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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 497377" data-attributes="member: 5675">Jared Blackspawn’s JournalPart 10----------------------------------Marpenoth 5th - Braddoc set off to find out who the dead dwarf from the lair was, asking around the various dwarven residences in the area. After asking around for several hours the identity of the body was confirmed as Delgard Rudenheim, Braddoc's brother. I headed to an alchemist and refreshed my stocks of make up to maintain my disguise for a few days longer. with that done I returned to the Inn. This evening, along with most of the group, I headed across town to the Ancient Unicorn Tavern, where tonight they were hosting a series of games of skill and might. Certainly seemed a more interesting way to spend the night than sitting around at the Inn getting drunk. I beat two humans and an elf at dagger throwing, leaving with a few more coins to pad my purse than I arrived with. Meanwhile Braddoc and Tanus challenged a large fellow by the name of Thrud to a drinking and arm wrestling contest. He handily beat Braddoc, but Tanus proved to be more than a match for him, beating him several times until Thrud was too drunk to continue and had to be carried away by his friends. We stayed for a while longer watching games at other tables, before heading back to the Inn. On the way back we heard a woman scream and hurried into an alleyway, whereupon we were ambushed by a mob of common thugs, the woman one of their number. they sprang their ambush upon hearing Braddoc call out that we were the Clearwater Crusaders. Honestly, does no-one in this group understand the need for discretion but me? Anonymity is a friend. We ploughed through the thugs, though Braddoc was badly hurt by them, and I found myself missing the company of Stedd who had declined to come out to the tavern, preferring quiet meditation in his room at the Inn. They were well equipped with very good quality armour and weapons, namely shortswords, which I appropriated for myself to replace my old swords, and also a few to trade on for much needed coin. Each was also carrying an identical amount of coins, suggesting that someone, somewhere has a private army and does not want us around. We then headed back to the Inn and I am about to crash into bed, a little weary and just a bit drunk on wine and adrenaline. Marpenoth 6th - I got up early and along with Braddoc and Stedd headed out to check on the strange blue-grey metal that those superior quality shortswords I took are made of. We made our way to a backstreet dwarven smithy and unfortunately I had been lax in applying my makeup this morning and the dwarf master smith noticed, attacking me with an axe screaming "Death to all drow!!" I sliced him with both swords in my own defense and then Braddoc and Stedd intervened, imposing themselves between us and stopping the fight. I backed out of the smithy, followed by the other two who had been told to leave. They then dragged me into an alleyway, where I fixed my disguise until they were satisfied. A shame... I could have taken that dwarf! We then headed to another smithy where we learned that the shortswords were made at Gullivers smithy. I sold one of my spare shortswords to the smith here for 200 gold coins! More money than I have had in quite some time (not counting the approximately 400 gold worth of silver I have sat in a vault under Lathander's church that I can't do anything with). We headed to Gullivers then, where we learnt that he had sold a very large number of these weapons and armour too of a similar excellent quality to an anonymous buyer recently. Whoever this person is they must be insanely wealthy to afford such an outlay. Braddoc and myself both consider the Zhentarim as a likely suspect, as they have great wealth, and a vested interest in reclaiming this region (and the Dalelands entire if they get their way). We then headed back to the Inn for the rest of the day. I have no idea what Taeghan and Tanus have gotten up to today. As for Rand, I have not seen him in days, since we arrived back in Dagger Falls to be precise. I know he left the Thayan enclave with us, and I think he came with us back to the Inn, but I am fairly sure I have not seen sign of him since. As I was writing this journal tonight, the window creaked open and the elf nimbly leapt through to land in my room. He has appointed me a task, as he said he would. I am to go to a house across town and assassinate the merchant who resides within, his bodyguard also. It seems that the merchant is considered to be a risk to Daggerdales security owing to some dealings he is engaged in. The elf did not tell me more, and his tone left me in no doubt that I am to go now to do this. I feel a great anxiety for some reason, this elf has made it plain to me that he would prefer me dead, as indeed do all elves, even Teaghan I would imagine. Further this is a task for which I have little skill, I have never been trained to pick a lock or break into a building. Still, the challenge has been placed before me, I will prove myself equal to it, or I will perish in the attempt. If all goes well, I will write of my exploits in the morning, if not, this will be my final entry... Note Added by Miles Killian O'Kayne (Marpenoth 10th) - There has been no sighting of Jared since his last entry in this book. I can only conclude that he has died in his attempt to rob this merchant's house. As to who this elf he purports to speak to is, I have no idea, I find the idea that an elf would contract a drow to carry out a killing of a respectable member of the Dagger Falls middle classes ludicrous. Doubtless this was a story concocted by Jared to cover his tracks. He speaks of his desire for wealth on many occasions in this journal, I believe his lust for currency drove him to theft and he has perished in the attempt. A fitting end I think.</blockquote>

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