know anyone matching it. To Reyu and Dennis at least, she seems to be telling the truth.
“You’ll let us know if you hear anything of this woman?” Reyu asks.
The Protector just shoots a glance over at Thatch and Lira on the other side of the room. “Tell your friend over there he’s got a lot to learn about surveillance.”
Reyu and Dennis take this to mean that the interview is over. Seeing as their cover has already been blown, they walk over to where Thatch and Lira are sitting and join them.
“Is she one of them?” Thatch asks.
“No,” Dennis replies, “and this is the last time we send you undercover.”
“So,” says Lira, “she’s not a Protector, or a Water-walker, or a Tender, and gods help us if she’s a Giver, so what does that leave us?”
Dennis looks over at Thatch claps him on the shoulder, and cracks a wide smile. “Off to the Handmaidens!”
Thatch gulps. “Umm?”
to be continued…