Session 38: Ominous Winds, Dark Whispers

General Summary

Session 22 JAN 2020: As we recover from our day’s adventures, an old man walking with a cane comes into the bar. Olina keeps an eye on him, but leaves him alone. He appears to e a bit down on his luck and without means. Det engages him in friendly conversation and gives a free beer. He says that he’s had a hard year, and that he was supposed to meet someone in the city, but that they didn’t connect. We don’t recognize the name, as it seems inconsequential. He’s from Neverwinter, and he lost a lot of his belongings on the way. When Det tips him a gold piece, I have an insight that he’s the delivery boy for Lily’s curse! I attempt to gut-shot him, but he’s wily. Roll for initiative!   The old man was really a demon! With a fire-breathing devil dog! We find 275gp, a letter, and a black stone on a thin chain resembling a drop of thick, dark liquid. Shortly after going through its pockets, it turns to ash and disappears. We think it may have been a Cambion-type demon, and we also remember that demons killed while away from their home plane will revert back to said plane. Lorin reads the letter, which she can read its Abysssal writing, and it looks like a writ/contract that specifies our deaths! IT doesn’t seem directly Demonic; rather, it seems like a dashed-off note. And the bounty is only worth 20 platinum! How insulting!   So, we decide to head north, towards Neverwinter Woods. We Message Mirt about watching the bar, and he agrees; we feel that the bar is an obvious place to target us, and we don’t want to endanger our people (or our investment). We decided to try for a galley or longship heading north out of port towards Neverwinter; failing that, we’ll buy some horses and ride north. We take shifts through the night, with the plan for leaving in the morning.   During Lorin’s watch, she encounters Keela Wintersbane, who claims to be a “reporter”-type that writes the broadsheets for Waterdeep. She claims to want to write a piece on TST, and Lorin plays at being a server (rather than part-owner) of the bar. Keela brushes past Lorin and into the bar, waiting for the “owners” to arrive. AFter a bit, we all start to wake up and Lorin warns us of this alleged reporter downstairs.   WE all come down, bit at a time, and check this lady out. She seems to be exactly who she says she is, and so I regale her with a story, totally truthful I assure you, about killing the Troll during Trolltide. She agrees to come back later for more stories; she works for the Waterdeep Wazoo.   Det and Lily go gem shopping for Det’s super-spells and check out the port for northbound ships suitable for our purposes. Lorin and I go to the Blackstaff Tower to try to convince The Blackstaff to let us use the city’s teleportation circles, but we roll for-shit, and the Lady says No. So, boats it is!