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DAY 362 (3rd Ches)(March) continued ...

An so, Fenrir left Veddic and Serten at the entrance of the abandoned mine and scouted ahead alone.

Invisible and floating just above the ground he was unobserved by the ankhegs that lurked just inside the entrance. Further in he found various doors and side passages, which he left unexamined, going as deep as he could into the caves.

The final largest cave had several ice salamanders in it. These are dangerous creatures that generate auras of cold. Feeling his skin freeze over he turned back and made his way back to the nearest of the doors he had walked past.

He rattled the handle and found it locked. He then went to the entrance again, wondering if he should not bring in Veddic, but noticed that two dark elf fighters had come from the door behind him and were cautiously walking down the tunnel.

The couldn't see him, so when they got to a T-junction in the tunnel they stood and listened. Fenrir tried to lure then towards where the ankhegs were, but they would come no further. After a while the dark elves turned and walked back to the door they had come out of.

Fenrir sighed and decided to kill the ankhegs first, calling in Veddic to help him. These are dangerous creatures, I still carry the scars from where one had me in its crushing jaws from my earlier days of adventuring, but Fenrir and Veddic are very powerful and while the ankhegs spat their acid at them and they took some damage, Fenrir did not waste any time in blowing them to bits with his eldritch blasts.

Once these creatures were defeated the moved onto a nearby door. Using his ring of Knock,  Fenrir opened the first one and found a bed chamber that had a female prisoner in it. She  cowered behind a bed. He told her the door was open and she could leave if she wanted, but  she was too scared to.

They shut the door and moved on, trying one of the side tunnels. Here they found another door and again, using his ring of Knock, Fenrir opened it. It appeared to be full of  treasure.

'Excuse me!' said a voice behind them. 'That's my stuff.'
They turned to see a ravishing young lady dressed in a fine gown. Fenrir could detect magic from her and wisely realised that he might be seeing someone (or something) that was using magic to change its form.
After some discussion he agreed to leave the treasure alone and to not try and gain access to two other doors she pointed out to him.
Once that was settled she clicked her fingers and vanished.

Not sure what to make of all that, it at least left them with one other door to try. On opening it they surprised four armed hobgoblins. Fenrir killed them all with a single eldritch cone.
Leaving the bodies and whatever may have been in the room they then moved on to the cavern that contained the ice salamanders.

There were three of them, and they were fierce beasts, but Veddic's 'Endure Elements' spell held off the aura and once more Fenrir blew them all to bits with cone, chains and aimed eldritch blasts before they could claw the men up too badly.

They advanced into the cavern and out from the shadows of an alcove appeared Fayder. Fenrir just wanted this guy dead so their was no parleying. Veddic was first to react to seeing
Fayder and landed a 'Flamestrike' spell on him. Staggered, the assassin drew back.

The lady appeared from nowhere again and said, 'I will join the fight on the side of whoever pays me the most.'
Fenrir said, 'If we kill him you can have all his treasure.'
She seemed happy enough with that and stood back to watch.

Fayder was a powerful assassin, but his strength was in stealth and ambush. After a blast from Fenrir he knew the fight was unwinnable and swigged back a potion of 'Gaseous Form'. He then trickled down into a crack in the cave floor.

'Oh no you don't!' said Fenrir as he started blasting down into the cracks, hoping to get the wily assassin by a process of heavy bombardment.
'He could be long gone by now,' pointed out the mysterious lady. 'That crack could go down for hundreds of feet... Or I suppose, no more than five or ten. In which case he is stuck there, then by all means, keep shooting.'

Fenrir shrugged and kept firing his eldritch blasts at the crack, alternating between rays and cones. After a while Veddic joined in, pouring a flask of oil down the crack and then setting
it alight.

'Also consider this,' said the lady. 'If you've already killed him, he's already dead but still in gaseous form. You are just incinerating him further. If he is lodged in a crack five feet down after all then when the spell wears off...which should be around now...'

She was indeed correct, as a moment later a fountain of blood spewed out of the crack, showering the nearby area. Shaking the blood from their clothes and satisfied that the assassin was dead Fenrir and Veddic left the mine, leaving the lady to retrieve the treasure however she could.

They took the other young lady with them, the prisoner from the first room, back with them to Westgate, on Veddic's magic carpet. They dropped off Serten then took her to her families house. Her name was Agnu Terimin, she was the rather plain daughter of a shipowner and merchant called Terro Terimin. He was happy to see her again and rewarded the heroes with 800 gold.

They stayed for dinner, but the merchant did not go into any detail on how his daughter had  ended up in a mine twenty miles from the city.


DAY 363 (4th Ches)(March)

Fenrir returned to work this morning and told his boss Trepplemar that his 'assassin problem' was all taken care of.
'Why was the assassin after you?' she asked.
'Oh, you know, I never asked...' he lied, knowing full well Fayder had come from the Grand Manor after Fenrir had killed Rathol Erlend.
Still, he managed to easily convince Trepplemar that he really was that stupid.

Zeni and Relleme were waiting for him on the roof once he was done. It was a day of scattered showers. The only flier they met was someone leaving the city in the late afternoon.

They intercepted and stopped her. Fenrir recognised her and eventually remembered it was a rogue called Gelly. She was the one that had provided him with the location of the Night Parade.

He asked the usual questions and she told him it was too dangerous for her to leave by the gates. He drew her aside and in whispers she told him that the Night Masks, of which she was a member, was being overrun with vampires and she was getting out while she still could.

Fenrir decided to escort her out the city and gave her his address on Wizard's Cut incase she needed help or wanted to join forces.

At the end of the shift Fenrir could see that Relleme was a bit miffed and when pushed she said, 'Well, by the rules you taught us, everyone we find flying about should be told to land and go through the gates, but there seem to be more exceptions than compliances.'
Fenrir gave her some waffle about sometimes it was better to bend the rules and that he was privy to information that she didn't have. As ever his smooth charm worked and she was content enough for now.

After work Fenrir and Veddic flew out to see Random on the magic carpet. Random gave them a mild telling off. 'Be careful that you are not followed. That carpet is hardly inconspicuous!'

Fenrir was more concerned about all the money that Cavu had put in the bank and that had now mysteriously disappeared.
'Yes, I took it out,' admitted Random. 'But don't worry about it, my old friend, it is in good hands! What do you think is paying for your big house in the city? Certainly not me. It's  coming out of Cavu's fund.'
Fenrir wasn't delighted with that explanation, but accepted it. He went on to tell Random about
killing off Fayder.
'Good that you destroyed the body,' said Random. 'They probably won't bother bringing him back if he's just jam. Cheaper to hire another assassin.'

They then went on to discuss how to get rid of Trepplemar and to get Fenrir in as the head of the magical part of the watch. Random suggested Fenrir work out a way of getting his boss to retire, but as to getting her job he said this:

''
As you know the leader of the watch is a paladin called Just Captain Hammersong.

When Trepplemar retires he will most likely choose from three candidates:

1. Fenrir (or rather - our pal Raziel Lightningrod!)
2. Golad Darkbane - a cleric of Tyr. Decent guy but not too bright
3. Lorak Shaymer - a powerful sorcerer, but rumoured to have Nightmask connections

OK, I'll noble Darkbane, shouldn't be too hard. You go after Shaymer. I happen to know something useful about him. His connection to the Night Masks came to light when it was revealed he was part of a child  slavery operation.
He and his business partner ran an orphanage which was basically a front to sell children to whoever wanted them for whatever purpose. Now, when the whole thing was blown open, Shaymer's business partner (a man called Brundesh) vanished, this was seen as a sign of guilt and Shaymer was able to blame the whole thing on him, saying that he had no idea the venture was anything more than an orphanage, and that he, Shaymer had only been trying to do some good for the city and he had been fooled by Brundesh.
This, as you might expect, is rubbish. Shaymer keeps Brundesh in a dungeon under his house, I have this on good authority. Break in, rescue Brundesh and present him to Hammersong. Easy, no?
''

Finally Fenrir mentioned his encounter with Gelly. Random said this:
'Maybe we can use her, she'd make a decent replacement for Rizole I suppose. She's of the Night Masks though and vampires or not, they are not our friends.'

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DAY 354 (26th Alturiak)(February)

Another day of work for Fenrir in the Air Watch with Zeni Indenor and Relleme Filchbatter.

Old Grannie Stormskuttle entering the city on her broomstick today.
'Getting ointment for my bad back,' she snarled as an explanation.
As the witch flew on her way Relleme said, 'Boss, what about the thing about getting them to land and enter through the gates?'
Fenrir considered this then replied, 'She's a peacekeeper like us. We should help each other out.'

After work Fenrir thought he would sell off all the artwork he had looted from the pirate ship a few days ago.

He'd cut them out of their frames, so when he got to Shalush Myrkeer's shop and talked to their art person (a dwarf lady called Artin) he had to unroll them.

Among others he had:
- Metamorphose de Narcisse
- The Harvesters
- Greko
- Battaglia di San Romano

Artin called in her boss though and Fenrir was told in no uncertain terms;
'We do not accept stolen goods here, sir.'


Fenrir then went to the 'Blind Eye Shop' and after a wink and a nod went to the back room with the shop keeper.
The shop keeper was no art expert though so he sent out for a friend and while they waited Fenrir played cards with him and two of his mates.

Eventually a scruffy man called Lesent arrived and after a good long negotiation Fenrir sold all his stolen artwork for 5000 gold.


DAY 355 (27th Alturiak)(February)


Today Fenrir and the others of the DAW met Nessie Knot, one of the Gulway Witches leaving the city. When asked where she was going, she said she was on her way home.
Fenrir talked to her for a while and tricked her into revealing what was going on with the  witches by pretending he knew more than he did.

Poor Nessie would get into trouble from Grannie Stormskuttle later for revealing to Fenrir that all the runs to and from the city were to do with (here she whispered) *vampire trouble*.
Fenrir then said something along the lines of 'tell Grannie we are on the same side'.

In the evening he flew to the Island and told Random. Random said,
'OH, I know the Gulway Witches all right. They are not my greatest fans. It's nice to know they are up against the vampires as well, but its better to leave them out of our plans. They are busy bodies and I have had past... disagreements... with them.'

Also while on the island Fenrir had Veddic cast a 'Speak with Dead' spell on the corpse of Rizolde. When asked if she wanted to be resurrected the corpse replied,
'It was a miserable life, I want no more of it.'
When asked how Rizolde wanted to be buried or whatever the corpse replied,
'Cast adrift on a burning long boat.'
Random, who was present, shrugged and said, 'We could do you a rowing boat at least.'

And so, in this fashion, the last mortal remains of Rizolde were buried at sea this night, on a ten gold pieces rowboat set alight by three bundles of sticks and a gallon of lamp oil. The currents that moved through the hundred islands took her east, a beacon of light in the darkness that eventually faded.


DAY 356 (28th Alturiak)(February)

Today Fenrir worked in the DAW with Zeni and Relleme.

A card arrived inviting him to the house next door for dinner tomorrow. The lady who lived there was in her thirties and called Uma Taverish.


DAY 357 (29th Alturiak)(February)

Today Fenrir worked in the DAW with Zeni and Relleme.

After work Fenrir went to dinner at the Taverish house. He made polite conversation with  the other guests and when a rather nosy older lady asked him how he made his living he said
'Oh I was an adventurer before. I made some money, now I do good deeds.'
'Is that a Sword Coast accent I detect?' she asked.
Fenrir admitted it was and that he was from Waterdeep.
'Lightningrod? I know one or two of the big families there, but I've never heard that one.'
'Oh, we have had some family trouble,' replied Fenrir, giving an answer to a question she hadn't asked.

I doubt that Fenrir was all that troubled that one day soon his alias of Raziel Lightningrod was going to get found out. His reputation in Waterdeep was well known everywhere and it had a habit of following him.


DAY 358  (29th Alturiak)(February)

Today Fenrir worked in the DAW with Zeni and Relleme.


DAY 359  (30th Alturiak)(February)

Today Fenrir worked in the DAW with Zeni and Relleme.


DAY 360 (1st Ches)(March)

This morning, while getting ready for work Fenrir saw Rizolde in the mirror over his shoulder. He turned but she was not there. The mirror fell to the floor and shattered.

It was raining today, but this did not hide a very strange sight the three members of the DAW saw in the afternoon.

A man (his name was Devon Von Strone, a powerful sorcerer) was flying through the sky sat in an armchair which was in turn sat on a gaint banana. He was using a large umbrella to shelter from the drizzle.
'How can I help?' he said when Fenrir stopped him.
At first Fenrir was confused at how a giant banana could fly.
'It's an illusion, dear boy,' said the sorcerer, who then waved his hand making the banana turn into a giant pocket watch.
'I don't care,' sighed Fenrir. 'Just please leave the city by the gates instead of this spectacle.' Von Strone was not happy about it, but he was a law abiding sort of fellow and did so.

In the evening Fenrir was pleased to see that his housekeeper had left a chapbook on his card tray.
It's front page covered the story of the DAW 'rescuing the city from a giant Arrowhawk attack.'
The story was mainly made up, but the writer Modrick Templeman, but Fenrir didn't mind as it made him out to be a hero.


DAY 361 (2nd Ches)(March)

And so today Fenrir felt that Zeni and Relleme were as ready as they were ever going to be (i.e. not very!) and left them to fly the air patrol over Westgate.

He was a seasoned veteran of a hundred combats and realised well enough they would be of little use against anyone that put up even a bit of a fight, let alone anything as formidable as an arrowhawk. Still, that wasn't his problem today.

With Veddic and Serten (the druid they were borrowing from the ground based watch) they set off for Ferbone, using Veddic's flying carpet.

They landed on the village green and caused quite a stir. 'The Duck Detective is back!' cried the children in joy a they crowded the carpet.

They didn't stay long though. It took Serten a while to find Nexelmode's cave, but after flying around a bit over Cherbon forest they landed and approached her lair.

They were attacked by three shambling mounds, the same sort of monsters that had bitten off Harvel's left foot, but these ones were easily dealt with. Even Serfen helped by summoning up a crocodile. Good fellow!

Mr Rattles met them at the cave entrance and led them in. Nexelmode was with the other two witches of her coven. Fenrir laid on the charm and got her to give up the location of the pixie glade. There were a few goblins skulking around but they didn't cause any bother.

Serfen found it easier to follow Nexelmode's directions on foot so they continued in this fashion, heading south east and made camp as night arrived.

They set a watch, but were not disturbed.


DAY 362 (3rd Ches)(March)


Within the first hour of setting off they encountered a young copper dragon. These creatures are tricky customers and might attack someone if they don't play along with their jokes and stories.

Fenrir smoothed it all over and even Veddic mumbled a few jokes. Luckily Arahel wasn't their to throw a spanner in the works. After half an hour or so the dragon bid them good day and flew off.

After a few more hours of Serten leading them through the forest they encountered a pixie. He tried to warn them away, but after Fenrir insisting to be allowed access to the area the pixie relented and led them to an ancient abandoned mine.
'There are bad men in there, so take care!' warned the pixie.

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DAY 353 (25th Alturiak)(February)

There was a full on blizzard today, the last gasp of winter before spring arrived. This meant that there was no flying and so Fenrir snuck off to search for a guide to take him to Nexelmode. With Arahel dead and not coming back he had need of a ranger or druid.

He remembered that one of his neighbours when he lived in the cottage outside the west wall ran a sort of informal mercenary guild. His name was Thessar and he was in when Fenrir called.
'Ahh, my rowdy neightbour! Still alive I see!'
Although the greeting was friendly, he did not have anyone on his books that would be of any use to Fenrir, but he did say. 'What about just going to Ferbone and getting someone there? Or see if you can swing it as a watch mission and borrow a scout from them. You can charm the gold teeth out of a gypsy after all.'

Fenrir realised Thessar was right and went to talk to Trepplemar. He turned on the charm and she agreed to lend him a young druid called Serten Kardelor.
'Train up your recruits first though,' she said. 'So that they can cover for you while you are gone.'

Fenrir agreed and went back to the watchtower to distribute his wisdom to Zeni and Relleme. He got the feeling that Zeni, a half orc, didn't really care about the watch much, she had her own secret reasons, just as Fenrir himself did, for being there.
Relleme on the other hand was a good natured and lawful soul, genuinely doing what she saw as her civic duty. As a result, he didn't mention all the bribe taking that Dressdelle had taught him.

After work he took them back to his mansion-house again. Later in the evening though, they were interrupted by the maid screaming and dropping a tray.
'I saw a ghostly apparition!' she sobbed, when asked. 'It was a rough looking street girl! She had a dagger in her chest and she was covered in blood.'

Fenrir realised that this must have been the ghost of poor Rizolde, recently murdered by Fayder. If there was a ghost about the place he needed Veddic. For a moment or two he tried to remember what he had done with Rizolde's body (he'd been dealing with a lot of bodies recently) and then it dawned on him it was still stuffed into his Bag of Holding!
That wasn't going to help.

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DAY 350 (23rd Alturiak)(February) cont...

While Fenrir worked, Veddic got the guards of the house on Wizard's Cut arranged.

He hired:
15 swordsmen
2 sergeants
2 rogues
1 wizard

The fee was negotiated down to a whopping 210 gold a day.

Random grudgingly agreed to pay it for the foreseeable future and also allowed a budget of 50,000 gold for traps.

Fenrir had a new start at work today, a young half-orc maid called Zeni Indenor, a sorceress whose main qualification for the job was that she own a Broom of Flying.

Her first day was windy, so they didn't do much flying, but the did bump into Grannie Stormskuttle as
she left the city.
'Why are you still not going through the gates like I asked you?' chided Fenrir.
'Oh, its like that is it?', she replied tartly. 'Tell me, have you conducted all your business back in my valley? Oh, on an unrelated note I heard that Castle Dread got attacked. It's a den of thieves right enough, but things like this happening are of interest to me. Have you heard about it?'
'Be on your way,' growled Fenrir, motioning the old busy body to depart his city.

'Is this how it is?, asked Zeni. 'I heard Dressdelle was quite corrupt and took bribes.'
Fenrir shrugged. 'Maybe she did.'

After work he returned to Spectre Island and talked to Random. Among other things, Fenrir learned that the ship he had attacked was called "The Uncultured Strumpet" and luckily they were an independent outfit. It looked like this particular episode might not leave any loose strings after all.
Random also said he would try and find the merchant that Fenrir rescued.

They also discussed the situation with Fayder. Fenrir was determined to get rid of this nuisance and they talked at length. When Fenrir told him the strange song that Fayder had sung at the eatery and the lyrics written in his hallway in blood Random said;
'Oh you know, that rings a bell. I've a feeling I know where his hide out is! Those words are from the songs of Pixies. Everyone knows these songs in Westgate, they've been around for years, but a few people know where they originate from. They are said to live in part of the southern forest of Cherborn. Go and ask Nexelmode for the location as she'll surely know it.'

Later that evening Fenrir flew back to his house on the Wizard's Cut.


DAY 352 (24th Alturiak)(February)

Today Veddic resurrected the last of the servants. Later Fenrir would work his charm to convince them that being murdered in his house was definitely a one off and that they should stay.

At work Fenrir met Zeni again and they also gained another person - Relleme, a gnomish lady who flew on the back of a giant celestial bee called Honey. She was a monk, not ideally suited to aerial combat, but the DAW just had to take what they could get.

So it was her very first day on the job then, that the DAW had one of their most spectacular fights over the city. An Elder Arrowhawk, for some unknown reason, decided to start eating the guards on the wall so Fenrir, Zeni and Relleme flew out to fight it. Fenrir did most of the work, as the Arrowhawk zapped him with its electrical rays, the warlock returned fire with his eldritch blast until the monster was slain, tumbling down from the sky and landing in someone's back garden on Gromit Street.

That evening Fenrir invited the ladies back to his house, charming as always, showing off his plush new residence and generally being a good host.

I should imagine the Relleme was all rather stunned by the day on the whole as she had only joined the watch three weeks earlier on a whim.

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[Rollo here. Continuing the tale of Fenrir's attack "The Uncultured Strumpet" as told to me by a salty sea dog of my acquaintance.]

DAY 347 (20th Alturiak)(February) cont ...

''
Well, when next my boy Cooper fired his ballista - it hit! The demon howled in pain, a blood curdling shriek fit to wake the dead. But yet, it lived! It turned its devil magic on Cooper and his mate.
As the ballista was destroyed by the green fire, Cooped jumped over the side into the sea. The lad can swim like an otter.
He says that he swam some ways out and watched the rest of the battle from out in the darkness. It went silent after everyone on deck had been slaughtered. The demon then landed on the ship and went inside.
Cooper says he heard the occasional scream as the monster went from room to room, killing any that he found.
Still, Cooper says he saw a boat being rowed away later, by the merchant captain, who by all accounts took his daughters to safety back in Westgate, so perhaps the demon was not all bad?
Cooper also told me that the "Strumpet" was fit to burst with treasure, Cap'n Knackers had a chest full of gold coins and it now must surely be in the possession of the demon.
... and one last thing my lord. They do say that the new leader of the Flying Bastards (that's the Day Air Watch in case you don't know my lord) flies on bat like winds and kills his enemies with blasts of green fire. There are some that say it was none other than he that slaughtered the crew of the Strumpet. Whisper it though, my lord, they say that one time he slaughtered everyone in a restaurant because the waiter brought him a plate of cold soup! So who knows what else he is capable of?
A cove not to be trifled with...
''

[Rollo here. And now returning to the story as narrated by me.]

Well, from what I gather, initially Random, back on Spectre Island was a little bit worried about Fenrir killing everyone on the "Strumpet".

'You were in disguise right? But what was the point really? It was dark, you were flying about on your bat wings shooting off blasts of green magic. So basically anyone that has ever looked up in the sky of Westgate will know it was you. We have no idea who you have just pissed off. That was what you were meant to find out! It could have been one of the Pirate Kings for all we know, lets just pray it was an independent operator.'

Random sighed. 'Well, anyway, we can sell the ship and make some coin at least. Take this message to Captain Gabro on "The Juicy Melon" in Westgate Docks. He'll arrange its disposal.


DAY 348 (21st Alturiak)(February)

Fenrir did a days work in the Air Watch today.

After work he arranged the sale of the "Strumpet" and reported back to Random.
Random also told him, 'I've laid a trap for Fayder. Let's hope it works.'

That evening Fenrir also went to see Morne Mardo, the banker that Cavu had arranged for him. He gave the name "Corum" and the password "Burnt Cakes" (as had been arranged in the  letter from ages ago), but was told;
'Ah yes. You are not the first to give that name and password. A young man was here a week or so ago and emptied the account.'
'Oh really?' said Fenrir. 'How much was in it?'
'A fair sum, right enough. 250,000 gold.'
Fenrir's mouth hung open!

In a full rage he immediately flew back to the island fully (and rightly) suspecting that the quarter million was now in Random's possession. Random was not there though
(he was arrange the sale of the "Strumpet") and so Fenrir left a message with Veddic and  flew back home.

He spent the rest of the night sulking in his library wondering why he had never got round to going to the bank and emptying it before Random had got his thieving mitts on all the lovely gold!


DAY 349 (22nd Alturiak)(February)

At about four in the morning Fenrir was woken by one of the servant girls screaming down in the hallway.

One of the other servants lay dead and on the wall, in blood, was written:

''
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
''

'Go wake the house,' ordered Fenrir and the girl scuttled off into the servant quarters.
He then stood and waited. Then waited a bit longer...
Then waited a bit longer...
Then sighed and went into the servant quarters. In each of their rooms he found a dead body. Jasper Pen, the old man, his wife and son, and the others that Pen had hired. Even the girl he had just sent to wake the house now lay dead in her room.
He also found an open window, looking out over the back garden area.

Fenrir locked up the house, flew to Spectre Island and explained the situation to Random.
'What?' gasped Random. 'What about your guards? What happened to all of them?'
'Guards?'
'You didn't hire any guards?'
'Never mind giving me another telling off, what the hell do I do?'
'Well, either hide the bodies or report it to the Watch. Or you could resurrect them all I suppose.'
'I'll get Veddic to rez them all then.'
'Good,' replied Random. 'You may also want to go to Fayder's address. Rizolde was meant to spring the trap there, but it may have gone wrong.'

Fenrir woke up Veddic and told him to start preparing for the resurrections. 
'It will be a costly business, Fenrir young chap,' said Veddic. 'Seven resurrections will not be cheap, that's a lot of crushed diamond.'
'Just four,' said Fenrir grimly. 'I've other plans for the old couple and their son.'

Fenrir then flew back to his house, stuffed the bodies of his three horrible servants in his Bag of Holding and flew out to sea. He then took grim satisfaction from tossing them down into the dark waves one by one. For the record their names were Frek Dordo, his wife Greda and their son Bulward.

He then got a couple of hours sleep before reporting for work.

In the morning Veddic resurrected Jasper Penn and the serving girl (whose name was Kit Lodestone). He then approached the Mercenaries' Guild and hired an assortment of swordsmen, a couple of rogues and a low-ish level wizard.

In the evening Fenrir swung past the address that Random had given him. In the seedy back-alley  flat where Fayder had been hiding he found the dead body of Rizolde, spread eagle on the bare floorboards with her pact blade buried deep in her chest.

He shoved the corpse, blade and all, into his Bag of Holding, its primary purpose apparently now that of a hearse.

DAY 350 (23rd Alturiak)(February)

Fenrir was called into the chambers of Trepplemar the Magnificent when he went to work this morning.

She had got wind of 'some sort of new operation going on in the 100 islands'.

Fenrir admitted that he knew about the island already and told her they were just 'refugees'. He told her enough of the truth to keep her happy and lied about the rest.
'Well as long as its not more bloody pirates. Remember, young man, it is part of the Day Air Watches remit to keep an eye out for long range threats to the city. Whatever is going on with this island  of yours is worth watching.'

Fenrir agreed and the conversation moved on. He gently moved her on to the subject of her own retirement. On the subject of Fenrir being her possible replacement she said;

'It's not about power, I can see you are powerful. It's about responsibility. You are obviously a loose cannon. Chaos surrounds you. You need to be more attentive in order to run an organisation of magic users. It's not easy. I could see it exploding in your face.'

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DAY 347 (20th Alturiak)(February) cont ...

[Rollo here. The rest of Fenrir's attack on the "The Uncultured Strumpet" I learned from a salty sea dog of my acquaintance.]

''
Ahh-Harrr! Thank ye kindly my lord, there is nothing I like more than a mug of grog! Well anywhere, where was I? Oh aye, the lad Cooper, young Cooper, that's right. A fine young man, such a shame he fell in with that bad lot on the "Strumpet". Mebbie it was just as well it was attacked by that  demon, or whatever it was.
Aye, so my young mate Cooper was getting drunk with the others on deck. He didn't like that some of the others were flogging a merchant captain who was tied to the main mast and a couple of others were debauching his daughters, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
He was on the other side of the deck when the demon started attacking one of the other pirates in one of the forward lockers. The pirate had taken one of the wenches in there to do what pirates do to wenches, but he was attacked by an invisible force and thrown out the window. Me mate called this pirate Mr Plums, he was one of the midshipmen. Well, he lands in the water, then an invisible thing lands in the water beside him.

Well, Mr Plums maybe saw this, but nobody else did. The others went to throw him a rope, but then all hell broke loose. Me mate Cooper says a dark figure, shrouded in a cape of leathery wings was flying around in the rigging, blasting the pirates in waves of green fire that literly melted the flesh from their bones!

Cooper is a brave lad though, and he ran to one of the ballistas, of which they had four on the deck, and with some of the others began to load them.

Another pirate called Mr Spotty had a Wand of Silence which he used on the demon, but it did nothing to halt the attack. The Captain himself, evil old Cap'n Knackers had a Wand of Magic Missile and managed to hit the demon with it a few times before he was killed.

Brave Cooper fired the Ballista - and missed! He must have cursed his luck because it was an easy shot that he had thought impossible to miss, but the demon was protected by some sinister shimmering magic as well as everything else.

Cooper and one of his pals reloaded their ballista again. More bolts were shot from the other weapons but they all missed as well. The demon continued to sweep the deck of pirates, killing them like flies as more came up from the hold to join the battle. It was carnage.

Why thank you my lord. More grog! Arr!
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