Saturday 23 May 2020

The Bazarr and Tidings of 2 Fathers of the Red Water Fellowship

The RedWater Fellowship stand once again in the bazaar near Noose's guild of thieves.

As some of the party start looking about talking with merchants, Kantif goes up to Hagrahoc once he’s alone. “Since we finished this mission successfully, I’d like to discuss what you had in mind with finding Advull (Kantif’s father).”
The large dragonborn looks down at the 1/2 elf with a toothy grin. He asks the rogue/monk for some treasure and would supply the details,

"I think we should get clean before we take Ms.Crakin home, hate to smell up the place," D
oc says as he tries to wipe grime off himself. The party are all covered in sewage so head off to a side cavern where they find a small natural stream and waterfall. There the heroes clean up. Gothi's pet dinosaur (?) Qtyp - seems to have become a scavenger and goes out looking at night or when the party rests. Finds a broken spear, but the spear head seems to be majicked.. Vencer is able to detect the magical aura on a number of spoils of battle the party had gathered and then with Graxusas spell-use able to determine what they are. Entering the bazaar, the party find some unique items barters with a number of strange merchants and even find a gate to another plane..(?) Cedric can feel the souls or spirits of a large host from a black gate or door. Declining to pass through even though he felt a pull from the portal.
Doc Holliday gets some nice clothes, while others acquire some new items. The party then encounter a strange tiefling.. Thurr Tynne (DM: pronounced "13". This merchant the players had encountered before - Laughing Moons campaign )
A number of the party acquire the green flaming red pickles and enjoy their effects. Graxusas the rotund sorcerer becomes quite athletic. Gothi cooks one, and gets thrown around like a rag-doll. Kantif eats one and a duplicate/clone of Kantif appears!  After some discussion and persuasion, Clone - Kantif-2 decides to stay with the group now going under the name Kaleer.

Meeting up with Noose - guild-master of the Scarlet Spider Syndicate, a pleasant meal and drinks are had.The Master is pleased with the outcome and the removal of the rat cult. His plans to expand further under the city could now continue.
He agrees to the provide the guide to the Green where the heroes can continue their quests to find Thograa as well as the member of Doc's tribe. The party decides to take Ms. Crakin back to the Crakin estate first, and then go to the Green. Noose tells Hagrahoc he will accompany the heroes to the Green. The dragonborn does NOT seem to be happy about this.

Kantif learns his father was working for the Black Runes.. possibly an assassin or a scout or undercover espionage over a month ago in Wayberry early on in the invasion. He may be moved on West or Southwest if still with the BlackRunes. It seems he reports - most likely - to the Inquisitor Darakus that rules the local area.. which the party had met previously.

Leaving town, getting some gear and their horses, they leave town for the Crakin estate. They arrive at the estate, under guard by some Crakin escorts. Meeting some of his childhood and teen years enemies: Dunbirk, Tyler and Kristin. and the patriarch of the Crakins, Ophelia Crakin.
After some tough and go negotiations, Doc and the fellowship learn that Doc's father and Ophelia's husband went out to together and she holds a extreme grudge.. as her husband perished. This was to find the plague that was affecting the Duress estate. So it seems Doc's father is held in a church or monastery to the North, once a rival winemaker as well.
Doc had a deep urge to go find and hopefully save his father so that was the next step after the party votes.

Traveling the party crosses a massive canyon with a long rope and wood bridge. The horses get restless and then skeletal hands burst out of the ground, pulling a horse down and the party is attacked by undead. After an eventful battle, the undead defeated, the Fellowship bind wounds and take a breath.
Next time, the old monastery..



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