Greetings Havenkeep Branch,
Kriv, thank you for filing a report so quickly. Normally, this would be Alendro’s job, but in his absence you have done the right thing. I could tell you were quite shaken up over the incident, and I want you to know that you have the full support of Blackwater Co. in this matter. We will not be aiding any authorities in regard to the fire incident, and should it be traced back to you, our attorneys will be on your side.
I will not comment further on the other events until I have received the “official” report, and am able to look at the situation from all perspectives. I assure you, the Paladin we hired is fully capable. Please remember that he was not hired to heal.
P.S. Remember, official reports must be an unbiased relation of exact facts. They must also be in common and with correct grammar and diction to the best of your abilities.
Tonight, our venture grew grave and now we have to make a choice…For now the night is gone and the wee hours of morning are draining on our group of four. Here I will try to recount the events as far and best as I can.
The day after our incounter with the crypt of goblins, I saw that we had grown in size of comrades, but only the shifty invoker and I were the only ones left ready to go this gloomy morning. Comrades were in their rooms nursing hangovers, eyes, or whatever other excuse they seem to come up with. Some I understood were hurt more than they wanted to admit, so we let it go at that. Pride of Men.
That morning the invoker and I were sitting at the bar of the Green Fairy eating the special of the morning and discussing what to do next. Applebe had another errand for us to do. While this was going, a shadow hovered over me. I ready my hand closer to my blade, but did not let the fool know that I knew he was there. The fool finally got smart and spoke. Stupid people seem to be everywhere these days. Come to find out this fool was a human paladin, named Rothick. He stated that he just arrived in Havenkeeps this morning, and man was this person soaked from the rain. He was sent by Blackwater co. to be a new comrade for the group. At this I rolled my eyes and thought great more lamb to the slaughter. The invoker and I feel this pally in on what been going so far in the city and what we done.
For the next two hours we spread out among the city’s patrons inquiring on the happenings of the town. We all came to find out that a low down dishonest adventuring group known as the Ravnwing adventuring Co. was expected in town in the next few weeks. This group may not be bad, but in our experiences they have taken contracts of ours, stole our credit to jobs we done, and just stealing our work. So to us this was not a good omen. We found out the Ravenwing have bought the closed shop of Mixed Potions and that was going to be converted to their HQ in Havenkeeps. To me this was not good. We have been here a week or so and have not have had any luck in setting up a HQ. Now a shady group was moving in. Time seem to be against us, as did this rain, which have not let up since we arrived. After more asking around about the shop we found out it was owned by the wealthy Digsbe family. We figured we would try and take the HQ from the Ravenwing Co. and get back at them. We were granted entrance and spoke with Digsbe, which that didn’t turn out well. We ended up being man handle out to Waterworks road, or thrown from his home. Our pally friend needs to learn to rein in his tongue. So we decided to go see Applebe since we were close by.
The three of us decided to go see our employer, to see what he wanted done this time. Applebe told us he wanted us to follow this Jefferson Flight, who he suspected was working on turning himself into a lich. He wanted information to confirm his thoughts on this person. After he told us where he could be found, no surprising he said the local brothel. I still had my doubts about our employer, but he was paying decent, so really I couldn’t complain.
After exiting Applebe’s home, we were approached by a fellow in a crimson cloak. He began to spouting that Applebe was using us, so he could destroy this Havenskeep. We followed this fellow to a more run down traven. He told us his man was Sam. We later found out it was Sam Nightweed. He offered us a job, which we sadly agreed to do. We had a deadline of completing this task by midnight. We asked our teifling server friend to gather information for us, while we took care of other business. I gave him 150 gold, which was more than fair in my eye.
We continued onward to the brothel, which sadly I don’t remember the name, I stood outside as my two comrades went in to ask around or find this Jefferson Flight. After which seemed to be 20 to 25 minutes of watching the area around the building, things got interesting. I heard the sound of wood breaking apart on the 2nd floor of the brothel and saw this crimson cloak fellow climbing down the lattice. I was thinking to myself what the hell is going on now. Then the two noisy fools that went in were out on the lattice as well. I asked what is going on with a body language, and was told to follow chase after this cloaked figure. The chase was on. I chased him for 20 minutes through town and finally stopped at a cave in the northeast gate wall. He went in, I ran back and gathered the other to and we made our way to the cave where I saw him enter. I don’t know what happened inside the brothel, it had slipped my mind to ask as I write this report.
Standing at the opening of the cave, we were wondering what to do from here. At the moment a shifter lady came falling out of the cave. She seems to have lost her memory, since she couldn’t tell us anything. We asked her if she wanted to go back in the cave and help us get a person we were after. She agreed. This is where this begins to go from bad to worst. Upon first entering, we found out this is out going be easy. There before us were eleven undead corpses moving around. So we engaged. Right away, things seem to go in our favor since we dropped 6 with our first assault. I was feeling good, thinking this isn’t so bad after all. Then things fell apart. Our invoker friend was hit hard, more zombies were coming the cliff of the pit, and the one you recruited for us was not healing. The surprise was up and our first assault was past us. The battle that resumed was crazy, everyone at this point was relaying on their experience and luck of not getting hit by this rotting corpses. Our shifter was a ranger, she was doing well till a new foe appeared a crossed the ravine and started throwing goo from its body, she was hurt badly then. I tried to charge across and get my blade and shield in its face to draw off its attack on our new ally, but as soon as I put my full weight on the bridge it collapsed under my weight. I ended up getting pulled back up by her. At this point surveying the battlefield. The invoker was barely standing, shifter was not doing good ether, and the pally was still fighting and not healing. I stepped in the way of the zombie fighting the invoker and traded blows, but before that I handed off one of my healing potions to the invoker so he could heal some. We got rid of the few zombies quickly after that. Then the focus of the goo throwing one drew our attendition. I worked my way down the cliff to begin my hike to the other side to try and get in combat. Arrows and magic was being fired as I worked my way over. I heard a loud crash to the side of me and when I looked there was the pally on his back. I just shook my head. We finally got the zombie dropped. We rested to get our selves pulled back together before we moved on. The last chamber was the worst fight to date. Before us stood a Death Lock, Hulking zombies, zombies. Before we could make a plan. Off went a arrow and the fight was on. Our paladin and ranger were thrown to the second floor of the chamber. I tried to drop the lock, but I was also thrown to the second floor where I found our ranger friend crumpled in a heap and Rothick defending off two zombies, which were beating him up pretty badly. I rushed over to help Rothick out and dropped one of the bloody things. The zombie hulk proved more of headache than the lock did sadly. After all was said and done, we climbed back up to the first floor and found this Jefferson Flight, which he with sudden movement cut off his own head and started to laugh. That was just freaky. We took the head back to the Applebe’s manor. We gave our report to him and took our pay and retired back to the Green Fairy for a rest.
We never did do the job that Sam Nightweed wanted. So that meeting was going to be something. The meeting with the Sam turned bad, I went out the back door and made my way back to Applebe’s manor to retrieve our head. I went and dug through his trash and found it. I had to hurry. I ran behind the inn and set the head of fire and let it burn to a crisp. Things were getting tense when I arrived back at the run down tavern. The invoker was on the floor wrapped in curtain and Rothick was wagging his tongue. I dropped the head on the table and backed away. Sam Nightweed partner began to peel away the skin. At this point something was wrong I sensed. The guy stated that this was not him. Then all hell broke loose. The invoker jumped up and tackled the barkeep. Sam and his partner drew their rods and Rothick went and tackled the barkeep too. Magic began to fly from Sam and his partner. I dashed to the back room to get the sleeping bystanders out of here since I new this was going to end badly if they stayed here. Rushing back to the wall next to the curtain I tried to talk to them, but they were hearing none of what I had to say. They were set on killing us. Rothick and the invoker rushed pass me and the barkeep followed after. I hurriedly glanced around the room and saw a door to the far right. I made a dash for it hoping it would lead me around back to the bar. I was making a plan up on the run. As I ran through the door I heard a scream from someone I didn’t know. As I came running through the curtain by the bar I dived behind it, so that I would be covered. That is where I found barrels of ale. At that point I made a gamble. I jumped up from behind the bar, grabbed the barrel of ale, and let it fly. It crashed went everywhere on the two attackers. I released my breath and ended the fight. There were to deaths in the tavern fire that night.
Blackwater Adventuring Co.