The Absalom Chronicles

From sewers to the streets
in which Whitt finds out who her true father is.

So, Erix pretended to be a friend (I CALLED IT) and she turned out to be a blood hag who was hiding the children from us. There followed an epic battle in which Alduin nearly died and Ishmael was spelled to sleep while the rest of us couldn’t hit the Hag (which had burst into flame) because we didn’t have magic weapons. Nevertheless, we prevailed and defeated the foul creature.

We woke up an unconscious sewerman named Roge and got him to agree help us find the sewer kids, who scattered throughout the sewers. We planned to leave them in orphanariums or as field hands, which didn’t sound that great, but they were the only options we could think of (seeing as we killed all their parents…).

So we split up to go to different orphanariums: Salvo to Aunt Helga’s, Ishmael and I to East Side, and Ophelia and Alduin to Sarenrae’s Rest. Headmaster Barley of East Side agreed to take a portion of the children we rescue.

When we regrouped, Ophelia seemed really awkward and red-faced. When asked, she said she was mad at Alduin and refused to speak more on the matter. I’m going to have to ask Alduin about it.

The next day, Roge met us with a few of the kids who’ve arrived earlier than expected. He showed us that the kids had bite marks on their necks: the Blood Hag had been feeding off them. We took them to a hospital and found rat bite-marks on them as well. Poor things.

BUT. I have an update on the Ophelia and Alduin:
APPARENTLY, WHEN ALDUIN AND OPHELIA WENT AND GOT MARRIED! AWWW. So that’s why they went off alone! Alduin says that he told Ophelia that if they survived the Blood Hag, he’d marry her and I guess he kept his promise. Have you ever heard of anything so sweet?! I’m upset they didn’t invite me, I’ve always wanted to be a bride’s maid, I’ll try to get them to renew their vows…

Their couple name: Alphelia. Perfect.

Alduin has taken to calling me his daughter, I love it.

We went to Barentau’s house to talk about an expedition to Numeria and we spent the night. Not too long after falling asleep, we heard Alduin yell and rushed to his room. Salvo slammed the door open and something tried to slam it shut. We pushed it open and there was something like a Darkstalker looming in the room. Alduin tackled it out the window and Salvo and Ophelia followed.

I ran downstairs and saw the thing crawling past the windows along the outside the walls with Salvo clinging to it. I ran a few windows ahead, grabbed a ceremonial sword and tried to swipe it off the wall. It ducked and I nearly hit Salvo – thank Desna he’s so fast. Salvo got Alduin’s gem away from it and the Darkstalker-thing disappeared. And then half of Alduin’s gems have disappeared.

The next morning, a town crier said that green gems have been stolen all across the city. We ran home and my dad and Seamus were thankfully okay. Someone had broken into my room and stolen my gems. Arlington’s gems were stolen from inside his vault.

I say, the gems act as portals but only time will tell.

We went to the Arcanamirium to see Professor Calga who wasn’t very happy to see us. His gem had been stolen too, but his office had been wrecked. He kicked us out and Alduin told us about a dream he’d had a while back about five cosmic beings of different colors.

Cravens and Kids, a Moral Dilemma

Well it feels shitty to be the group-designated torturer. Yeah, I did torture a man once, but my code told me I could, now I’m not so sure I want to. We put down the two in the home, the murloc and the witch, let the survivor go. We’re trackin’ em to a small nursery where they keep there kids seperate. The sick bastards raise em away from surface influences so they can be murderers. I’m not sure how we’re gonna deal with it. I could never kill a child. But I can always kill a murderer…

I ended up pitching the idea that we outta just get the guards to do it. Its sorta their job to handle the safety and wellbeing of the city afterall. The main issue is proving to them these sewer-people are real. Fortuantely, there was a guard with us for Cybil’s testimony, that others exist, and Cybil is locked up in a cell too. Should be all the evidence we need.

Ishmael knew the guards at the front of the Azlanti Keep, and I know the Guard’s name from just bein’ around. His name is Sigmund. Hopefully he’s cooperative: his testimony is important, and having officials clear out that “nursery” Salvo found is important. I don’t think I could go through killing some child, even if he were coming at me. I wouldn’t want to. And I’m not about to die from some brat with a shiv catching my neck or something.

We ended up going door to door like a bunch of assholes and bothering the guards. Eventually though, we found Sigmund. I weren’t happy with him though. The fucker sounded like a paranoid loon. “You could be sewer people for all we know”. The fuck watched that murderer confess from behind bars, cold like a corpse, like it were fuckin’ normal. And he wants to be paranoid to us? And when I mentioned that guards have to make risks, he’s got the audacity to call this a meal ticket. He’s in the wrong line of fuckin’ work. If you take a job, you see it through, and you do it right. If every guards like him, I may as well drink in public, piss in the well, and steal whatever I fuckin’ want. Nothing could anger me more than some cheeky little fuck dismissing his duties like that. I wanted to slam his head into that plate and dare him to call for help, and if I were alone, I would. I get the feeling I wasn’t the only one who felt that way too.

Some bright young lass, chipper, eagerness to her eyes, popped up behind us though. I hadn’t noticed her, but she heard us mention something about children. She seemed underdressed for her job, apparently a guard, but said it was all she could afford. I liked her eagerness, its the sorta thing we need. But uh, Salvo made a note: don’t let her die. We’d be blamed by the paranoid, cowardly guards… not that they’d do a thing about it even if she did die: but I got the message. And if there’s one thing I’m good at doing, it’s killing people. And these hands that make death can stave it off in equal part.

Ended up following Salvo’s trail to the den, saw that skeevy Sewer-shite. He was a bit meek and cowardly again, but, like a dog with its back to a wall. A lot unlike the others… cold and willing, even till their deaths. A differant sort of fight in him either way. He said we wouldn’t find those kids, and we couldn’t get near them, and it was a lot more of the same conversation from before. These kids, murderous as they may be, are kids. We’re gonna do our best to avoid harming them, I know that in my heart.

Soon as that man was dropped though, that girl acted a bit weird. Like, real weird. Like her skin sizzled off and she wanted to eat kids weird. Oh shit.**


And another one bites the dust! BAM! WACK! THRASH! POW! The sewer beast don’t know what hit them. Ishmael slashes one and parries to take out another! POP! And the crowd goes wild! These uglies are dropping like.. Well.. Sewer people! Ishmael does kind of feel bad for these poor demented souls. But with their connection to the green mist, it’s Ishmael’s job to take them down! What that ghastly she beast did to Shamus and his father.. That’s unforgivable! None of these sewer beasts have my sympathy. And if Ishmael has the opportunity to take down this “Grandfather” bastard, then Ishmael will do it! We heard that this “grandfather” person was in a mansion of kinds.. It really wasn’t hard to find, just followed the sewer water and there it was! It wasn’t nearly as big as Ishmael thought it would be.. Only a few rooms on the inside, and one of them had the elder. His was the last room we took down. Though.. Ishmael would be lying if she didn’t admit she damn near pissed herself when she saw this monster and his wife. Unfortunately is only got worse from there.. They had their dirty house mongrels attack us but we took them down one after the other! There was magic flying and arrows everywhere! AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THE OLD MAN GOT ENORMOUS! Holy shit it was terrifying! Limbs and tentacles and blood were flying every-fucking-where and Ishmael is pretty sure she died for a little while. But the tides turned in our favor when the old mans wife was killed.. Well.. It didn’t turn the tides much.. Pretty sure almost all of us had at least one organ showing or an artery gushing blood.. Wasn’t very pretty.. But we did finally manage to take him down! And then Ishmael collapsed in a pool of blood to rest.. Probably not her best place to rest, that blood might never come out… but Ishmael’s body hurt! And it was heavy and she was so tired… But luckily salvo had this magic wand.. And he patched Ishmael right up!

The Descent

My mind’s been clouded since we first went into the sewers. I want to make the city safe above all else, but I didn’t think I’d have to become a murderer to meet that end. Every person I’ve killed up until now was in defense, in one way or another. But that Ratman I killed was completely unprovoked. I went into their home, and shot them for trying to get away from us. The others seem to think they deserved it somehow, but how can they know that? Any of those rats could have been one of us- bit in the sewers and unable to return to the surface because maniacs with Longhammers are waiting to smash us.

The case of these sewer people is much more clear; they hunt innocent people for sport when the green mist comes. They reject the gods because… I don’t really know. The girl didn’t seem to either. Just happy to inflict her misery on others. We’re all in accordance, we will go to their homes and eradicate these beasts.

The others don’t share my fear that the Rats may attack us during this assault. It’s not that I’m afraid for myself. If it came down to it I know I could sneak away if a fight went south… but I don’t think I could live with myself if I had to abandon the others.

So we rested and descended into the sewers. The first contact we had with them was in some kind of storage room, filled with food. Either they’ve been stealing it, or someone has some sort of trade agreement with them. Little gremlins, more degenerate then the rest of these sewer dwellers, leap out from behind the boxes and attacked us. Ophelia got surrounded and roughed up a little worse than the rest of us. She puts a lot of faith in that gun, but it’s not enough. One of us should have been there.

We continued through their gauntlet of traps, and the others walked around a corner. Whitt started to talk to someone. Probably a patrol, and they probably had no interest in what we had to say. So I went invisible, like the others said I could. When Arlington yelled it out last time, I realized that I wasn’t “activating” anything when it happened. It was always there, and I’ve been holding it back. Combat and fear distracts me, and what ever part of me that holds it back lets go. Heading toward her, I could tell by the smirk on her face that she had no plans to surrender. I dug my dagger into her kneecap so she couldn’t run and warn the others, then Ishmael brutalized her before she could even try. In fact, Ishmael has been incredibly violent since we got down here. Maybe she has a vendetta against these things?

Somehow Ophelia found herself the center of attention again. The enemy was coming from the wall behind us, like it wasn’t even there. Alduin waded right through it too. I couldn’t figure out how, it felt like stone at first. But eventually it just vanished. We finished off the rest of them hiding in the cubby hole.

The next hallway was long and empty, with a guard posted at the end. Whitt had a potion that could make her invisible, and she agreed to try and take out the guard. Not five seconds after she vanished, alarm bells started going off. We fell back to the hidden wall, and Whitt tried to lure them away by triggering one of the traps. But one of the gremlins put their face on the ground and began sniffing. Having no choice I shot it in the neck before it could get a scent. Another fight ensued, but once it was over the guard wasn’t among the dead. She must have went to warn her kin.

I suggested we leave and come back. These things aren’t going anywhere, and we took out what is hopefully a considerable chunk of their forces. But the others were insistent on staying.

They have crude houses built into the walls. Kitchen tables, bookshelves lined with reading material. I didn’t really imagine them leading somewhat normal lives… but it’s too late to change my mind now. I won’t leave this job half-finished.

We walked into what appears to be a village. They were waiting for us. They got the jump, but it wasn’t enough. We wiped out every one we found. Thankfully, that has only been their warriors so far. We’ll have to see if convictions waiver once we find their civilians… and children.

Adventure Log

So we were able to convince the kobolds to help us. One of them showed us the way to where this thing that was bothering them was. It stopped at a door that we assume was under the foreign quarter. It refused to go any further than that, so we all continued on. The door revealed a small, narrow corridor. It smelled. Like, a LOT. I had to use my garment sleeves to make myself a mask it was so bad. It eventually opened up into a larger room with this horrible monster inside. I recognized it as an Otyugh. I studied them while I was traveling with Mother and Father and… Well… I studied them. They’re some kind of aberration. They have tentacles and teeth and big stompy feet. They live in slimy, mucky places and are obviously immune to disease and sickness. We tripped right into its lair and it grabbed Whitt with its slimy tentacle. Salvo was a huge help as usual, but Ishmael ended up taking it out.

Alduin had the bright idea to look inside it to see if it was behind the recent murders. It did have human body parts as well as some rats and Kobolds. He also found a magic scroll of Allegro, which he gave to me. I hope I can use it properly.

We entered the next room to find a bunch of rats. Salvo asked me to check if they were magic for some reason. I did as he asked, but I found no trace of magic in them. The rats somehow knew that I was using magic and attacked us. They were wererats Salvo wanted us to try to talk with them. I tried to stop them. They were more interested in concealing their whereabouts, but they heard us out. We told them we only wanted to get rid of whatever was killing people on the surface. When we mentioned the mists an older rat man approached us. He knew of the mists. He agreed to let us pass, but he wanted compensation. He wanted a steady flow of poison for nefarious purposes that he didn’t want to disclose to us. I didn’t want any part of it. I felt we could take them, but Salvo kept talking with them. Alduin messaged me and seemed to think Salvo was going to double cross them. He gave us information on some sort of cult or family that was killing surface dwellers. Forty of them living in the sewers. He said we were looking for a gaunt young man. It seemed Salvo was ready to pay them, but thankfully Alduin stepped forward to attack. The rats all swarmed him. We were able to get a few of them, but the weres were able to get away.

Salvo and Alduin argued for a bit after the conflict. Salvo was worried that the weres would go on ahead to warn the clan, but Frankly, I agree with Alduin. If we go about creating problems for ourselves we’ll never fix anything. I hate myself for listening to Salvo now. I was blinded because I guess he was my hero. Maybe for Salvo it’s more important to do what is easiest than it is to do what is right. Yes It’s true that they might go on ahead to warn the clan, but how many would have died just so that we would have an advantage? I need to trust my own instincts. I have to be the hero of my own story.

We followed after the man’s trail and eventually made to to a ladder leading up to the street. Salvo wanted to wait for him here but I’m worried about what he’s doing. He could be killing someone else. I followed Alduin up the ladder to the city street. We dented the manhole cover so that the guy couldn’t get back that way. Arlington and Takka were able to pick up the trail toward the east. Whitt said it looked familiar.

There was talk of the murderer looping back to Whitt’s house to take the boy again. Salvo ran off and Whitt started freaking out. When we arrived we found Whitt’s father beaten and tied up. He said they were upstairs. Salvo was already there beside the door we assumed the murderer was behind. Salvo disappeared as the door opened. A gaunt woman was there. It was difficult to tell that she was a woman. It was apparent that she had been raping the child. She needs to die, and I hope I’m strong enough to do what needs to be done.

The Green Mist Returned
in which we saw a dragon.

I’ve learned how to tie a decent sheet rope though I still need a lot of practice climbing – I nearly fell into the trash heap behind the grocer’s next door. Nearly. I’ve put together a wooden pole with a piece of bent metal jammed in the top so I can push the rope back into my room and close the window. See, sneaking back in isn’t the problem. I can always calm Dad down when I come back, but trying to leave when he knows about it is hell. It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission, in my opinion.

After finding Ophelia at the Bottom and being joined with Ishmael shortly after, we went to find the boys. On a hunch we went to the Ascendant Court and found them consulting a High Priest of Desna about a shared dream that Alduin and Arlington had, as well as some acolytes. It seems that whenever a person has put the gem to their forehead (umm, why did anyone think of that in the first place? So weird) has had the dream.

We went to the Arcanamirium to find a mage that specializes in magic gems, Professor Calga and Professor Quennare of the Divination department. Calga said that there was a group of savages called Kasatha in Numeria that believed that the gems had abducted them from space. Professor Quennare tried to scry the stone but after a couple hours, she hadn’t gotten anything. She could tell something was wrong, but something was forcing her attention away.

Soon the Green Mist arrived, I haven’t seen it for months. I was happy we weren’t caught indoors but I realized: what if my father was out looking for me? I had to go find him and my friends came with me. As we reached the Coins, a boy screamed and ran to us. His father had been killed. We took Seamus to my father so he could keep an eye on him until morning while we went to find the beast responsible for his father’s murder.

The monster – a boogeyman? a vampire? a sadistic fuckwheat? – left tracks that led to the sewers. We ran into a kobold who, after giving him gold, led us to a DRAGON.

How the hell did it get down there?

Everyone versus the Dwarf
Alduin's Perspective

Arlington and I interrogated that prisoner. He poisoned the lad. Said he’d shit himself and it’d burn like gonorrhea if he didn’t start chatting. Got his lips moving a lot looser suddenly. We got what we needed from him. Arlington and I had a mutual agreement: if the man got away when I gave him his chance to finish what he started, like a man, he’d get my hammer. That was a no brainier. I proved right as ever too. I thought the man might have more decency than the two-bit shits we’ve been facing off against. But he turned down the sword twice when I offered it to him. Would he truly spit twice in my face against in front of my friends? I would not live to see my enemies part ways so they might continue to plot, to revel in their survival. To make the fool of me or my party.

But then Salvo tried to intervene. I don’t think he could see the look of confusion on my face as he tried to pull the rapier from me. Why would he try to stop me? This man is evil, through and through, and a coward at that. I shoved him down… didn’t want to hurt the man. I put some neat holes in my foe, as I went to finish him, Salvo tried to stop me once more. Glad I carry that bag of pocket sand around. Blinded him before he could even get near me: I think he slapped one of the barrels actually. But the man was dead. And I could hear the others coming.

Andan was furious when he got down there. Looked like he would’ve tried to fight me with the mug. That would not have worked. But I dropped my rapier. I heard Arlington give Taka a command and his bat hugged me. Guess they were happy I finished off the bastard. I think everyone assumes I enjoy murder. They don’t understand that none walk from a battle with me but my comrades. Those that I let live, those “prisoners” are only buying their rest with what usefulness they have left, so that they might strike me down, or so I might strike them down. But none in Absalom but I have the honor for that it seems.

Either way, Andan banned me from the bar. His loss No one’s gonna drink as much as I. I was more bothered by his words. “The man could’ve changed”. I don’t know what crap they feed these folks at the temple of Seranrae but people don’t change. They bury their guilt and try to drown their devils and demons with fake smiles and forced codes. But they’re the same kind of darkness deep down as the sins that blackened their hands once. I know that all too well. I could tell Salvo weren’t happy. Or Whitt. If Ishmael and Ophelia were there I doubt I would’ve gotten nothing but lip. They don’t understand Turag, or his honor, or anything I stand for though. I don’t abide killers. I don’t abide evil. Once you have done such evil, it changes you, and there wasn’t a bit of honest repentance in his soul for me to feel any mercy for. I will show my enemies no mercy.

I felt the heat of the furnace in my heart and the inspirations of the Forgefather in my mind. I went to the public smithy and went to work. A circlet with one of those meteor geodes in it to start. I spent a good while hammering. Just a start. Nothing too serious. I retired to my chamber to sleep on my geodes, if only to clear my head. I was quickly drifting when they wandered to my door and called me out. They reminded me of our duties to go find and stop flareboy. I apologized to Salvo for the sand. He said that wasn’t what was bothering him. But I can’t say I care. No one asks me what’s up. They forget: they weren’t the ones adventuring, learning, making friends and losing em. They don’t know a thing of this world, as a dwarf, or as a man. I was a boy just a year ago. I quickly learned. It shows.if we leave, they’ll see that quickly.

The guards at the door were a snooze. I scared the dogs into a fright so hard they completely ignored us. We cleaned up the mooks topside and killed Nessio-diddles. He was a chump. We collected what he had, the book, and wrapped up this damned affair once and for all. I could’ve done that by myself… if I were fast enough to catch the coward. They don’t know how happy it makes me to catch them when they flee. How I curse Torag above. He curses me to kill honorable thieves and makes me feel good for cutting down every coward he sends running. That truly is a guilty thing.

We returned the code book to the historic society. There were quiet thanks. I couldn’t ask a reward of a poor scholar. That’d be a cruel thing, and he had been wronged much. I hope the road rise to meet his feet and the sun always be at his back in future endeavors. After everything, he deserves that much. Messenger boy quickly found us outside. Nearly cut him up. Puddles makes me so jumpy. I can barely move in the thigh-high water and practically everyone’s a thief. Its hard not to be. But we were invited to the Grand Dance Hall and so we went.

First problem was inviting me to a noble’s affair. They all know I lack social graces. I’m a Paladin, a monastic-warrior, not a pretty Knight for nobles to call on beck and whim. Got to ogle the finer ladies of foreign lands though. Those dancers have legs. I quickly acknowledged the albino Minotaur as… well a Minotaur. I was surprised to see one topside: they’re usually in mazes and such. And they’re usually not too smart. This one apparently was and I recognized him as a noble of some renown after. Pissed him off… so I’d better STEER CLEAR OF HIM. OHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHHOO. But really, of course when I own up to my mistakes though, no one’ll acknowledge that much, and I’m the ass for it. Fuck em all. I can’t talk to anyone here. I just miss my adventurers… don’t know what I see in this lot sometimes. I’ll keep praying I can forge stronger bonds with em.

Prissy pants weren’t too happy… but he unglamoured that amulet. It had one of the green gemstones in it. I was shocked, but I wanted it even more now. Those things are truly mystical for… for some reason. They’re pretty, sure, and bless Torag for their presence and comfort. But I can’t put my finger on why I love em’ so. Guess its just a dwarf thing. Rest of the party keeps delving too hard in it. I’m sorta hoardin’ em now. I just think they’re green with envy OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO. I crack myself up.

Swimming Lessons

I’m not one to abstain from drinking, but I hardly think this is the time. Gren is here, he might get some men to attack us, and we’re expecting an assault from the sea. I don’t want to be caught tipsy by either of ’em.

There’s a woman here that Alduin says is a succubus? Never heard of it… some sort of demon, he says. She’s not acting much like a demon, but I guess he’d know more about it than I would. He ran off to the temple, but she left long before he came back.

I had a chat with Aden about the whole silent tide thing, figured a bar keep would pick up on some rumors. At the mention of old Taldor conspiracies, he mentioned a historian, Yargas Gill, was on bad terms with the Historical Society because of his research into a similar matter. They think he’s just spouting conspiracy theories, but with the map that we found, maybe they’ll believe him.

We decided to check with Yargas at his home in the Puddles. Whitt led us there. Where does she pick up on all this stuff? I lived down here for weeks and never heard of the guy. We got to his rowhome, and the door was lying off it’s hinges. Yargas was gone, his landlord Taggart said some men came a while ago and carried him off. Said they had small dog tattoos on their hands and that they looked like they were heading toward Torson’s Maw, a nearby cliffside. Whitt said the tattoos belonged to a new gang called the Warhounders. I don’t have much dealings with gangs, but historians don’t seem like something they’d be interested in.

Once we reached Torson’s Maw there were some thugs prodding old men off the side of the cliff into the ocean, chains weighing them down. I tried to yell at them, but I don’t think they heard me. I’m not very loud. But Alduin caught their attention. Looks like we’re gonna get on the bad side of yet another gang. One prick looked at us and kicked the men off. I can’t let them drown in those chains… but dammit I hate the water. It feels so… floaty. The others can handle these guys, I gotta get those chains off. These thugs must be really new, they just let me run right past them to the cliffside. I braced, thinking a jump that high would sting like hell, but I landed harmlessly. Just like last time. Ishmael jumped in right after me. Thankfully the chains were shoddy, I was was able to pop them right off. I struggled back to shore while Ismael and Takka helped the men out of the water.

Alduin refrained from butchering one of the men long enough for us to get some information out of him. Their boss is some guy named Nessian. He wanted these men dead, then he was going to meet back with his men at one of the siege towers. Strange… I wonder if he had anything to do with the Goblins.

We pulled Yargas back up the cliff. He said he unlocked the secret to the Silent Tide’s communications. They would use different colored flares to signal their movements across the city. I was just about to ask what a flare was when a thin trail of red smoke ran upward to the sky. Yargas said that signifies an attack at the granary. Hopefully I air dry by the time we get there, this water is throwing me off balance and making me feel sick.


Dear captains log, Ishmael is sorry, that Ishmael hasn’t been writing very often.. Well there have been a lot of interesting things going on in Ishmael’s life, but Ishmaels just hasn’t had the time to really sit down and pen it out! But now Ishmael has time…sooooo here Ishmael goes. Yesterday was one of the straaaanges days ever! Ishmael and Ishmael’s new friends were at this noble’s house.. what was his name.. Barital..Baripal..Barracuda… Ah! Barentau!.. Well, he still looks a little eel-y to me…but anyway, Ishmael and friends were at this noble’s house, looking for information in his family crypt! (FYI it was in his basement.. how weird..) And when out party got inside all these spooks came out and started attacking us! Ishmael wasn’t scared, not even for a minute.. well.. maybe this Ishmael was a tiny bit scared.. but not one has to know that! Besides! How else was Ishmael supposed to feel about meeting some skeleton spooks and an reith?! Ishmael didn’t even know there were still necromancers around these parts anymore… But despite her fears Ishmael valiantly fought onward and saved the day! HACK! SLASH! BAM! SWOOSH! Like a sword fish through seaweed, Ishmael took down those spooks one after the other! With a jab here and a parry there and an uppercut to finish it off, the crowd went wild with cheers! But then suddenly.. The spook of all spooks appeared and with a bony finger he groaned at Salvo “You have what I want!”. Talk about creepy! Though Ishmaels was a little confused about this.. but thinking about it now.. Ishmael is wondering if the spook was talking about Salvo’s amulet.. It’s quite a strange thing for a dead guy to want.. Right? Anyway! Ishmael quickly finished them off single handedly! (okay.. so that’s a lie.. Ishmael couldn’t even hit the last spook with her weapon or anything… But Ishmaels friends had bombs and magic and all kinds of cool shit! And they kind of helped a little with the other bony ghouls too… but Ishmael still fought the best!)
Anyway after the dead were resting in pieces (lol) again our group found this strange.. map.. it had all these places marked off with pieces of bone. But the strange part wasn’t the bone.. it was what was marked.. There were a few guard towers… the light house.. and the barracks.. And the words “the silent tide will rise” were on it.. what the hell could that possibly mean? Ishmael has been in and around the water all her life and she has never heard of any natural phenomenon called the silent tide.. it’s beyond strange if you ask Ishmael.. And targeting watch towers? That just seems a little fishy (lol) and not the good kind of fishy.. Ishmael thinks that all her party members were stumped when we found this, though Witt said that the “silent tide” was a band, Ishmael hasn’t heard of them, that’s for sure so they must not have good music! But back to what Ishmael was saying… mmm.. oh! Right! The map! It’s very concerning… And the worst part is, is that when Ishmael, Salvo, and Alduin went to go talk to old man Kruckstowlie (he was Fathers friend, and he is also Ishmael’s supervisor at the barracks. He has really gotten old since the last time Ishmael saw him.) He didn’t have any good information for us about ghosts and “the silent tide will rise”! But Kruckstowlie told us some story about how Barentau’s dad had sent some men for some kind of assassination and our men intercepted his men and killed one before the assassination could be completed.. It has to tie in somehow with all this crazy stuff going on.. And the night shift hasn’t seen anything strange around the barracks at night.. those bums must not be working hard enough.. slackers…
We ended up going back to Barentau’s pad and he didn’t have much to say about the assassination but he did “mysteriously” find all this money in accounts in other countries. How.. odd… Money doesn’t just show up out of no where.. Ishmael thinks he knew about the money all this time.. but he did use some of the money to pay us all 1000 gold pieces for getting rid of the spooky monsters. But Ishmael still thinks that we should keep an eye on that guy.. but Ishmael will have to worry about that eel after more information on the silent tide. Salvo and Alduin joined Ishmael at the Fort Tempist, where we met us with Alisk Waverunner. (he is quite the gillman if Ishmale does say so herself, MEOW!) Alduin showed his the map and Alisk came to the conclusion that it appeared to look like some kind of battle map. (why didn’t Ishmael think of that.. after being in the military for years, one would think that Ishmael (top of her class) would be able to spot a battle plan from a mile away! But there might be more to it than just a battle map…) So with that new found information Ishmael desided to stay with the search party to comb the Float sum Graveyard for more clues. Slavo and Alduin would catch up with Ishmael back at the Rockbottom when Ishmael was finished.. And it was a very, very, very, long night.. Ishmael forgot how long patrol duty really was.. Ugh! But the strangest of all things happened as Ishmael was heading back to the Rockbottom after swimming forever.. Ishmael actually saw some pretty boy launch himself out a window and book it down the street… he didn’t look intoxicated.. he ran just fine.. but still.. how..odd..

Kind of Heroes?
Ophelia's Perspective

The plan went about as well as could be expected I suppose, though not in the way we expected. I tipped off the guard and joined the others to find that Salvo had already found Barentau. He was less… hostile than last time. He claims it was lack of sleep and paranoia over the Bloody Barbers that drove him to attack Salvo. I would expect better from someone of his status, but I suppose blood has nothing to do with behavior. He claims he thought Salvo was a Barber looking to cheat him some more or something. Apparently he borrowed some money from them and it came back to bite him in the ass. Father always did say that you need to think about what the end result might be before you do something. I guess this might be what he was talking about. After that the Barbers showed up. Barentau went to meet them, and as could have been expected, they attacked him. Salvo and Alduin and I rushed in to try and stop it. I did my usual bit of help, but I wish I was more useful. All I really did was flourish my Sleeves and dance to keep moral up. Salvo seems much further on the way to being a hero than me. He so quick and capable! He must have some sort of magic on his side too, because I’m pretty sure he went invisible. He would stab the Barber on one side, then disappear and stab him on the other! Maybe I should ask for some advice, though I don’t know exactly what to ask. Either way, he seems to be like the hero I can aspire to be.
The last Barber turned tail and ran, but we were able to overtake and surround him. He seemed to think Gren would know it was us that stopped the operation, but I seriously think he was lying to save his own skin. Alduin cut him down. I mean that literally. He cut him to pieces. I guess Torag isn’t very forgiving. I’m not sure that’s the kind of hero I want to be, but I don’t think it would have been smart to let him live either. While all this was happening, Arlington flew away on his bat. Mother would have said that made him a coward, though I suppose he has a reputation to think about in this city. I wonder what my reputation is… nothing unsavory I hope.
All the excitement was too much for Barentau. He vomited as soon as we were out of sight of the corpses. I guess seeing a body hacked to peices… not continuing that thought. I might vomit myself.
Barentau explained that the reason his family is doing so poorly is because the financial logs his father had were all encrypted. Whitt thinks she might be able to crack the code, but she would have to see the books in order to do so, and Barentau doesn’t want the books to leave his home. We came to an agreement: we will stay in his home to provide protection from the Barbers and, in the meantime, see if Whitt can decipher the books. The Mercenaries Barentau hired were picked off. We found them on the way to his home. They weren’t random killings either. Each was killed in a very precise manner. The work of assassins it looks like.
Barentau showed us to his library. Apparently the financial logs are disguised as Ossirian history books. As Whitt was looking at them, I noticed there was a shaking sound coming from the books on the shelves. I tried to sense if there was magic around but I came up blank. Alduin seemed to think whatever it was was evil in some way. I shouted at it to show itself and a skeleton popped out! I was stunned and fell over. Alduin said it was a poltergeist, a trickster ghost. Salvo actually ran from the room. It didn’t hurt us, it just kind of left. Maybe it just doesn’t want us there. We spoke to some nearby guards and they said they frequently see lights coming from the library. They say it’s been happening since the old Lord died, Barentau’s father. He also said there was a crypt under the house. Salvo Went back to the study and started trying to talk to it, but it only shoved him and rattled things around some more. We decided to sleep on it until morning.
Sleeping proved challenging as well. It seems the ghost isn’t confined to the library. It kept poking at me and touching me in my sleep. The others had similar experiences. We all moved out to the barn where it seemed the ghost had no dominion. I had been looking forward to sleeping in a proper bed, but we made due. We spoke to Barentau in the morning, but he didn’t seem to have noticed anything. Salvo seems to think it has to do with us not being part of the family, but none of the house staff seem to feel it either. Only one woman, an older maid, had any useful information. She said there was an old story of an old Lady of the house, Helana, who was poisoned by a scorned lover. She said that Helana would have been buried in the crypt under the house.
We told Barentau everything and he seemed to believe us. He gave us the crypt key on the condition that we don’t desecrate the crypt. I get the feeling that something has already been desecrated down there. We entered the crypt, and immediately Alduin sensed evil all around us. Arlington seemed to want to run away again, but I can’t abide that kind of behavior. If we’re going to be heroes, we have to risk ourselves for the sake of others. That’s what heroes do, right?
As if to test my thinking, a group of skeletons appeared around a corner, and a ghost, a wraith, came through the wall. I will be a hero, even if it means only offering my menial help in the thick of battle.


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