Savage Portland

On Courts and Justice

A man was brought to trial for several crimes, including the suspicion of murder in a small colony. None who testified saw this man actually kill anyone, and all only knew him by association with a new and ruthless gang of which the village had just been cleansed. One of the deceased was questioned, only to find that she did not know her attacker. The man would say nothing in his defense, save that he would fight back from beyond the grave at those who passed justice upon him.

Two arguments were made for how to try the man: in the colony under their own rule so as to get the matter settled quickly, or on the mainland so as to get the man a fairer trial than the settlers would divulge.

Is it wise to pass judgement on the man on the strength of his associations with an illicit group? When lacking direct evidence for a great crime, is not defending one’s innocence the same as admitting one’s guilt? Is it wise to sentence him more harshly than normal in order to not drain the resources of the village?

Cerat's Musings, Part the Next

After meeting with Lady Vanderboren at her residence, we traveled to the vault to assist in retrieving our payment. Accompanying us on this journey was the Acolyte that Aesmarele mentioned in her letter.

Once in the basement of the castle, we were shown to a short hallway. Lady Vanderboren fitted her signet ring into a socket on the door and the whole area glowed momentarily with a faint blue light. The door opened easily enough, but inside was an Iron Cobra. The construct only managed to inject venom into one of us, and after it was defeated we proceeded to search the room for the treasure that we all assumed to be there.

A recessed switch was found in one of three identical pillars in the room, and inside were seven images of monsters, each with more eyes than the last. Throughout the whole vault area was the same eight-pointed star symbol. This room had it in the ceiling, with a red ray pointing to the entrance.

We sat around trying to push what seemed to be some kind of lock around the room and trying to puzzle out some meaning from the riddle. Finally, our halfling decided to try his hand at picking the mechanism and several hours later, we had access to the inner rooms.

Lady Vanderboren inspected the contents of the vault, and was dismayed to find merely a few silvers in each coffer but the last. In that hold were two ledgers showing numerous accounts owing debts to the Vanderboren house which had never been collected. Additionally, there was enough gold and gems for her to pay us what was due from our last mission.

Asking upstairs, the clerk in charge of the castle told us that no one could possibly have gotten in or out of the vault without the proper signet ring. He looked up the records and it seems that a Vanthis Vanderboren had signed his way in a few times over the previous weeks. Since no other person had accessed the vault, this must be where the money from the other coffers has gone.

Vathis is the name of Lady Vanderboren’s missing brother, long presumed by her to be dead. It seems that he was never the same after their parents passed away, and he may have fallen in with the wrong crowd. He found a woman somewhere who had a reputation as a pickpocket, and after staying at the Vanderboren residence for a time, left for the Azure District.

Traveling to the Azure District, we looked around for some of the brothels Vanthis was known to frequent. One of the serving wenches remembered someone matching the description we gave, but hadn’t seen him in a while. Another person was able to tell us that his associate was one Brissa Santos, a well known pickpocket in Shadowshore.

It seems that neither Vanthis nor Santos has been seen in the Azure District for some time. We may need to dig some more into Vanthis’ past to find out who he fell in with during the time after his parents’ death. It seems that he was working on a plantation, presumably in the Sunrise District, shortly before it, and his change from the brother Lady Vanderboren knew as a child may have started there.

And, of course, there’s always more bars and brothels that we can search.

Fare the well, my faithful friends.
In which Aesmarele says her goodbyes.

It has been an interesting time among you all, but I have been called by the Shining Light to another path, one that requires me to stay on here at the temple. Part of my new duties will provide me an opportunity to research the dream that we shared. I pray to the Shining One that you all shall be safe in your actions, whatever they may be. Please stop by the temple whenever you have need of its services or if you just want to chat.

There is a young acolyte here with whom I’ve shared our current journeys. Once thought a savage, he was called by the Shining Light to leave his land and come to ours. However, his heart is too free to be confined to the temple. He is on an errand at the moment, but I will send him to you on his return.

May the Shining Light of Pelor brighten your darkest times,

~Aesmarele Innersol

Narn en' Tanans


Mani marte? Sii’, n’at mellonea mainke harma en’ lye, nan’ amin nae lemba ten’ ilnae en’ tug ten’ lema ale’ i’me’a en’ rond lante no’ lye.

Ale’ re en’ esta ar’ poika tuulo’ ‘kshapsae en Aesmarele (aa’ menealle nauva calen ar’ malta) amin deanamnae entulien uin yassen mellonea n’alaquel a’ i’ilm. Er edan en’ Calen-Tincmaegrim nae ba, nan’ koltaur en’ Turij nae sane ten’ kolein i’n’at nelde edan a’ i’yaana ten’ fallanien.

N’alaquel ie’ i’ilm, lye mae ten’ ner harma nan’ utue feuyian gorlianterim. Sii’ amin sinta gorga en’ Gurren, lalai. I’simbe aru simbe en’ i’gorlianterim kware parma en’ tengwa quenta yassen nir’ essaio en’ Calen-Tincmaegrim.

Eller vithel nae ure sambe quanta en’ lingian rothlanne’ ar’ n’taurn poldora talan amin lante imya. Lova handasse. E’ n’alaquel en’ i’sambe nae olin marde corian a’ sambe kwarian mahalma en’ malda, nan’ aiya, i’mahalma nae ilanwa. Lekmee nyarian en’ i’lirva en’ i’ilm nae eller vithel.

Lye tampe n’alaquel ie’ i’yaana ten’ utuneian i’edanea ten’ sinta en’ essaio e’ i’parma, nan’ ron dine. Lye kele menlyea ten’ mae sintar e’ i’tal. Amin aute pelennor en’ cirya nan’ ilutue ai’er en’ sinta, san’ aute kaim fallan ten’ lanta imya i’talan en’ amin.

Vanya sulie.

Tanans Adihanr


What happened? Well, the others sold our loot, but I stayed behind because I was not in any condition for adventuring after the chandelier fell on us.

With a day’s rest and Aesmarele’s spells (May your ways be green and golden) I was able to accompany my friends back to the mansion. One of the Green Daggers was dead, but we borrowed Turij’s cart to carry the other three to the temple for healing.

Back at the mansion, we searched for more treasure but ran into a lot of nasty spiders. I know what Gurren does not like now, haha. The room next to the spiders had a ledger containing many names of the Green Dagger Gang.

There was also a big room full of hanging sheets and a weak floor which I fell through. Stupid. In the back of the room was a secret corridor leading to a room with a grand golden throne, but alas, the throne was fake. There was also a letter telling of the sickness of the house.

We stopped back by the temple to question the men about the names in the book, but they were silent. We then split up to investigate other areas of the city. I went to the docks but did not find any information, then went to get sleep and heal from my fall through the floor.

Fair winds.

Tanans Adihanr

Cerat's Musings, Part I

I arose today and went to meet with Theldrat Meldorp about his books around the hour of 8 bells. Having no trouble finding the neighbourhood, I arrived at what appeared to be his shoppe, only to find a woman inside with rather a large bag slung over her shoulder. After inquiring as to the location to make certain I was correct, she responded that this was, in point of fact, her shoppe, and furthermore that she had never even heard of Master Theldrat. I most humbly apologized and crossed the street to a tavern where several strangers were breaking their fasts.

Approaching one of the gentlemen, I asked whither the shoppe I was searching for might be and he informed me that I was, in fact, standing across the street from it. By this time, others were noticing the queer actions of the woman inside, and wandering over I attempted to get a passing Half-Elf to run and alert the Watch. The insolent man simply ran around the house to where there had been heard a large ruckus. I pursued him to attempt to send him off for the watch, and wound up descrying a Halfling through the closed window, endeavouring to hide in the shadows under its sill.

Finally, Master Theldrat arrived and we attempted to explain the situation to him. By this point, the woman was sobbing and trying to blame the whole matter on we who had attempted to redress the grievance we saw. But, as soon as a place was cleared in the front of the shoppe, she attempted to steal away into the early morning. One of the men standing near stabbed hear through the shoulder with a dagger, and she was soon lying unconscious in the road. While she was being bound, the Halfling also attempted to escape and was similarly subdued.

As the pair of would-be thieves amoke, a new round of questioning began and more turmoil (and probably a headache on Master Theldrat’s part) ensued. Master Theldrat noticed that a certain key which had been his inheritance was stolen and we questioned the prisoners about it.

We learned from the prisoners that there was a third member of their expedition, a certain Half-Orc named Irontusk. Master Theldrat entreated our group to go after the criminal and we pursued his scent to the docks, where he was descried loading crates onto a boat. Our motley crew gave chase and the Half-Orc bounded away across the wharf.

What followed next was a haze of feathers, fire and battle. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as we pursued the Half-Orc who we assumed held the Master’s precious key. Slipping on boats and jumping gaps between the barges, I managed to land in the boat where he was attempting to escape. Unfortunately, a single smash from the Half-Orc’s club sent stars spinning around my head.

When I came to my senses, the Half-Orc was unconscious on the deck of a borrowed fishing boat. Turij owns a cart, and using it we were able to bring Irontusk back to Master Theldrat’s shoppe. Chained in irons, we questioned the prisoner, who did not have the key on him. Through him, we learned that there is an organisation he works for called the Green Dagger Gang. I have impressed upon our Halfling the need to reclaim his honour by following the Half-Orc to see what leads that may turn up. Sending them off together may not have been a wise decision.

Upon further study of the blank book entrusted to me by my last teacher at the Academie, I have learned that it is indeed already prepared for the recording of magical spells. The ink as well seems to be devoted to this purpose, and so I have to begin another letter of thanks to the old man for such an amazing gift.


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