Journal of Tod P. Quasit for February 9th
So far, despite mighty
temptation, I have not attempted to use the ZAP, the Rage dust, the
Total Chaos. I have to talk to Zin again to ascertain the proper way of
taking the drug and the proper dosage.
On
February 9th we delved once again into the depths of the Undercity.
Vito and Sprat were no shows again. I fear they have gotten themselves
into something over their heads and we won't see them again until
spring. Velvet was missing, so Tyrriel decided to go it alone. I of
course couldn't leave Jibber alone. Last time that happened he tried
converting an entire brothel and was left for dead in a barrel out by
the river. Caryatid and Ylil joined us again which was awesome. So there
were seven of us.
We live in complete and utter fear of bees.
We
found the old seat of government for the ancient city. Indeed. We found
the bank. At first it seemed the bank was completely looted, but in a
false bottom drawer we found a key that was identical to the key that
was stuck in the vault door. Gulleck had the bright idea of locking the
vault and then removing the key that was there and trying the new one.
Wowser! It worked. He's a whole lot smarter then he looks.
There,
instead of the looted vault, was an empty room except for a pedestal
and on top of the pedestal was a lock box. Gulleck ran up to grab the
box but Tyrriel screamed for him to stop. She smelled a trap. And then
we spent the better part of three hours discussing how to proceed. The
thief actually discovered the box was on some sort of pad on the
pedestal. I figured the pad was just being held down by the box, but
when i went to hold the pad down, I noticed it actually had some
downward give. Back to the drawing board. We finally decided to just
tie a rope around it and pull it out of the vault with everyone outside.
A cage came crashing down. It would have killed me where I had been
standing a moment before and the box was still inside it. We managed to
pull the cage up and get the box out. The thief tried to pick the lock
but failed. Gulleck finally succumbed to his need for greed and broke
open the box while I supervised. Suddenly we were chocking on poison
gas. I nearly died. That was twice in as many minutes. After much
retching, we didn't die and found the box was full of jewels. Priceless
jewels. Actually, not priceless, but very valuable. Success.
Then
we went into the Hall of Records and looted a fountain full of coins
until I because absolutely overwhelmed by guilt for stealing the wishes
of long dead children. After I returned the coins, we started finding
cool things on the shelves. I felt a wash of dizziness and suddenly I
understood the intricate workings of the ancient Idalium bureaucracy.
Forms led to files. Files led to other files. More forms. More files.
Until I finally found what I was looking for, a wand confiscated from a
wizard who was abusing its power by scaring old ladies to death after
somehow getting himself written into their wills. Tyrriel found a cool
scroll. Plus we found lots of documents for Zin. And we found a seed
cake that says "EAT ME" in nuts, and a vile with a note that says "DRINK
ME". This is going to be drate.
We
killed some orcs, ignored some bandits until they left, and helped some
gnomes find their way home. We are, after all, at long last, truly The
Proper Authorities. And so, we went back out the Rusty Lantern, paid a
hefty tax, but still cleared quite a bit of money and some very nice
things.
I
have to go. Jibber and I are meeting Velvet and a person who Jibber met
at his last intervention at The Level Field. They are having a roasted
meat special. Velvet likes her meat. Apparently.
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