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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 765002" data-attributes="member: 5675">As if that wasn't enough, Yvgeny's player has also provided me with an excellent "debriefing report" style of letter, as his client sends information on his mission to date back home...-----------------To His Eminence Pietr Orik,Temple of Ilmater,King’s Palace Square,Heliogabalus. Your Grace, First, apologies for the tardiness of this missive: I have been indisposed as of late with some pressing business, namely attempting to extricate myself from some trouble involving the local Thieves’ Guild. I will not bore you with details… Now, to cases. The Zhent problem has not yet become overt. They are making moves in other Dales, as I have already said, but I believe my previous warning was a false alarm. Maybe another month or two will prove me prescient; who knows! I now believe the biggest threat to be the Drow. Information I have managed to gather suggests that there are spies in the pay of the black elves in Dagger Falls itself. I will obviously keep you posted. More on the Dragon situation: It appears to have decided not to destroy the town, which is obviously a good thing. However, a dragon gone quiet is more to be feared that a raucous one as I’m sure you’ll agree. You can at least hear a noisy Dragon before it arrives! Incidentally, on the Monks who were receiving the brunt of the Dragon’s ire: They appear to have been driven mad! By all accounts, these Monks were of the Old Order, and therefore trustworthy. This is now, apparently, not the case as they have allegedly taken to murdering innocents. I hasten to add that I have yet to examine the scene of a crime perpetrated by one of these Monks, so cannot vouch for the validity of the above accusations; I may have to question one of these Monks myself. Ah! Here is some news! It appears the group of adventurers known as the Clearwater Crusaders have returned from parts unknown. I have managed to pass this information indirectly to my superior here. I know he considers me more trouble than I’m worth, so it’s safe to believe that he’ll use this as the excuse he needs to remove me from Dagger Falls. Ah! He calls me right now. Yes, indeed, Sir Dundragon is nothing if not a model of constancy. He sent me straightway to the inn where the Clearwater Crusaders were staying, with the command: ‘Join up!’ Triad save me if they didn’t need a Cleric in the party: Fortunately, they did. For the record, I will describe them here: The first I laid eyes on was none other than a Monk of the Old Order. Needless to say, I challenged him on the behaviour of his brother monks, but he seemed genuinely perplexed. I believed his story that he had been out of the country for a month or more, and therefore did not press further. The only other member that was immediately in view was skulking in the shadows of his hood, in the shadows of the shadows of the darkened corner of the inn. I was a little apprehensive as I could sense the ill intents that this person was capable of. However, after engaging him in conversation I detected a certain manner of the professional killer. Clearly, anyone without a licence for such a job would not make his vocation so plainly obvious, so I baited him by (verbally) attacking the Thayans. Indeed, he was quick to put me in my place, so I think it safe to assume that he is a government enforcer. As for the remaining members of the Crusaders: One was buried under a mound of female flesh, the other was soaking up equal amounts of bathwater and ale. The buried victim turned out to be a Sorcerer of some skill, while the soaker became a dwarf, and probably a barbarian dwarf at that. There was one other member of the group, but he was either invisible, too small to see, or scarce. Ilmater help me if he’s a halfling! So, I asked if I could join. Most agreed almost on the instant, except for the enforcer. This gave another clue as to his identity: He probably knew me already, and decided I was a troublemaker! Whatever his reason, realising the rest of the party were unanimous he grudgingly threw his hat in too, with the proviso that if I were to heal him, I don’t preach whilst doing it. I agreed, with the quid pro quo that if he kills, he kills mercifully. Ilmater forgive me if he uses poison. And with that, I was thrown right into the thick of things! In a matter of hours I was in the presence of none other than Randal Morn… And then the lights went out! We were surrounded by a well-organised band of killers who did their level best to slice us up, fighting as pairs to cause most damage. Even Lord Morn received a nasty stab wound. Fortunately, my friends have clearly spent many months battling all kinds of creatures: Whilst I was trying to un-rust my fists, the rest were laying about with spell, axe, sword and fists of their own, until the enemy realised they would be bested. The remainder of these dark rogues then spoke an incantation and vanished. I prayed for the dead: One look at the chopped meat left by the dwarf Condar and his huge axe was enough to persuade me that Extracting the Pledge was going to be a little difficult in this scuffle! Triad help me, if I didn’t go into town to sell the weapons and armour of these poor souls just hours after as well. Clearly, I could not keep the proceeds that were due me for my share in the battle: 600 gold pieces! I give all of it to the Temple, which should make Sir Dundragon a little more pleased to see me, I would hope! Then I prayed for my own soul. Anyway, I must now sign off. The Clearwater Crusaders have been tasked with clearing out a nest of vampires, so this is definitely my chance to shine, so to speak! Hopefully, Ilmater will consider this atonement. Until next time, your grace.Yvgeny. Ilmater save the King.</blockquote>

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