Players Present: Faldor Lockeheart, gevus, Morrin Telemnar, Mok, Tepal
NPC’s Present: Dannel of Tyr, Nova Moonstar, Thagaylian
What follows seems to be somewhat hard to read, as if whatever writing it was using a talon instead of a quill…
An Entry in the Rantings of
Morrin the Drunk Tellmemore
Commander of Drinks in the Raven’s Bluff War Pub
Sergeant of the Food in the Tree Lovers Rangers Division
Squire to the Keepers of the Mystical Flamingo’s, Birds Roost Inn
Morrin is asleep right now, seems he drank a little too much. Maybe he’ll wet the bed and I can harass him about it tomorrow. It would be oh so delightful.
Well, he can’t be too mad at me, he’s not be doing his entries lately anyways, right? On the bright side he loves this pesky journal too much to tear pages out.
So what happened last time, him and everyone else got some stupid letter about meeting in the Red Raven Hall. I guess they put out fires or something. Hah, Raven’s, they city should know better than to hire such inferior species, but I would never let myself be caught having to fly around hunting for fires. Hah!
So I got dragged along with Morrin and we ended up in the hall of the Red Birds. There were lots of people there! Lots of hopefuls who apparently wanted to be on fire patrol. Some Half-Elf, hey maybe Faldor should have a talk with her! Oh he’s bald now, too bad. I tried to have Morrin convince him to let me use his head as a roost, but Morrin wouldn’t go for it, something about not wanting to be made a pin-cushion or what not.
So we were standing there and the Half-Elf whose name I believe was Nova Moonstar. She went on about their being lots of arson in the city (probably because they use Ravens!) and wanted Adventurers to help out. So they were going to be testing several groups to see who was fit to be inducted as members of the Red Raven’s. I wasn’t too thrilled myself, I get enough fireballs thrown near me because of Mok the Not so Mighty, as it is, my feathers are flammable!
I guess my opinion doesn’t matter though, Morrin made me stay, though I suppose nothing can be worse than that forsaken mansion. So the group had to do three tests, amusingly I thought they might actually fail considering how they did on the first two, though I think I might have rather had Mok throw fireballs at me then deal with those kids again….
The first test consisted them of having to carry a ladder through a course. My oh my was it funny to sit and watch them do it. I even assisted by sitting on the ladder to help, you know to make sure they were actually qualified, fires are dangerous situations, you can’t expect the ladder to be perfectly symmetrical always. Mok and Morrin carried the ladder while Tepal, Gevus, and Faldor got to move hay bails out of their way. It was most amusing watching a Dwarf try to shimmy over a bail of hay, yes indeed. They finished at least and somehow made it on to round two.
I took a nap during round two. But from what Morrin told me they had to carry a bunch of water from a barrel to some buckets on top of a wall. I suppose they used some flying magic, Faldor’s Bag of Holding, and some of Gevus’s arachnobatics (Morrin is going to bar me from his room at this rate) to make it happen. Unfortunately they passed again and then were one of the lucky groups who the third test.
The third test consisted of dealing with some forsaken children. Clearly they were something out of a horror movie, give me a Wizard’s Mansion any day. Did I just say that!? The test was horrible, they had to teach
or so they were told a bunch of rug rats about fire prevention. Oh they tried all sorts of things. They made me and Pointy and the Doll do some redicules scenario about knocking a oil lamp over and putting it out. At least it proved that I, Ptera, am superior to some pesky Raven’s at fire suppression. Either way, the kids didn’t want to learn, they wanted this or that, one wanted a dagger! One wanted to learn magic! I think Morrin should have taught him how to throw fireballs just to spite the brat. Err. Maybe that would be a little cruel. Finally, Mok the Misnomer and Tepal started yelling at the kids to listen, it was kind of funny to see the kids get yelled at. Eventually the judges came in and told us we passed, somehow, I guess we were just supposed to put up with the kids for the whole time. Do I look like a babysitter? Next time I see a kid I am going to fly up to his face and do my best to be extra puffy, that should show them!
After that they got some gear and then all hell broke loose. Some fire was happening elsewhere in the Warehouse District. They all hopped on to some fire wagons, I flew, naturally, and went to the scene! Faldor, Gevus, Tepal, and Morrin all pumped water for the Red Raven’s while Mok broke out his Staff of Fire Extinguishing and working on suppressing them that way. Why does the city pump water when they have staffs that do that? Probably because they follow a Raven. Either way, all of the people pumping water eventually wore out, but the fires were out, so it didn’t matter.
After words some of the Fire Officials informed the lot that they felt the fires were being set and they would appreciate it if we looked into it. We were going to go home and get a nights rest and then some children approached Tepal, I think the other Children had their moods afoul because the whole thing ended again with Mok yelling. Finally we got some city guard to take the children someplace elsewhere. They said they couldn’t find their parents, but we later learned the real deal of it.
Finally we headed back to the Red Raven’s to drop off the gear and call it a night. While we were leaving we saw some flames come from a nearby alley. So of course we went to investigate. We run into some dude, who later identified himself as Thagaylion a "Diplomat from Thay (or as Faldor likes to go on about, a Red Wizard, maybe he should try and find a wife from Thay, maybe it would help him resolve his issues with them, it would make for such a great tale!). Morrin and Mok went to talk with him and his Hellhounds (who has Hellhounds!?) about what he was up to and why he had Hellhounds (seriously!?). Fella was kind of a jerk, I would have pee’d on him if I could have gotten away with my feathers not on fire. Eventually guy get’s angry because Morrin and Mok won’t apologize and threatens to call the guards. Eventually he does blow his whistle, Morrin told him to go back on his stroll. Guy starts to leave and then stops.
Morrin and I turn back around to see Faldor turning some sort of Were-creature (which they corrected they were not cursed just were like that in their natural form) into a pin-cushion because it had shifted while approaching Tepal. The one he shot died, the others immediately said they were sorry and had not meant to be offensive. Guess they come from some far off place, not used to the customs around here. They were the children that Tepal insulted accidentally earlier, had come back to apologize. Apparently they weren’t actually children, just were trying to blend in, were actually Wolf-Were’s (because that seems so much better than Werewolf).
Long story short, Mr. Diplomat stuck around long enough to watch in amusement, some city guards were called, Faldor had to go see the judge next day for attacking them, though because of the misunderstanding it was a rather grey issue. Guess they learned their lesson. Even I admit, looking back, that the whole thing stunk worse than Morrin’s room after he’s been messing around with his stupid Alchemy.
After that we called it a night.
The next morning we went to Faldor’s trial, I got left outside with the others. I even left Rajah alone, didn’t try to steal one of Rajah’s whiskers. I felt to bad for the poor cat, he was clearly worried about Faldor.
I’m not sure what happened exactly but from what I gather, some judge named Rupert T. Hangman. Apparently an old aquaintance of the groups (before I was around) was present, some Dannel of Tyr or whatnot, and Mr. Thay showed up again to give testemony. Anyways, Faldor got off with being charged on Assault with wounding. Morrin seems to think it made sense, said that Faldor overreacted but was justified in assuming they were a threat. I think Morrin was actually worried about Faldor. He didn’t make a single joke about his baldness the night before or for the entire day!
After the trial some messenger from the Fire Marshall came to see the group, something about a Cult in Crow’s End dedicated to fire or something along those lines. Also apparently a Helm of Brilliance, and a Large Adamantine Cup thought to be powerful had both been stolen. They were told to try and the Red Sail Tavern.
More fire, just great, it’s all fun and games unless your covered in flammable material.
So they all headed, and by virtue of that me as well, to the Red Sail Tavern. On our way we met a boy who Faldor recognized from a previous adventure. Apparently they weren’t doing well so several items were bought for far more than they were worth, Faldor gave them a whopping 500 gold pieces. Boy asked us, he was polite too, to walk him and his grandfather home. We get to their home and head inside because a storm was brewing. Soon after it started raining, except the rain looked like blood. Remembering that the boy’s tackle box was still outside, Mok and Faldor ran out to grab it but in the process seemed to start acting funny. Mok came running back in screaming about something while Faldor was just staring out there. Morrin, in his infinite brilliance, tried using his cloak to protect him and ran outside to grab Faldor and seemed to fall under the effect of whatever was happening too. Eventually they were brought back inside and while Mok and Faldor recovered quickly, Morrin was out of it for a while. We heard some screaming outside, Mok did some magic stuff and ran out trying to help people… Naked I might add. Never seen a naked Half-Orc before, can’t say I want to again either.
Finally the rain stopped and the father, Thomas, mentioned he had seen a man inside a nearby building the other night doing some fishy (Need to remember to tell Morrin to buy some more while I’m thinking about it). The man apparently went up in flames and vanished. The group then went to inspect this building only to find it burned down.
Then we went to the Red Sail Inn, on the way we saw the Veil rolling in, which was red of all things, so everyone runs inside to escape it. Once inside the group was quickly approached by some guy named Gov Lander, apparently he was part of the great Red Raven’s too. I flew over to a perch to be away from all of it. But from what Morrin said the fella knew some stuff about the Cult and gave them some basic information on getting in. I watched Gevus go over to some people and talk for a minute before coming back, his shoulders slightly hunched, guess it didn’t go well. Mok then headed over, bought them some drinks, and eventually came back looking a little more successful.
Guess they were members of this cult we were looking for and Mok managed to get the info about their meeting place. Blasted bipedals, who makes a cult about burning things, don’t they know that’s dangerous to us with fur and feathers! The group then tried to go to the meeting place, amusingly to get in everyone had to shave, I would have thought Faldor would be happier to be joined in his baldness, but he didn’t really seem so. Thankfully I got to keep my feathers. We all go in, eventually we ended up creeping down some tunnel, I did my best to hide in Morrin’s cloak, not that I was afraid, it’s just a matter of me being flammable and too beautiful to risk being shaved. That’s it.
We follow some blasted tunnel for a while, there were some people chanting, why are people always chanting. Even Morrin does it sometimes when he’s fooling around with arcane tombs. We finally find a large room with a bunch of people in it. Opposite the entrance was some man performing some kind of idiotic ritual, he’s doing something with some flask and it bursts into flames consuming him. As usual people are stunned when their magic goes wrong and nobody was moving. I quickly flew to a nice wooden beam sticking out of the wall opposite the consumed man and watched while the rest of the brilliant adventurers decided it was a good idea to approach. Yeah, they say I’m dumb.
Of course from the fire rises out a big old elemental of some sort, Morrin and Mok later worked to identify as some bastardized Fire Elemental called a Pyre Elemental from Ravenloft (which explains why the Ritual went wrong). Fighting ensued, I stayed back, fire is bad. Of course, they killed them blasted thing and good riddance. We solved they mystery! Kind of. Either way the cult was temporarily not doing any more arson.
Blast it, Morrin is waking up. No time to hide, best to act asleep. Why did I just write that down?
Familiar of Morrin
All Powerful and Might Rhamphorhynchus
500 GP Emerald→ Each
Oil of Impact→ Mok, Morrin, Faldor
Oil of Sharpness→ Tepal, Gevus
Fire Suit→ Mok
The following is found at the bottom of the journal entry. The first line and every other line after is written in a much more flowing handwriting while the 2nd line and every other line after is written in the same sloppy scribble that the journal entry is in.
Note to self, buy a cage for Ptera.
I’ll pee in your ale.
You do realize I buy your food right?
You do realize I can spill ink on your spellbooks.
Do you want to be cat food? I’m sure Rajah wouldn’t mind.
You wouldn’t dare.
Well, your right, that would be wasteful, Mok did recently teach me how to cast Fireball, I could use some target practice.