Monday, 16 August 2010

Their Fated Travels...(Chapter 18) Digging Up The Truth

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Their Fated Travels…




RPG Party events as told By Lory Cozens

Second Treatment, plot co-ordinating, editing by Robert James Freemantle



Chapter 18

Digging Up the Truth







Extract form the diary of Maestro:

Day 42

What a right bloody mess this is. Not only am I involved with yet another priest but now I have to break into a temple, as if breaking into the grand hall of Ulrich’s temple wasn’t bad enough. If we have to deal with another manifestation of chaos at the end of this I will actually believe that the church is just another one of the ways they lure you onto the path of evil. I have my suspicions anyway!





Extract from the diary of Dieter:

Day 42

It seems as if I have made a very good impression upon the guild master, the hairy footed scoundrel that he is. He seems to think that I have potential. Hah not that I need him to tell me that. In fact he told me of the secondary mission while we are to infiltrate the temple. While the other’s steal several artefacts from the vaults, I’m to assassinate the temple’s high priest, to which I do not see the point as I have no reason to kill this person - well maybe none other than he is a religious zealot. I dislike them almost as much as halflings and all we seem to do as a group is kill anyway. So much blood on my hands, like always. So many bodies like always. Death.





Extract from the diary of Rissandrea:

Day 43

I feel like the thieves eyes are always watching us - it’s unnerving to say the least.

This next week can not go fast enough for me. Tordrad also seems uneasy here. Perhaps he is expecting a dagger in his back at any moment. I have noticed it before, the way he holds himself trying to find places where they might take him by surprise. It’s almost as if he’s been in the position of a bodyguard for a very long time. I wonder whose employ he was under before he came to the Empire. However, the language barrier makes it hard to ask about such things.





Extract from the diary of Tordrad:

Day 44

Cowards who strike from shadows, cannot stand them. I have urge to do something, can’t stand around doing nothing for whole week. Wizard seems distressed, say something about vision, perhaps he need new spectacles. Too many spectacles as is. Has me carry them in sack for him. Spectacles for everything. Idiot enough to think they all work. Perhaps idiot enough to be right!





Extract from the diary of Maestro:

Day 44

I decided to perform the omen spell in hopes of finding out some information about our current situation. There’s always a chance of this spell backfiring and showing me false information. I have a feeling that this is one of those times, as my vision showed me on my back having my face licked by a dog! I could not tell if it was Ulger as its bloody great big tongue was in the way. Great big lickity spittly thing. The next thing I saw however still has me a little bit worried. It was a vision of Tordrad and he was in chaos armour! The colour and symbols upon it signified Khorne. If it holds true, it is possible that we may have just dressed our Kislevite companion in that armour in an attempt to infiltrate a cult, but I might just have to keep an eye on him to be safe. Even if it’s not true, it could still hide some underlying other matter. You never fully know with the winds of magic, the blue wind of azyr especially!





Extract from the diary of Tobias:

Day 45

I’ve found a map of the entire compound which I handed to Dieter this morning. Hopefully he’ll make good use of it, as I cannot read the words upon it. It is possible that this is the thieves’ tongue I have heard about. Tordrad uses something similar called battle tongue, a mix of common used words and hand signs, when written however there are some odd symbols interwoven with the words that make it even harder to understand. What’s even more odd is that it was in my own handwriting…But surely that couldn’t be the case.





Extract from the diary of Dieter:

Day 45

This map is of little use as I cannot read it, however it does give a good idea of the layout of this place. I doubt we can just walk out of here unnoticed, too many people here are watching us, looking for the moment to strike. I feel even more uneasy with so many eyes watching me. I wouldn’t be surprised if Ranald is in on this with Morr now.





Extract from the diary of Maestro:

Day 46

We’ve been cooped up here for five days now.

I’ve had no chance to study the stars and hopefully divine a way out if this bloody mess. Although Dieter tells me that based on what he saw of the tunnel in that house before, it is quite possible that either tonight or tomorrow night they might execute their plan - about time too. There’s only a certain amount of times I can read the same book, even if it’s the one I’m writing!





Extract from the diary of Tobias:

Day 46

Dieter had instructed me to thin out the numbers in this guild every night. I could see the need for this. Easier said than done as people may notice a missing member of their organization quite easily and taking out several people a day will definitely be noticed.





Extract from the diary of Rissandrea:

Day 47

Tomorrow night is when we are to make our way to the dig site, although we already know where it is. We had agreed not to mention this as it could get us in serious trouble and possibly having to fight our way out of here.





Extract from the diary of Dieter:

Day 48

Tonight’s the night. The four of us are heading out and we are being ‘accompanied’ by four other guild members. I know we’re not completely trusted by the guild master and these fellows will probably be watching our every move from here on out and I wouldn’t put it past them to put a dagger in our backs and leave us for the watch to deal with.



Extract from the diary of Tobias:

Day 48

I was able to get the keys to both Tristran’s cell and the armoury. Perhaps I can ‘borrow’ some of their equipment. I think the last key on this bunch leads to a possible treasury, after the Verenian warrior priest completes his arrests here I will relive them of their excess money. They’ll never notice it gone, I’m sure.



Extract from the diary of Tordrad:

Day 48

We broke into temple from below. Not the best idea wizard has had but I recognise look in his eyes. He has plan. This makes me worried as wizard’s plans blow up like poorly cared for Streltsi handgun and those who do that, are not considered worthy of their weapons. Hopefully he won’t need to use plan.



Extract from the diary of Maestro:

Day 48

We’ve split up into two groups: Myself, Rissandrea, Tordrad and three of our guides are going to steal some items from the reliquary, whilst Dieter and the last remaining guide are going off to perform some other task.



As we entered the grand hall I decided it was time to throw my plan into action!







Maestro stopped walking and leaned on his staff for support, he began to shake, initiating his fake dramatic purpose.

“There is something else here, something evil that wants us gone from this place!” warbled the wizard, fear in his voice as he tried not to appear to fall further to the floor by gripping his staff even tighter. The three thieves with them looked at one another and wondered what he was talking about as Maestro suddenly shot back up, a hand held out in front of him, he was chanting words to a spell and his eyes were glowing with aethyric energy. To the thieves who knew little of magic, they thought he was being possessed by something. Tordrad knew otherwise as he bent down slightly and swept Rissandrea up and onto his shoulder, dashing as quickly as he could to get them out of whatever crazy spell Maestro was about to cast. If one were to have looked directly at Rissandrea’s face at that moment in time they would have seen her blush from the sudden close contact and the way she was being carried.







Extract from the diary of Rissandrea:

Day 48

Tordrad surprised me with his sudden actions today, although I can not blame him for what he did, as he was just trying to get me out of harm’s way. I should not have reacted as I did however. It just goes to prove that I need to focus more on my training.







Maestro threw several brass coins out onto the floor and raised his staff into the air, a powerful gust of wind swirled around him like a hurricane and spread outwards away from the wizard, picking up the coins and loose bits of rock from the flagstones which in turn crashed into the glass of the stained glass windows shattering them and sucking the broken shards into the vortex, making it even deadlier as all these combined made contact with the thieves dealing various lacerating wounds to them, almost killing them outright - if it wasn’t for Rissandrea moving in to heal them after Maestro’s spell had ended.



Meanwhile Dieter was having his own ideas of how to deal with the man following him, he was sure he could defeat him if he was careful enough with his actions. He had a plan and it wasn’t his best considering how much trouble he was in with the Gods as it stood, but hopefully Myrmidia was a little more willing to listen. Silently he spoke and as he did so his vision seemed to shimmer as if the area he was in was producing a huge degree of heat. Heat and magic

A woman with shoulder length raven hair and copper tanned skin appeared before Dieter. She was carrying a spear in one hand and a shield in the other. She was currently standing with her back to him as he gasped, giving himself away to her. She turned around and her eyes were fully focused on the would be doctor.



Her gaze made him feel uneasy as her voice echoed through his head, “You, who have angered Morr, call for my aid in my own temple, Ulrich has spoken well of you and I have yet to make my own mind up about your actions. This time I shall give you the benefit of the doubt mortal and hope that you will not dishonour my judgment.”

She raised the arm that she held her shield in, from which the light from all the candles reflected off it and was directed towards the thief. Though she was a mere apparition, and an invisible one at that to the thief, the light was real enough to blind his vision, which gave Dieter a chance to knock the man unconscious with a well aimed blow to the back of the head.





Extract from the diary of Dieter:

Day 48

Myrmidia is rather an intriguing deity and somewhat foolish at times I believe, but her help has given us a chance to end this little crime ring without much effort on our part. Although I hear Maestro went too far with his little act as it got the watch involved. Our warrant papers were still effective enough to get us out of trouble though. Once the Goddess had disappeared, a tome was all that was left on the ground where she had been standing. I will have to study this book in more detail when I get the chance.





Maestro’s diary:

Day 48

We decided to make our way back to the warehouse that held the secret entrance to thieves’ guild, inside we found Tobias counting several piles of coins. At first glance I would have estimated around two thousand coins, a small pile of copper pieces and silver and a larger pile of gold coins which made up the majority of the coins, Dieter is insistent that it shall be split between us.





Rissandrea’s diary:

Day 48

I found Tristran in another room that contained several barrels. He had removed the lid from one of them to reveal a green substance that I instantly recognised as powdered warpstone. We informed the others and Dieter found a shipping form that had an address leading to tavern in the Grafsmund Nordgarten. I fear what we may find there. Oh dear.