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Pathfinder 1E Way of the Wicked Playthrough

rchodges

Villager
Having been inspired from the tale of one of my friends who has been (at the time of this writing) running a campaign where one of the members of his playgroup committed what most would consider "cartoonishly evil" actions, I told my friend that I would love to get into a campaign to actually show what an "evil" character would behave like. He suggested that we play a module that he had owned for some time called "Way of the Wicked". I told him I would very much enjoy an opportunity to do so, and brought together a few of my friends in order to commence with the process.

Characters:
Donovan - Half Elf Investigator (Empiricist Archetype)
Tamsen - Tiefling Witch (Seducer Archetype)
Bebop - Shifter Alchemist (Beastmorph Archetype)
Lucius - Human Summoner

And so, our characters arrived at Branderscar...

Donovan always considered himself a smart individual. The son of an Elf Wizard and a Human Merchant, he was taught from an early age that knowledge and insight were the ultimate tools of power to wield. At a young age, he found a group of friends that he would attempt to enter into the black market with. He knew that there was a risk that the type of business he was planning to engage in carried the potential of drawing the attention of the authorities of Talingarde, but he believed that the risk would ultimately pay off with a long term connection. What he didn't anticipate was how difficult it would be to sway the opinions of the guards of Branderscar once he and his group were arrested.

By the time Donovan arrived at the cells in this prison, the rest of his team had already been present for a couple of days, each of them looking none to pleasant for their time spent. It hurt Donovan the most seeing the abuse that Tamsen had received at the hands of the guards, but there was little he could do to change things at this point. Bebop, quick to jump into action, would continue to provoke the guards to attention, causing the whole group to quickly fall to the beatings that would come for them every time. Donovan had been practicing his escape techniques in anticipation of being arrested, but he had failed to master the skill enough to truly be able to free his wrists and legs from the cuffs. Even if he did escape, what then? With only two days before the arrival of the executioner, there was not enough time to put all of his desired actions into motion. Worse still, the rest of the team was looking at him with anger and frustration, having felt as though he abandoned them to this situation. If only he had more time...

Almost like a sign, Sergeant Tomas Blackerly arrived in the prisoner area, along with about a half dozen guards. Donovan sensed that Blackerly was almost certainly a corruptible individual, seeing as he was the most out of shape of all the guards, plus he took far too much pleasure in applying the brand that he put on all the new prisoners that arrived at Branderscar. Donovan didn't mind that Blackerly liked to administer pain; but he hated knowing the members of his team had suffered due to the choices he had made. Oddly though, Blackerly didn't look like his "usual" obnoxious self. Indeed, some would say that Blackerly seemed very much out of sorts. Blackerly looked at Donovan, and told him that his sister had arrived to say goodbye to him. Donovan smiled to himself as he was led into a different room, "The sister I never had."

The woman was beautiful, to be certain. Platinum hair contrasting against her black dress, and haunting green eyed hidden behind a mysterious veil. She spoke commands to Blackerly, barely hidden in her sentences, and he was all too eager to comply. And behind all of it, the most wicked and knowing of smiles. Donovan questioned the origin of this woman standing before him. Who was she? What was she? Having mastered many languages growing up, was all to eager to see if he could discern the truth. Opening his words in Celestial, Donovan says to the mysterious woman, "Are you the angel who brings my salvation?" From there, Donovan immediately pivots to Abyssal and speaks again, "Or perhaps a demon to tempt me in my final moments?" Donovan watches her eyes and pays attention. Donovan noted that the woman’s eyes didn't seem to show acknowledgement of the second part of his sentence. "Perhaps that is why I have come.", the woman says to Donovan, smiling wickedly at Donovan. "A mutual friend of ours is interested in seeing you, but is unwilling to come to this location, so you'll have to escape this place. Don't look so dour, just because it's never been done before is no reason you can't be the first." Donovan countered, "Of course my team and I can escape from this place. That was always the plan, Lady Tiadora." Tiadora regarded the man curiously, then continued. "Once you escape this place, cross the moors on the outskirt of town. You'll find a house not too far from here with a lantern shining from the second floor." With that, Tiadora pressed her veil against Donovan's hand. "This should prove useful to you." Donovan smiled, then queried Tiadora. "How long do we have to complete this test?" "Three days.", Tiadora replied. Donovan smirked again. "I hope your friend proves to be as interesting as you, lady Tiadora." With that, Donovan quickly stuffed the veil in his mouth, as Tiadora called out for Blackerly to return. Tiadora resumed her previous persona in order to present herself as a grieving woman, as she placed subtle suggestions into Blackerly's mind. Donovan was led back to his cell, as Tiadora sent one last message to Donovan, through a telepathic connection "Three days.", Tiadora reminded him.

Once Donovan returned to the cell with the other individuals, he momentarily feigned a coughing fit, in order to pass the veil from his mouth into his hand, and then his hands were shackled back up over his head. After the guards finally departed, Donovan addressed his team, "It would appear that we have acquired a new client.", Donovan began. Looking over at Tamsen, he continued "She's a devil, unless I miss my guess about her." Lucius chimed up, "And what was she wanting from us?" "Apparently, her sponsor is wanting to meet with us, I suspect to have us perform a job for him.", Donovan continued. "I assume that our ability to escape this location within the required time frame and arrive at his manor is the test we are being put to in order to prove our value." Donovan had pulled the veil open between his hands, looking over the images he saw sewn into the veil. Bebop angrily pulled against the chains, "Is she planning to help us?" As Donovan continued to study the veil, he distractedly responded, "I believe she already has helped us." As Donovan's eyes began to focus on the images sewn onto the veil, he became more assured in his previous suspicion of the purpose of the veil. "Veil of Many Items. Very clever, Tiadora. You're full of surprises, aren't you?" Donovan's finger's worked over the different patches on the veil, until he landed on a patch that caught his eye. "Perfect.", Donovan mused to himself, as he pushed out a pair of lockpicks from the veil. Once he had the lockpicks, Donovan began working on his own wrists. As he was not quite a master of this art, the progress on unlocking his own shackles was slow. Tamsen teased, "What's taking you so long getting out?" Donovan smirked at Tamsen, then replied, "You know it takes me a while to find the hole, love. Be patient." After a few more tries, Donovan was able to free his hands. From there, the process for unlocking his feet was a much quicker process. After he completed his own escape, Donovan gingerly moved over to where Lucius was located, “We’re going to need her aid, as it will take me forever to work through all the locks in this place.” Lucius nodded, and then Donovan began the work of freeing him. Once complete, Lucius summoned his Eidolon to the cell with them. Donovan smiled at the creature, then handed her the lockpicks and walked away. As Donovan stepped over to the corner of the cell, he focused his attention on the remaining patches that were on the Veil. The bag looking patch intrigued him, so he pulled the patch away. Once separated, he discovered that the bag contained sets of clean clothing. “Thank the gods.”, Donovan exclaimed as he stripped out of his prison attire and quickly began replacing his worn attire with something that would make it slightly easier to move around in this area. He handed the remaining clothes to his teammates, instructing them to change as well, which they did. Donovan also was interested in the rope, the gold, and the vial (which turned out to be a potion of Cure Light Wounds). After pulling off additional patches and tossing the contents into the bag, Donovan waited for the Eidolon to complete all of the remaining locks, and finally to open up the cell door.

Lucius continued to direct the actions of his Eidolon through their shared telepathic link. He often found comfort in the familiar voice of her, soothing in its own way. While he could choose to speak with the others at any point, there was a sense of ease that she provided to him that they could not. Donovan was always tied up in his books and studies, and the other two simply appeared to be uninterested in the things going on, unless Donovan had specifically pointed them to a task. But the Eidolon was always there, always ready to listen to him. With relative ease, she began working through all the remaining locks of the other cellmates, and then had moved on to open the cell door. Donovan was continuing to examine the Veil, but Lucius had noticed a sound coming from a nearby cell. “Donovan, I think there’s someone in here.”, Lucius called out. Lucius saw Donovan look up from the veil, then begin to walk out the open cell towards this larger cell that seemed to be even more secure than the one they were in. Donovan walked up to the cell door, realizing that what Lucius had told him was true. He gently tapped on the lock of this door, then looked over to the Eidolon and smiled, “If you would, please.” Lucius telepathically confirmed the instructions Donovan had given to the Eidolon, and she proceeded to unlock this larger cell door. Darkness greeted Lucius’ eyes, as there appeared to be even less light in this cell than they had been privy to in their own. “Dancing Lights, my love.”, Donovan gestured out towards the dark space that was the cell room, and Tamsen responded by activating a spell, causing four globules of light to pour out into this larger cell, making it much easier for Lucius to see who was in there. And what a creature Lucius saw! The creature easily was much larger than the rest of the group, even Bebop. The creature had also been shackled to the cell, with far larger manacles than normal humanoids would be wearing. Donovan smiled, and stepped into the room, seemingly unafraid. He switched to a different tongue, and began conversing with the mysterious and powerful creature. The creature spoke back to him, some of it in the language Donovan was using, some of it in Common. Lucius often noted how quickly Donovan would switch languages when he spoke, especially when he seemed distracted. Lucius and the others knew some languages, but Donovan was a true polyglot. Lucius made out one clear word, “GrumbleJack”, which he assumed was the creature’s name. He then watched as Donovan handed the creature the potion that had just been removed from the veil. “You’re the boss.”, GrumbleJack spoke to Donovan. And just like that, Donovan had brought another individual under his wing. Lucius was always surprised how easily Donovan was able to influence people. Lucius noted Donovan wasn’t a particularly attractive man. Yet once Donovan was able to start speaking to people, attitudes just had a way of shifting in the direction he wanted them to go. “Lucius, can we get our new friend unshackled? We have a lot of work ahead of us tonight.” Lucius nodded, and GrumbleJack was soon released to aid the rest of the group. Donovan handed GrumbleJack one of the daggers he had apparently pulled from the veil. It was laughably small in GrumbleJack’s hands, looking more like an envelope opener than an actual weapon. “Alright everyone,”, Donovan intoned, “it’s time to leave this place. Get ready for a fight.” At those words, Lucius instructed his Eidolon to pack away the lockpicks for the time being, and to wield the weapon she had been summoned to this place with. At Lucius’ command, the Eidolon took the front position, and waited for the guard to arrive. They did not have to wait long though, as the first guard on patrol walked through the doorway as part of his standard route. The guard, upon initially seeing the escaped prisoners, sounded his alarm. Moments later, Tamsen made a gesture with her hands and said some soothing words, and the guard passed out, asleep. The guard would not be asleep for long though, as the Eidolon immediately took advantage of the guard’s slumbering form, killing him in a single strike of her weapon. “You know more of them will be here soon.”, Lucius sighed. With that, the party got into positions for the attack they knew would be coming. Three more guards would arrive shortly after. Two of them would die almost immediately after opening the door, with the last guard dropping his weapon in panic at Donovan’s suggestion, and being tossed into the cell where GrumbleJack was found. Donovan hissed, “Stupid jobbers! Why throw away your lives for the promise of a few coins?”

Tamsen smiled at Donovan, “Now, now Donovan. They think they are being brave.” Tamsen had found herself with easy confidence. Until she met Donovan, her life was one of abuse and shame. But he had changed that for her, given her back her autonomy and freedom. And with it came a sense of power and control, especially over men. Her words could make them betray their employers, abandon their loved ones, and swear to her anything she would ask of them. How easy it was for her to draw their attention, to speak the lies they so desperately wanted to hear! Even here, she found several guards who almost broke at her promises of fulfilled desires. But, she never forgot Donovan, the one she most cared for in this world. And, since he believed this jail could be used for greater purposes, she wouldn’t undermine his efforts to secure it. Now, however, with a new client on his mind, she had no reason to show these men any more kindness. Especially not the ones who had stolen her familiar and branded her body. They would all suffer now. “We’ll make them understand they have no choice in this matter.”, she touched his face softly, and Donovan smiled at her, kissing her hand. Now that they had cleared the immediate surroundings, they needed to get a better understanding of where they were in the prison. After moving down the stairs, the group investigated some of the surrounding rooms. While a few more items were to be found, nothing in this area particularly stood out to them, until they came across a large flu which appeared to lead down into a cooking area. Tying knots into the rope for Tamsen to stand out, Lucius instructed his Eidolon to lower Tamsen down into the lower level to find out what, if anything, was down there. Tamsen discovered two individuals, apparently kitchen staff, who were surprised and confused at her presence. Tamsen noted that, of the two individuals, one was male and one was female. Tamsen grinned wickedly, as she approached the male, her powers already beginning to rise up. “Easy, my dear. I’m not going to hurt you.”, the words slipped so effortlessly from her lips. “You can trust me, you know that, right?” Magic flared, and the man was suddenly hers. He nodded, in rapt attention to Tamsen’s words. The female kitchen staff member was getting more nervous now, seeing what had happened to her co-worker. Tamsen’s eyes darted to the woman, and a thought crossed her mind. She took the man’s face in her hands, smiling and stroking his cheek. “You see her over there, don’t you?” Tamsen turns the man’s face towards the co-worker? “You know she’s been secretly desiring you this whole time?” The man looks over at the woman, a stupor written across his face as he nods clumsily to Tamsen’s words. “You could have her, you know. Right here, right now. I want to watch you be with her, seeing you two together.” Tamsen pushes the man towards the woman, and his lust takes hold of him. Tamsen reaches out to Donovan with her mind, “I’ve distracted the kitchen staff down here. The rest of the group can head down when you are ready.” A female voice cries out in the kitchen, “What are you trying to do to me?” The rest of the team is lowered down, finished by GrumbleJack simply climbing down on his own ability. After examining the kitchen to see if there were any provisions of interest, Donovan gives instructions to the rest of the team on where to go next. Afterwards, he approaches Tamsen, who is sitting on one of the counters, watching the two co-workers having sex on one of the prep tables. Tamsen sees Donovan giving her an inquisitive eye in this matter, then says, “More of your handiwork, my love?” “I’m just doing my part to help true love find a way, even in a place like this!”, Tamsen giggles. Donovan kisses Tamsen softly on the lips, “Please make sure no one comes in through that door, so they can’t sneak up on us.” Tamsen nods, then goes back to watching her show. Tamsen wasn’t fully aware of what happened to the team over the next few minutes, but she remembered distinctly hearing Donovan yelling at a group of guards, then the sounds of metal against metal as a fight breaks out. Finally, Donovan can be heard again, “So, we’re not killing all of them?”, to which Lucius responds, “I thought you would want to have one left, so you could interrogate him.” Donovan sighs and says, “You had her cut off his arm at the shoulder! If you wanted to save one of them, maybe don’t pick someone who is bleeding out.” Tamsen watched as the co-workers finished their actions, then looked at each other with confused and terrified looks. The two of them look over at Tamsen, who smiles at them both, while putting her finger to her lips and making the “shush” expression.

Session 1 Ends.
 
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rchodges

Villager
“We’re going to have more company.”, Bebop called out from the hallway where the bodies of guards were scattered about. Donovan looked around the area near the kitchen, now strewn with the bodies of guards and sighed, “Do we really need to kill every single one of these people? Most of these idiots are barely trained for combat, much less trained to handle us.” Bebop sneered, “They didn’t seem to have any problem beating us while we were chained up.” About that time, Tamsen walked out of the kitchen, smiling brightly. Donovan looked over at her, “If you’re finished with your fun, could you please heal the last guard that’s bleeding out? Apparently, Lucius decided he’s the one we’re going to save.” Tamsen kissed Donovan on the cheek, then walked over to the injured guard. Most of his right arm had been torn away in combat with Bebop, GrumbleJack, and Lucius’ Eidolon. She giggled at the guard, “This is going to sting a bit.” Tamsen bit into her finger, drawing a slight bit of blood. She then pressed her finger against the wounded guard’s shoulder. A sizzling sound occurred as the wound began to close. The guard winced in even more pain, if such was possible to imagine. Bebop roughly helped the man to his feet, as Donovan approached him, smiling. “Good evening soldier. As you can certainly ascertain by now, my friends and I are attempting to leave the facility this evening. It should be obvious to you that you are in no condition to fight us, and as my friend Lucius has selected you to survive this evening, I would very much like that to be the outcome for you. So, I’m going to ask you a series of questions. If you answer those questions honestly and provide no other resistance to us, I promise to bring no further harm to you, and you will live to see the sunrise. However, be assured that if you lie to me, or attempt to draw your comrades in arms to aid you, I will absolutely have you killed.”, Donovan said to the guard, without any malice or passion, as if he was simply explaining weather patterns. Bebop snorted at the guard when Donovan invoked the word “killed”. Donovan continued, “Do you understand what I am saying to you?” The guard nodded, almost in a panic as he held his hand against the stump that was formerly his right arm. Donovan smiled wide, “Excellent. Then let’s start with something simple: what is your name?” And with that, Donovan began interrogating the guard, discovering information about the nearby rooms, the location of Blackerly, and the passwords used to move unmolested through the guard stations. Upon learning about the nearby presence of the Armory, Donovan flashed a quick glance over to Lucius, who nodded and took his Eidolon over to investigate further.

Bebop watched intently as Donovan interrogated the guard further. Bebop’s relationship with Donovan was always an interesting one. Donovan had literally pulled Bebop off the streets and took him to Donovan’s family estate to work as “muscle” and “clerk” for the shops that Donovan’s father owned. Yet, Bebop was rarely required to actually be “muscle”, due in no small part to the way Donovan would defuse situations with his words. Bebop was deceptively intelligent, which he used to his advantage when people assumed that his strength meant he lacked intellect. But, even with that, Bebop saw that Donovan was able to see into situations that others would miss. Of course, Bebop didn’t care about all of Donovan’s planning and scheming, as it simply meant more free time between him and Tamsen. Ever since their first encounter, Tamsen had found in Bebop a kindred spirit, and had often shown him her skill with physical pleasures. As a creature who some would call ugly, having the attention of such a beautiful woman was quite a boon to Bebop. But, to have Tamsen, Bebop would have to accept Donovan, so he did as such. “See Connor, you’re doing so very well. I’m very proud of you.”, Donovan spoke to the guard, with an absolute sense of accomplishment in having stripped out all the information the guard could possess. “Donovan, come check this out.”, Lucius called out. The Eidolon had accessed the Armory, and there was quite a bit to discover. The group grabbed the guard named Connor, and walked over to the door where the Armory was located. Beyond a wide variety of weapons and outfits, they also found a fair amount of unused lantern oil, that could easily be employed to create a fire in an opportune location. Best of all, a collection of the brands that had been used to mark the party when they first arrived were located here. “Excellent work!”, Donovan smiled at the Eidolon. Bebop was very excited about the potential of the fire spreading chemicals. “We can burn the warden out of his tower!”, he said excitedly. “Perhaps.”, Donovan tapped his lips in thought. “Let’s see what else is here to discover in these rooms.” With that, the party grabbed some items they found interesting from the Armory, and proceeded to Blackerly’s office. Following some skillful lock undoing by the Eidolon, the group entered what was easily one of the largest rooms they had encountered in the whole of the prison. “Of course you needed all this space for yourself, Blackerly. Meanwhile your men sleep within inches of each other.”, Donovan sighed, utterly nonplussed at the whole event. “Trash the room, please.”, Donovan instructed the group, while he circled over a large desk, and the Sergeant’s logs, which rested on top. Bebop especially enjoyed this part, an opportunity to let himself be aggressive and true to his animal nature. It wasn’t long before Bebop discovered a large chest like object near the floor. Picking it up, Bebop could feel the weight of it. He set it down on the desk next to Donovan, beaming with pride at his discovery. Donovan looked up at Bebop and nodded as if impressed, then made the all too familiar gesture to Lucius’ Eidolon. The Eidolon began working on this lock. Incredibly, she found herself stopped by the sheer complexity of it. “Take your time, good lady.”, Donovan said to the Eidolon, completely distracted in the information he was reading. “I haven’t finished going through this yet.” Rosters, hiring forms, shift changes, accounting updates. All of the information led Donovan to one simple and obvious truth: Blackerly had been defrauding the prison system to line his own pockets. It was a very clever system, given the limited funds he had to work with. But in the end, Blackerly wouldn’t consider accounting to be the best part of his work; yet researching money was second nature to the son of a wealthy merchant. Donovan pressed his finger against the page of the ledger, and laughed, “I told you love, he is dirty. I knew someone in this prison was corrupt, there was no way a system this size couldn’t have a corrupt person in it.”, Donovan smiled at Tamsen, and Tamsen walked over to the desk to look at what Donovan was pointing at. Unsurprisingly, Donovan was pointing at a long row of numbers. Tamsen never had much interest in accounting or bookkeeping; but she knew that it made Donovan happy to hunt down secrets in books, so she merely smiled and scratched the back of Donovan’s head, “You were right, love!” Finally, the Eidolon was able to access the chest, showing the extent of Blackerly’s efforts. There was easily over thirteen hundred gold in the chest, which excited Bebop to no end; but seemed less interesting to Donovan. Donovan drew the other knife taken from the veil across a specific set of pages from Blackerly’s ledger, then folds those pages up and holds it in his hand. “Damn, if only this client hadn’t come calling so soon. Think what we could have done with a few more days of being able to work the staff over instead of kill them!”, Donovan seemed disappointed at that statement. For all his cleverness, he had failed to account for a time change at the prison, reducing his weeks of stay to mere days. Now, all of this research was effectively nullified, as Branderscar would be seeing a massive staff and policy change, following the discovery of all the bodies that the team had strewn through the prison. Bebop was already annoyed at having to wait so long for Donovan to read through the material, so he pressed on to the next door, finding it locked as well. Bebop begins pushing and pulling the door, as if he would tear it off its hinges. Lucius, seeing this, also moves to the other door and has his Eidolon open the lock, a far easier task than the previous chest. As the door swings open, Bebop found what appeared to be Blackerly’s bedroom. Without hesitation, Bebop anticipated what Donovan is going to ask the group to do, and began trashing this room as he had the previous one. These were the little things that brought him happiness. Donovan waved the folded papers at Tamsen, “Now that we have this, and his profits, I believe that we are ready to take our meeting with the Sergeant.” Tamsen cooed, “Ooh, can we burn his balls off?” “Now, now, my love,”, Donovan retorted playfully. “We need him alive. I have plans for him.” Donovan’s hands slid around Tamsen’s waist, as she pouted. “Boo, I wanted him to suffer like he made us suffer.” “Oh, my love, he will most certainly suffer tonight.” Donovan stood up, making his way towards Blackerly’s bedroom. The team had gathered several baubles and trophies from this room, Bebop was smiling about the sudden influx of alcohol, but Donovan remained uninterested. “If we’re done here, we should talk about how we’re going to get over to the poker game that Blackerly is currently holding.” Bebop chimed up, an almost childlike grin crossing his face, “I have a plan.” Donovan stared at Bebop for a while, listening to the details of his plan. Finally, he responded with almost exasperation, “This is, without a doubt, one of the worst plans we have ever discussed Bebop.” Sighing, Donovan resigned himself to the outcome. “Ok, let’s go back to the Armory and get some guard uniforms.”

A short while later, Bebop, Donovan, and Lucius with his Eidolon were all wearing guard uniforms. GrumbleJack had manacles placed around his wrists in an unlocked position, and Tamsen was still adorned in the civilian attire she had originally gained from the veil. The group began walking over, with the intention of appearing to perform a “prisoner transfer” of GrumbleJack. As explained by Bebop, this would allow them to get closer to Blackerly, in order to surprise the guards inside the main tower. The group opened up the main doors leading into the guard tower. It was not lost on them the number of arrow slits that were located on the walls of this room. The guards called down, “Who goes there?” Donovan replies with the current password, stalling for time. The guards, now clearly seeing the visage of GrumbleJack, responded in a clearly concerned tone, “What is that thing doing out of its cage?” Donovan, still not making direct eye contact with the guards through the arrow slits, responded in a seemingly bored tone, “Prisoner transfer.” The guards called out to the Sergeant in confused, terrified voices. “Sergeant! The monster is up here!” Blackerly, sounding incredulous, was dismissive to the guards at first; but when they invoked the word “monster”, his attention was focused in the moment. “What the naughty word are you talking about”, Blackerly roared. Looking down from the upper area where he and the others were playing their poker game, Blackerly’s eyes grew wide. “Holy gods! What the naughty word is going on?! Who the naughty word let that thing out?! Connor, is that you, you incompetent buffoon?!” “Yes sir”, Donovan replied, “I’ll take him back right now, sir!” Donovan screamed even louder, “You don’t naughty word move, you idiot! I’m going to come down there right now, and we’re going to get this sorted out! Gods damn it all!” Donovan looks to the ground, his face barely able to hold back the sheer joy at watching Blackerly give up every advantage without a second thought. Donovan pokes in even further, “You heard the Sergeant, we need to get this big guy back to his cell. Can’t believe the prisoner transfer was so screwed up.” Donovan reaches out to Tamsen through her telepathic ability, asking her to tell Bebop and Lucius’ Eidolon to move up closer to the guards that were now beginning to mill about near GrumbleJack. Blackerly began screaming so loud, it sounded as though he would have a heart attack shortly, “I said don’t move you naughty word idiots! naughty word stay right there, gods damnit!” Blackerly finally arrived at the bottom of the guard tower, nearly panting from all the screaming and shouting he had done on his way to the team. Accompanying him were four other guards, the majority of all the guards left in the complex by Donovan’s count. Once Blackerly arrived and had a chance to get his bearings, he noticed the Tiefling. “And what in the nine hells is she doing here?!” Donovan could barely contain his mischief as he replied, “Entertainment, sir?” Tamsen giggled and blew a kiss at Blackerly. Then Donovan looked into Blackerly’s face and saw the one thing he wasn’t hoping to find: recognition. Blackerly was beginning to recognize the faces, the individuals who he had visited only a few hours prior. There was no time to lose, and Donovan seized on the opportunity, “Attack!” In a moment, Tamsen applied her sleeping ability to one of the guards, who began passing out just in time to be fully gored by Bebop. The guard next to him was unable to do much of anything before Lucius’ Eidolon severed his head from his shoulders. GrumbleJack began to viciously attack Blackerly, who was only able to withstand the assault because of his years of training. Donovan cried out, “Lucius, Grease up that ladder, they are not getting away from us now!” Lucius applied the spell to the narrow ladder that led up to the second floor of the Guard House. With this escape route gone, the two guards arriving right after Blackerly were effectively trapped in the adjoining Guard Room. Tamsen then applied her Slumber power to the Sergeant, and he passed out forward onto the ground. The other guards, seeing their leader pass out next to these vicious combatants, grabbed him and began dragging him into the Guard Tower, further trapping themselves. One of the guards attempted to push the door to this tower closed, but GrumbleJack effortlessly held the door open. Attacks continued to come in against the guards from the team, as Donovan flailed on his armor to get his helmet off. Once removed, he drew his blade, pointing it at Blackerly and his guards, and shouted in a forceful tone, “Drop your weapons and I will call back my monsters. Otherwise, you die tonight!” The guard closest to the door shouted back with resolve to Donovan, “The servants of Mitra will never yield to fiends such as you!” The guard then looks back on Blackerly and the other guard, who have already thrown down their weapons and raised their hands above their heads. The guard manages to stumble out, “What the…” before the Eidolon bisects his skull where he stands.

Bebop walked into the Guard Tower where the fearful men were standing, shaking in anticipation of what would happen next. He gathered their weapons, then moved slightly back. “The brand, Bebop” Bebop hears Donovan’s voice call out, and knew what he was asking for. He took the brand that was located in the Armory, and moved to a fire source to begin heating it up. “Lucius, have your Eidolon accompany Tamsen around the patrol area of the wall, and restrain all the remaining guards.”, Donovan requested of Lucian. Lucian responded, “I’ll have her toss them off the wall.” Donovan smiled and nodded at Lucius, “Very clever!” Tamsen and Lucius Eidolon began working their way around the wall patrol area, taking advantage of their superior vision in the dark to get the drop on the few still standing guards. Donovan then approached the guard standing next to Blackerly. The guard was clearly panicked, as Bebop continued to snort and squeal as he looked in the direction of the two individuals. Donovan spoke directly to the guard. “Alright jobber, where are you going after you leave this area?” The guard, confused and afraid of punishment, stuttered to get out an answer, “I… I don’t… where should…” Donovan cut him off, “You’re going to walk across this yard over to that building.” Donovan pointed to the area where they had discovered the Armory. “Once inside, you are going to go into the Dining Area, and be seated. You will not leave that area until help arrives. If I find you outside the Dining Area, I will have Bebop kill you.” Bebop squeals to drive home the point, then Donovan continued. “Do we understand each other?” The guard nods, seeing that his “safe place” is a fairly short distance away. “Now, leave behind your keys, and go.” Donovan dismissed the guard with his hand. The guard, unwilling to take any chances, removed the belt that his keys were attached to, and let it drop to the ground. The guard then ran over to the building containing the Dining Area, his hands raised in the air the whole time. Lucius approached Donovan, “I think I have a plan for dealing with the Warden. I’ll need to take GrumbleJack with me to move some of these bodies.” Donovan nodded at Lucius, “Sounds interesting, I’m looking forward to seeing what you have planned.” With that underway, Donovan focused his attention on Blackerly. A wicked, hateful smile crossed Donovan’s face. Blackerly began to protest, “You said you would let me live.” Donovan attempted to reassure him, “I have no intention of killing you Blackerly. On the contrary, I like you. You’re like me: corrupt. You robbed the prison system, replacing better paying jobs with worse paying ones, and pocketing the difference. You get your guards drunk so you can steal the remainder of the coin from your poorly trained force.” Blackerly gets ready to say something, but Donovan immediately cuts him off, “Save your lies and excuses, Blackerly, as I’m not interested in hearing them. I already have the pages from your journal that show all of your corrupt ways at this prison. And you know what? I don’t care! I think what you are doing here is great; and I hope that, assuming you somehow survive the investigation that is most assuredly coming to this prison, you and I can work together in the future.” Donovan sighed, then looked toward Blackerly with an angry gleam in his eye. “However, you hurt my family, and that’s something I can’t simply abide. So now, we have to set things even. Bebop!” With that, Bebop takes the “F” brand that was used by Blackerly on all the members of the team, and jammed it into Blackerly’s cheek, directly below his right eye. Blackerly howled out in pain, shrieking and flailing about after the brand was removed from his face. For some time after, Blackerly laid on the floor of the guard tower, blubbering and crying. “Alright Blackerly, it’s time to talk about the Warden.” Blackerly cried out an answer, “I don’t know anything. You burned my face!” Donovan, looking completely annoyed at Blackerly, responded flatly, “I’ve been on play dates with Tamsen that involved more pain than what you just went through, Sergeant. Toughen up. Tell me about the Warden.”

At Lucius' instructions, GrumbleJack continued to carry the corpses of the former guards of Branderscar up the stairs to the living area of the Warden. GrumbleJack thought such things were odd; but this group of people had, up to this point, had amazing success with overcoming the challenges presented to them. Even with the members of the team spread out across the prison, it was apparent that they were in complete control of the compound. GrumbleJack was pleased that the fates had brought him in contact with a group who could make such quick and efficient progress. Once a sufficient pile of corpses had been brought to this place, Lucius thanked GrumbleJack for his help, and told him to wait until the rest of the team returned. Donovan and Bebop showed up first, and Donovan beheld the scope of what Lucius had put together. “You weren’t kidding about making a scene, I see.”, Donovan looked at Lucius. “Appropriate that the guards will be the ones to kill the Warden, don’t you think?”, Lucius smirked. Soon after, Tamsen and the Eidolon returned. As Tamsen walked up the stairs, her pace quickened. “I feel him, Donovan! Pooky is close now! He’s up there!” Tamsen pointed to the floor just past the circular staircase on the top floor of the tower. Donovan nodded, then pulled the veil out of the sack he had been keeping it in. He places the veil in Tamsen’s hand, guiding her fingers to a specific patch. “Take this patch off, and set it against the floor. This will place a window that you can crawl into to get to Pooky.” Donovan looks over at GrumbleJack. “GrumbleJack, please push Tamsen up to that ceiling, so she can crawl in.” Donovan looks over to Lucius, “Lucius, execute your plan, please. Time to take back what belongs to us.” Lucius shares a moment with his Eidolon, then returns her from whence she came. Once complete, Lucius makes gestures at the pile of bodies on the floor. The first skeleton, peels itself out of the damaged flesh husk that was holding it, then grabs the blade the guard owned before moving into the Warden’s bedroom. At the same time, Bebop begins bounding up the stairs, and slams into the Warden’s bedroom door. Before the Wizard can even fully prepare himself, Bebop rushes up to him in his bed and gores him through the stomach. Even as the first skeleton begins attacking the Warden, Lucius is already raising the second one. Screaming and yelling come from the confused Warden, and old man poorly prepared to suddenly be attacked so viciously. Tamsen, hearing the commotion in the next area, pulls away the patch and places it against the floor. A window appears, which she opens before having GrumbleJack push her further up to look around the office. Sitting on the desk inside a wire mesh cage, was her Pooky. Tamsen squeals, overjoyed at seeing her pet again. Looking around the room, she discovers to her horror that an owl is present in the room, most likely the Warden’s retainer. Tamsen considers taking Pooky in the cage and fleeing back through the window, but sees assorted arcane objects lying around. “Donovan would like these.” The sounds of squealing and screaming continue in the next room over, as bodies are being tossed against walls. Meanwhile, Donovan was captivated by the discovery of a nearby library of books, his mind completely drawn to them, ignoring the battle altogether. A few tomes caught his eye, which he scurried away into his hands, leaving the rest behind. The screaming and pleading of the Warden ended soon enough. Between the ruthlessness of Bebop, and the nonstop assault of the undead skeletons, there was little he would have been able to do to prevent his demise. Before the body was cold, Bebop was already tearing through the rooms, looking for trinkets and baubles that caught his eye, or that he thought Donovan would approve of. Impressively, he came across a portable Alchemist Lab, which he rightfully assumed Donovan would be thankful to see. For her part, Tamsen found the spell book of the Mage, as well as some other magic trinkets the individual owned. These things would indeed have value. Bebop even found a ring with a gaudy gem in its center. Donovan could tell with a glance that it had little arcane or magic value, but it made Bebop feel that much more removed from the days he grew up on the streets.

After dispatching the last two guards at the gatehouse in front of Branderscar, Donovan stopped to have a conversation with GrumbleJack. “Well, here we are sir, as good as my word. I have delivered you outside of the prison that would be your tomb, no small part due to your efforts. So, do you wish to part ways here, or would you like to keep traveling with my team?” GrumbleJack thought on the half-elf’s words. Here was a man who seemed to be always on top of his environment. GrumbleJack could be free of this man, but he would never be superior to him. “There is no place I can safely go, where they won’t eventually catch up with me. I will continue to work with you.” Donovan smiled, “That’s fine with me, I always appreciate finding new talent.”

And with that, they began the travel to the house on the moors.

Session 2 Ends
 
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“I’m tired, Donovan.”, Tamsen called out to Donovan. Donovan looked over the team, and saw the state of all of them. Of course they were tired. Beaten, underfed, forced to run around and fight for hours on end, how could he have expected any different? “Maybe we should sleep somewhere in the prison for a bit?”, Lucius queried. Donovan tossed the Portable Alchemist Lab onto the ground, and responded “We can’t do that, Lucius. We don’t know when the next shift will begin to arrive, and all the hells will break when they see what we have done.” Snatching ingredients that he found throughout the escape from Branderscar, he began to craft together a grayish paste. “Come here, my love.” Donovan applied the first dose to a brush, and watched Tamsen approach. She looked at him quizzically, before he spoke again. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” Tamsen complied, albeit hesitantly. Quickly, Donovan painted the paste onto Tamsen’s tongue. She retracted her tongue, then made a displeased face, “So bitter! What is this?” Preparing the next dose, Donovan replied, “This should provide us with a few more hours. Enough time to get to the client, and then we can ask about rooms or a nearby inn.” Donovan repeated this process with all of them, even GrumbleJack, who Donovan assumed would need additional doses due to his larger size. Donovan didn’t say it to the rest of them, but he knew that when this wore off, the group would be even more exhausted then they were before, so now it was even more crucial that they reached the client soon.

The last of the road ended, leaving only the less traveled moors to continue upon. The brackish water began to sink into their feet, as the local insects began to bite and feast on them. Surprisingly, the mood was unusually high, as the effects of the compound Donovan had given the group had caused them to become very perky and alert. Laughter was heard throughout the team, even as the annoyance of the marshes would continue to push upon them. The din of the insects chirping in the background had become a familiar sound now, a constant drone in the night. So, when several members of the party noticed the sudden absence of that sound, the change wasn’t lost on them. “Shh!”, Donovan called out it in a curt whisper. Total silence fell upon the group, as they began to look for the disturbance that had caused all the insects to flee or be still. The tension was rising in this moment, and it was unclear if it was this tension, or perhaps a reaction to the compound that Donovan had given Bebop a few hours prior that suddenly caused Bebop to have a case of flatulence. Donovan glared at Bebop, when Tamsen meekly spoke up, “Guys, I think there’s something….” Without a chance to even finish her sentence, a huge tongue lashed out from the water, grabbing Tamsen whole, and pulling her under the surface. A moment later, a huge frog like creature rose from the water, parts of Tamsen’s form still showing from its mouth. The team rushed in to attack without hesitation. GrumbleJack and Lucius’ Eidolon (which he would call Lucinda) were quick to wield weapons for attack. Bebop lined himself up to attack, then quaffed a substance from a glass vial. His form changed as strength came to him. Lucius came up to where Tamsen’s legs still emerged from the frog. While he lacked the strength to free Tamsen, he was able to apply a healing spell to her form. For Donovan’s part, his actions were little more than blind panic. “No!”, he screamed out, dropping the items he was holding and going for a longbow. The massive frog like creature swung its tail about, attempting to knock away GrumbleJack, then attempting to hop away. The team continued to attack the creature, even as it attempted to flee. Before it was able to flee, the giant creature was slain, spitting out Tamsen in the process. She looked up, covered in the saliva from being in the creature’s mouth. Donovan rushed over to her, falling to his knees where she was laying. “Are you ok?”, Donovan asked, clearly concerned. “Ew, this wasn’t the goo I wanted to be covered in.”, was Tamsen’s response. Bebop, hearing the comment from Tamsen, began laughing. Whether from a release of stress or the compound they were still under, all of them starting laughing after that.

Donovan asked Lucius and Lucinda if they could track the beast back to its lair. “We’re not leaving any possible children behind that could plague us when next we pass this area.” Lucius, having gotten quite good at tracking animals for his ingredient collection, set to work on discovering the path in which it moved. Within about an hour, they were at the lair of the frog monster. It was an undergrown area, where the group needed to duck down even further into the murky water in order to fully access the location, but they had found it. Lucinda entered first, and notified Lucius that there were no other threats present within. The group proceeded inward, taking stock of what remained in this place. The first thing they noticed upon entering here was the remains of a nobleman who had apparently crossed paths with the creature a few weeks prior. Donovan recognized the medallion as a member of a minor House within the city. “I guess I should return this to them, so they at least know their son has passed. In the meantime…”, Donovan handed the medallion over to Bebop, who took the trinket with excitement. Tamsen hissed at Bebop, “I hope that medallion brings you comfort in bed tonight, for I surely won’t be.” Her angry eyes made it clear that she was still unhappy about the previous encounter, and his actions that led to it. Collecting a few coins strewn about the mud, and finding no other creatures in this place, the team set back off for the manor. Time continued to pass, and the initial giddiness that Donovan’s compound had brought to the group had now worn off. It was merely willpower alone that continued to carry them all forward, as the dirt and grime covered every inch of their bodies. The insects had of course returned, and were now feasting on these easy targets. As a cold mist began to pour down on them, they saw the manor. It was a large place to be sure, aged from the years and limited maintenance, but Donovan knew the accoutrements of wealth when he saw it. At this point it could have been a shack and he would have taken some comfort; but seeing this at least meant that they could very well have spare rooms, some place where he could make sure his team was well rested. He felt that his mind was starting to fail him, unable to plot and plan out how he would negotiate with his would-be clients.

As the team walked up the stairs to the front door, the door itself opened before they even knocked. The person answering the door was Tiadora, wearing a white dress, almost see through in its appearance. Her hair had also changed to a platinum blonde. Looking at Donovan, she smiled vindictively, “Dearest, you took long enough! We were beginning to wonder if you’d ever make it.” Looking over at GrumbleJack, her expression became dourer, “And you brought a pet.” On any other day, Donovan would have a thousand responses. Now, he questioned how long he had spent walking that evening. Had it been days? Had he missed the expected timeline? As Donovan questioned his actions, Tiadora continued to speak, berating him in a passive aggressive manner. Servants appeared, and were tasked to take the team into respective bedrooms for them to be cleaned and changed. GrumbleJack also made his displeasure known to Donovan, “GrumbleJack no like this woman. One day, GrumbleJack eat her.” Donovan replied, “You eat people?”, to which GrumbleJack nodded. “Good to know.”, Donovan responded, “For now though, let’s get cleaned up. We have a lot to learn about our host.” Donovan was taken to a room with a bath. The water steamed, as it was clearly warm, and pails of cool water sat beside it to adjust the temperature. After arriving, the servant spoke in an almost monotone voice about how he was here to help clean Donovan and assist him in getting changed. The servant stretched out his arms towards the bed, where a clean pile of clothes were laying. Donovan was completely disinterested in what the servant was saying, interrupting the servant in the middle of their speech, “Do you know where the woman is staying?” The servant responded, somewhat confused, “Lady Tiadora is with the manor, staying in…” “No!”, Donovan snapped, “The woman who came in with me!” The servant nods, pointing down the hallway. “Take me there, now.”, Donovan barked out to the servant. The servant nervously grabbed Donovan’s clothes, then led Donovan to Tamsen’s room. Tamsen was already in the bath, rinsing off the grime from the day’s efforts. “Hey there!”, Tamsen cheerfully greeted Donovan, as she saw him enter, “Care to join me?” Donovan kneeled down next to the tub that Tamsen was bathing in. “I’m just glad you are ok.” Donovan smiled weakly, then set his head down against the tub that Tamsen was sitting in. Tamsen reached out her hand and touched the back of Donovan’s head. She could tell that he was frustrated with himself and the situation. “It’s ok, love. I know you’ll take care of everything.”, Tamsen reassured Donovan. Donovan didn’t say anything, and she just let him sit quietly beside her as she finished cleaning herself off. Once finished, she coaxed Donovan out of his clothes and into the tub, then helped him clean the grime from his form. As he sat almost listless in the tub, she whispered encouraging words to him, while kissing him softly from time to time. As time passed, Donovan’s will began to rebuild, as he felt his awareness return to him. The smile drew back to his face, and he looked around Tamsen’s room. Donovan finally spoke up, “This is the hard sell, my love. They wouldn’t go to this much trouble if they were going to make us a good offer.” Tamsen nods at him and thought to herself, “There he is.” She finished helping him get cleaned up and dressed, then momentarily considered offering even more of herself to Donovan in order to renew his confidence, before being interrupted by a servant walking in to collect them. “Lady Tiadora will see you now.”

Once they were all brought back together with the notable exception of GrumbleJack, Tiadora led them all into an office. Inside the office was a bald, handsome man with piercing eyes sitting in a leather chair and smoking a wooden pipe. Behind him, a fireplace was lit, showing off his expansive collection of books along the wall. Upon entering the room, Donovan smiled and handed offered the fine bottle of alcohol that the team had acquired from Branderscar to Tiadora, “Lady Tiadora, I wanted to take a moment to thank you and your employer for your aid in our recent departure from Branderscar, and your invitation to this wonderful home. I was always taught one should bring a gift when you are guest in someone’s home, so I hope you will accept this with my compliments.” Tiadora took the alcohol from Donovan, and set it on the desk in front of the man. The man sitting behind the desk leaned forward and smiled towards Donovan with a wicked smile. The man began, “I believe you to be the first to ever escape from Branderscar prison. Well done! Of course, you had outside help, and still managed to muddle the whole thing up.” Donovan was taken aback by the last part of that sentence but held his tongue and let the man continue unimpeded. “But enough with the pleasantries. You must be curious why I helped you. Rest assured, this is no random act of altruism. I have brought you here for a reason. My name is Cardinal Adrastus Thorn.” Donovan began searching his memories to remember an individual with that name. Nothing occurred to him, yet he felt as though he should know this person. His eyes drifted around the room and caught Tiadora’s eyes. Her gaze had changed. She took on a predatory stance towards Donovan’s team. A dark realization came over Donovan, as it occurred to him that this wasn’t a sales pitch, he was listening to a cult leader with a conversion speech. Thorn went on about how he was the High Priest of Asmodeus, and how Asmodeus was once worshipped in Talingarde. It was clear that Thorn wanted revenge on Talingarde, but Donovan was trying to make sense of why Thorn was so passionate for revenge. Then the other shoe dropped. Thorn rolled up a sleeve, showing that he also had the brand of the Forsaken on his arm. Donovan was lost in thought for the rest of the conversation, but he was sure something was said about power and vengeance and war. But Donovan explicitly heard the last sentence with perfect clarity, and knew exactly what Thorn was saying under his words. “Will you swear your allegiance, or will you burn with the rest of the blind fools?” Donovan’s worst fears had come manifest as he recognized he was dealing with a lunatic that was probably capable of killing him and his team with very little effort. But Donovan was still a negotiator, and perhaps he could talk his way out of this situation. His eyes snapped over to Tiadora, still looking at them with a hungry gaze. He smiled at her and quipped, “Your friend’s not given to foreplay I see.” Donovan chuckled slightly as Tiadora’s eyes narrowed, then he continued. “So, Cardinal Thorn, what a delight to finally meet you! And I see you have yet another test for me to start with. Alright, I’ll play along. Do you mind if I stand, it helps me think?” Donovan stood up, trying to find the answer that had been chewing at his mind for the last few minutes. “I was trying to make sense of why you would want to destroy Talingarde. Destruction is such an inefficient means of gaining control of the city. Don't get me wrong, the black market thrives when governments are weakened. Of course, I could be misreading this whole situation if…” Donovan’s head snapped back to Tiadora, as he whipped out his next question. “Lady Tiadora, what were your thoughts about the plan that was used to rescue me from Branderscar?” Tiadora’s eyes looked over quickly at Thorn, then came back to focus on Donovan, “I think you need to be listening to the Cardinal…” Donovan interrupted her immediately, “I understand. You have no real authority here, meaning that you too are under contract with Thorn. Since you’re powerful…”, Donovan looks back at Thorn, “… that means you are by extension powerful.” Donovan put his finger to his mouth. “But you have the brand on your arm, and no one has ever escaped from the prison. You would want me to know if you had escaped, so you didn’t. That means…”, Donovan catches himself in a different answer, as Thorn watches him with something between curiosity and annoyance, “… no, heresy is punishable by death. Which means… which means you died! Yes, you died and were brought back to life. By your acolytes? By your compatriots? By a patron?” Donovan stared into Thorn’s eyes, attempting to see what the truth of his probing would reveal. Thorn was incredibly stoic, beyond Donovan’s ability to extract information through just his speaking. Donovan would not be deterred, however. He continued to press in, “But that’s not enough, of course. Not enough for you to want to take down a whole city. So, something else. Something that was taken from you. Something that was…”, Donovan snapped his fingers and pointed at Thorn, “You had power! Real power in the city! You were someone high up in Talingarde, with true power and influence. And then you were betrayed by someone, one of the big three obviously. And that’s what got you to this place!” Donovan looked over at the rest of his team, “Family, Lover, Co-Worker. Always the big three for betrayal.” Donovan looked back at Thorn and smiled, despite the fact that Thorn was clearly annoyed now. Donovan knew he had poked and prodded hard on Thorn, hoping that Thorn would rather be rid of the lot of them then continue on with someone such as Donovan. Donovan’s hopes were stifled when Thorn replied, “We’re not here to talk about me, we’re here to come to an arrangement.” Donovan pivoted, attempting to play a different card. “Well certainly Cardinal Thorn, I recognize that I am indebted to you; and as such, am happy to come to whatever agreement you would like to make. But, I see no need for my employees to enter into this arrangement.” Cardinal Thorn countered, “We rescued your team as well.” Donovan moved in, smiling broadly, “With respect, sir, I’m the one who actually rescued my team. As such, I’m the only one who should be obligated to this arrangement between the two of us.” Once more, Cardinal Thorn would broach no argument, “We invested considerable resources in the acquisition of your team, Donovan. Were we simply interested in you, we would have invested different resources in order to recover only you.” The threat from Tiadora was palpable now, Donovan had played almost his entire hand and had not moved the negotiations an inch. Donovan sighed internally, “May I see the contract please, Cardinal Thorn?” Thorn smiled, then handed a copy of the contract to Donovan. Donovan’s eyes quickly scanned and absorbed the information in the contract. Donovan, perhaps from the fatigue of the day or the stress of the negotiation, laughed out loud after reading the text of the contract. “Who wrote this contract, Cardinal Thorn?”, Donovan asked. Thorn glared at Donovan, clearly displeased with the nature of the question. “Ah, I see, sir.”, Donovan responded. Tamsen spoke to Donovan inside his mind, “How are you going to sign a contract when you already have a contract with me?” Donovan responded, “Not the same type of contract my love. This is a contract for service.” Bebop spoke out loud, “How long is this contract for?” “Perpetual.”, Donovan replied flatly, “Exactly as stated in the first sentence of the contract.” Donovan then addressed Cardinal Thorn again, “As you know, I will continue to acquire staff to assist me in my efforts. How exactly will the contract work with regards to my new hires?” Thorn responded, “If you are referring to your large friend, rest assured those similar arrangements have been made with regards to him.” Donovan pressed, “Wonderful, but I’m referring to employees that I encounter in my travels.” Thorn was surprisingly dismissive, “If you find someone in your travels whose goals align with your own, you do not need to bring them back here in order to have them work for you.” Donovan smiled, and thought to himself, “Idiot. Yet another hole in your so-called contract.” Lucius spoke up to Donovan, “I’m with you, of course. But, don’t you think you need to speak with them on the terms of this contract?” Donovan replied tersely, “I have a plan.” Finally, Bebop spoke up again, “This is a bad contract.” Donovan, using Tamsen as a relay to communicate to Bebop’s mind, responded to Bebop. “Yes, Bebop, welcome to thirty seconds ago. Of course it’s a bad contract. You’re just going to have to have faith in me that I’ll take care of things. This contract has holes that I can exploit, but there’s nothing I can do about the way it’s written at the moment.” Bebop nodded, then looked over at Thorn, “Ok, I’ll sign it.” Thorn immediately noticed the change of demeanor of Bebop, and spoke to Donovan, “That’s a surprising change of attitude for a few moments of silence.” “That’s a very astute point you make, Cardinal Thorn.”, Donovan replied coyly. After all of the members had signed the contract, Tiadora spoke up, “They all signed? Such a pity. They looked so delicious, too.” Donovan thought to the entire group, “Oh yeah, we’re killing that bitch at the first opportunity.” Cardinal Thorn said his final pleasantries, and encouraged the team to rest and recover. As the group began to leave his office, Donovan chimed up, “Thank you again for the opportunity to meet with you tonight, sir. It was quite… illuminating.” Thorn’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Donovan, “I’ll be keeping an eye on you.” Donovan stared back at Thorn defiantly, “You can train a dog with a muzzle or a leash, but you’ll get different results.” With that, Donovan left Thorn’s office. Exhaustion was setting in for all of them now, and the group felt the wear of the past twenty four hours pressing down against them. Donovan grabbed Tamsen’s hand, “Stay with me tonight.” Tamsen nodded, and they retreated to their bedroom, where sleep would soon find them.

When Lucius opened his eyes, almost a full day had passed since he had closed them, “Damn Donovan and his compounds!” Lucius began to take stock of his bearings. The accommodations were nice enough. The entire manor felt as though it was once something far more interesting and vibrant, before the current residents had turned this place into something static and... dying. Still, there was no time like the present to take stock of what was going on in this place. He noticed a tray of food that had been placed at the foot of his bed. He leaned over and took a bite, finding himself immediately disappointed. “Does no one know how to cook around here?”, Lucius thought to himself. Getting dressed, he immediately called forth Lucinda, who bowed and smiled to him. “Let us make our way into the kitchen, see what these people do for meal preparation.”, Lucius spoke to Lucinda. She smiled and nodded, the conversation between them entirely wordless and unneeded. She was an extension of his will, understanding what he wished and seeking only to make sure the task was complete. Lucius began moving through the manor, attempting to find out where the kitchen was located. A short while later, Lucius found the kitchen, such as it was. The kitchen suffered from being far too clean, and looked as though it was rarely if ever used. Lucius and Lucinda began going through the kitchen cabinets and drawers, finding supplies and cooking utensils needed to complete their task. Once they had everything set up, Lucius set about cooking some simple dishes, just a few things to get a feel for how everything was set up in this area, and maybe to have food ready for the team whenever they finally awoke from their long overdue slumber. However, Lucius soon discovered that the sounds and smells of his cooking had drawn someone else into the kitchen area. The man was clearly a half-elf, Lucius had spent enough time with Donovan to know the telltale signs of one, but that’s about where the similarities would end. This individual was clearly muscular, with a large sword at his side. He was also very quiet, not saying a single word to Lucius, but instead just watching him cook. Being a cook, however, Lucius was always too excited to try a new recipe out on a willing individual, and this individual seemed extremely interested in what Lucius and Lucinda were doing in the kitchen. Cutting a small portion away from one of the meals he had been preparing, Lucius plated the sample of food, and placed it in front of his silent guest. The man began eating the meal placed in front of him, making happily pleased faces as he swallowed each bite. Lucius enjoyed watching different people eat his food and be happy. While working for Donovan had meant that he would never be unemployed again, it also meant that he was cooking for a much smaller group of individuals, and he knew their tastes all too well. So, having this unknown individual enjoy some random dish he decided to create, that reminded him of a different time when he was living a very different life. His friends soon awoke as well, first Bebop who began devouring the food that was placed before him, then Donovan and Tamsen. Tamsen was wearing her shirt partially buttoned and nothing else, as she walked sleepily with Donovan. Lucius was used to seeing this behavior from her back at the estate, but this was just a reminder of how comfortable Tamsen felt in her skin any place she went. Tamsen leaned over at Lucius, kissing him on the cheek and saying “Thank you” while she took the plate he had prepared for her. Donovan smiled and thanked Lucius as well, setting down the plate to take stock of the silent individual who he had not previously seen. Lucius smiled at seeing his family all together around a table eating his food. It had been a while since the four of them had been able to enjoy this simple pleasure. The pleasure would not last long, however. Tiadora approached the group, looking to Donovan, “Cardinal Thorn wishes for you to have a tour of the house, and meet with the Actuary.” Donovan stood up, excitedly clapping his hands together, “Excellent! We’re going to be able to discuss transaction rights, find out what percentages they are acquiring goods at here.” Tamsen and Bebop looked at each other, a look of regret on each of their faces. For all his uses, Donovan was often given to becoming very excited about the minutia of business transactions. This was something they were not interested in from their many experiences of being dragged by Donovan to merchant meetings, where they would be forced to listen to Donovan drone on about exchange rates and market forces. Looking over at Tamsen and Bebop, Donovan said, “Let’s go, I am excited to see what their stocking procedures are like!” Tamsen, still in just a shirt, smiled and followed behind. Bebop got up from the table as Tamsen glared at him, following the two of them. Bebop called back to Lucius, “Aren’t you coming?” Lucius chuckled and looked back at Bebop, “No reason for all of us to have to suffer!” Lucius picked up the plates of his friends, and set them to be washed, as Lucinda continued cooking. Shortly after, a couple of human men arrived, seating themselves next to the large Half Elf who was still enjoying the different plates being set in front of him. One of them spoke to Lucius, “Are you the new cook?” Lucius smiled and responded, “I’m the one cooking.”

“You’re paying full retail! Who does that?”, Donovan cried out in the Actuary’s room, berating the man sitting before him. Pilkington, the Actuary who worked on behalf of Cardinal Thorn, meekly responded, “I agree sir. But, they won’t let me leave this place in order to deal with the merchants directly. I have to work with the prices they set via indirect interaction.” Donovan groaned, then looked over at Bebop. “Give me your ring.” Bebop thought about it for a second, then handed Donovan the ring. Donovan took the ring, plus a handful of other trinkets that he had acquired from Branderscar, and set them in front of the Actuary, a clearly annoyed look on his face. “Fine, take these and the money that’s been allocated to our persons, and purchase a Haversack for us. You can liquidate things at wholesale rates, correct?” Pilkington nodded, then responded in a confused voice, “Just a haversack, sir?” Tiadora looked at Donovan, “The trials that the Master will soon send you on are lethal. If you are intending to acquire anything for your team, now is the opportunity to do so.” Donovan, still annoyed at feeling overcharged for everything, responded curtly to Tiadora, “We killed every guard in Branderscar, ransacked their Armory, and looted nearly every object of value that place had to offer. What does lethal even mean at this point?” Tiadora sighed, and looked at Donovan with a frustrated face. Donovan continued, “But you are right, good lady, I don’t want to be unprepared.” Donovan looked back at the Actuary and said, “Add two bandoliers to that request, please.” Tamsen looked up at Donovan, and in her sweetest voice, spoke to him. “Donovan, I’d like a ring.” Bebop quickly followed up on her statement, “Better put a ring on that, Donovan.” Donovan stumbled for words. Could Tamsen be asking him for what he thought she was asking for? Would she truly be willing to share that with him? Tamsen followed up, “I have this bracelet that I really love, but a ring would be wonderful.” The realization of what Tamsen was actually asking for set in for him. Donovan gritted his teeth, cursing his self-delusions, “As if she would ever be willing to…” He immediately closed that thought off from his mind, and smiled broadly at Tamsen. “Of course my love, we’ll find you a ring you truly like once we are back in a marketplace.” Tiadora, having quite enough of this nonsense, continued the tour of the house. She introduced the team to a group of individuals named the White Ravens. They seemed a pleasant enough group of people, although they seemed to allow Elise Zadoria to do the speaking for them (a relationship Donovan noted, was very much like his own with his team). Elise was pleasant enough, although a little cold, which is perhaps to be expected. After visiting with them, Tiadora escorted the team to the remaining facilities of note within the manor. After which, she abruptly took her leave of the group, undoubtedly not wanting to have to deal with them any more than was required by dint of her position within the manor. As the stated provisions came in, the servants also brought in a set of silver holy symbols of Asmodeous, and some iron circlets. The servants explained that the circlets would allow them to assume any disguise . “Look Bebop, you can appear as any individual you would like to look as.”, Donovan noted when the devices were provided. Bebop was excited at the prospect, a momentary respite from his own persona. Tamsen and Bebop snuck away in order to try out the circlets for their own entertainment, while Donovan began assembling alchemical devices in the lab area that had been made available to him.

The three days passed, and the team was ceremoniously escorted into Thorn’s office once more. “Have you enjoyed your gifts?”, Thorn said to them, confidence brimming in his voice. “The iron circlets will allow you to move among your enemies unnoticed. The silver amulets will remind you of your true loyalties. And the other items… well, you will need them now.” Donovan became excited at what the Cardinal was discussing. Finally, a chance to leave this place and begin unraveling the scope of the Cardinal’s plans. As Thorn continued and the specifics were revealed, Donovan’s hopes were quickly dashed, “You have done well to escape Branderscar and to escape my offer. However, you are still not ready for my service. Tiadora will lead you to the basement of this domicile. There, you will find nine chambers, each more dangerous than the last. Somewhere, hidden within these chambers is a pendant of silver and sapphire. Recover the pendant and bring it to me. Let nothing and no one stand in your way.” Donovan was drawn away from the rest of Thorn’s speech as he began to comprehend what had just been said. Cardinal Thorn was implying he had put some sort of “rooms” or “puzzles” in the basement of his own house? What could he reasonably build that wouldn’t endanger the manor proper or weaken the structural integrity of the building? Was he keeping monsters or people down there? Who was going down there to take care of them? Was the staff testing these chambers to make sure they were still in good working condition? The questions flooded his brain, as Thorn continued, “It is almost dusk. You have until dusk tomorrow to complete this task. Do not fail me.” “Twenty-four hours!”, Donovan thought to the group, “How many creatures could he be keeping down there?” Donovan began to get nervous. Perhaps he should have put more stock into Tiadora’s words earlier. “Tamsen, call GrumbleJack and tell him to meet us at the entrance to the basement. We’re apparently going to need help.” Tiadora led the group back to the basement, and then unlocked the door into the entrance for the trials. Tiadora looked like she wanted to say something, but Donovan wasn’t interesting in verbally sparring with her, so he avoided any conversation beyond a simple thanks. Once GrumbleJack arrived and Lucius had finished summoning Lucinda, the group proceeded down the stairs towards the first chamber. A sign next to the doorway was written in Common. Reading the words, the sign said, “Deception is a tool. Self-Deception is death. Deceive always thy enemy, but never thyself.” Lucinda and Donovan took point for the group, as Donovan told her, “Look for anything that might suggest a trap.” While Donovan did not notice anything with his analytical sight, Lucinda’s eyes were far more honed. Speaking to Lucius, she called out her findings, “Master, I see an area of the floor near that door on the opposite end. The floor appears to be inconsistent, as though it has been altered.” Donovan, hearing that information, looked back at the section of floor Lucinda pointed out. “Damn good eyes, Lucinda. Yep, it’s trapped. I would have missed it had you not pointed it out.” Lucinda and Donovan went to the walls that initially appeared to be blank, their eyes and hands tracing for seams in the walls. Almost at the same moment, each of them spoke out, “Hidden door.” Donovan looked back at Lucinda’s find. After Lucinda opened the doorway, a hidden portal revealed a glowing blue gem. As Donovan inspected it more closely, he saw an inscription on the object saying “Thou hast seen through deception to uncover a useful tool.” Donovan flicked the object about his fingers a few times, and then said, “Ah. Liquid Frost, very interesting.” He stashed the object into one of his bandolier pockets, then opened the hidden doorway he had previously discovered. Lucinda and Donovan carefully stared down the hallway to confirm there was nothing of note. Once complete, Donovan looked back on the team. “So, lesson one is… don’t step on traps? Ok. Odd sort of lesson, but fine.” The group moved down the hallway to the next doorway. As with the first doorway, a sign in common bore an inscription: “Following the herd is for fools. Fear not their icy derision. Instead, fear only thy Infernal Lord.” Donovan put his hand over his face, “Please don’t be something that requires ice. Please don’t be something that requires ice. Please don’t be something that requires ice.” The door opens into another room similar to the previous one. Donovan and Lucinda check for any oddities in the room. Quickly, they notice the traps on the doors on the opposite side. Donovan also notices an odd chill in this room, several degrees colder than the connecting hallway. Darting his eyes around, he spots a patch of mold on the other door not previously studied. “Purple mold.”, Donovan nods with understanding. “What’s purple mold?”, Tamsen asks. “Purple Mold is a fungus that survives by consuming the ambient heat of the nearby area. It can be extremely dangerous when exposed to fire or direct body heat…” Donovan sighs, knowing what the answer was going to be, “… and is destroyed by exposure to extremely cold objects, such as ice.” The group chuckles, seeing the frustration on Donovan’s face. Donovan takes out the Liquid Frost item retrieved from the previous room, and hands it to Lucinda, “Good lady, if you would please, throw this at that.”, pointing to the Purple Mold on the doorway. Her eyes dart to Lucius, then she follows the commands as instructed. The object strikes the mold, causing it to fleck away. While Donovan watches Lucinda dispatch the mold, his eyes drift to the floor, where something occurs to him. “Follow not the herd! Ugh, it’s like child’s first dungeon. Why are these signs so on the nose?” Exasperated, Donovan stands up and faces the group, “Now, I want you all to imagine this. Tiadora had a member of her staff come down here, clean up any footprints that would lead to the door over there, and add footprints to these trapped exits. All of this, just so this sign would have some meaning in relationship to this room!” Donovan sighs again, as Lucinda completes her task and confirms the mold has flecked away, “Let’s press on.” As the next doorway is opened, Donovan and Lucinda check once more for any oddities about the hallway. Finding none, they move on towards the next area. Once more, the sign appears in front of them, written in Common: “Know your enemy. Shatter all that blinds you and then burn the adversary to ashes.” Donovan pauses to think on this room. “So, a Blindness spell when we open the door, or Darkness overtaking the room, right?” The group nods at Donovan’s assertion. “Alright, so we line up to the side of the room, then open the door.” The group arranges themselves as Donovan suggests, then throws open the door. Blackness extends from within the room. Donovan points at the room, nonplussed, “Darkness, right.” Bebop gets ready to head into the room, and Donovan barks at him, “No, there is one or more monsters in there that will take advantage of your lack of sight in order to attack you!” Lucinda looks into the room, studying it. As an Eidolon, her eyes could pierce darkness that would limit many members of the party, including Donovan. “I see it Master, there is an orb sitting on a pedestal in the middle of the room.” Lucius replies, “Can you shoot the orb down?” Lucinda apologizes, “I am not familiar with such weapons, Master. I am willing to try, but lack skill.” Donovan pulls the bow off of his shoulder, and readies an arrow. “Lucinda, come guide my hand. I may not be able to see the object you are referring to, but if you put me in position, my shot will fly true.” Lucinda places herself behind Donovan, listening to his instruction on where the arrow will travel in relation to his form. Lucinda attempts to move his shoulders and hands based on what she can see. “I believe the shot is ready, Donovan.”, Lucinda finally says. “Thank you, good lady.” Donovan takes one more breath, then lets the arrow fly. The arrow flies wild, nowhere near the intended spot. Lucinda sees where the arrow struck, and Donovan readies another arrow, “Let’s try that again, Lucinda. I think I get what you are trying to do.” Donovan began performing calculations in his mind, understanding how she might be perceiving the location of his shot. He lines up the arrow, as the formulas work through his mind. Last second adjustments occur, based on what Lucinda is saying. The shot is released again, perfectly striking the center of the orb, knocking it off the platform and causing it to break into ineffective pieces. The room is lit up with the darkness spell removed. Donovan nods his approval to Lucinda, with a sense of pride at the accomplishment of the group. Just then, Lucius speaks up, “You know, I could grab that orb with Mage Hand, and we could stick it in the Haversack.” Donovan slaps his forehead, “That’s a brilliant idea, Lucius! So very clever and a great solution! I wish you had said that about two arrows ago.” The party waited a few moments, but still nothing came up from the holes in the floor. “Snakes?”, Bebop said, looking at the floor. Donovan handed Bebop an arrow, which he broke the tip off the shaft in order to push down into the holes. But still, no response from the expected “creature” that would come forth once the darkness had been removed. “We need to put something out there.”, Donovan said to Lucius. “Toss some creatures on the far side of the room.” Lucius was concerned, as he knew that meant he would have to draw back Lucinda. But, for the sake of the group, he complied. A group of rabbits suddenly appeared in the room. Suddenly, a red mist came up, grabbing one of the creatures. A piteous scream came out of it, and it was shriveled in a moment. “Oh gods!”, Tamsen shrieked, pulling Pooky close to her. GrumbleJack called to Dononvan, “You want me to smash that, boss?” Donovan nodded, still trying to work out what this red mist was that he was seeing. GrumbleJack attempted to smash the mist, but missed with his powerful blow. Bebop grabbed one of the alchemical fires that Donovan had prepped for him, and tossed it into the room. Going wildly, the shot missed the mist, and instead landed on another one of the rabbits that Lucius had created. Lucius immediately began the process of recreating the Eidolon, but the process was long and arduous for combat. Tamsen meekly murmured some words to coax the mist to sleep, but the mist seemed unimpacted. Donovan fired an arrow at the creature, still lost in thought. Suddenly, Donovan recognized the creature in his mind. “Vampiric Mist! Damnit! Bebop, hit that thing with everything you’ve got. GrumbleJack, get that far door open!” Bebop pulls a potion from his bandolier and consumes it, while walking up to the creature. Meanwhile, the creature viciously wraps a tendril around GrumbleJack’s arm, causing him to howl in pain. Lucius continues to focus on his ritual, as Donovan’s arrows continue to prove ineffective. Tamsen cowers in the situation, as GrumbleJack begins to peel the lock away from the door. The creature, not realizing the potential threat from Bebop, continues to focus on the easy attack of GrumbleJack. GrumbleJack cries out once more, then finishes getting the door open and bolting through the doorway. Bebop unleashes a savage assault on the Vampiric Mist, as teeth, claws, hooves, and horns smash into the Mist. Even with its ability to absorb damage, it was apparent that it did not enjoy what just took place. The creature, more intelligent than one would hope, decided to retreat back into the ground rather than face another onslaught like that. With the creature down, Tamsen is hurried across the room to open door on the other side. A minute later, Lucinda returned to the field, and her and Lucius dashed across. Finally, Donovan ran over, as Bebop covered all of their escapes. “What in the hells, Thorn?”, Donovan cried out in frustration. “If you have the capacity to create and maintain Vampiric Mists, this war is already over! We just drop them on the enemy forces and let them do what they do best!” Donovan grabbed one of his vials, consumed it and placed his hands against GrumbleJack. The visible injuries that GrumbleJack had sustained closed up, and his confidence returned. Another doorway appeared before the group, with yet another inscription to be read: “The chosen are revealed by their might. The weak deserve no sympathy.” Pushing open the door, the room was well illuminated, with several metallic looking snakes in the room. Lucinda pressed into the room first, striking down one of the creatures. Her blades bounced off the side of the snake, and a spark flew up from the ground at the force of her impact. Donovan yelled out quickly, “Iron Cobras. Get Shields on all the frontline fighters!” Bebop, empowered by the recent consumption of a Mutagen, felt a sense of rage and power that he unleashed on these metallic creatures. Between him and the other two, the progress was slow but consistent. Lucius and Tamsen applied protective magics to the melee fighters, making it nigh on impossible for the snakes to penetrate their flesh. Combined with the limited intellect of the snakes, this fight was over in short enough fashion. Donovan looked over the wreckage of the metallic constructs that the group had just battled. Looking at the metal, Donovan realized the composition of the snakes. “These aren’t iron, they’re Mithral!” Looking around the group, he responded with both excitement and irritation, “Do you know how much these costs to make? He could have given all of us five times what he spent on us instead of making these things. Oh well, it’s our money now.” With that, he had GrumbleJack pull apart the constructs and stuff the pieces into the pockets of the Haversack that Bebop was wearing.

Donovan leaned against the wall and shook his head, “It’s like my father, all over again.”
 
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Donovan tossed his equipment onto the ground, frustrated. "Well, that certainly could have gone better.” Digging through his equipment, he extracted a bowl and a small knife. “Bebop and Lucinda, go back down the hallway and make sure our little red mist doesn’t come back up.” After confirming that order with Lucius, Lucinda followed Bebop to the edge of the hallway, watching for the return of the Vampiric Mist. Donovan cut into his hand, allowing the blood to drip into the bowl he was holding. “Lucius, summon an Unseen Servant, please. We’re going to see if these creature’s desire for food outweighs its desire for self-preservation.” Lucius called forth the servant, and Donovan handed the blood-filled bowl to him. “Now, Lucius, command your servant to walk around the perimeter of the room the Mist is in, and we’ll see if it comes up. Once it does, those two can attack it.” Donovan handed a bandage over to Tamsen and extended his cut hand. Tamsen smiled, and gently bandaged Donovan’s hand while he continued. “In the meantime, GrumbleJack can enter the room and free up the other door.” Lucius nodded, then sent his telepathic instructions to the servant, who mindlessly began completing the task. Soon after the servant entered the mist’s room, the mist began to reform around the servant consuming the relatively small amount of blood that was in the bowl. Bebop and Lucinda wasted no time to take advantage of the creature’s poor decision, and assaulted it once more, still unable to place enough damage on it. The creature once again retreated into the holes within the floor. Irritated at being unable to finish off the mist, Bebop poured a flask of oil down into the holes that the creature had fled into. Tamsen walked into the room, and Sparked the oil, causing it to ignite and set a section of the floor aflame. The floor glowed brightly with the heat of the flames, then subsided as the heat died down. With no further response from the creature, GrumbleJack entered the room and pulled the other doorway open. The rest of the group entered the hallway in front of the door of another test.

Once more, another sign written in Common greeted them: “Cruelty is a tool, not a pastime. Be ruthless to thy enemy, but reward those who serve thee well.” Donovan smirked, “I suppose no one got around to telling the Lady Tiadora about this lesson.” Opening the door, Lucinda and Donovan investigated the room for possible traps, of which none were to be found. The room itself held a torture rack, and some rusty implements. Donovan grazed over them briefly before moving on; yet Tamsen found herself strangely drawn to this room. Donovan’s fingers traced gently across the wall, staring carefully at the coloration of the walls. His eyes found an area where the spacing was inconsistent, revealing another secret door in this “dungeon”. “Lucinda”, Donovan called out to Lucuis’ Eidolon, “Come take a look at this doorway.” Lucinda moved to the door, then steeled herself for combat before throwing the door open. But, there was no combat to be found here. Instead, a young man, bearing the Talingarde imagery on his clothes, and hiding in the small closet. The group was confused at the sight of the young man; but Bebop was quick to suggest a solution, “We’re supposed to put him on the rack! Let’s torture him.” Donovan looked at Bebop in shock, and the boy cried out, “Please no!” Donovan attempted to soothe the young man, trying to make sense of what purpose Thorn would have for placing this boy here. Was he an actor? Someone who had been mind controlled by Tiadora into believing they were captured? Donovan began to extract the information from the young man, learning that his name was Timeon, and that he was the Squire of Sir Balin. Donovan was well aware of the name, as Balin was the individual who was appointed to enforce the punishment that was given to prisoners of Branderscar. Timeon continued to begin opening up to Donovan, until the room was suddenly filled with the sounds of people having sex. Donovan looked back into the room, where he discovered that Tamsen had mounted Bebop, as he laid strapped down onto the table, and was riding his manhood for the whole group to see. Donovan rubbed his face in exasperation, then Timeon looked back over at Donovan, “You’re not servants of Mitra, are you?” Donovan coyly responded, “I’d like to think of myself as more open minded than serving a single god.” Unfortunately, after that showing, Donovan couldn’t get any more information out of Timeon, even though he believed Timeon was possibly very well informed. After telling Timeon that he would be back for him once he had explored the rest of the dungeon, and leaving Timeon with some food, Donovan began to leave the room. “Wrap it up, you two. We’re leaving now.”, Donovan barked out in an obviously displeased fashion. Bebop snarked back at Donovan, “This is your fault, we were bored.” Donovan stared at Bebop, annoyed and frustrated, “We’ve been down here for less than three hours. You two couldn’t keep it in your pants for that long?” Not waiting for a reply, Donovan continued back into the room where the Vampiric Mist had previously attacked, then past the room where the Mithral Cobras were encountered.

Not long after, the group was greeted by the next sign. “Suffer not the fool. Stupidity is our faith’s cardinal sin.” Opening the door revealed a room, much like the previous ones, with a set of staircases leading up on one wall. However, hanging from the ceiling was a silver pendant with blue gems for eyes. “Lucius, would you please use Mage Hand to fetch that for us.” Lucius reached out with his mind, and pulled the pendant away from the location it was hanging in. Taking a closer look at it, Donovan knew that it was clearly silver and glass. While the object did have some monetary value, it was not the prize they were sent here to retrieve. Donovan then looked over at the stairs. “Well, if I didn’t fall for the trapped passageways in the other rooms, I’m not sure why I would fall for this set.”, Donovan said to no one in particular. “Let’s search this place for secret doors.” As had occurred many times before, Donovan and Lucinda used their collective training in spotting unusual patterns to discover unique features in the room. Lucinda confirmed that the stairs were indeed trapped, and Donovan was able to discover another set of hidden doors in the room.

Following the passageway revealed, another set of hidden doors were seen, with yet another sign in front of the door. “Beware the fallen, for they may rise once more to fight you.” Donovan spoke on this, “So these are the drowned men that Timeon would be referring to. Isn’t it odd that they would use the term ‘drowned’?” Carefully, the group pushed open the door, looking into the next area. They were greeted by a collection of barnacle covered coffins. Looking back at the group, Donovan made the “shush” motion with his finger. Using the telepathy maintained by Tamsen, Donovan communicated with Lucius. “Have Lucinda move quietly through the area and open up the door to the right side of the room.” Lucius nodded, then communicated his intention to his Eidolon. Lucinda quietly moved through the room, then opened the door into the next area. Quietly, Donovan closed the door they had been standing at, then instructed GrumbleJack to hold the door closed. Lucinda continued moving forward down the hallway, investigating the area to make sure no traps were discovered. Moving on further, she stopped at a doorway that she encountered, then contacted Lucius, “Master, there is a door here with a sign next to it. The sign says, ‘Serve thy master well, and be rewarded.’” After relaying the information to the rest of the group, Donovan spoke quietly, “I’ll bet copper to platinum that Sir Balin is being kept in that room, and he has the pendant we’re here for.” After finding agreement in the group, Donovan continued. “Can Lucinda open the door?” Lucius reached out to Lucinda, and she responded to him, “The door has iron bands on it, and the lock appears to be quite sturdy.” A moment later, she contacted Lucius again, “There appears to be a key next to the door. Shall I use it, Master?” Receiving confirmation from Lucius, Lucinda placed the key into the lock, and unlocked the heavy door. A voice came from the other side of the door, “Who is there? Where am I?” Lucius fed Lucinda the answers she was to give, playing the part of helpless maiden as she began working her way back towards the coffin filled room. She spoke on helping Timeon, and how scared she was to be in this place. Sir Balin, completely unaware of what he was dealing with, completely accepted the information that was being fed to him. Lucinda’s voice became louder as she entered the room with the coffins, pretending to be scared. Sir Balin, being the type of man who would be drawn to protect others, could not help himself. Lucinda arrived at the far side of the room where she had found Sir Balin, and opened the door just as one of the undead smashed out of the coffin they were previously lying in. Just at that moment, Lucinda stepped through the doorway, and closed the door behind her. The party heard the sounds of metal and wood crashing in the room. Donovan smiled wickedly, “Thank you for your assistance, Sir Balin.” The fighting went on for a short while, before everything became quiet. Donovan looked up at GrumbleJack, “Get in there and destroy anyone still standing.” GrumbleJack rushed in, to discover that Sir Balin was attempting to offer a potion to Lucinda, still behind the closed door, and then consumed it himself. It was clear that Sir Balin quickly understood the situation he was in. However, as he was quickly being assaulted on one side, Lucinda opened the door and began attacking him from behind. Even with his obvious strength and power, Sir Balin had fallen into a tactical trap that would quickly be his undoing. This was made worse by Tamsen’s spells, clouding his mind and causing him to have Unnatural Lust for Lucinda at the most inopportune time. In less than 30 seconds, the fight was over, with almost no damage being received by the party. Donovan had Tamsen Stabilize Sir Balin, in order to return him to Tiadora for her amusement. And, as expected, the prize that the group was seeking was around the fallen knight’s neck. Stripping him of both his equipment and his holy symbol, Donovan instructed Lucius to have Sir Balin brought back upstairs. GrumbleJack protested, wanting to kill Sir Balin. Lucius was unclear on the purpose for saving Sir Balin, “Why shouldn’t we just kill him, Donovan?” Donovan realized this was an area where he wasn’t necessarily going to be able to get consensus from the group. “I think we should show this to Thorn to allow him to make the final decision; but I’ll let you make the call Lucius. You want to kill him, go ahead. I’m going to go get Timeon and get him out of here.” With that, Donovan and Tamsen left Lucius to try and convince GrumbleJack not to pulp Sir Balin where he laid.

Donovan returned to the place where Timeon had been hiding. “Timeon, I have to tell you that we found Sir Balin, and he was defeated in battle. Perhaps if we had arrived sooner, it would have made a difference, but perhaps not.” Timeon’s face fell, as he knew whatever hope he had for a rescue was now lost to him. Donovan continued, undeterred by Timeon’s emotional state, “Anyway, you need to come with us, it’s time for us to leave this place.” Donovan, Tamsen, and Timeon returned to the manor upstairs, then retreated to Tamsen’s room. A bath had already been drawn for her in anticipation of their needs. “Perfect.” Donovan said to the other two, “Timeon, you should get cleaned up, and then we can speak more about the…” Timeon interrupted Donovan, “We have to get out of here! I can’t stay in this place. It’s not safe for me! I have to go. We must leave this place at once.” Donovan sighed, frustrated at what appeared to be the opportunity that was slipping out of his fingers. Donovan knew for certain what would happen to Timeon once he cleared the inside of the manor. As an actual servant of Mitra with knowledge of the Cardinal’s location, Tiadora would annihilate him before he had cleared the light from the porch. Tamsen sensed Donovan’s frustrations, and began removing her clothes. Timeon was caught in his tracks, staring wordlessly at Tamsen’s naked form. A moment later, she was upon Timeon, kissing him, pulling his clothes off, and moving him into the bath with her. Donovan was almost caught off guard by how aggressive Tamsen was with Timeon. “Uh, yeah. You handle that, my love. I’m going to go deliver the pendant.”

Returning to Cardinal Thorn’s office with the rest of the group who had returned from the basement, the Cardinal greeted the group with a mixture of surprise and confusion. Donovan pulled the pendant out of the Haversack that Bebop was carrying. “Here you go, father. The object you requested.”, Donovan smirked as he delivered the object. Thorn looked at the pendant, “I understand that you have expressed some derision towards the challenges you faced below. It is important for you to know that I have attempted to find individuals who would be able to overcome these trials, and all those who came before you have failed. Your group is… more than I could have expected, and are clearly the ones I have been seeking in order to complete my righteous task. Your group cleared all of the lessons I set before you; and the ones that were skipped were done so out of wisdom, not incompetence.” Donovan was struck numb by the words the Cardinal used. Was the Cardinal actually praising Donovan for his efforts? Was he showing appreciation for the team and the work they had accomplished, vastly ahead of schedule? What an unheard-of luxury! What a rare and precious commodity was being shown to Donovan! Looking at the pendant more, Thorn continued, “This may well help you in the next mission you have ahead of you.” Thorn then looked over at the unconscious body of Sir Balin, “Why is he here?” Donovan smiled widely, “I assumed Tiadora would want something new to play with.” Tiadora purred with delight at the suggestion, but Thorn would hear none of it, “We do not show mercy, and this one knows too much.” Donovan sighed, “Fine, we’ll go take him somewhere to finish this off.” Cardinal Thorn was still unhappy, “I want to see the deed.” Donovan locked eyes with the Cardinal and smiled, “GrumbleJack, smash.” GrumbleJack needed no further encouragement. His club shattered the skull of Sir Balin, spreading the contents of it around the room. GrumbleJack continued to crush the remains of Sir Balin, until the Cardinal finally held up his hand, causing GrumbleJack to hold his further strikes. Wiping some of Sir Balin’s exploded remains off his face, Cardinal Thorn responded, “I see you have no issues with killing. I am satisfied with this. Clean yourselves up and rest. Your training will begin soon.”

For Timeon, Tamsen’s training had begun in earnest. Where once was a devout believer of the Mitran faith, soon there was little more than a servant of the goddess Tamsen. Her commands were absolute to him, her desires his moral compass. All that she would ask him about, he would readily reveal to her. And in this, Donovan’s suspicions rang true. Timeon did indeed know about much in Talingarde, including information on House Balentyne. It was this very information which ended up impressing Cardinal Thorn yet again, when he questioned Donovan about why the young man was still being kept around. “He’s proven quite useful.”, Donovan quipped, “Squire Timeon has knowledge on both Sir Balin’s position within Talingarde, as well as information associated with House Balentyne.” Thorn was clearly pleased, “I did not realize that the boy possessed so much knowledge. You’ve done well in your information gathering.” Donovan, surprised by the praise being shown to him again when he was expecting dismissive scorn, responded less confidently. “Thank you, father. But it was Tamsen’s efforts that made this possible. I only acted on my initial suspicions.” Thorn replied, “Continue your efforts, Donovan. They are very well thought out.”

For the party, training had not yet been seriously pursued for almost a month. During this time, efforts were being focused onto the White Ravens, the group of individuals led by Elise Zardaria. While Donovan was curious about the group of individuals, he was far too engaged in his studies to have time to spend with them. Every day while lunch was being served by Lucius and Lucinda, Donovan would have some collection of books that he was studying, while Bebop would attempt to seduce Elise. Donovan, having already gotten a sense of the relationship dynamic of that group, warned Bebop that he would certainly be drawing the ire of Trak, but Bebop rarely listened to Donovan when it came to matters of desire. Still, Donovan and the others couldn’t help but be amused at watching Bebop’s muddled attempts at swaying Elise’s interest. Lucius had made excellent inroads with some members of Elise’s group, at least from the standpoint of making them feel comfortable around him; but Bebop was not given to gradual or subtle ploys. Elise was gracious enough, attempting to dissuade Bebop while not making any obvious overtures in front of Bebop’s friends; but on the last day before Elise would depart from the manor, her patience had come to an end. Tamsen was, perhaps, a double-edged sword when it came to matters of seduction for Bebop. Certainly, her own desires allowed Bebop a very willing partner and reinforced his confidence; but it did little to help him gain nuance in the art of seduction. As the White Ravens were getting ready to depart, Elise turned around and walked towards Bebop. She moved her face right next to Bebop, placing her hand against his chin. Elise whispered in Bebop’s ear, “Your game is bad, Bebop. You really need to work on this before you will ever have a chance with me.” Bebop tried to pull away, but Elise used her hand to keep Bebop’s face in place momentarily, then let Bebop go. A wicked grin came across Elise’s face, and then she walked away, and out of the Manor. Donovan began to snicker, while Tamsen covered the lower part of her face to cover up her obvious laughing. Donovan chuckled a bit more, then spoke, “What did you think was going to happen, Bebop? Elise has her whole team wrapped around her finger.” Bebop shrugged, “She’s the only woman I haven’t slept with here, so I figured I had to try. At least, until you get me set up with Tiadora.” “I’m not going to try to set you up with Tiadora, Bebop! She will kill you!”, Donovan interjected. Bebop raised his thumb, “I can take it!” Donovan shook his head is disbelief, then looked over at Tamsen. Tamsen smiled back at Donovan, then moved close to him and whispered something in his ear.

Later that evening, Donovan found himself lying naked in bed underneath an equally naked Tamsen. Tamsen was using a set of tattoo needles on Donovan’s exposed chest, while he winced and squirmed under her hand. “Tamsen, when you said you wanted to spend time alone with me, I thought you had something different in mind.”, Donovan grunted in obvious discomfort. Tamsen pulled herself up, her legs straddled around Donovan’s waist. A smile came across her face, as she looked at her work thus far, “I know what you want, Donovan. But if I had told you I wanted to put a tattoo on you, you would have suddenly needed to study First Age Talingarde history, or something similarly boring.” Donovan looked at her coyly, “And if I had known you only wanted me in bed to tattoo me, I think I would have wanted to wait until later.” Tamsen’s face turned hard quickly, as she set her fingers onto Donovan’s chin, “Only? How dare you! Have you ever left my bed unsatisfied? Have I ever refused your advances?” Donovan looked at her, knowing the truth of her words, realizing he had spoken out of turn. Not once, not a single time since their first night, had she ever left him feeling alone or unwanted. “Of course not, my love. Never.” Her expression softened immediately, as a smile returned to her face. “Exactly. So, be quiet and lie still.” She leaned forward again, and resumed her task. Of course, lying still with her on top of him was far more challenging. Beyond the fact that he could feel her naked crimson form pressed against him, he was being frequently reminded that Tamsen’s tail was quite capable of moving across his naked body and touching any part of him that she wanted to. The sensation of her pleasuring him and then bringing him discomfort was almost dizzying; and it was clear that Tamsen reveled in getting a response from Donovan on all levels. Donovan decided to keep talking, in the hopes of taking his mind out of this setting. “My love, could you at least tell me why you are using potions for these tattoos? You know I could craft you a far better-quality ink, with far cheaper ingredients.” Tamsen continued to work, but smiled and looked up into Donovan’s eyes. “I am learning how to apply the potions as tattoos.” Donovan seemed genuinely intrigued in what Tamsen was talking about. “Really? That’s… very impressive love. I didn’t know you were interested in that skill.” Tamsen nodded, and continued working, “I worry about you when you’re in the middle of fights. You don’t have monsters to fight for you, or spells, or strength. I want you to be safe, and maybe this can help you.” Donovan smiled, and reached for Tamsen’s cheek, “You’re so wonderful.” Tamsen’s tail grabbed Donovan’s hand, pushing it down to the bed, then she looked up at him, smiling softly, “I said be still.” Donovan nodded, then closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as Tamsen completed her work. Not too much later, Tamsen set the bottle and needles off to the side of the bed. She gently dabbed off the remaining ink with a towel, then blew softly onto the tattoo that she had completed on Donovan’s chest. Donovan shuddered from the sensitivity of his skin. Tamsen whispered to Donovan, “Now, whatever should we do next?”, then leaned down as Donovan and her kissed each other deeply.

Bebop stood in front of the bottles placed around the lab area of the Manor. He had been working on potion creation for several days now, at Donovan’s request. Bebop thought back to when Donovan first introduced him to potion creation. Donovan was extremely meticulous in his methodology, keeping detailed notes on measurements and brewing order. While Bebop originally used Donovan’s notes and formulas, he began to have a more intrinsic feel for how potions were created, and just started making them without using Donovan’s notes at all. Soon after, Bebop was creating potions faster and more consistently than Donovan. Bebop remembered the time when Donovan’s father Alcott came into the shop where Bebop and Donovan were preparing potions. Alcott quickly noticed that Bebop was able to create far more potions than Donovan in the same amount of time. “Great work, Bebop.”, Alcott clapped his hand against Bebop’s shoulder, smiling widely. “This is how it should be done! If only Donovan could learn to be useful like you.” Donovan began to protest, “Father, I could….” Alcott cut him off, completely disinterested in what he had to say. “Go home and play with your toy, Donovan. You’re useless to me here.” Donovan gritted his teeth, staring angrily at Alcott before moving his eyes over to Bebop. Without further words, Donovan walked out of the shop. While Donovan never spoke to Bebop about what happened that day, Bebop was certain that Donovan felt hurt by losing more face in front of Alcott. So, when Donovan asked him to craft potions on the team’s behalf, he never asked any questions about it, because he understood it was something that held memories for Donovan. Donovan had prepared a list of potions to make for a variety of situations. Bebop completed the task, and smiled proudly to himself at the proficiency of his work.

Training began for the group in earnest, and was brutal in many ways. Tiadora was able to lash out at the group with more fervor than previously available to her, and she relished the opportunity to do so. Donovan’s tactics to overwhelm Tiadora came up short, as he discovered the power of Tiadora was larger than he had previously anticipated. This situation was further exacerbated by the frequent unexpected attacks from the staff, as random weapons would be thrown at the members of the party when they would least expect it. Donovan spent night after night patching up members of the team, after each assault would leave the team battered and bruised. His skill with healing became more and more proficient, allowing him to even begin patching up the team without even needing the Healer’s Kits that he would once normally require. Additionally, the team overall got even faster and quicker with their reactions. Tamsen could snap her fingers and drop someone into a Slumber in the blink of an eye. Lucius could pull forth monsters that would assail the staff before they could get anywhere near him. As for Bebop, he became more terrifying, truly embracing a more monstrous part of his nature. While Donovan was never able to craft a set of tactics that allowed him to overcome Tiadora’s sheer power, his group eventually earned from her what some might call praise. “You are… ready enough for the Master’s use.”, Tiadora said to the group.

A banquet was held in the honor of the team by the Cardinal, which included the summoning of devils and human sacrifice. Donovan would say such things are unnecessary, but did not want to fall back into fighting with the Cardinal after the progress that had been built up. “The Nessian Knot is forged!”, Cardinal Thorn said to the group at the conclusion of the ritual. “And your ship has arrived!”

For the first time in quite some time, Donovan would say that things were beginning to turn around for his family.



Session 4 Ends.
 

rchodges

Villager
Donovan awoke to the splash of ocean spray across the deck of the Frosthamar. Opening his eyes, he saw his family sitting or sleeping around the ship, with a handful of crew members performing the routine tasks required for sailing. Donovan had been on board this ship for a few days now, having met the captain, Kargeld Odenkirk. Donovan remembered the odd introductions of Odenkirk. “You will guard our boat all the way north, yes?”, Odenkirk asked Donovan. After Donovan confirmed his team were there to perform that task, Odenkirk responded, “Then I will take you to the cursed north, past hope and life.” Donovan smirked at that comment, having thought that the captain was being hyperbolic.

The first part of the trip was easy enough, although it was difficult for Donovan and the others to transition from residing in the estate of Thorn into being cramped together onto a single ship that had effectively no protection against the elements. Bebop made it clear very early into the journey that he was displeased with the arrangements. “This sucks!”, Bebop complained quickly. “The world can’t be found from Tamsen’s bed, Bebop. There’s things we’ll have to go do in person.”, Donovan curtly replied. As they traveled, Donovan took some time to understand the cargo that they were carrying. The weapons, stacked together in barrels and crates, were fully made of metal and reinforced, clearly designed to accommodate the more powerful attacks that would be used by the bugbears wielding them. Odenkirk said that the trip would take several weeks, which made sense given the limited speed the ship would be able to achieve due to the massive amount of cargo being held.

After a week of moving out from the rivers where they first encountered the Frosthamar, they approached the open waters. One of the first major landmarks that Donovan and the others saw was the Watch Wall. Just looking at this impressive landmark, Donovan thought about how him and his family would soon be inside the Wall, attempting to dismantle it from within. Donovan had brought historical references to the Watch Wall in order to glean information that might be pertinent to their efforts. Donovan found it difficult to study, between the constant motion of the ship, and the constant complaints of Bebop resonating in his head. Donovan could overhear the voices of the ship crew speaking. They were conversing with each other in Norspik. Donovan rarely heard this language from when he worked at Alcott’s shop, but he was still familiar with it. It was apparent that the sailors assumed he and the other visitors on the boat had not learned this language, and Donovan had no intention of correcting them at this point.

Bebop was initially excited to get onto the water, thinking that it would be an opportunity for him to “catch a mermaid”. However, Bebop’s enthusiasm went dour quickly as Donovan explained to him what those creatures looked like, and how they generally interacted with humanoids. Bebop still continued fishing over the side of the ship, catching several fish. One of the fish was surprisingly larger than the others, causing Bebop to beam with pride as he attempted to hand it to Tamsen. Tamsen looked at him confused and slightly disgusted. “What am I supposed to do with this?”, Tamsen queried. “It’s a gift for you.”, Bebop beamed with pride back at her. Without word, Lucius took the fish from Bebop, and begin preparing it for dinner. Tamsen had an exasperated look on her face, as Donovan chuckled to himself.

Looking back out onto the waters, Donovan noticed a ship in the distance. He was about to call it out, when Captain Odenkirk bellowed out across the deck, “A Talingarde ship! They’re headed our way, and we can’t outrun them.” A harder look came across the captain’s face. “Once they get close to us, they’ll know we’re smugglers.” Donovan responded, “Then we’ll convince them we’re something else.” Donovan then looked over at Tamsen, “It’s time for you to take what you have gleaned from Timeon, and put it to use. You’re about to play the role of Sir Balin.” Without hesitating, Donovan tapped the Circlet of Disguise provided to him by Thorn, and took on the role of a Talingarde soldier. Seeing his action, Bebop and Lucius follow suit. “What do I tell them, Donovan?”, Tamsen queries Donovan, before changing her form into that of Sir Balin. “You’re pursuing the escapees from Branderscar, who are believed to be headed to an enemy camp north of the Watch Wall. You’ve conscripted this vessel into service in order to prevent them from seeing the Talingarde heraldry and fleeing again. And Captain Odenkirk has graciously provided his aid in getting you to this destination. Simple enough, my love?” Donovan smiled warmly at Tamsen, who listened to all that he had said before nodding intently. Quickly having GrumbleJack kneel down and throwing a tarp over him, the crew awaited the arrival of this vessel. Once the vessel got close enough, a voice rang out from the ship. “Heave to in the name of the King!” Captain Odenkirk gave the appropriate orders to assist this ship in the boarding of his vessel. Soon enough, the captain of the vessel and four of his sailors came aboard the Frosthamar. The captain of the Talingarde vessel spoke up, “Who is in charge here?” Without hesitation, Tamsen stepped forward, and began explaining her story to the Talingarde captain.

As the son of a merchant, Donovan was used to dealing with a fair share of grifters and con artists. Over the years, he had gained a fairly intuitive sense of when someone was selling stories instead of product, and learned to deal with both appropriately. But, listening to Tamsen weave her tale to this captain, Donovan would be hard pressed to know what was true and what was not. She was so naturally gifted with the power of deception, that every word and motion she made seemed completely honest and forthright. And it was in that moment that Donovan questioned everything he thought he knew about Tamsen. Had anything she had ever said to him been true? Of course, he wanted it to be true, but could he really know if things were as he wished them to be, or merely that she was allowing him to think as much? Quickly, he caught himself in those thoughts, and began associating other languages in his mind, remembering that she could read his thoughts at any point she chose to do so. By now, the conversation between Tamsen and the captain of the Talingarde vessel was winding down. Naturally, he was completely convinced, and even offered to aid “Sir Balin” by searching the waters for the vessel that the escapees had supposedly absconded with. “May the blessings of Mitra be upon you and yours.”, the captain said to Tamsen before disembarking. “And may His light guide you.”, Tamsen responded, calmly and with all apparent sincerity. The sailors disembarked with their captain, and the ship pulled away, not a single blow having been thrown. Captain Odenkirk was clearly impressed. “Good work. You’ve saved my crew a fair bit of headache today.”

Time passed on the seas, and everyone began to fall into a predictable rhythm of activity throughout the day. Bebop continued to spend the bulk of his time attempting to flirt with Tamsen. Despite her general exhibitionist nature, the idea of having sex on the deck of a ship with six strange men watching them was a bit more than she was ready to get involved with. Finally, she found a clever way to stop Bebop from asking her, “I’m not having sex with you unless Donovan is involved.” Knowing Donovan as well as she did, she knew that he would not even consider having such an activity on board a ship in these conditions. But, she knew it would force Bebop to stop asking her about it, and start pestering Donovan. Meanwhile, Lucius would engage in games of chance with the crew in order to pass the time. Donovan continued to study books as much as he could; but kept himself wrapped up in a tarp in order to protect the manuscripts from the spray of the waters.

And so it was that on one of these nights, Donovan and the others were stirred awake by the sound of the crew screaming. Looking around, Donovan saw several liquid looking creature aboard the boat. Focusing his eyes and mind, the realization came to him quickly. “Water Elementals! GrumbleJack, Bebop, clear the deck of these things!” Lucius called forth a Hell Hound, who began assisting the crew, GrumbleJack, and Bebop in attacking the Elementals. Meanwhile, Tamsen began applying Protective Luck to everyone, starting with Donovan. Odenkirk pulled out a large axe, and began assisting his crew in destroying the Elementals on deck. Meanwhile, one of the crew that was up in the mast shouted down, “Motion in the water!” He cast a light towards a humanoid creature that was riding a dolphin just a short distance away from the Frosthamar. As Donovan’s eyes fixated on the illuminated spot that was provided by the crewmate, a flash of recognition entered his mind. “Tritons! Lucius, get some dolphins over there now!” Abandoning the Hell Hound he had already created, Lucius turned towards the water and summoned a group of dolphins. The dolphins, clearly altered by the dark energies that Lucius wielded, viciously followed the command of Lucius as he ordered them to attack the first visible Triton. Their attacks, brutal and savage, rended the Triton into pieces within seconds. Meanwhile, on the deck the remaining Water Elementals had been hewn into puddles, only for a new group of them to be summoned up again. Bebop was especially ruthless, oftentimes destroying an Elemental in a single attack. While Donovan was not able to successfully attack anyone, his ability to continue healing the people onboard allowed them to continue fighting without faltering. And so the cycle would continue for several minutes. Lucius and the Triton summoner would continue throwing out waves of attackers upon the opposing groups, and those groups would attempt to battle back the summoned minions. Unfortunately for the Tritons, Lucius was a far better Summoner. The power of his minions easily outclassed the power of the Triton’s minions, and in due time, the Triton summoner found himself being pulled down to a bloody end at the hand of another group of vicious dolphins. With the death of the Triton summoner, the few remaining Tritons lost their nerve and fled, and all of the summoned Elementals turned back into the water from which they were drawn forth. Small puddles of blood surrounded the Frosthamar, before finally being washed away by the ebb and flow of the waters.

Captain Odenkirk looked at Donovan with a sense of concern and frustration in his face, “Why in damnation would Tritons be attacking my ship?” Donovan, clearly confused from this event, responded uncertainly, “Why indeed, Captain?” To himself, Donovan would wonder what sort of omen this event would represent. Only time would tell.



Session 5 Ends.
 

rchodges

Villager
The waves continued to roll and toss around the Frosthamar. Donovan had grown somewhat accustomed to the gentle rhythmic sensation that was caused by the travel through the seas. While sleeping was difficult, he had learned to master reading under these conditions. He also used the time to continue finding other ways to pass the time. He continued to work and polish the equipment that had been found recently, taking care to remove any identifying markings on the gear, and polishing it to make sure that it would be able to be sold for maximum value. Still, he felt useless to his family. Time and time again, he was unable to provide any real combat support beyond tactical assistance. He envied how easily the others could muster themselves to be useful in a real fight, while he did little more than simply throw sharp rocks in random directions. Donovan resolved to begin focusing his talents on improving his combat prowess.

As Donovan continued to polish and prime the equipment he was working on, he overheard Captain Odenkirk speaking with his crew in Norspik. Of course, Donovan understood what they were saying, but he continued to play the part of the ignorant tourist as he carefully listened in on their words. The crew and the captain were discussing heading to a location they referred to as “Seal Island”. Apparently, this location would add at least a half day onto the total travel time, not to mention the time they spent in the area. The captain was unconcerned about such things, his greed always at the forefront of his actions. “Don’t worry, I’ll make some up some story for these idiots.”, Odenkirk said to his crew. Donovan smirked to himself and thought about the conversation he had with Thorn before departing on this journey. Adrastus had spoken on the greed of Kargeld Odenkirk, and it was something that Donovan could appreciate. Unfortunately, Odenkirk broke a cardinal rule of the mercantile: Never change a deal after the terms are set. Odenkirk had demanded additional payment after he had received the goods and was getting ready to depart. Alcott Westermeyer would have marked Odenkirk and effectively put him out of business. Adrastus Thorn was a kinder individual, as he simply ordered the death of Odenkirk and his crew. Compared to a slow misery at the hands of Alcott and the other merchants, Donovan considered a swift death a mercy for this man. Donovan saw this situation as a pity, as in a different situation Donovan would have found a way to put a man like this under his thumb. Still, war is usually on a tight schedule, and perhaps killing Odenkirk was the most efficient option for dealing with problematic employees such as him.

“We’re a little light on water.”, Odenkirk began his prepared speech to Donovan. “We’re passing Seal Isle, and there’s a stream that feeds into the bay there. While we’re there, the area is home to some of the richest seal hunting areas in all of the coast. I’m thinking of organizing a hunting expedition, if you would be interested in traveling with us.” Donovan studied Odenkirk as he told this obvious lie. Of course, the lie was only obvious to Donovan because he was familiar with Norspik. Without that knowledge, Donovan realized that he would be hard pressed to detect the falsehoods in the captain’s speech. Donovan responded, “Thank you for the generous offer, Captain. However, my assignment is to this ship and the cargo aboard it. I wish you luck in your hunting.” Donovan smiled broadly at the captain, as a plan began to form in his mind. “Hunting?”, Bebop chimed up, excited at the opportunity to escape the confines of the Frosthamar. Donovan looked over to Bebop, and shook his head with somber determination. Bebop knew better than to argue with Donovan when he had his mind set that way, so he sighed and went back to how he was formerly occupying himself.

Soon enough, the captain and three of his crew manned two of the smaller boats, then begin headed towards the small isle under the pretense of fetching water. The ships didn’t even arrive at the island before they began the grisly work of clubbing and killing seals for their pelts. Bebop wasted no time in taking advantage of the lack of crew to attempt to seduce Tamsen yet again. While Tamsen was initially insistent that Donovan would need to be involved, Donovan suggested that the two of them could include Timeon if they really needed to enjoy each other right then, as Donovan and Lucius kept their eyes focused on the horizon where the small boats were located. Bebop, Tamsen, and Timeon began enjoying themselves on the deck, while Donovan began planning with Lucius. “Lucius, if you see an opportunity to take out Captain Odenkirk’s raft, you take it. This would be very opportune for us to remove a problem from this boat without even having him on the boat.”, Donovan spoke softly to Lucius in Infernal. Lucius nodded with understanding, his eyes focused on the vessels, looking for an opportunity to act.

Meanwhile, on board the rafts, the crew had become somewhat competitive with one another. The vessel not holding Odenkirk had apparently had some good luck with finding some larger seals and were beginning to clean and gut the animals out on the raft in order to cut down on the weight inside their vessel. Blood and guts were spilled openly into the water, drawing the attention of nearby predators. Those predators soon manifested themselves to the surface, as they begin to strike the sides of the raft, attempting to knock it off balance. The captain called out to the mast of the Frosthamar, but the sailor manning the post was distracted paying attention to what Bebop and Tamsen were doing. Finally, the shapes under the water made themselves visible to the surface where Donovan could see them. “Godsdamn it all! Bunyips!” Lucius looked over at him, “Is this the opportunity we were looking for?” Donovan replied, “Not if we don’t have someone to get us to the destination!” Lucius nodded at Donovan, then gestured with his hands. A quartet of Dolphins came forth into being again, once more touched by the dark energies so familiar to Lucius. The dolphins swam out to attack the bunyips, striking them and moving away to force the bunyips to chase after them. The bunyips were clearly more powerful creatures, but the dolphins had both numbers and agility working on their behalf. Odenkirk roared out to his crew to return to the Frosthamar, using the opportunity provided to them by the dolphins to row free of the bunyips. Looking over at Tamsen and Bebop, Donovan curtly spoke, “Wrap it up you three, they are headed back now.”

Once Odenkirk reboarded the ship with the rest of his crew, he appeared to have the slightest sense of contrition was over him. “Bunyips. Who would have expected that?” Donovan, having reached his limit of patience with the greed the man, was direct and to the point in his reply. “Captain, that could have turned out very poorly for you and your crew had we not been here as the situation developed. It should be apparent now that those bunyips have made this area their home for the season. Perhaps we should go to another location…”, Donovan paused to accentuate the obvious lie he had been told. “… for the water we so clearly need.” Odenkirk thought about the situation he had allowed himself to get into, and then responded, “Perhaps you’re right, Donovan.” Donovan smiled, holding back his frustration and annoyance. “Indeed, Captain. Indeed.”

Setting out the next morning, the Frosthamar came across a small group of boats that appeared to be kayaks and an open skinned canoe. The individuals manning those ships were attempting to make contact with the individuals on board the Odenkirk’s vessel. “Yutak?”, Donovan queried. “I’ve heard of them, but never had a chance to actually meet them in person.” Upon approaching the side of the Frosthamar, the speaker of the tribe spoke up in limited Common. “I am Joseph Calls-Fire-From-Water, this is Chief White Tusk. We trade?” Donovan smiled almost ecstatically. Switching over to the Yutak’s native language, Donovan began speaking to the chief, “Greetings noble chief. My name is Donovan, and I am honored to meet you today. What are you offering for trade, and what are you interested in?” While Bebop, Tamsen, and Lucius were all too familiar with Donovan’s prolific mastery of languages, the Yutak and Captain Odenkirk were both taken off guard at discovering how easily he slipped into a different language than Common. While this excited White Tusk, as he would now be able to speak directly on behalf of his tribe, Odenkirk felt a sudden sense of suspicion creep over him, as he had assumed up to this point that his guests were little more than muscle bound tourists with little to no experience with languages beyond the norm. “Iron for our weapons, to make them sharp and strong. In exchange, we have this.” White Tusk had one of his tribe produce an exquisite narwhal horn from under the pelts and tarps that has been covering it. Donovan’s eyes gazed quickly at it, and he realized just how valuable such a rare and precious item they were holding. “Are you sure it’s iron you seek, noble Chief? Perhaps I could interest you in a metal better suited to forging weapons.” With that, Donovan walked over to the Haversack that Bebop was holding, reached in, and broke off a small piece of one of the Mithral Cobras that they had been transporting. Donovan returned to the side of the Frosthamar, and tossed the small piece of metal down to White Tusk. “I think this might meet your needs even more than simple iron.” The Yutak looked over the metal that they were handling, unsure of what it was they were working with. The metal was light, yet when they pressed it against one of their spears in order to shear off a piece of mithral, they discovered that this metal was more than capable of shearing apart their current weapons. The Yutak had not practiced holding in their eagerness for trades, so Donovan could easily read their excitement. “Yes, we find this metal acceptable. We wish for ten stones of this metal in exchange for the horn.” Bebop whispered into Donovan’s mind via the connection Tamsen had made, “Take them for more, Donovan!” Donovan’s eyes met Bebop’s briefly. “We just doubled our profit in a single trade. Don’t fight for coppers when dealing in gold.” Donovan then turned back to the chief, “We’ll do that deal, White Tusk.” Donovan had GrumbleJack bring out one of the Mithral Cobras from the Haversack, then reaching out across the edge of the Frosthamar to hand it to one of the members of the Yutak tribe. They spent some time weighing the object to make sure that the weight was the amount agreed upon. Once confirmed, they released the horn to Donovan and his family.

“Anything else I can interest you in today, noble Chief?”, Donovan’s voice perked at the end, making the statement sound less like a question, and more like a temptation. The tribe produced miscellaneous pieces of ivory, and White Tusk spoke, “We seek more metal for our weapons.” Donovan smiled, “More metal you say?” Donovan looked over at Bebop, “Open up one of the crates.” As Bebop moved towards the crates, Odenkirk intercepted Donovan. “Not so fast. I was hired to make sure this shipment made it to the destination, and that doesn’t include you just opening it up and using it for your personal profit.” Donovan’s eyes focused on Odenkirk. “I see, so what is it you are looking for here Captain?” Odenkirk’s greed was transparent to Donovan, but he allowed him to say the words he knew was going to come from the captain next. “First, I want it to be clear that this isn’t on me. If Thorn finds out about this trade, you made this choice, not me.”, Odenkirk’s fear of Thorn was still present, even if just so. Donovan tilted his head at Odenkirk at the words he said, then dismissively responded. “I’m sure my father will be fine with this.” Odenkirk, undeterred by Donovan’s response, pressed on. “And I want seventy percent. You wouldn’t even be able to trade with the Yutak if it wasn’t for me.” Donovan suppressed the urge to laugh in Odenkirk’s face, then quickly looked over at White Tusk. “Excuse me a moment, Chief. The Captain and I are discussing something of importance.” His eyes then refocused to Odenkirk, “I need to find out if they’ll even make this trade before I can offer you numbers.” Odenkirk would not be denied his prize. “No, you have to settle with me first.”, grabbing Donovan’s arm and holding him in place. Donovan’s annoyance was apparent now, as he tried to appease the captain. “Fine, I’ll do fifty percent on the value of the cargo trade, since you are providing the forum for this negotiation to take place.” “Sixty.”, Odenkirk attempted to counter with Donovan. An air of menace crept over Donovan, as he stared at Odenkirk with a barely contained rage. “You’ll take fifty percent, and be thankful for having any profit for a deal that you are now getting in the way of.” Odenkirk recoiled at seeing the sudden change of demeanor from Donovan, who had up to this point, been nothing but diplomatic and pleasant with all of the crew. Having resolved the matter, Donovan presented a handful of weapons and shields to the Yutak, in order to have them review any of them for possible options. There was some back and forth between the members of the Yutak and Donovan, with him attempting to keep the deal within the “break even” point, and still not make them feel as though they were getting a poor deal from him. Finally, there was a breakthrough for a small amount of profit on the items to be sold. The deal was nothing particularly exciting, yet it was enough to keep the Yutak tribe interested. “Do you happen to have any furs or other fine garments?”, White Tusk chimed up. Just then, Bebop remembered the collection of robes that had been taken from the Warden of Branderscar. The chief’s eyes grew wide with excitement when Bebop produced the first garment. Unfamiliar with the typical manner in which Talingarde finery was worn, White Tusk simply tossed the robe on top of his existing clothes. One of Odenkirk’s sailors began to chuckle at the sight of White Tusk poorly attempting to wear the robe, but that was immediately silenced when Odenkirk grabbed the sailor and threw him back across the deck. Odenkirk was angrily whispering something to the sailor, but Donovan couldn’t focus on what the captain was saying while attempting to reassure and encourage the chief. The chief asked if he was wearing the outfit the right way, and Donovan provided him some suggestions on how to properly wear the attire. After removing some of his own outerwear, the chief placed the robe on him in the correct fashion, and was immediately excited about the look and feel of the clothing. “We will trade you all we have left for this robe.”, White Tusk said to Donovan. Donovan smiled and responded, “Not at all, noble Chief. This robe is a gift for you. We wish for you to have it to express the beginning of new relations between us.” The chief thought on this act of goodwill, and responded positively, “We will not forget you, or what you have done for our tribe today. What is your name?” Donovan responded, “Please call me Donovan Thorn. I’m looking forward to continued relations with you and others of your tribes.” Donovan paused for a moment, “White Tusk, if you are still looking for an opportunity to trade your remaining wares, I believe we have additional robes that may also please you.” Bebop pulled out several other robes in different colors. Without hesitation, the tribe chief spoke up, “We’ll trade those for all we have left here.” Donovan smiled at White Tusk, “We most certainly have a deal.” Not much later, the Yutak pulled away from the Frosthamar, having traded away all of their wares to Donovan in exchange for a few stones of Mithral, a handful of shields, and three robes. Donovan walked over to Captain Odenkirk, pulling a large handful of coins out of his bag. Donovan placed the coins into the captain’s hand. “Seventy five gold. That’s what I estimate fifty percent of the profit to be on those shields we ended up trading with the Yutak.” Odenkirk took the money while smirking at Donovan, “That’s a really nice horn you got from them.” Donovan nodded and laughed, then looked over at Tamsen. In her head, Donovan spoke to the group. “Hilarious! The fool is planning to kill and rob us, while we’re planning to kill and rob him. The irony of this situation isn’t lost on me.”

Time passed, and the ship continued to push north. The water was beginning to freeze up now, as the Frosthamar pushed through blocks of ice across the top of the water. The scenery was breathtaking, but hard to enjoy as the temperature continued to plummet. Tamsen, who was naturally resistant to temperature fluctuations, wrapped her arms around Donovan. “Are you doing alright out here, my love?”, she whispered sweetly in his ear. “Thank you for thinking about me. I’m better now that you are around.”, Donovan responded to her. She pushed closer against Donovan and giggled slightly, “I’ll share my body heat with you anytime.” Donovan pulled out a few blackened pieces of clay from his alchemist kit. “Help me work these into a pile, would you?” Donovan’s hands, at first rigid and inflexible, began to gain mobility as the heat from the pieces of clay gained malleability. Tamsen noticed the change in temperature as well. “Ooh, these get warm as you play with them!”, Tamsen commented as her hands spread the Blackfire Clay around. “They do indeed, my love. And, they make heat without fire, which is quite useful in situations like the one we are in right now.” Bebop and Lucius soon discovered what the other two were doing, and assisted in activating the clay for creating a small “campfire” that they could use for heat. As the darkness set in, the only light available on the ship was coming from the torches at the front and rear of the ship. Suddenly, Donovan and the others noticed that the temperature was dropping unexpectedly fast. Even next to the heat source they had created, the temperature was falling in a very apparent way. Donovan stood up and began looking around. “Something’s coming guys. Probably some sort of ice creature.” The temperature then took a vicious drop, as ice crystals formed along the railing and deck of the ship. A moment later, Ice Elementals appeared on the ship.

A voice called up from around the crow’s nest of the Frosthamar, “How dare you bring fire into my realm? Now you all will suffer for your arrogance!” The voice was laughing and mocking them, but it was too dark to make out what sort of creature was up in that area. Donovan called out to Tamsen, “Tamsen, light up the crow’s nest!” Tamsen gestured with her hands and words, and a group of Dancing Lights were soon circling around that area of the ship. With a clearer image of what was up there, Donovan was able to identify the creature that was haranguing the ship. “Ice Mephit! Lucius, put a Hell Hound up there, those creatures are vulnerable to fire!” Bebop began his transformation, embracing his monstrous form and moving towards two of the Ice Elementals. The crew, barring Odenkirk, were simply too terrified to act. GrumbleJack attempted to swing at the small creatures, but struggled for any of his hits to land. Odenkirk grabbed for his axe, then immediately dropped it as it became covered with ice crystals. Odenkirk was taken aback, but instead pulled out a pair of daggers he had been previously concealing. The Mephit laughed at Odenkirk, seeing the weapon dropped from his hand, but was then surprised by the Hell Hound that also was summoned up in the crow’s nest, and breathed fire at it. The Mephit screamed and cursed at the Hell Hound, flying away as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, back on the deck, Bebop was continuing to annihilate the Ice Elementals on the deck, with a small amount of support from GrumbleJack and Odenkirk. Donovan screamed up at the Ice Mephit that was flying around the ship, “Get down here, or you’ll share the fate of these Ice Elementals.” The Ice Mephit laughed and refused Donovan’s order. Soon, though, the Ice Mephit watched as all the Elementals were destroyed from the deck. The Ice Mephit, perhaps annoyed or afraid of what would happen if it attempted to flee, decided to land on the deck. Looking at Donovan, the Mephit hesitated, then spoke a single word. “Parley?” Donovan scoffed at the creature. “Now you want to talk? Fine! Why are you attacking this ship?” The creature, arrogant in its activity, responded to Donovan. “You bring the fire to my realm, and now you see my anger!” Donovan sighed at this small creature, so confident in its talents and abilities. “Alright, then, what do you want?” The Mephit, thinking it had finally gotten what it wanted from this ship, cackled with glee at Donovan’s response. “You’ll put out all of your torches and fires, and then I will allow you to pass.” Donovan, whose frustrations had already been pushed to the brink over wasting even more time still dealing with yet another arrogant creature, tilted his head at the Mephit, then responded curtly, “Let me make you a counter offer.” Donovan’s eyes flicked over to Tamsen, who immediately knew what Donovan wanted her to do. Tamsen spoke quietly, making small gestures with her hands towards the Mephit. The Mephit suddenly found itself unable to stay awake, and fell into a Slumber on the deck of the ship. “Toss him in a crate,”, Donovan said to Bebop, “we’ll see if his temperament changes after a few days of not being able to leave.” Odenkirk was angry with the Mephit, wanting to destroy it utterly. Bebop, having also learned the way that Odenkirk was motivated, held him at bay with a simple sentence. “Wait Captain, we can sell this creature for profit.” Odenkirk was frustrated, but was clearly moved by Bebop’s words. Donovan spent the next few days speaking to the creature from inside the crate, explaining to it that it had very few choices given the situation it had put itself in. Slowly, using a combination of diplomacy and intimidation, Donovan began to break the will of this creature. After a while, the Mephit revealed its name to Donovan, “I am Killiketz.” Donovan tossed in a Liquid Frost vial into the crate with Killiketz. “You work with me, Killiketz, and more of these will keep coming your way.” Killiketz soon proved itself quite useful, taking over the crow’s nest of the Frosthamar and functioning as a scout for the ship. The Mephit would fly out and scout the waters ahead of the path the ship was headed. It would then come back and report what it had discovered to Donovan, who was able to inform Odenkirk of what had been discovered. And, while the crew was annoyed at no longer getting away from everyone up in the crow’s nest, all of them could appreciate how efficient and accurate Killiketz functioned as a scout on behalf of the ship. “You know, I bet we could get four thousand gold for that creature.”, Odenkirk spoke up to Donovan after seeing what the Mephit was capable of. Donovan smiled and looked back at Odenkirk, “I like the way you think, Captain.”

After their travels, they came upon an unspoiled area of land, well behind the Watch Wall. The area was still cold, but the waters were no longer covered with ice. The Frosthamar glided gently down the waters, until it finally came upon a crudely built pier. Looking around, the members of the Frosthamar could see a large collection of bugbears moving around the area. As they approached the pier, the group could see four Bugbears walking up the pier, with violence in their eyes.

Donovan sighed, “Oh, this is going to be interesting.”

Session 6 Ends.
 

rchodges

Villager
As the sailors tossed the dockline over to the group of bugbears, one of them grabbed the line while speaking to his compatriots in his native tongue. “It looks like the food is being delivered to us now, yes?” Donovan heard the group of bugbears, and frustration set upon him. It had been far too long since he had been able to set his feet on land, too long since he had been able to do anything but read and pace about a small deck; and he would not be held in fear by these ignorant brutes. Rushing over to the side of the boat where the bugbears were assisting in pulling the ship across the dock, he screamed at them in Goblin. “You go and fetch Sakkarot for us now, and maybe you live to see this night pass, yes?” The uncertainty of what to do next was plainly visible on the faces of the bugbears. The small humanoid creature was barking orders at them, and seemed completely unafraid. One of the bugbears called out to the myriad smaller goblins back up the way, “Go and get the Fire Axe! Someone is here to see him!” The goblins, hearing the orders from the much larger bugbears, rushed away in compliance. Still, the bugbears would not be denied their food. “Maybe we eat you now, give your gifts to Sakkarot when he arrives, yes?” Donovan gritted his teeth in barely controlled rage. “And maybe I kill you all here and now, yes?” Snapping his fingers, Donovan switched back to Common, “Bebop, deal with them!” Bebop dropped down onto the pier, having already consumed one of his mutagens a few moments earlier. Despite the obvious and massive increase to his body mass, Bebop was clearly giving up over a foot in height and hundreds of pounds to just one of these creatures. One of the bugbears snorted as Bebop approached them, thinking to crush the little insect. The bugbear swung wide. Bebop dodged the blow, and then snarled with a fury none of them expected. Fear gripped the bugbear who had attempted to attack Bebop, and he began to retreat from the smaller humanoid. The other bugbears mocked the one that was moving away, calling him a coward, then pushing him off the pier into the water and laughing. Another bugbear moved up to Bebop, confidence brimming in its eyes. “I’m not afraid of you!”, the bugbear shouted at Bebop before taking a swing. The blow connected against Bebop, who didn’t even flinch as the club sunk down onto his shoulder. The bugbear barely had a moment to realize how ineffective the attack was before Bebop exploded onto the creature in a blur of teeth and claws. Within seconds, the bugbear was turned into a bloody mass on the pier, clearly dead. The last two bugbears were visibly unsure of themselves now, as GrumbleJack’s massive weight stepped onto the pier, causing the entire structure to bob up and down in the water. The grabbed their weapons, readying themselves for a fight. Just then, a voice rang out in the distance.

“Hold your attacks!”, the powerful voice spoke out across the area where the ship was moored. A bugbear, covered in black fur and wielding an actual flaming axe, approached the pier and the Frosthamar. Looking at Bebop, the bugbear asked, “Who sent you?” “Thorn.”, was the terse reply of Bebop. The bugbear seemed somewhat unconvinced at the single worded reply, and Donovan continued forward, “We are the Ninth Knot, and your delivery has arrived! GrumbleJack, show him!” GrumbleJack, hoisting one of the crates that weighed several hundred pounds, tossed it in the air to the black furred bugbear, who caught the crate in his arms with a thud that shook the pier once more. Tearing the crate open, the bugbear saw a collection of weapons bearing the symbol of Asmodeus. “These people are my guests, and I will deal with anyone who brings them harm! They have brought us steel!” The bugbear holds one of the weapons in the crate up in the air, and a cheer comes from all the creatures nearby. GrumbleJack begins assisting the bugbears, as crate after crate is removed from the Frosthamar. While Donovan knew that many crates were being held in the ship, it wasn’t until he saw them spread about the beach area that he truly began to grasp the scope of how many weapons had actually been provided. The bugbear, having spent some time watching Donovan and the others, finally approached Donovan and spoke directly to him. “I am Sakkarot, the leader of this group.” Donovan smiled and responded back, “I am Donovan, and this is my family. We are delighted to finally meet with you, great War Chief.” Bebop approached the bugbear that he had scared briefly, who was still avoiding him even now. “Where are your women?”, Bebop asked excitedly. Sakkarot set his hand on Bebop’s shoulder, “I appreciate your enthusiasm for life; but perhaps you would first like to enjoy a feast with my people in order to celebrate these weapons you have brought us.” Donovan sighed, once more at a loss for words. As they were getting ready to head into the camp, Odenkirk told Donovan, “I’m not going in there with them.” Donovan nodded to the captain, “I would have expected no different from you, Captain. We’ll be back soon enough.” Wordlessly, Donovan instructed Lucius to stay behind, “Keep an eye on these individuals. We’ll take care of the captain when I return.”

Massive dire boars were placed on spits, ready to be cooked over open fires. Sakkarot had the honor of taking the head of the first one. While Donovan and Tamsen ate enough to show proper respect, Bebop and GrumbleJack gorged themselves on food and drink. It wasn’t long before Bebop had left the feasting to enjoy a different sort of flesh. “Your friend is given to his indulgences.”, Sakkarot spoke amusedly. Donovan nodded, “Bebop fully embraces each moment in life. It’s something I admire about him.” Sakkarot took another drink of his wine, then continued, “You said you were the Ninth Knot of the Cardinal, correct?” Donovan nodded, and Sakkarot continued, “I am the leader of the First Knot.” He paused briefly, “I am the only true member of the First Knot. The rest are fools.” Revealing a brand that Sakkarot had placed onto his chest, Sakkarot exclaimed, “I am a true servant of Asmodeus.” Donovan pondered Sakkarot’s words for a moment, then responded, “So you are first and foremost a servant of Asmodeus before you are a servant of the Cardinal.” Sakkarot snorted, “That man seeks to call himself a Cardinal, yet he was only a Cardinal of the Mitran faith.” The words hit Donovan like a greatclub. Thoughts sped through Donovan’s mind, until the one obvious conclusion was dialed in on: Thorn wasn’t betrayed by the Talerians, he betrayed them. And in that moment, Donovan realized that he wasn’t employed by a man seeking to upend to status quo for the benefit of all religions including those of Asmodeus, he was simply working for a petty creature attempting to lash out for the consequences of the betrayal that had been taken against the kingdom. “A man of Mitran faith, you say? How very interesting.”, was the only response that Donovan could muster as his mind was working through all of the ramifications.

Bebop entered back into the tent where the three of them had been previously speaking, the scent of sex and sweat covering his body. It was quite apparent how he had been spending his time, as he had a look on his face of self-confidence. “Ah, I see your friend has returned.”, Sakkarot stood up, appearing to be intending to leave. Donovan gathered his thoughts. “Before you go, War Chief, I was hoping to make a couple of requests of you.” Sakkarot focused his attention on Donovan, “What is it then?” “First, for the next task that we are being asked of by Thorn, we will need to employ more discretion. As such, I was hoping that my friend GrumbleJack would be able to remain with you until your invasion has been made manifest.” Sakkarot nodded approvingly, “GrumbleJack is welcome to stay with us. I’m sure he will not need any protection from me, as he is a powerful warrior in his own right.” Donovan smiled, “Wonderful. As to the other request, would you be interested in taking a slave from us? Thorn wishes to have the captain of the Frosthamar killed, so I was hoping I could leave him in your care until your men got bored with him.” Sakkarot tilted his head slightly, “I thought your team was sailing on to the town?” Donovan affirmed, “Yes, but I only need the sailors for that, I don’t need him.” Sakkarot chuckled, “You are certainly an unusual creature, Donovan. And yes, we’ll be happy to take him off your hands. My army can always use more slaves.” Donovan smiled and clapped his hands together, “Wonderful, have some of your men wait down at the edge of the pier. We’ll get him ready for you.” Sakkarot handed Donovan a simple flare gun, then spoke solemnly, “It will take me two weeks to bring the remaining troops here, and then move into position. Once there, I will be able to keep them in line for another two weeks. You have that long to bring down the defenses of the Watch Wall. Can you accomplish this task in that time?” Donovan smiled and said, “Thorn believes this to be true.” Sakkarot grunted with a pleased look on his face, then responded once more, “Do this and your names will be legend. Hail Asmodeus!” With that, Sakkarot left the tent. Donovan reached out to his family through the telepathic link created by Tamsen. “Prepare yourselves, it’s time for us to deal with the Captain tonight.”

Lucius was making the most of his time on the Frosthamar. Taking some of the Blackfire Clay that Donovan had left behind for him, Lucius began trying out some simple dishes with ingredients and spices that he had been thinking about over the last several days. Odenkirk and his crew were having a wonderful evening, with Lucinda even playing the part of a bar wench who would fetch drinks and plates for them. Odenkirk reveled in card games, especially as he frequently changed the rules to suit whatever he thought gave him the best chance of winning. Lucius didn’t give too much thought to such things. It was all well enough that Lucius was being appreciated for his work, by people who didn’t consider service to be a sign of slavery. When the instructions came in, Lucius began silently instructing Lucinda to align herself to the side or rear of Odenkirk as best she could. Even as Lucinda maintained the ruse of a simple drink server, she began sizing up the Captain, seeing how she would dispatch him. Lucius saw Donovan and the others walking up to the pier, with a group of bugbears in tow. Donovan observed what was going on at the deck of the Frosthamar, and handed Bebop a stack of gold coins. The group stepped up on the ship from the pier, as Lucius kept trying to pull different sailors away from the group playing with Odenkirk. Odenkirk, seeing Bebop with a stack of coins and no understanding of the rules, was nearly salivating at the chance to have Bebop play. And with Bebop directly in front of the Captain, and Lucinda to his side, the plan was about to take place. Tamsen whispered her soft words, cutting across the deck of the ship into the Captain’s ears. Odenkirk drooped over and fell into a Slumber. As Donovan shouted out a warning to the crew, Lucinda let the platter she was holding in her left hand drop, while her right hand simultaneously unsheathed her blade. The two hands latched on together to the weapon as the blade made contact with the captain’s neck, severing his head in a moment. The sailors were struck numb with terror, having seen Odenkirk killed faster than some of them could even blink. They began to panic, considering their odds if they went for their weapons. Donovan raised his hands in a non-threatening pose. “Relax gentlemen. I’m here to talk to you about employment opportunities.” Donovan began to question the sailors on how much they were being paid for the journey, and how much of that they had received thus far. After learning about the relative pittance they were being paid, Donovan offered to double their fees and increase their advance in exchange for getting the Frosthamar to Alderncross. Donovan finally ended with, “Unless all of you are still loyal to Odenkirk.” One member of the crew responded from the Crow’s Deck by spitting at his corpse. Donovan chuckled briefly, “Good enough. Then, unless some of you want to stay here for some reason, I suggest we make distance from this camp on our way to our destination.” A few hours later, the ship was back on the lack, having left the corpse of the captain behind with the bugbears. One of the sailors named Asghan approached Donovan, “We’d like to know what your plans are with us.” Sitting on the dock of the ship, Donovan responded to him, “I understand your concerns, but we have no issue with any of you on this ship. Odenkirk was a fool, who attempted to change the terms of the deal after it had been agreed upon. He sealed his fate when he did that. But, his actions are not yours, and I’m not planning to punish you for the greed of your former captain. My instructions were simple. Kill Odenkirk and his crew. I killed Odenkirk, and now he has no crew.” Asghan shook his head vigorously, “No, we are not part of Odenkirk’s crew.” Donovan smiled, “Exactly. So, I have fulfilled the instructions that I was given.” Donovan then looked at the sailor intently, “But, you need to understand. I need you to keep quiet on this matter. When you get into town, you need to remember the expression about loose lips and what they sink.” Donovan quickly changed his form into that of the sailor.” The sailor responded, “We don’t feel comfortable in that town.” Donovan returned to his true form, and cursed himself silently. Of course they don’t fit in, they are poor and don’t speak enough Common. Why would I assume that they would be treated as people? “We’ll figure something out, Asghan. But, for now, know that neither I nor my family bear any of you ill will or intend any harm towards you.”, Donovan spoke to the sailor in a calm and reassuring voice. Perhaps the words did end up having some positive effect on the sailors, as no violence occurred on the deck that evening.

The next morning, the ship resumed its heading to Aldencross, and arrived there within a couple of days. Donovan paid the sailors the remaining amount promised, then stepped off the ship with his family. “I’ll figure out how we’re going to manage all this, so stay docked for now.” The sailors nodded, and the family left to explore the town and all it had to offer. Donovan and the others had collected quite a number of trinkets and baubles over the course of the last few months, and Donovan was all too eager to unload these goods and purchase better supplies. Before that could occur, however, a few things had to be wrapped up. First, Tamsen sent Timeon back to Balantyne, with instructions on how he should reingratiate himself back into the local military here. While Timeon did briefly protest, Tamsen was quite effective at getting him to bend to her will. Once he was on his way, the group decided to find the nearest Inn in order to get a bath. The group only found one place of note in the town, and that was the Lord’s Dalliance. The Lord’s Dalliance was apparently at one time a brothel of sorts before the restrictions in the laws allowing prostitution. Since then, it has clearly gone through several redesigns in order to allow for more rooms to be provided. The group stepped into the Inn, taking in the sights and sounds of the establishment. Sizing up the business, Donovan went to the individual who appeared to be the owner, named Bellum Barhold. Donovan smiled and introduced himself to the owner as “Donovan Thorn”. Donovan asked if any rooms were available, and Bellum listed several rooms at different prices. Naturally, Donovan rented out several expensive rooms for him and his family, including the largest room that Bellum offered. Bellum listed an amount for two weeks of rental time, and Donovan countered by making an offer that included several fine bottles of alcohol that he had procured from Odenkirk’s personal stash. Barhold was very pleased with this transaction, actually spending more time trying to understand the motivations of these wealthy travelers. “I’m attempting to establish a merchant trading route in the area.”, Donovan responded when asked what his business was in Aldencross. Bellum thought about what he had learned thus far about the man. “I must say, I’m not familiar with a merchant family by the name of Thorn.” Donovan smiled at his query, “I’m not using my birth name. I want to be judged by my own actions and not by the name I was born to.” “You are quite an impressive young man!”, Bellum responded with approval. “If only more of your kind were in our world.” “Thank you for the compliment, Bellum.”, Donovan replied. “As part of our return to land after all these weeks, I would like to pay for all the drinks over the course of the next few hours. If you could give me an appropriate amount that you think it would cost to facilitate such a thing…” Bellam’s smile grew wide, as he began to go into the detail of the powerful drinking ability of the Dwarves who stayed at the Inn and worked to maintain the Watch Wall. After a while, he finally came around to the number, “I think that would be 20 Gold.” Donovan placed the Gold onto the bar, and smiled weakly. “Now, my good sir, I must retire to the rooms you have provided for us and have a bath. I will be back shortly to celebrate with your fine patrons.” As Donovan and Tamsen walked up the stairs to their room, Bellum made the announcement to all of the patrons that drinks would be on the house for the next couple of hours, and thanked the generous donors who made the event possible. A roar came up from all of the bar, and people began to place their orders.

Tamsen and Donovan entered their room just as the servants finished adding the water into the bath. As the servants departed, Tamsen pulled off her minimal clothing and climbed into the bath. “Come join me, love.”, Tamsen invited Donovan with a devilish grin. Donovan looked back at her, “I don’t think it’s big enough for the two of us. I can wait until you are out.” Tamsen sighed, then began washing the days of travel from her skin. Donovan assisted Tamsen in bathing. As he gingerly touched her back and shoulders, Donovan frowned. “I’m so sorry, my love. I wish you didn’t have to live in a world where you had to hide your wings and tail. This world seems to only accept people who look a certain way and believe a certain way.” Tamsen rolled over in the bathtub, facing Donovan. “I don’t care about how people see me, Donovan. I care about how you see me.” Donovan took Tamsen’s hands, “I love you, Tamsen. You are everything to me. I want the world you live in to see you as I do.” Donovan leaned forward with an intensity that Tamsen rarely saw from him. She leaned against him, her forehead pressed against his as her arms draped around his shoulders. “The way you make me feel Donovan. I have never felt anything like this before.” Donovan smiled at her, their heads still pressed together, “And how exactly do I make you feel, my love?” In a single motion, Tamsen grabbed the back of Donovan’s shirt, then pulled him into the bathtub with her. The bathtub water sloshed around the two of them, as Tamsen’s arms wrapped around Donovan, who was now soaked in his clothes. Donovan laughed, spitting out the water that had gone in his mouth. “I told you we both couldn’t fit in here.” Tamsen kissed Donovan, pulling his clothes off of him. “I don’t care lover. I just want you.” Donovan quickly found himself lost in the embrace of Tamsen; and spent for the first time in what seemed like a very long time, being completely alone with the woman he loved.

When Tamsen and Donovan finally returned from their rooms, the patrons were well into the enjoyment of the free alcohol that had been provided to them. Bebop and Lucius were already moving around the room, engaging the crowd and listening to the conversations that were being had. Bebop was up to his usual antics, attempting to outdrink the Dwarves in order to get the attention of some of their females. After spending some time drinking with them, Bebop reached his limit; but was able to impress the group in some small way. Listening to the different stories, it was hard to make sense what was true and what was self-aggrandized elaboration; but the group knew that any information could be vital to understanding weaknesses in the Watch Wall.

A few hours later, the group began to move through the town, finally selling off the items that they have collected for months. Donovan used his knowledge and skills with mercantile products in order to improve his buying power within the city. Among the many items he purchased for his family, he acquired a single ring. He placed the ring onto Tamsen’s finger. “For you, my love. Perhaps not the ring I would truly wish to give you, but one I hope you can accept for the time being.” Tamsen looked at the ring on her finger, then touched Donovan’s face gently, “A ring for me from you? It’s exactly what I wanted.” Donovan smiled, kissing Tamsen softly on the lips, “We have a long road ahead of us, I always want you to walk it with me.”

Looking up at the Watch Wall just beyond Aldencross, Donovan knew that the next steps of their walk would be a challenge for his family.

Session 7 Ends.
 

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