The Shackled City
Karamus Entry 14
Karamus opened the door to his home quietly as he figured everyone was asleep inside. He silently made his way into the den and climbed up into a chair and ended his long walk with a sigh of relief. Just as he closed his eyes a light flicked on which brought his senses to bare. He caught the smell of perfume of honeysuckle scent and the sound of a twitching tail, “Turn that wretched light off.” he growled.
“I was wondering when you would show up.” said a female voice followed by the person sitting in a chair nearby.
The old cansin opened up his eyes and blinked several times to get use to the light. His scowl turned to a grin as he looked upon a tiefling woman, “Yeah, just need a place to hide out for a bit till things blow over.”
The tiefling gave a mock surprised gasp, “And you thought of little ol’ me? How touching.” she said with a wink. She then stood and Karamus could see that she was barely dressed as if she had truly been in bed before his arrival. “Come on you.” she said over her shoulder with a wicked grin.
The old cansin looked over his shoulder as he opened the door to the bedroom back at the tiefling as she slept soundly. He exited the room and made his way down the hallway back to the den where he went through the desk and found an old book which he blew the dust off of. He then settled down in the chair and opened it up, “There has to be something here about that blasted group below Cauldron…” he mutters and began to read.
Well, we finally have gotten back to Cauldron from our little adventure to Sigil and I must say, it is different now that my sister is here. My long journey to set her free has been finished and I suddenly find myself without a goal. Well, there is the Silver Phoenix still and their goal to stop the city from being destroyed and their souls enslaved and such. I figured, what the hell, these guys certainly bring a ton of money my way.
So after settling back in, we got a summon from Tyro the dwarf merchant wanted to see us about a job that he needed done. All hush-hush and such. So me and the boy went back to the group, picked them up and headed off to talk to a dwarf. I’m starting to get annoyed by dwarves.
Turns out Tyro was actually Meerthan in disguise. I need to remember to talk with him about his choice of disguise and how dwarves aren’t the best option to go with. Anyhow, he explained a chap named Fario had been spying and got pinched and was now being interrogated by the Last Laugh. I couldn’t help but show my joy at the news of this event. I can strike at the Last Laugh and get paid? How does this get any better?
Naturally the group agreed to free Fario before he coughed and headed out to the safe house that he was being held in. We argued for a but on the best way to get the poor bastard out and settled on the magical recon first. Bransen used his locate object to narrow down the search and then Greymouse peeked inside his brain…er, used his brain to peek inside the house. I don’t know what the frak he does honestly. He could have been mentally undressing all of us…no, no no…damn, didn’t want that imagine in my head at all.
Back to the topic at hand. Greyrat stated that he could produce a doorway into the room that had Fario in it. We all agreed and got ready. He then mentally produc…ah gods damn it. We teleported into the sodding room where we caught the woman by surprise and convinced her at my sword point that it was a good idea to surrender which she was all to happy to agree to.
With Fario and the lady in tow, we made our way back to Meerthan who was happy and shocked that we had completed the task so quickly. Fario then explained that some sort of meeting was going down at House Rhiavadi and all of the big players were going to be showing up. So naturally in our desire to…help…people, we agreed to figure out what was going on at the meeting. Yeah, and guess who got stuck with the stakeout duty? Yeah, me.
So I spent half the day sitting on a rooftop scooping out the building. The damn thing was a fortress with hundreds of little security features that would make a shadow agent blush with envy. Not that I blush… shut up. The point being that the only way inside was, frankly, to kick in the front door after having waded through a score of half orc mercenaries. So Greyhampster did his mental peek-a-boo thing again and that’s when the whole mess became clear. All of the big wigs in the city with a black heart were at this meeting and they wanted to make sure that their final event was going to go off without a problem. And that meant putting a stop to the one group stupid enough to throw wrenches. Which meant that everyone we had messed with from start till now was at the meeting and all of them had business with us and it was now open season on all silver phoenixes. I just got off the damn dead book. I don’t need to get back into it just yet.
My second thought was that of my sister and how she needed to get clear of the city in a hurry. Oh yeah, and that group of squatters too. We got them ushered off to an inn with a monkey and then decided that we should go chat up the one guy who wasn’t at the meeting, the mayor. Time to shake up the politics.