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<blockquote data-quote="soanso" data-source="post: 6162902" data-attributes="member: 6684655"><p><strong>The Sandpoint Glassworks</strong></p><p></p><p>I steeled myself against the gory backdrop of the fight; a dozen melon-headed goblins occupied the foundry, which was littered with glass, tools, materials, and the limbs and scarred bodies of the innocent dead; simple craftsmen cut down in some bizarre, destructive fracas. I asked Desna to take them under her wings. Low tables occupied the length of the room, and smoky fires choked the breathable air. We fought our way through the workshop, C and Mundin waded into battle as Vohoi cast another <em>sleep</em> spell, giving Shaiira an advantage as she followed into the fray. My blade struck as true as my voice more than once. We noted one goblin slipped out the doors at the back of the room; our injuries were minor. </p><p> </p><p>My heart cried out to Kaijitsu, a man of whom I knew little. His family was irrevocably lost, and his anguish was his lasting testament to the fury and futility that sometimes is the life lived. Being stripped of family, of normalcy, of the fundamental control of your life is a futility with which few can empathize. I couldn’t imagine Ameiko mixed up in all this, and Mundin echoed my thoughts with his words- if my thoughts were as bereft of sentiment as were his words. But he had the right intention.</p><p> </p><p>“Let’s follow the gob, he’ll lead us to the Bastard!” (I must remember to sit down with the dwarf over a bottle of wine and discuss the finer points of Subtlety. Sha didn’t blink, but I did.) We concurred and followed the goblin’s trail through the double doors. We found rakes, shovels, brooms, and a few wheelbarrows strewn about disturbed piles of sand, as well as a safe on the floor, its door ajar.</p><p> </p><p>The placement of the safe seemed odd; perhaps it was carried here? A utility room is an odd place for safe-keeping, so close to the foundry itself. Nonetheless, the safe was empty and there were several doors as well as a staircase descending to the basement. Of course, we chose the stairs.</p><p> </p><p>We found ourselves in a set of tunnels leaving at a right-angle. A goblin and a human stood in one. Mundin charged the goblin, and the human drew a short bow. A second goblin flanked Mundin from the other side; between the three he took a beating. I came to his side and stabbed one before he cleaved the other twain with his axe. C came forward to heal the fighter as the human and the wounded goblin took off down the opposite corridor. Shaiira padded off after them, quiet as a cat.</p><p> </p><p>She got the drop on them both and dispatched the goblin in one quick swipe from her bladed scarf. Mundin had doubled back as well, and met the human- or so he thought. “Tis the Brother!” he roared, bringing his axe to bear. </p><p> </p><p>Tsuto. </p><p> </p><p>“Don’t kill him!” Vohoi and I called sharply as we raced to the fight, not doubting the dwarf. </p><p>“No promises!” he yelled back. “He hit me first!”</p><p>As I entered range, Shaiira said, “He only hit his beard.”</p><p> “I think that’s close enough,” I said. </p><p> </p><p>“Tsuto! Lay down your weapons and come with us,” Vohoi’s booming tenor echoed in the cramped corridor. “We’ve made arrangements for your safety.” The Tian half-elf- his identity illuminated in the incandescent circle provided by the sorcerer’s <em><em>light</em></em> spell on my drawn rapier- ignored the request and instead swung his fists again at the dwarf. Tsuto may be practiced in the martial arts but he was unable to land even a glancing blow on the dwarf. I echoed Vohoi’s call for surrender; the sudden appearance of goblins and an estranged family member in the same place warranted a story.</p><p> </p><p>“Master Tsuto, there is no other way out. Come with us, the glassworks is surrounded. Please, keep your health. It is the best way.” My plea fell to deaf ears- it was obvious he was determined to make a foolhardy stand against overwhelming odds, here, in the belly of his father’s legacy. Axe poised, Mundin hesitated but one second before none called him to stay his hand.</p><p> </p><p>The dwarf’s axe struck true, and Tsuto Kaijitsu was dead. His story over, at least in life. My mates lingered over the body as I approached. Cousin Max had a saying, “The most awkward moment of the hunt is the dressing.” I knelt down beside Tsuto and lidded his eyes; I offered no sentiment, his soul was already given. I rifled through his pack and clothing, handing a bow and arrows, a sword, and the contents of his pack over my head; each was taken in turn. I took his ring and handed it to the sorcerer. </p><p> </p><p>“Tis a fine ring for an unmarried man,” I said as I winked. “Perhaps it’s enchanted.” The ring was; Vohoi gladly accepted the piece of finery, giving him some magic protection from our enemies.</p><p> </p><p>Tsuto’s fine thieves’ tools were given to Shaiira, who in turn gave me her more mundane set. We also recovered a hefty load of gold and silver dust, likely stolen from the safe.</p><p> </p><p>I recovered Tsuto’s journal and quickly flipped through it. He was involved in many dark plots against Sandpoint-</p><p> Ameiko.</p><p> </p><p>Several doors punctuated the squared corridor, most contained nothing more than glass-making supplies and equipment. One served as Tsuto’s study; for how long he tarried here is not known. I rifled through his desk and snagged a half-full bottle of wine, a recent Magnimar blend. I made note to ask Aldern about the vintner. Shaiira inspected the doors and hallways for traps until we finally found Ameiko- bound, gagged, and unconscious in a storage room. After healing her, we gently broke the news to her. She was, surprisingly, not stunned.</p><p> </p><p>“Aye, I am sad to see Tsuto has fallen finally to his wicked ways. My father-“ she paused long enough to compose herself. “My father. When I met Tsuto here, he told me of a plan to sack Sandpoint, to really stick it to ‘them’, as he called the townsfolk. He had joined a mercenary party, and worked for some sort of demon…” </p><p> </p><p>She trailed off, and we decided it best to return her to the Rusty Dragon for recuperation. I retired to my room to study Tsuto’s journal.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="soanso, post: 6162902, member: 6684655"] [b]The Sandpoint Glassworks[/b] I steeled myself against the gory backdrop of the fight; a dozen melon-headed goblins occupied the foundry, which was littered with glass, tools, materials, and the limbs and scarred bodies of the innocent dead; simple craftsmen cut down in some bizarre, destructive fracas. I asked Desna to take them under her wings. Low tables occupied the length of the room, and smoky fires choked the breathable air. We fought our way through the workshop, C and Mundin waded into battle as Vohoi cast another [I]sleep[/I] spell, giving Shaiira an advantage as she followed into the fray. My blade struck as true as my voice more than once. We noted one goblin slipped out the doors at the back of the room; our injuries were minor. My heart cried out to Kaijitsu, a man of whom I knew little. His family was irrevocably lost, and his anguish was his lasting testament to the fury and futility that sometimes is the life lived. Being stripped of family, of normalcy, of the fundamental control of your life is a futility with which few can empathize. I couldn’t imagine Ameiko mixed up in all this, and Mundin echoed my thoughts with his words- if my thoughts were as bereft of sentiment as were his words. But he had the right intention. “Let’s follow the gob, he’ll lead us to the Bastard!” (I must remember to sit down with the dwarf over a bottle of wine and discuss the finer points of Subtlety. Sha didn’t blink, but I did.) We concurred and followed the goblin’s trail through the double doors. We found rakes, shovels, brooms, and a few wheelbarrows strewn about disturbed piles of sand, as well as a safe on the floor, its door ajar. The placement of the safe seemed odd; perhaps it was carried here? A utility room is an odd place for safe-keeping, so close to the foundry itself. Nonetheless, the safe was empty and there were several doors as well as a staircase descending to the basement. Of course, we chose the stairs. We found ourselves in a set of tunnels leaving at a right-angle. A goblin and a human stood in one. Mundin charged the goblin, and the human drew a short bow. A second goblin flanked Mundin from the other side; between the three he took a beating. I came to his side and stabbed one before he cleaved the other twain with his axe. C came forward to heal the fighter as the human and the wounded goblin took off down the opposite corridor. Shaiira padded off after them, quiet as a cat. She got the drop on them both and dispatched the goblin in one quick swipe from her bladed scarf. Mundin had doubled back as well, and met the human- or so he thought. “Tis the Brother!” he roared, bringing his axe to bear. Tsuto. “Don’t kill him!” Vohoi and I called sharply as we raced to the fight, not doubting the dwarf. “No promises!” he yelled back. “He hit me first!” As I entered range, Shaiira said, “He only hit his beard.” “I think that’s close enough,” I said. “Tsuto! Lay down your weapons and come with us,” Vohoi’s booming tenor echoed in the cramped corridor. “We’ve made arrangements for your safety.” The Tian half-elf- his identity illuminated in the incandescent circle provided by the sorcerer’s [I][I]light[/I][/I] spell on my drawn rapier- ignored the request and instead swung his fists again at the dwarf. Tsuto may be practiced in the martial arts but he was unable to land even a glancing blow on the dwarf. I echoed Vohoi’s call for surrender; the sudden appearance of goblins and an estranged family member in the same place warranted a story. “Master Tsuto, there is no other way out. Come with us, the glassworks is surrounded. Please, keep your health. It is the best way.” My plea fell to deaf ears- it was obvious he was determined to make a foolhardy stand against overwhelming odds, here, in the belly of his father’s legacy. Axe poised, Mundin hesitated but one second before none called him to stay his hand. The dwarf’s axe struck true, and Tsuto Kaijitsu was dead. His story over, at least in life. My mates lingered over the body as I approached. Cousin Max had a saying, “The most awkward moment of the hunt is the dressing.” I knelt down beside Tsuto and lidded his eyes; I offered no sentiment, his soul was already given. I rifled through his pack and clothing, handing a bow and arrows, a sword, and the contents of his pack over my head; each was taken in turn. I took his ring and handed it to the sorcerer. “Tis a fine ring for an unmarried man,” I said as I winked. “Perhaps it’s enchanted.” The ring was; Vohoi gladly accepted the piece of finery, giving him some magic protection from our enemies. Tsuto’s fine thieves’ tools were given to Shaiira, who in turn gave me her more mundane set. We also recovered a hefty load of gold and silver dust, likely stolen from the safe. I recovered Tsuto’s journal and quickly flipped through it. He was involved in many dark plots against Sandpoint- Ameiko. Several doors punctuated the squared corridor, most contained nothing more than glass-making supplies and equipment. One served as Tsuto’s study; for how long he tarried here is not known. I rifled through his desk and snagged a half-full bottle of wine, a recent Magnimar blend. I made note to ask Aldern about the vintner. Shaiira inspected the doors and hallways for traps until we finally found Ameiko- bound, gagged, and unconscious in a storage room. After healing her, we gently broke the news to her. She was, surprisingly, not stunned. “Aye, I am sad to see Tsuto has fallen finally to his wicked ways. My father-“ she paused long enough to compose herself. “My father. When I met Tsuto here, he told me of a plan to sack Sandpoint, to really stick it to ‘them’, as he called the townsfolk. He had joined a mercenary party, and worked for some sort of demon…” She trailed off, and we decided it best to return her to the Rusty Dragon for recuperation. I retired to my room to study Tsuto’s journal. [/QUOTE]
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