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Robbing the Rich to Pay the Poor
Though my heart heals and my spirits lift, (greatly aided by the acquisition of an enchanted longbow from the brute’s dwelling,) I still, am not well. The affects of the ingested green gas intensify. My agility is diminished as I am frequently wracked with nausea. We need to find the rest of the herbs. Time is essential.
We collected the shrieking mandrake during the day. Theodred’s plant savvy is abundantly welcome. Even with it, we did not manage to escape unscathed. At the time it was not funny, my condition left little room for humor. But in retrospect, the capers of the wool-headed lot of us, roaming the country side deafened, with said state induced by the howl of a small, but overbearingly strident, wretchedly gnarled root, were certainly fodder for many a joke. Few though, witnessed our silly and impaired state.
Later that evening we gathered the peat tar, last of the necessary ingredients and bid farewell to the very grateful townsfolk then immediately headed back to Waterdeep. By this time my insides were roiling; the nausea nearly crippling. In Waterdeep, Ayther contacted Rellik, we supplied the herbs and shortly thereafter he produced a cure which the afflicted, like myself imbibed. It tasted no better than its component ingredients sounded, but it cured the malady. Rellik is a life saver - literally. He has our deep gratitude.
The wizards guild was less than pleased when out of concern we informed them about the cloud. It was called the “cloud of jubilex” as I learned from Elzid’s belongings that we discovered in the fighter brute’s den) However, the guild only offered a mild reprimand and informed us that those afflicted by the cloud died as liquefied slime. Clearly the guild has no interest in making this incident bigger. I feel for those that passed. May their spirits rest peacefully.
We are fortunate to have avoided that fate.
A several month old rumor about an arsonist setting nearby town aflame, now seemed worth exploring. Perhaps those fires were connected to the evil we encountered in Hidden Gulch. We set out for Lowick, the village experiencing the arsons. The people of the town were curiously tight-lipped but eventually we managed to glean that fires had been set and the arsonist undetained.
We camped out for several nights near the mayor’s house. On the 2nd or third evening the arsonist – whom some described as a ghostly scarecrow and “not alive” struck, again. We pursued the apparition like entity to a creepy old mill whereupon it vanished. But inside the mill we discovered, the hanged miller, his a ledger that showed a foreclosed business bankrupted from excessive taxation, a diary indicating that he had started to lead a town revolt against the taxer shortly before his death, and an odd nugget of silver.
Prodding the townspeople further, we learned that the “tax collectors" name was “Rander” and that he was due for a visit soon We waited, and with the help of my beautiful avian Allegra, we tracked the suspicious tax collectors back to their stone manor. Theodred spoke to her magically as she followed them. It allowed us to keep a healthy distance from them without being spotted.
At the stone manor, Caldair scouted the grounds and building invisibly using a potion we tucked away for just such an occasion.
When the drawbridge came crashing down we knew he was in trouble and bounded in. We defeated several armed guards but Rander, the leader escaped. We tracked him but mighty Draznor rendered him permanently silent before we could question him when his staggering blow to the head separated Randers body from his skull. Rander should have called quarter when he had a chance. His death was unfortunate. In addition to the townspeople’s money which we returned to them we also acquired bolts of silk similar to ones we discovered in Elzid’s house.
On our way back to Waterdeep we encountered the “scarecrow –ghost” again who led us to a cavern this time. Inside more silver nuggets glittered but we dared not dally for the ceiling looked ready to unite with the floor at any moment. This ghost is trying to clue us into something but we know not what, just yet.
Though my heart heals and my spirits lift, (greatly aided by the acquisition of an enchanted longbow from the brute’s dwelling,) I still, am not well. The affects of the ingested green gas intensify. My agility is diminished as I am frequently wracked with nausea. We need to find the rest of the herbs. Time is essential.
We collected the shrieking mandrake during the day. Theodred’s plant savvy is abundantly welcome. Even with it, we did not manage to escape unscathed. At the time it was not funny, my condition left little room for humor. But in retrospect, the capers of the wool-headed lot of us, roaming the country side deafened, with said state induced by the howl of a small, but overbearingly strident, wretchedly gnarled root, were certainly fodder for many a joke. Few though, witnessed our silly and impaired state.
Later that evening we gathered the peat tar, last of the necessary ingredients and bid farewell to the very grateful townsfolk then immediately headed back to Waterdeep. By this time my insides were roiling; the nausea nearly crippling. In Waterdeep, Ayther contacted Rellik, we supplied the herbs and shortly thereafter he produced a cure which the afflicted, like myself imbibed. It tasted no better than its component ingredients sounded, but it cured the malady. Rellik is a life saver - literally. He has our deep gratitude.
The wizards guild was less than pleased when out of concern we informed them about the cloud. It was called the “cloud of jubilex” as I learned from Elzid’s belongings that we discovered in the fighter brute’s den) However, the guild only offered a mild reprimand and informed us that those afflicted by the cloud died as liquefied slime. Clearly the guild has no interest in making this incident bigger. I feel for those that passed. May their spirits rest peacefully.
We are fortunate to have avoided that fate.
A several month old rumor about an arsonist setting nearby town aflame, now seemed worth exploring. Perhaps those fires were connected to the evil we encountered in Hidden Gulch. We set out for Lowick, the village experiencing the arsons. The people of the town were curiously tight-lipped but eventually we managed to glean that fires had been set and the arsonist undetained.
We camped out for several nights near the mayor’s house. On the 2nd or third evening the arsonist – whom some described as a ghostly scarecrow and “not alive” struck, again. We pursued the apparition like entity to a creepy old mill whereupon it vanished. But inside the mill we discovered, the hanged miller, his a ledger that showed a foreclosed business bankrupted from excessive taxation, a diary indicating that he had started to lead a town revolt against the taxer shortly before his death, and an odd nugget of silver.
Prodding the townspeople further, we learned that the “tax collectors" name was “Rander” and that he was due for a visit soon We waited, and with the help of my beautiful avian Allegra, we tracked the suspicious tax collectors back to their stone manor. Theodred spoke to her magically as she followed them. It allowed us to keep a healthy distance from them without being spotted.
At the stone manor, Caldair scouted the grounds and building invisibly using a potion we tucked away for just such an occasion.
When the drawbridge came crashing down we knew he was in trouble and bounded in. We defeated several armed guards but Rander, the leader escaped. We tracked him but mighty Draznor rendered him permanently silent before we could question him when his staggering blow to the head separated Randers body from his skull. Rander should have called quarter when he had a chance. His death was unfortunate. In addition to the townspeople’s money which we returned to them we also acquired bolts of silk similar to ones we discovered in Elzid’s house.
On our way back to Waterdeep we encountered the “scarecrow –ghost” again who led us to a cavern this time. Inside more silver nuggets glittered but we dared not dally for the ceiling looked ready to unite with the floor at any moment. This ghost is trying to clue us into something but we know not what, just yet.
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