DAY 379 (17th Ches)(March)
Fenrir flew again with the Day Air Watch. There was light rain so he, Zeni and Relleme mainly stuck to the towers on the wall.
Two werebats attempted to cross out of the city, but Fenrir took them down with some long range eldritch blasts. He didn't bother to check the bodies when they fell down into the streets below.
In the evening he went around the city gathering information about the names on the list he had been given.
Tonight he found out:
Godran Nike - an art collector, known to be a good sort. Owned a small shop.
Erinod Bale - a baker. Known to be a contemptible swine and rumoured to be a member of a death cult.
Nora Crutty - a candlestick maker. She was in her 40's, widowed with two children.
DAY 380 (18th Ches)(March)
Lanar Fodin - a private investigator. She used to be a member of the watch. Known to have connections to the Night Masks.
At three in the morning Fenrir returned home and had a couple of hours sleep before going back to work.
His day in the Air Watch was uneventful and after work he found out what he could about the last name on his list:
Krum the Barbarian - who was an entertainer of sorts, earning his living at the small permanent fare at the docks as a strong man and occasional pugilist.
Fenrir had planned for an early night, but he was delayed a little by a problem with the staff. Jasper, his housekeeper, told him that the cook thought that Gelly had stolen some valuable crockery from the kitchen.
He went and talked to Gelly, but she denied everything, saying she was just lying low for a while and wanted no trouble.
'Cook has got it in for me!' cried Gelly. 'She's a total cow! I've got much more important matters to worry about, as well you know!'
'Just smooth it over with her will you?' asked Fenrir.
'Oh. I'll smooth her over all right,' growled Gelly cracking her knuckles.
Fenrir went to bed, wondering if all this time in the watch was turning him into some kind of lawman.
DAY 381 (19th Ches)(March)
Fenrir had another uneventful day at work today in the Air Watch with Zeni and Relleme.
In the evening he had a vague idea of getting Erinod Bale, the baker, killed in some kind of mob attack. He asked around a bit and discovered that in the city, a year or so ago, there was a big scare about necromancy cults and that followers of Kelemvor, the god of death, were persecuted and thrown out of the city.
These days, being a follower of Kelemvor in Westgate could get you killed. Veddic had a vague idea that the god's symbol was a set of scales.
DAY 382 (20th Ches)(March)
Fenrir had another uneventful day at work today in the Air Watch with Zeni and Relleme.
In the evening Fenrir bought some clerical vestments and went down to the docks where there was a street that was used by speakers or holy men that wanted to talk to the masses.
He attempted to rile up the crowds against Kelemvor, and while he was very good at telling a story and came across well to those that were listening, he lacked the skills in performance to really project over the throngs of people and over the voices of all the other speakers. In the end he only really won over a dozen people.
Fenrir told them to come back the next day, and went and purchased a big barrel of beer and some bottles of spirits. He then flew over to the island to get some tips from Random, who was a bard, on how to win over crowds.
Random said, 'Well that would take a lot of practice, it's not something that comes quickly to most folks. Besides I see a flaw in this plan, the place you are speaking in at the docks and this baker's shop are in different wards. You'd have to cross a watch post along Silverpiece Way. They'd stop an angry mob, or at least try to.'
They discussed finding a mad man to carry out the murder, but again Random's advice shot down that plan.
'Fenrir, old pal, old fruit, old bean, why involve a random and volatile accomplice? You are fully equipped to carry out this murder yourself!'
Fenrir had to admit he agreed. Back at his house he stashed the booze in his cellar. The plan had been to get his rabble drunk, but he wouldn't need it now.
Before retiring for the night he talked to Gelly who told him that everything was fine with cook now. She said this with a wicked glint in her eye though so Fenrir went to talk to cook.
'Oh, she's a lovely girl really...' said cook with a tremor in her voice, '...but when is she leaving?'
DAY 383 (21st Ches)(March)
Fenrir had another uneventful day at work today in the Air Watch with Zeni and Relleme.
Tonight Fenrir decided it was time to get the ghost out of his house and in order to facilitate that, Erinod Bale the baker had to die.
He went to the baker's shop, flying and invisible and as a customer left the place he snuck in through the front door. Bale was there with two men that he seemed to be friendly with. They were chatting about local gossip as Bale served the occasional customer.
One of the customer's came in with a cat and it nearly sniffed Fenrir out, but he managed to stay hidden until the shop was closed up around ten at night.
A short time after that three more men arrived, wearing black hooded cloaks and Bale locked up the shop.
DAY 384 (22nd Ches)(March)
That night down in the cellar, Bale, his two associates (a younger man and a much older man) along with a Paladin of Kelemvor and a man and a woman of an aristocratic bearing began a ritual to honour Kelemvor the god of death.
Fenrir was content to watch at first, as he lurked at the back of the small shrine, but then the paladin turned around and said, 'I can sense you. Who are you?'
Fenrir then decided to end it there, rather than parley and bathed them all in a cone of eldritch energy. Everyone except the Paladin died in screaming agony as the demonic fire consumed them. The Paladin then tried to cast a spell to protect himself, but Fenrir got him with the next blast.
He then chopped up the corpses and burnt them, then after he had cleaned himself up and as he left, set fire to the shop for good measure!
Now, dear reader, you may or may not know much about Kelemvor, and Fenrir knew nothing at all it is safe to say. Despite what the people of Westgate generally thought, his followers were not a cult of evil necromancers, but were in fact quite the contrary. They wanted the dead to stay dead and hunted
out necromancers and the undead to lay them to rest.
So, Fenrir, thinking he was wiping out a den of evil actually (as best as I can discern) killed an admittedly horrible baker, his friends, two nobles and a goodly paladin! This act of wanton murder would not sit easily on his soul, which was probably exactly what the demons wanted.
DAY 385 (23rd Ches)(March)
That fire burned all night and much of the next day, taking the houses on either side with it. No one else was killed though.
After work that day Fenrir went to talk to Trepplemar and they discussed his notions of recruiting more members to the Day Air Watch. She told him to go ahead.
That night, when he was in bed the ghost of Risolde appeared to him to commend him on a job well done and bid him farewell. As she left she pointed to a little figure of a quasit on his dresser that was his reward.
He could tell it was magical in some way.
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