PC:Session Recap - 27 March 2009
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Taliesin's Journal, 17 March, 1332
The first commandment of the Dregs should be, "Thou Shalt Not Fuck with the Detective". Humans are short lived, and they forget this most sacred of commandments. Occasionally, I have to remind one of them. Jonny didn't know not to fuck with me. He sent one of his thugs after me last week. Nice chap, think his name was Virgil. Virgil took a bit of convincing, but he left me alone. Speaking of which, ran into him earlier today. He invited me to join his book club.
I did a bit of scouting about and found out that Jonny takes the same route to check on his businesses every day. Jonny needed punished, and Darril owed me a favor. I sat and waited for him for about an hour, and then he came wandering by, without a care in the world. I did a little bit of mojo, and made him one of my very good friends.
I gave him a copy of that note, and told him to go see Darril at the Square Bar. I wanted to show him that there were no hard feelings between us, once I got all squared away with my debt. Fucking rigged game.
Had one of the kids running around the Dregs take a note to Darril. Darril has helped me out before, and it usually has incredibly creative results. The important thing, when dealing with wannabe slumlords like Jonny, is to make it so they can't run their operation.
Darril's latest thing has been helping young men from the Noble's district get a little kinky. It's been a big thing lately, not anywhere near my taste though. Darril takes some kind of solution and a needle, and injects it into their balls. The end result is grossly oversized testicles that interfere with everything. It wears off after a few weeks, but the ensuing time before it does seems awkward.
Hopefully Darril doesn't let me down.
From the Journals of Tristram Shandy
14 March 1332 (continued)
Tonight has been a shitfest. We followed the trail of the strange woman who seemed to have kidnapped Amelia back to a warehouse. After incapacitating the guards, we went in. We found Amelia in a lead-lined room (obviously to prevent scrying) with an elf chick named Whisperwind. Apparently she is the leader of the “Order of Libertas.” (Why the hell does a god of freedom have a hierarchical order? Seems a little hypocritical to me. “I believe in freedom! Now do as I say!”) Anyway, she had Amelia’s baby too, so maybe I can get out of this crazy mess sooner rather than later.
Minutes after arriving, we were ambushed by more purple guards. Whisperwind tossed us some headbands that evidently protect against scrying. We fought our way out slowly. It was a grueling battle; the guards kept coming and coming. Master Alvers always said “Keep Expeditious Retreat memorized, boy. One day it will save your life!” He was right. I stayed out of the physical fighting of course, swaying the battle with my arcane prowess from a safe distance.
We finally escaped the building and headed to the backup hideout. Idiots at the hideout were initially distrustful of us, but we convinced them that Whisperwind sent us. Staying here for the night.
15 March 1332
No more late night messages from…you know. Thank Wee Jas.
What the fuck! The less filthy dwarf took a shit on the stairs outside the hideout during the night! He must not have wiped, because he still smells like shit. This may tip the scales as to which dwarf is actually the filthiest.
Having trouble deciding what to do, so it looks like we are staying here for the day. The two ideas we have are:
A) Head out to that tomb that Alex told me about and collect treasure. Rejoice. B) Run headlong into Mekor’s lab and challenge him, ensuring an early death for most of us.
That awful detective got a sending during the night from Mekor. It demanded that we turn over the child immediately. For some reason this has made them even more intent on charging in to our certain doom. Why am I here again?
16 March 1332
It still smells like shit in here!
We’re all going to die, I can tell. One of the dwarves got a sending from Mekor. They have now decided, against my better judgment and loud recommendations, to assault his lab. I’m going to lead them in to the arcane district tonight. This very well may be my last journal entry.
17 March 1332
I can’t believe we made it out of there alive. Before we had a chance to prepare, the shit dwarf (That is how I think of him now) charged straight in the front door. We took out the guards, but not before they had a chance to alert their master. Mekor was definately ready for us.
Witnessing Mekor’s powers was awe-inspiring. He was most certainly a powerful wizard. Not as powerful as Master Alvers, of course, but still mighty in his own right. Our “charge in blindly” strategy was not wise. He was up on a balcony 40 feet up and waiting for us. Didn’t even have to fight us himself, just tossed some fireballs at us while his animated furniture pounded on us. Somehow the tranny managed to hit him with some mageblight poison (nasty stuff, I didn't want it anywhere near me!) and he was no longer able to cast the spell that would have been his doom.
After finally dispatching with the dining room table, we learned that Mekor was a rogue agent working on his own behalf. I had some misgivings previously about confronting him, being that he was acting within his rights under the law, but this has made me feel much better. Apparently he had forseen his doom in the form of those babies. Looks like the joke is on him. The very nice wizard from the order offered us work in the future as we proved quite competent.
Think I am going to talk to Alex later about that tomb. It may be the only chance I have at finding Annie. After we got the bitch back her kid, she told us that Annie had stopped by to talk to her, told her she was going on a long journey. Worthless cunt didn't know anything else. I will be glad if I never see that waste of perfectly good matter again.
Anyway, I'm off to spend the rest of the day identifying the items we managed to snag on our way out the door.
18 March 1332
Left this morning for the tomb. We should be there by nightfall. Journeying by horse is far more tedious than previously imagined.
