Saturday, 23 March 2019

(G385 16/03/2019 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA58

(G385 16/03/2019 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA58

Well, dear reader, after all the excitement of the dungeon under Shaymer's house I went off and did my own thing (see main journal entries) but I will here relate what I know of Fenrir's activities over the next wee while.

DAY 420 (27th Tarsakh)(April)

Fenrir arranged the delivery of Brundesh to the doors of court house. Brundesh had a letter tied around is neck explaining who he was, that he had been rescued by some kind adventurer and that Shaymer was to blame for everything.

From that moment on, things started moving pretty quickly, the strings all being pulled by Random somewhere in the background I have no doubt. I was told later that an hour passed before Hammersong was appraised of the situation and the wheels of Fenrir's promotion were put in motion.

After that Fenrir spent the day as the leader of the DAW. All the Air Watch were present: Relleme, Nors, Marrock, Oloe and Surkan.

Today they were surprised to see a giant skull float above the city and make its way to the west wall.
As they got closer they saw that there was a lady gnome peaking out at them from the left eye-socket.

She was called Ruby Planeswalker and although a bit nasty she was prepared to pay 50 gold for a 'license to fly a giant skull over the city; valid for the next three months' and be on her way.

The evening Fenrir continued his quest to find a 'good lady'. Or one good enough to hang on his arm as he became the darling of the Westgate ball circuit.

He called on Lady Gwendeth Thalavar and she showed him some portraits, but none of the ladies presented tickled his fancy. She told him that the next debutante's ball would be in six days.

When he got back home he organised a tailor with Jasper and had Veddic check him over for any 'complications' that may have arisen in the Underdark.


DAY 421 (28th Tarsakh)(April)

Today, prompted by the fact that she suddenly came into a very large inheritance (something that I am sure Random arranged, but I have no proof of) Trepplemar handed in her notice as the head of the magical arm of the Westgate watch.

Later on Fenrir was summoned to meet Hammersong. The dwarf paladin may not have had Fenrir as his first choice, but in reality Fenrir was his ONLY choice.

Golad Darkbane was suddenly embroiled in the 'Flying helmet, celery and egg-whisk' scandal, while Lorak Shaymer was highly compromised by the sudden appearance of a man that he had sworn was dead.

They talked for a while and Fenrir laid on the charm. Finally Hammersong said;

''
I'm not sure about you. If I could persuade Eyesmile to take charge I would have him, but he will never do it. Says he's not a leader, which might be right. I'll be watching you, laddie. I know who you are.
I don't know why you want to do this job, I suppose you have your reasons, I've got enough problems without trying to figure out whatever madness is driving you. I think you'll get bored anyway. Its a prestigious appointment in the watch, but the job is mainly paperwork and meetings. I suppose we'll see.
''

He went on to say;
''
Shaymer says it's you behind the whole Brundesh thing. I've no idea at the moment, but I'm
sure we'll get to the bottom of it one way or the other.
''

After that Fenrir went to see Trepplemar at the south wall Watch Tower. She started giving him the run down on her job.

For the benefit of future readers of this journal here is a run down of the organisation he was now to head:

    The Day Air Watch, - 5 members (Relleme et al)

    The Night Air Watch, - 3 members

    The Tome Frogs (Day Watch Wizard Axillaries) - 15 members

    The Night Frogs (Night Watch Wizard Axillaries) - 8 members

    The Crying Eye (Magical Scrying) - 2 members

    The Fingers (Magical Stealth) - ? members

    The Riders (Village Marshall Support) - 4 members

    The Underwatch - 4 members, under city patrol


DAY 422 (29th Tarsakh)(April)

Fenrir spent the day in Trepplemar's office going over his new job. She had a secretary called Lia Dale who would stay on for a while, long enough for Fenrir to get to grips with the role anyway.

Today I happened to be at Fenrir's house, it is a nice place to stop for lunch during a shopping trip and I stumbled in on Veddic while he was engrossed in a Sending session. I can't say exactly he was up to, but from the mumbled words I heard, and with some guess work I should imagine he was filling his boss in on current events. His boss being Jamella Dotrok, the Eternal Flame of Kossuth of Waterdeep.

I don't know all that much about Kossuth, but I do know that Veddic was happy after the conversation because he had been elevated to 'Burning Serpent Terrace'. Now, a suspicious mind might think that if this was the case then he had told her a lot that she liked the sound of. I can only speculate, but I would not be surprised if she knows everything that
Veddic knows. I wonder if Fenrir is aware of this? Do I actually care? Does Fenrir? I mean, if Veddic tells Jamella Dotrok everything, then devious bastards like Random will have worked that out and probably told Cavu. Cavu in turn will have told Gertrude. Now that I think of it then, Gertrude and Jamella must be in cahoots then. I bet you they are as thick as thieves and have got it all worked out.
Nobody tells me bloody anything though, that's for sure, I have to work it all out for myself!

Anyway, before I blow out the candle, one last thing. Fenrir came in late tonight having spent the evening going around all the posh taverns and such asking about eligible young ladies.
'Old Gwendeth was holding out on me!' he reported. 'She's a grand-niece or something or other called Thistle Thalavar. Only 22 and a real beauty apparently. Some ship's captain called Tystran Dauntinghorn is courting her, but that won't stop me. Hopefully I won't need to keep borrowing your wife much longer old boy! Ha-ha-ha!'

Bloody Warlocks.

DAY 423 (30th Tarsakh)(April)

I gather that Fenrir spent the whole day with Trepplemar today.


DAY 424 (Greengrass)(April)

Fenrir's first day on the job.
He initially went to talk to Hammersong about more funding for the 'Watch Wizards' but was told that the watch as a whole barely broke even so there was no more money to be had.

In the evening, over a game of cards with me, Lavinia and Veddic he floated the idea of a "policeman's ball" to raise funds.
He admitted though that when he had talked to Lady Gwendeth Thalavar about it she told him that fund raiser charity events were just not a thing in Westgate. All alms giving was handled through the temples and they'd probably not be all that happy about it going anywhere else.


DAY 425 (1st Mirtul)(May)

On his second day on the job Fenrir thought about introducing a 'Magic User License' for the city, something along the lines of 5 gold a month.
Or, he suggested, 10 gold to bypass being part of a 'Detect Magic Squad.'

Now, this idea would not make him any friends, but it is not so outlandish. As I pointed out to him, most city watches started with rich men with expensive arms and weapons volunteering to patrol the walls and gates. After that they would then pay for 'deputies' to stand in for them.
Most cities have an already existing statute somewhere along the lines of 'every citizen must spend a portion of their time standing in defence of the city' or some such.

When he took the idea to Hammersong the paladin said it was a possibility, but that it would take at least a month to make it into the court for consideration.

Another item on Fenrir's agenda was who would replace him as head of the DAW. Relleme was his only really choice, but he wisely instructed Veddic to help them out when he could.

Fenrir was summoned to Spectre Island tonight. He was gone a good while and I think him and Random are cooking up some plan whereby Random takes Fenrir's place for a while (under an illusion) and Fenrir goes off to investigate the FAMP.

FAMP = Failed Alternative Material Plane by the way, the portal to which he found a while ago, south of the city of Bonespur in the Plane of Shadows. Fenrir seemed to like this idea as it would involve Random doing all the complicated thinking work of how to get rid of Hammersong and Fenrir could do what he did best, namely, 'blasting monsters to pieces and taking their treasure'.


DAY 426 (2nd Mirtul)(May)

After his third day on the job Fenrir took my wife out to a debutante's ball. (Bloody Warlocks!). I don't think he is turning Lavinia's head, but he has a lot of charm magic about him, so who knows?

Anyway, at the ball Fenrir bumped into 'the bastard of Cormaeril' - the young chap who was responsible for shooting up Fenrir's cottage with ballista bolts a few months ago.
Apparently they had a heated exchange and a duel was arranged for the following day. Noon at the park west of the Spitting Cockatrice.

He also met Thistle Thalavar. She was very pretty and very clever. She was astute too and had heard of Fenrir. His charm has less power when the target is forewarned so after some polite chat he moved on.

He settled on a courtier in the house of Malavhan called Werren. She was an elf, over a hundred (young for an elf though) and reasonably pretty. She jumped at the chance to be seen on Fenrir's arm, a step up for her and Fenrir reasoned that she would do for the time being.

Perhaps now I'll get my wife back?

(G384 09/03/2019 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA57

(G384 09/03/2019 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA57

DAY 419 (26th Tarsakh)(April) cont ...

Down in this sub-sub-basement of Shaymer's pretty decent dungeon we next came across a room with a plinth in the middle of it. On the plinth was a skull with glowing eyes.

It spoke: 'Why are you here? You are wrecking the place! You've been messing up all my experiments!'
'We are here to fetch Brundesh,' said Fenrir, meaning the prisoner we were here to rescue.
'Hum?' replied the skull. 'Well you can't have him. Shaymer said I could have him!'
'Well, er, he lied! The guys upstairs said we were to take him, its fine.'
'Wait a minute...'

A man came to a door in the western wall. If Fenrir had not maybe worked it out, I had, it was him that had been talking through the skull.
He was a man in his mid-fifties, dressed like a wizard. He said his name was Debman.

After some more chit-chat, Fenrir with his powers of persuasion working overtime negotiated Brundesh's release. Debman called through the door along the corridor and a hulking flesh golem called Fudstix arrived dragging a ragged old man with him.

The next problem was, though, that this old man was evidently crazy and would not identify himself. It was at this point we realised none of us knew what Brundesh looked like.
Veddic used a Sending Spell to talk to Random and reported back;
'Brundesh is a tall thin man, white curly hair, but balding. In his sixties.
Wore reading glasses on occasion.'
The old man that we had been presented with met the description apart from the glasses.

None-the-less, Fenrir was suspicious and decided to fight it out after all.
Debman ran off down the corridor and went through another door. Fudstix rampaged towards us, killing Brundesh as he came, with a single swipe to the head.

Fudstix was a tough opponent. I sent in more crocodiles to hold him back a bit while Veddic took swipes with his chain. Fenrir's eldritch blasts had no effect on the monster so he tried bluffing it to go away, and while it did confuse it, it kept attacking.

Debman threw a stone down the corridor that had a Symbol of Weakness etched on it that only really effected me, so I moved back a bit. In return we hit Fudstix with fire based spells, that didn't harm him, but did slow him down. Enough that eventually my crocodiles got the better of him. As he went down he exploded!
It was a big enough blast to destroy all my crocs, but we were far enough back to be left unscathed.

Fenrir shot at the Symbol until it was destroyed and we advanced up the corridor a bit. Debman asked for a parley and we accepted. He sent another man, who looked very similar to the first one we were given, down the corridor.
We went back to the skull room and tried to talk to this new old man, but he was just as crazy as the other one and shoved the food we gave him up his nose.
We discussed the situation for a while and eventually it was agreed that we most likely had some kind of clone of Brundesh on our hands.

Fenrir went back to talk to Debman. He pretended to 'accidentally' fire off a Sleep incantation at Debman. If failed to land and Debman 'accidentally' shot off a Baleful Polymorph at Fenrir. It too also failed to land.

After eyeing each other up for a while, Fenrir said, 'you gave us a clone.'
'Maybe,' replied Debman and closed the door again.

Well after that Veddic cast Wind Walk on all of us and we just wafted out of there and away into the night, all the way back to Spectre Island.

Fenrir admitted to Random that we probably had a clone and not the real Brundesh, but Random accepted this saying, 'well, even a clone will suit our purposes.'

After all that hijinx it was good to get to my bed. I've got a really big bruise on my shoulder where that Minotaur hit me.

(G383 02/03/2019 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA56

(G383 02/03/2019 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA56

While me and Veddic waited in the pub, Fenrir explored Lorak Shaymer's wine cellar. Besides containing a lot of wine there was a locked and magical door. Fenrir stood well back and used his ring of Knock.
A sheet of flame shot out beside the door harmlessly and Fenrir entered, finding more steps leading down.

He came into a series of dungeon rooms and using his very useful new Sleep invocation sent to sleep a 'chainy thing' (it was a Chain Devil I think), a Black Pudding and four 'tentacly things.' (They were Otyughs)

Things were getting a bit much for him though so he (magically) told me and Veddic to come and join him. Veddic hit upon an idea and purchased some sheets from the landlord. We then cut out the eyes and with the aid of his Wind Walk spell turned into misty 'ghosts.'

We startled a maid on the way in through a window, who went off screaming 'My lord! My Lord!, but other than that we made our way to join Fenrir unmolested.

Well, Fenrir was a bit mean to me I think as he sent me down this corridor where there were four Minotaur Constructs. It was a bit of a running battle and I got battered by one of their axes which left a nasty bruise. I summoned crocodiles though and let them do my fighting for me. They were immune to Sleep so they had to be defeated properly.

After them, in a big room at the end of the corridor we battled another big tentacle thing. Now this is just a guess, but I think it may have been an Aboleth that had by some means become capable of moving around on land.

Well, it tried to dominate us, but our stern wills were too powerful for it and it ended up in a smoking ruined heap the same as everything else.

The chamber we were in was a dead end so we retraced our steps and found some more stairs that led further down into the dungeon. There was a door and water trap, but once again Fenrir's ring of Knock saved the day.

(G382 16/02/2019 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA55

(G382 16/02/2019 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA55

DAY 417 (24th Tarsakh)(April) cont ...

So Random sent Fenrir and Lavinia straight to a debutante ball at Lady Gwendeth Thalavar's mansion. All part of the plan apparently, he even had a dress for her. Hmmm...

When she returned Lavinia told me that it was an opulent affair, several dozens of the finest and richest of the city being in attendance. She also told me that Fenrir repeated the lie that Trant was not to blame for the trog attack. Double hmmm... !

Well, I'm turning in now, but none of this sits well with me. The trogs are nasty and horrible, but the facts are the facts. Trant stirred up a hornets nest. People died and not only that, but I have the blood on my hands (trog blood admittedly) from the whole fiasco.
Those trogs, evil as they are, were five miles underground and in terms of Westgate, minding their own business. Should I say something? Triple hmmm!


DAY 418 (25th Tarsakh)(April)

Today Fenrir was provided with a chest of 10,000 gold by Random (it arrived by coach) and he took it to the Temple of Tyr as a donation.

He took six guards with him and turned it into quite a spectacle. All part of Random's plan apparently.

When he got home Jasper reported that he and a guard had caught a spy and locked him in the shed under guard.
Fenrir talked to the lad then bribed him.
'I was hired by Big Bill Kadercan of Diggler Dive!' grassed the lad before legging it.

Fenrir talked to Gilly to see if she had heard of Big Bill. She had, and said she would
go ask around.

I myself spend the day shopping with my wife.

DAY 419 (26th Tarsakh)(April)

Fenrir reported for work today.
The Day Air Watch currently consists of:
Relleme - A gnome mounted on a giant bee. I've met her, she's very nice.
Nors - A human fighter mounted on a broomstick. A happy-go-lucky sort of fellow.
Marrock - A half orc fighter on a magic carpet.
Oloe - A 'savage' young lady with wings.
Surkan - A young nobleman also on a magic carpet.

Today they say a giant gasbag float over the city and all were concerned it might be another giant gretch. It wasn't though, it was four daft gnomes in a hot air balloon.
Fenrir and his squad took a rope each and dragged it out of the city.

He took them all for a chimichanga and a pint after work.

When he got home Gilly reported to him that the person behind the hiring of one of Big Bill's spies was the wizard Tamba Wazerio from Grappa Valley. Fenrir shrugged, just another powerful magic-user that wanted him dead.

Fenrir, keenly aware that he couldn't just keep stealing my wife for all his posh do's first asked Jasper if he knew of anyone, then tried to convince Gilly to take elocution lessons and even offered to buy her a dress.
She was defensive though, 'Ere! Wot ya sayin I don't talk proper or wot?'

Anyway, tonight Random himself turned up at the house to report that the next part of his master plan 'was on'!

When Trepplemar retired there were only really three candidates to replace her.
Golad Darkbane - a cleric of Tyr, apparently a decent chap but not that bright.
Lorak Shaymer - a powerful sorcerer, but rumoured to have some sinister secrets to do with
the Night Masks.

The third candidate was Fenrir.

'Now,' said Random said 'I'll nobble 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?'

It had to be tonight as well, so Fenrir pressed me and Veddic into service.

So, while me and Veddic waited in a nearby tavern Fenrir cased the joint. He managed to fly in through an upstairs window and while avoiding maids and house guests made his way down to the ground floor.

He stumbled into Shaymer's study and found him with two Westgate tarts. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but Fenrir used his powerful new Sleep invocation and the wizard dropped back into his sofa. Fenrir then paid the tarts 20 gold each and sent them packing.

Well, there was a whole load of commotion after that, with other people coming in and out of doors and wondering what was going on, but Fenrir was invisible and flying around at ceiling level. He made his way to the kitchen and found a set of stairs that lead down to a wine cellar.
Now, where could that dungeon be? he wondered...

(G381 02/02/2019 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA54

(G381 02/02/2019 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA54

DAY 416 (23rd Tarsakh)(April) cont ...

The fact that the City of the Pools was built on ancient foundations was very apparent to me as we delved down into the dungeons underneath the temple of Laogzed. The stairs went down easily three hundred feet until opening out into a cave.

Here we met a slyth father and son who operated a lift that went down even further.
They were not threatening and when Fenrir gave them 1000 gold (!) they very helpfully took us down to the lower levels - another six hundred feet if I am any judge.

The slyth took us along some caverns, about half a mile of them. to an ancient dark-elf mansion that was now used as the temple prison. There were no guards here as there was no means of escape, or so the slyth said, so they were just left to get on with it until required again.

As we walked around, Fenrir asked about the sacred beasts and the priests. The only useful bit of information we got was that;
'...there are factions within the priests of Laogzed. The main two were the priests of the temple, who were a bit more civilised and political, and the priests of the Beasts, who lived outside of the city and were more wild. They were the ones that would have raised the crusading army against Westgate...'

The last thing the slyth told us was; 'I don't feed them, there is enough scraps of food down here for them to live off, just about anyway. Oh, seek out the old priest Hudkah if you are in need of more information. He is very wise.'

We entered the mansion. There were prisoners at the entrance, of all sorts of race, who begged us for food. We found Hudkah, a dark-elf, and chatted to him for a bit. He hinted that he knew another way out of the prison using the 'long dark ways' which was suicide for anyone other than the bravest and strongest, but still represented a way out. This seemed a much better option that fighting our way out.

Next we found Lord Trant, barricaded in an upstairs room with the three others of his hunting party. Trant was truly an arrogant turd and it took us a while to winkle him out, using a combination of force and offered food.
He, Codswapper and the two dwarves were dirty and wretchedly thin.
Fenrir opened his magical provisions box and fed them, then gave the rest to the beggars downstairs.

Hudkah showed is the secret door and off we went. With the help of the dwarves, who were from
Boatmurdered and new the area we found the Long Dark Ways, ancient dark elf highways that sat deep in the lower parts of the Middledark. It took the helpful dwarves just five hours to find somewhere they recognised and in ten hours we were at their fortress - the dwarven stronghold of Boatmurdered itself.

Oh, we met four greater earth elementals on the way, but Veddic had cast Wind Walk on us and we just whisked right past them.

About a hundred dwarves lived in Boatmurdered and we were well looked after, fed and given good rooms. It looked like we had made it after all!

Well, I'm turning in now, my love, hopefully I will see you soon and I can just hand this letter to you in person,

Your Rol.


DAY 417 (24th Tarsakh)(April)

Well, this is me back in Westgate now. Once we left Boatmurdered, Veddic cast a 'Wind Walk' spell or somesuch. It's a good spell - much like Gaseous Form and great for moving a group of people quickly over or past any obstacle.

Travelling in this way we got back in not much more than an hour. Firstly Fenrir wanted to go see the Croamarkh, but Trant Junior decided to go straight to his own house instead. Codswapper stayed with us an we found the Croamarkh in the Market Tower, after first going to his house.

The city council were in session though so Fenrir sent up a note. An hour later we were admitted and Fenrir charmed his way into the Croamarkh's heart - although the old geezer thought that Fenrir's name was Fodoren!
'Now, I heard some people saying that my son was in some way responsible for the attack on the city. That he killed their sacred beasts or whatever and that it was retaliation for that. So tell me, Fodoren, did you find any evidence of this?'
'No...' lied Fenrir, knowing full well that was exactly what had happened.
'Of course not!' agreed the old man. 'It's because all trogs are evil and must die!'
'Yes...' nodded Fenrir.

When we went to see Trepplemar though, Fenrir told the true story.
'It doesn't surprise me,' she said, 'as that whole family are a bunch of turds.'
She paid some expenses and we all went back to Fenrir's house.

After that Codswapper went his own way and we went back to the island, where my wife was, and filled Random in on the situation.

We sold all our loot and made a fair bit of gold out of the whole thing.

I was hoping that I'd get the evening with Lavinia, but it sounds like Fenrir is taking her to another ball. He really needs to find his own bird!

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