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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nebulous" data-source="post: 4743363" data-attributes="member: 31465">Adventure #3: Tallow's DeepPART ONEAdventure #3: Tallow’s DeepThe session begins immediately where the last one ended.Merric Littlefoot and Douvan Stahl are waiting in the shadows after Balthazar has arrived at Blackjack’s Pig Farm.  They’re in a green field, the scent of grass and pig <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> wafting around them, but mostly from Douvan who has slathered himself in feces to shield his presence from the nosy pseudodragon. (Oh, the poo-poo jokes were flying thick this session; I won’t even bother recounting them all).<img src="http://www.zikadik.com/silverymoon/pigs.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Eventually the two heroes sneak closer to the building, trying to find a window or door to allow entrance.  They’re careful to avoid the dogs congregated at the front stoop.  Sliding through the shadows, they finally press up against a window, only to find it barred and the drapes shut.  They can’t see inside, but they CAN hear Balthazar’s voice raised in anger:<img src="http://www.zikadik.com/silverymoon/baltha.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />“There’s not enough!  We’ll need more, many more.  You fool!  You had a month to take care of this!” <img src="http://www.zikadik.com/silverymoon/blackjack.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />The other voice sounds like the scarred man from before, very apologetic now, and then the voices fade.  They hear a door slam.  And then a door opens, the front door, and light spills into the darkness.  A man’s shadow is extended from the portal of light. They hear wings and something flutters into the night, most likely that invisible pseudodragon.  Merric and Douvan barely breathe as they huddle against the wall.  If that little monster can see in the dark then there’s no way they can hide from it…They hear the thing a few more times, like a bat circling around, and it eventually returns and the door shuts.Merric and Douvan decide that this has been enough risk for one evening.  Their companions Jolen the cleric and Nari-lanna don’t even know where they are, and rather than split up again and risk brigands on the road and angry wizards at the farm, the duo returns to Everlund as fast as they can.  Back in town, they reconvene with their allies who have been waiting at the shrine of Tempus.  Merric and Douvan have been gone for hours and the others were starting to get worried.  Merric has swiped a jar of spices from the wagon at the farm, so they’ll take a closer look at that, but it’s nothing more than oregano and parsley.  It is only 10 pm and they feel that there is still some snooping that can be done. Their thoughts return to the Merchant Guild, the caravan and the wagons.  What was Balthazar carrying?  Is it a huge secret?  How much does Mayor Horace know about this? Do the travel logs have a detailed listing of the contents of the wagons?  Douvan and Merric decide to break into the warehouse and find the logs, while Nari-lana and Jolen return to a tavern and start asking about Balthazar and Blackjack, the scarred man.Turns out that a lot of people know Blackjack.  He’s an ornery ex-soldier from the Everlund militia and he’s now a pig farmer operating outside of town.  He’s not particularly well liked.  But no one has heard of a wizard named Balthazar. At the merchant warehouse on the River Rauvin, Merric and Douvan find four guards stationed at each of the cardinal corners.  By luck, the guard at the south has dozed off in his chair, and Merric is able to sneak up, pick the lock and infiltrate the building.  Douvan scuttles in behind the halfing, but the guard is roused at the last second.  Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he fails to notice the cracked door beside him, and soon falls back asleep.  Douvan carefully and quietly locks the door. [GM Note: Breaking into thewarehouse created the inevitable option of burning it down and killing all the guards, preferably by tying them to a barrel of gasoline, the first in a long series of destruction across the Realms].They search quickly by candlelight, and eventually find the ledger from that morning.  Indeed, there were dozens and dozens of various spices labeled, but nothing comes across as unusual.  Somewhat discouraged, they leave the warehouse (intact) and return to their companions.  There is not much more to do tonight, so they decide to get a good night’s rest and start again in the morning.  After all, that will be the first day of BurgerFest and the heroes are very curious to see what all the fuss is about. Dawn arrives, and the buzz of excitement is apparent. In fact, huge banners have been hung above all the main gates into town:<img src="http://www.zikadik.com/silverymoon/burgerfest.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>

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