Scene 3 – Sewer
March 2nd 7 pm
Our heroes look around the graveyard. It is not a very inspiring sight. The light covering of snow can’t hide its current state of disrepair. Finding the sewer exit is easy enough – they just follow their noses – and that looks even less inviting.
“After you,” says Agatha, and with a sour expression Gribron wades into the foul smelling tunnel, his feet crunching on various frozen items on the tunnel floor, which he tries not to examine too closely.
Once Gribron is well and truly into the tunnel, Agatha turns to the others. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all. Perhaps we should all go home before we all smell as bad as Gribron does.”
“The way is blocked by a grating,” says Gribron from inside. “I’ll see if I can pick the lock.” However, when he touches the rusty grating it falls over backwards with a crash. Its hinges have been snapped off, fairly recently by the look of things, and then someone must have propped it back up again.
“Do you think you could make a bit more noise?” asks Agatha. “Some of the dead in the graveyard might not have heard that crash.”
Low groans and hisses start coming out of the tunnel. “Stop messing about,” says Agatha. “I know its you making that noise.”
The rest of the party clamber into the tunnel and head towards Gribron, who turns to Agatha and places his hand over his mouth. The groans and hisses continue unabated.
“So you’re making noises using magic,” snorts Agatha.
Gribron rolls his eyes skyward in an exaggerated gesture of despair. “Then maybe you’d like to go first,” he says.
“No thanks. That’s your job. You’re the expendable one.”
Gribron moves cautiously along the tunnel, his magical torch in his hand. Ahead the tunnel opens out into a fairly large cavern, decorated with numerous odd looking lumps of ice, some of which are several feet high. They are packed closely together, and seem to be the source of the strange noises.
“I’ll check out the cavern,” says Solsus. He vanishes from sight, and flits past Gribron. As he approaches the frozen objects, they start to thrash and wave about, but he manages to elude their grasp and returns to the others.
“What are those things?” asks Agatha.
“Zombies, I think,” says Solsus. They have been half buried in the ground, and frozen in place. Looks like they are under orders to attack intruders. There are a few small holes in the ceiling off to the right, but too small to get casks through.
“There is also a grating at the far end, where the zombies are thickest. It’s then only way I can see for getting large objects out of the cavern, assuming you know the trick of getting past the zombies.”
“I know a trick or two,” says Jonathan with a smirk. “Let’s see if I can warm those zombies up a bit.” The cavern suddenly erupts in a fiery explosion. When the steam clears, the zombies in the area of effect are reduced to charred dust.
The party cautiously approach the grating. The remaining zombies whirl their arms in a futile attempt to reach them. It is a heavy metal grate, and despite their best efforts our heroes are unable to lift it. “Maybe it will be easier from the other side,” says Gribron. He vanishes briefly, and then appears on the other side in a shower of sparks. He crouches down and starts to carefully examine the grating.
Concentrating on his work, he fails to notice a large, shambling, skeletal figure until it is almost too late. The creature reaches out for him with its long, pink tongue. Gribron gives a shriek and jaunts back to the other side of the grating.
“What the heck was that?” he demands.
“I couldn’t make out any details,” says Jonathan, “and its moved back out of sight, but it looked to me like a mohrg. If so, I seem to remember you want to avoid being touched by its tongue. Could you go back up there and have a closer look for me?”
“No way!” says Gribron. “I’m not going back up there on my own.” He studies the underside of the grating, using the extra knowledge he has gained from his brief look at the top. He manages to tweak it so that it can be opened more easily from this side, and they heave on the grating once more.
This time it opens, and they climb quickly into the room above. However, there is no sign of the mohrg. Instead, they are in a square room that looks somewhat familiar.
“This is the torture chamber in the prison,” says Gribron. “We ‘questioned’ Jinis here when we were trying to rescue him. That door leads out into the corridor.” He cautiously tries the door. “Its locked. Are mohrgs any good with locks?”
“They are quite cunning, but I don’t think they are very mechanically minded,” says Jonathan. “I wonder where it could have got to …”
At that moment a concealed door in the corner of the room opens, and the creature lumbers out. Its long pink tongue heads for Gribron, and once more he has to jaunt out of the way. Then Agatha, Jonathan and Gribron manage to blast it into pieces.
They search the room, but find no more secret doors, and nothing much of interest, although Jonathan pockets some thumbscrews. Gribron picks the lock on the door and they head out into the corridor. There are two more door off the right hand side, and a door at the end.
Gribron remembers that the door at the end leads into a guardroom, and has stairs leading up into the castle proper. They decide to investigate the other two rooms, which turn out to be storerooms of some sort, but they don’t find anything useful. Someone has been using one storeroom recently for some kind of alchemical experiments, but they are unable to determine what it was.
Solsus listens at the door of the guardroom, and can hear voices. He can’t make out individual words, but it sounds like two or more people are having a relaxed conversation, obviously not expecting trouble.
Trouble is what they get, however. Jonathan transforms himself into a troll, and the party bursts into the room. Inside there are four soldiers, the Ragesian ambassador and his aide, Inquisitor Torrax.
The ambassador tries to flee whilst the rest hold off the party, but our heroes slaughter all six opponents in short order. The soldiers were members of the royal guard, presumably subverted by the Ragesians into their service. In a macabre touch, they each have a piece of black onyx in their mouths – this makes it easier to bring them back as undead should they die on duty.
It appears the ambassador has been composing two messages to send to his superiors, one claiming success and one reporting failure. It appears the plan is to kill the nobility of Dassen. The inquisitor, meanwhile, had been passing the time by reading a book of humorous prisoner confessions.
A door leads into the cell block. The party give it a cursory search, but it appears all the prisoners have been released – perhaps as part of the festival.
The two Ragesians have a variety of interesting magical items on them, which the party split amongst themselves. What is perhaps more interesting is a blank scroll, of the sort normally sued to hold an arcane spell. The spell has been cast recently, wiping the information from the scroll but leaving behind a faint residue. Agatha examines it carefully. “I think it once held a rope trick spell,” she says at last.
“The spell that creates an extra dimensional hiding place?” says Gribron. “Interesting. If they had such a bolt hole, why weren’t they using it?”
“It wouldn’t last very long,” says Agatha. “Only a couple of hours, probably. It can’t be in here. I’d see it if it was. I’m very good at seeing unseen things.”
“Maybe they are using it for something else?” suggests Caryk. “Perhaps the missing casks are filled with alchemists fire, and they have positioned them above the banquet table. When the spell ends, the cask will fall on the king and his guests.”
“Seems a bit too random and unpredictable to me,” says Jonathan. “From what we’ve seen, the Ragesians like complicated plots with nothing left to chance.” He thinks for a moment. “I wonder … The protection the Book of Eight Lands gives to the nobles. Would it work from a different plane, do you think?”
“Maybe not,” says Agatha. “If they put the book in the extra dimensional rope trick, it would count as being on a different plane, and might leave the nobles vulnerable to poison. And that dwarf did say the special vault was unguarded.”
“So what do we do now?” asks Caryk. “Head for the kitchens, or head for the vault? The banquet is probably starting any minute now.”
“From what I remember of the layout of the castle,” says Solsus, “the banqueting hall is pretty much at the top of these stairs. Let’s head there, since it is closer.”
The party emerges onto a long corridor To the left it leads to the banquet hall and the kitchen. To the right it leads eventually to the vault. The party head left, and are soon accosted by the guards outside the banquet hall. There are at least a dozen guards here, and many more within earshot.
“Halt,” says the first guard, who appears to be a captain. “This area is off limits at the moment. There is an official function in progress.”
“We are with Duke Gallo,” says Jonathan. “We need to get in and see him as a matter of urgency.”
“I’m sorry,” replies the guard. “The king has left strict orders they are not to be disturbed. It’s not just a banquet, it is an important diplomatic event aimed at restoring the kingdom’s unity. If you are with the Duke, you should have gone in with his other guards earlier.”
“There are guards in there?”
“Of course. All the nobles have retinues.” He sniffs the air. “And none of them smell as bad as you do. I can’t possibly let you in to a royal banquet smelling like you do, even if I wanted to.”
“Has the banquet started yet?”
“No, the first course hasn’t gone in yet.”
“Then let us into the kitchen.”
“Why would you want to go into the kitchen?” The guard eyes them suspiciously, taking in their arms and armour for the first time. “What is your business here anyway? Ever since the King’s family was murdered we’ve all heard the tales of assassins and agitators seeking to unsettle the kingdom.”
Solsus, in despair, decides to fall back on the truth. “We think there is a plot to poison the nobles. We need to get into the kitchen to check.”
“Poison? That’s ridiculous. The Book of Eight lands protects the nobles from poison, as well as enchantment and divination magic.”
“We have reason to believe the book may not be working,” says Caryk. “But anyway, you said there were guards in there. They’ll be poisoned even if the nobles survive. Some of them are probably friends of yours.”
The guard hesitates, uncertain where his duty lies. Then he comes to a decision.
“All right, you can inspect the kitchens. But me and my men will come in with you, to make sure there’s no funny business. And for the sake of all the gods don’t handle any food. You all stink. Have you been in the sewers or something?”
Our heroes head into the kitchen. A group of servants are working hard to get the first course ready. They glance up at the intrusion, then go back to work. The guard tries to get their attention, but they ignore him. This dedication seems somewhat unusual; Agatha uses her arcane sight and confirms they are under some sort of spell.
Caryk calls upon the power of Aurean, and confirms her diagnosis. “It is some sort of enchantment effect, controlling their minds. It is a powerful one too, but I can’t identify it.”
“Maybe I can dispel it,” says Solsus. “My fey heritage gives me a thorough knowledge of such things.” He casts a spell, and nine of the ten servants slowly stop working. The tenth continues on.
“Only one is still under the spell,” reports Caryk. “I suggest you restrain him, but gently since he is but a victim here.”
Meanwhile, Gribron and Jonathan have been searching the large kitchen. They find a collection of casks, which contain a weird red powder.
“What’s in the casks?” asks Gribron.
“Dunno,” replies one of the cooks. “It’s a special spice we were ordered to put in all the food. Foreign, apparently.”
“All the food? The king as well?”
“Yeah. Anyway, the nobles like to swap plates. You know, just in case.”
Jonathan examines the contents of the casks. Suddenly, it dawns on him what they contain. “This is a rare alchemical substance called Red Madness,” he says. “It will drive anyone who eats it temporarily insane, generally sending them on a killing spree.”
“The note we found in the Alydi Gap watchtower referred to ‘If Madness succeeds’,” says Solsus. “This must have been what they were referring to. It’s not a poison, so the Book wouldn’t protect the nobles.”
“Technically, I think it is a poison,” says Jonathan, “just an alchemical one rather than a natural one. I don’t think it matters though. If the heavily armed guards eat this stuff and run amok, it would turn into a bloodbath in there.”
“So is the Book working or not?” asks Agatha.
“I don’t know, and I don’t see how we can safely find out,” says Jonathan.
“I do,” says Agatha. “Let me have a quick peek into the banquet hall.”
The guard captain, out of his depth, agrees to her request. They leave, only to return shortly afterwards.
“Lord Gallo’s sword is magical,” says Agatha.
“I imagine it is,” says Jonathan. “He’s rich enough to have any number of magical trinkets.”
“Of course,” says Agatha. “But up until now I’ve never been able to detect any magical auras on him. The Book must have been preventing divination spells, as the captain said. Well, it isn’t any more.”
Leaving most of the guards in charge of the kitchen, the captain and his men accompany our heroes to the vault at top speed. “I’ll explain the situation to the vault guards,” says the captain as they arrive.
However, there are no guards to be seen, and the party are able to walk straight in. “So what is stopping the Book just walking out?” asks Gribron with professional curiosity.
“There are a load of magical wards at the entrance,” says Agatha, “which are working perfectly as far as I can tell. However, if we find the book, feel free to try and steal it. Just let me get to a safe vantage point first.”
She spends a nervous couple of minutes looking for an invisible window into an extra dimensional space, but eventually she finds it. Solsus flies up and retrieves the book. With a meaningful glance at Gribron, he puts it back into its designated place.
“I guess we’ve saved the day again,” says Gribron. “All that’s left is to tell Lord Gallo and the King what has happened, and collect our reward.” He saunters off back to the banquet hall, with the others in his wake.
“Seems a bit too easy to me ….” says Agatha thoughtfully.