Fred

Fred is one of the priests at the Church of Shelyn. He is a large man who enjoys his excesses.

Gwen

Gwen is the High Priest at the Church of Saranrae. She is the priest that Gritt initially angered when he dumped a troop of prisoners at her church without an explanation

Slyvana

Slyvana is the Priestess of Shelyn that first spoke with Sparrowhawk. She is one of three priests that attend the Shrine of Sheyln

Ch 2, Part 2: Outbreak

A Damsel in Distress

The heroes escort Trinia to the outlying village of Harse; the three day by horseback is uneventful and Trinia is safely dropped off at the Blackbird Ranch. There they meet Jason Adriel, an old adventuring partner of Vencarlo. Mandraiv contemplates making a move on Trinia but decides its not worth his time.

Outbreak

The heroes return to Korvosa to find a city in quarantine. They stop by the Church of Saranrae to find it inundated with the sick. There are more victims then there are a spells and the churchs of Korvosa seem to be powerless to stop the ravages of the plague.They also learn that the plague has been most concentrated in High Point and Old Korvosa.

The heroes visit Field Marshall Kroft and arrive just in time to see her addressing her guard. She is instructing them to obey the commands of the Queen's physicians and her new personal guard, the Grey Maidens. The heroes are then introduced to the Queen's physician, Doctor Davaulus who was called upon by the Queen (from distant Chelliax) to save her city. He seems sincere and is busy discussing plans with the field marshal to save the city.

The heroes also receive a job from the Field Marshal to investigate reports of body bearers failing to deliver the dead from Old Korvosa

The Hungry Dead

The heroes track down the source of missing bodies, where they discover some vampires living in a adjacent shop. The heroes of course kill them and find the body of the owner in the shop. They also discover a key to safety deposit box at the Bank Of Abadar

They then visit the bank where Grit intimidates his way through a crowd of people seeking healing. Inside they gain access to the safety deposit book where they reward themselves with its contents. They also purchase restoration healing for Artox and are then given a job by the duty priest. To investigate claims that someone has found a cure for the disease.

The Colour of Death

The heroes investigate a perfume seller by the name of Vendra who is selling cures for 2gp. After some investigation they discover she is fraud and manage to secure enough evidence to support their claims. They report this to the Bank of Abadar but Vendra is long since gone. Nevertheless her fraudulent scheme is ended.

Encounter	Grit	Justin	Mandraiv	Sparrowhawk	Sol	Watson
Pre-Session	9,922	7,522	8,722	7,822	7,522	8,122
Journal	300		300	300	300
Escorting trinia	133	133	133	133	133	133
Vamps	800	800	800	800	800	800
Getting past the crowd at the bank of abadar	100	100	100	100	100	100
Dealing with Vendra	400	400	400	400	400	400
Total	11,655	8,955	10,455	9,555	9,255	9,555

* JASON. You are 45xp from 4th level, however you may level if you wish.

Concerning Reports

Concerning Reports

When Dahninos had ascended to the position of High Banker, he knew the new title would prove challenging. He looked out over Axis from his balcony, through the streets and spires, all perfectly aligned and orderly asthey should be and allowed himself a brief smile as he watched the messengers delivering the hourly balance sheets. They darted with precision and grace around the city staying respectfully clear of the clergy, merchants and visiting rulers and their guardians. Although there wasn't any need for guardians as this was the plane of Law, it was tradition.

"Tradition was an important foundation for a strong community" the Master had decreed, and as he watched, Dahninos agreed that Archons certainly looked resplendent in their formations.

Turning from the balcony he looked down at the report in his hand and his smile turned to an expression of concern. The report noted that a young cleric in Korvosa had been rising in power, doing a number of services for the community. He and his companions had routed some of the burdens that had been draining the city of its resources, taxing the local economy. This was duly expected from his Lords clerics, however there were further concerning notes. Although a couple of criminals had been wiped from the slate, they were not brought to face the appointed judiciary and the Law was not seen to be strictly followed. This wasn't a good sign, the Law must be upheld! Even though this young cleric himself was conflicted with this issue, which was reassuring, there was a greater concern that had been playing on Dahninos' mind, along with other observations and notes that did not bode well.

Young Noval Antinium had not had the most formal of training through the great training halls in Korvosa as Dahninos had once had, some 142 mortal years ago. "Noval had been acused of murder and imprisoned. Later to be forced to into exile and searched for his faith as he travelled. He returned to Korvosa to seek revenge, to balance his faith and bring quiet to his soul." the report stated. The High Banker had never understood revenge, such a misdirection of the Law and not entirely profitable. He had looked into why the Bank had not defended the young acolyte against these allegations personally, and knew his Lord would not be too pleased with his findings.

The most recent observation this morning however, was indeed the most concerning. For the first time since becoming High Banker, Dahninos was unsure of what to do. This was the first time he had seen a cleric rising in power actually abandon his god. Acolyte sometimes left, initiates had a vast array of reasons and excuses to leave, but someone of rising prominence… He could hardly believe the report when it was handed to him.

He was broken from his thoughts by a messenger landing on the balcony. “Excuse me High Banker. Lord Abadar, Master of the First Vault has returned from his visitations on Occipitus and will hold high council. Your attendance is required”

…

Ishani Dhatri

Nearing 30 years of age, Ishani is a lowing ranking member of the Bank of Abadar.

Sparrowhawk - The Fair Maid of Korvosa

Let me tell you of a tale
A legend if truth be told
Of a special kind of hero
Who was something to behold
 

They called her Lady Sparrowhawk

A fighter quick and strong
She could swing an axe and draw a bow
But that's not what sung her song

 She was really very ugly
A face like an angry baboon
More scars and zits and blotches
Than all the craters on the moon
 

It was shaped like a squashed up melon

With a warty, bulbous nose
That was full of bright green molted snot
That ran like a dripping hose

And she thought she was really beautiful

A maiden through and through
And didn't know she kind of looked
Like a disgusting, runny poo

By the gods she was so darn ugly

Like an old soiled leather boot
All the boys would have a nightmare
That they'd given her a root

And so lived the Fair Maid of Korvosa

As she was known around town
Her mother was a Half Orc
Her father....an Undead clown.

Gritt's Tale Part 7

Well, we didn’t settle down and relax.  Once Watson woke up, we spent some time searching the place.  Found the torso and an arm of the kid.  Came across some prisoners.  They were being guarded by a big, strong feller that had a head like a mouldy cabbage.  Something weren’t right about him, like his Mum and Dad might’ve been his Aunty and Uncle.  Anyway, he was ugly enough that he almost made Sparrowhawk look human.

We rescued the prisoners and took them down to the temple of Sarenrae.  I left em there, to tell their story.  One of the priestesses there got a bit upset about it all.  Wanted me to waste time chatting with her about where we found them.  Way I saw it, they could tell her themselves.  Anyway, I ain’t no fan of paperwork, so left the poor folks in her care.  Way I saw it, we rescued them just in time.  Otherwise, they’d have ended up like previous prisoners must have – a pile of severed rotting limbs left for a trash monster to chew on.

One of the prisoners was a woman – didn’t look too bad despite her treatment there.  It looked Watson might have been interested, but it was hard to tell.  Sometimes he seemed kind of bashful, at other times, more than happy to speak his mind.

Anyway, there was one more weird monster in there.  A thing looked like it had been made out of some of those rotten limbs I was talking about.  Thing charged out of a room stinking so bad I could barely move.  Luckily, the others managed to dispose of it.

We found the rest of the kid, and took the body back to Kroft.  She told us Trinia Sabor was to be executed the next day.  Well, can’t say I was surprised.  But I was disappointed.  Spoke to Sabina that night.  She told me that the Archbanker, man by the name of Darb Tuttle, had cast hisself the spells, and that Trinia was the murdered.  Well, I knew what I’d seen, and I knew that Sol was a man you could trust.  He didn’t have no agenda. 

Sabina also told me, in so many words, that she was in love with the Queen.  Maybe she figured that’d put me off, but if so, she didn’t know me well enough.  Way I see it, you love someone, it don’t really matter too much what they look like.  If I gave Sabina enough time, she’d come around.  Couldn’t really see her relationship with the Queen working out too well, neither.

Next day I went and saw Tuttle.  Couldn’t put my finger on anything in particular, but the man was as shifty as any other big-city bureaucrat.  Folks said he loved the city – well, didn’t seem like that to me.  Seemed like he loved power and loved money.  Told him he should investigate more.   Figured I’d keep an eye on him.

That evening, it was time for Trinia’s execution.  We all went along.  The Queen made a speech and wanted her to be killed.  I got up to say something, but before I talked myself into too much trouble, down came BlackJack, the legend of Korvosa.  Well, that threw the cat amongst the pigeons.  He flew off with Trinia.  The crowd, all the high-and-mighty from the town, well, they were all getting’ a bit upset.  Some seemed to be saying the Queen should be killed, others that Blackjack should be killed.  A real mess.

Nothing much happened for a couple of weeks.  The girl we'd rescued showed up at the 3 rings.  I thought Watson was going to make a move, but he didn't.  He still looked interested though.  Told me he was worried about her, and wanted to help her come good.  Was going to offer her a job at the inn.  Didn't see as it was his to offer, but she wasn't interested anyway.

Then Grau came, told us his niece was sick.  She had some kind of pox.  Sol said it looked like something he’d heard of – Vorel’s Phage.  Well, we paid for her to be healed up.  Only clue the girl gave us as to where she’d got sick was from finding a box of money.  Well, we followed that up, but didn’t find anything.  No clue where it came from.  We followed up on where she went as well.  She’d gone into town to buy some cakes.  Looked like the sickness was pretty bad – the baker was a bit sick too.  We went and told Kroft about it.  We could all see the way the wind was blowing.  Ain’t no such thing as coincidence.  She told us Vencarlo had been looking for us, so we went down to his school.  When we went in, we met him and Trinia.  Turned out he was Blackjack.  Ain’t no harm in telling you now – he’s retired.  Wanted us to get Trinia out of the city to safety.  Figured that was the right thing to do.

Just about then, Sol piped up and said the ghost of the fortune teller had something to say.  The ghost did another reading.  Common theme was sickness.  Looked like the plague was going to be trouble for all of us.  Seemed like Watson still hadn’t sorted out his Rabbit Prince issues.  She told me that I was going to meet a liar.  Someone who said they loved the city.  Well, I figured I might cross paths with the Queen again, or Tuttle again.  Could be either of them.  Or, maybe I’d meet someone new. 

She mentioned a red insect was going to cause trouble.  Didn’t need to go to a sage to figure out that she was talking about Red Mantis assassins.  I’d heard of them. 

Later on I talked it over a bit with Mandraiv.  He still figured it’s all a plot by the queen.  Well, it could be, but seemed to me like there was more going on than just the queen trying to make herself popular. Once the riots failed, someone comes up with a magic plague to stir up trouble in Korvosa... Don’t see how that benefits the queen.  Didn’t matter though – we’d get to the bottom of it sooner or later.

Mandraiv's Diary 6

After waiting a couple of hours for Artox to recover from poison, with the big idiot also recovering, we decided to clean up anything remaining in the graveyard complex.  We came across some mutant, moron, inbred, hideously ugly – like ugly enough to make our resident troll-woman seem attractive,  half-ogre gaoler with another crazy little derro companion, took care of them and rescued a bunch of prisoners who knew nothing of value and all seemed to be suffering from some kind of disease.  The big gay warrior took them to the church of Saranrae to be looked after, and we were soon back at it.  We then found some new kind of corpse-construct, “killed” it and found the remaining body parts to complete our quest, saving the city again from a war.  Amusingly, the torso of the body had one arm when we found it, apparently animated by some kind of necromancy, not the torso, just the arm. 

Very odd, but perhaps useful. I asked Artox if he’d like some undead arms grafted onto him, and he was somewhat dismissive of the concept.  Maybe he’s thinking that his nightmarish appearance doesn’t really fit in with all this saving the city and hanging around with queers, hags and general do-gooders we’ve been doing recently. Might make him look like some kind of celestial being, see if that makes him happier.  Need to remember to get him to train a bit on his grappling too, given he’s very good at it, appears less capable than out two large, foolish fighting types at straight up smashing, and incapable of grabbing things his size.  Or maybe just enlarge him more often.  The trick of making him permanently larger eludes me at the moment, but I have heard of people able to do it and have a few ideas to work on to get him there.  I think I may even be able to make him truly enormous – a couple of my ideas have the potential to make him as big as I want.  This may need to be approached with caution though, as we have been finding some pretty tight little passages and doorways in out adventures so far.  I’d hate to have to leave him behind just because he didn’t fit in a room.

Anyway, we handed the body (in a sack, naturally) to the head of the city watch and returned to our inn to digest the latest news the marshal provided us with – that the hot chick we captured earlier had been tried, found guilty and was scheduled to be executed the next evening.  The guard who had confessed to letting her into the king’s bedchamber has also apparently gone nuts and tried to escape, and didn’t survive the re-capture process.  So the truth of his presumed (by us, at least) innocence had gone to the grave.  The big gay warrior was amazed, struggling to believe that the woman that we all figured was innocent was going to get the chop.  I pointed out once more that it was a frame job, clearly masterminded by the queen, but he still can’t accept it, and immediately tried to figure out how she’d been found guilty.

First he set off to speak to the Archbanker of Abadar, the priest who’d cast the truth spells for the trial.  Not overly surprisingly, the cleric was unimpressed by his questions, informed him that she was guilty and that the interview was over.  Our warrior also continued to try to pick up the queen’s right-hand woman, despite being told over and over again that she’s gay.  At least he managed to confirm that she is, indeed, seeing the queen, and apparently deeply, truly, madly in love with her.  The queen’s not a bad looker, so I guess I can understand it, but there’s better around.  I guess power is attractive as well as just being good looking.  His recounting of the discussion indicated even more clearly that the frame up is courtesy of the queen, but regardless of how many times I pointed this out, he refused to listen.  Even when I gave him the Blue Steel while waiting for him to ponder some of my finer logical points.  Props for his massive, pig-headed, stupid persistence and obstinacy though.

I finally gave up on trying to convince him when the ugly chick invited me to come along to the church of Sheyln.  I was still a little undecided on how to proceed about the ugliest women I’ve ever met getting involved with the church of beauty, but the invite was too good to turn up when the big idiot with the social skills of a small potato decided he’d come along too.  When I pointed out his unsuitability for the church, his responses showed him to be as self-deceptive as the woman – he insisted that he wasn’t ugly, and that he just finds it hard to talk to people “real goodly”.  I tried explaining that as well as being a freak with no manners and a bizarre speech impediment, he had clearly suffered a run in or two with the ugly stick at some point in time, but he insisted that he is actually quite good looking.  This trip to the church should be hilarious.

We got to the church and headed over for the painting class.  The big fool declared that he wanted to be a model for it and then stripped naked and posed before the poor priestess taking the class had a chance to answer him.  She took this surprisingly well and decided that he’d be our model.  I mentioned the amusing concept of these hideous people getting involved with the church, and the crazy woman took offence, claiming that Sheyln worship is all about identifying the inner beauty of people, not just the way they look.  A lovely message in theory, but looking around I couldn’t identify anyone apart from my companions in the complex who’d need to concern themselves too much with inner beauty to fit into this environment.  She did mention a temple to Calistria in the city.  Maybe I’ll check that one out too.  Sounds like a more realistic place, which recognises that beauty is important and that “inner beauty” is a concept reserved for the ugly so that they can cope with their hideous, unbearable existences.

In the end, the ugly broad made a decent go of painting the big fool in his pose, while I painted him passed out from the poison as seen for several hours while under the city.  I showed the priestess my work and started discussing the finer points of beauty and my big companion’s lack of it, inner or otherwise, and for some reason she decided that she had an issue with me and that I was insulting him.  It was really strange, I mean I’ve had instant hostility from ugly people before, I mean it can be hard to accept someone who is so utterly, ridiculously good looking when you’re ugly yourself, but never from an attractive woman, and certainly not from one who works at the temple for the goddess of beauty.  Maybe it was just that time of the month, but she wasn’t so attractive that I’ll be bothering to talk to her again, or visiting her church, unless I really need something they have to offer.

We returned to the inn, where Artox was vastly amused by my painting.  You’d think h might have some sympathy for our fighting companion, given his own experience with the same poison, from the same source, but no.  It seems a few of our companion's more cowardly and stupid decisions in fights have really rubbed Artox the wrong way, and there is little chance of my eidolon ever managing more than a barely civil tolerance of the man.  After he recovered, and I can assure you that I’ll be careful not to amuse him too much again, as the sight of a serpentine outsider wetting itself and almost choking on it’s large, forked tongue was far from pleasant, he suggested I show the fighting man.  I figured this was a little cruel, but should be good for a laugh (hopefully not such a massive loss of control from Artox) and gave it to him.  I guess I’ll really never understand how ugly people think.  The weirdo actually liked the picture, or at least claimed to (and I doubt he’s a good enough actor to have been faking it) and asked if he could keep it.  I gave it to him, of course, and he seemed genuinely happy.  If he’s interested in collecting painting about his more embarrassing moments, I may have to consider taking the pastime a little more seriously.  Artox’s idea more than mine - maybe I’ll grow him a couple of arms and see how he goes at it.

We then headed for the execution.  It seems as though our ugly chick has some common sense, even if none of the others do, as she was against trying to rescue the bard.  I asked everyone, because I wanted to be sure to be disguised if we were going to be committing treason, and so I was disguised and without Artox as we went to watch proceedings, with only our female group member against a rescue.  The execution looked to be going fine, with the queen arriving, announcing the verdict and signalling the headsman.  So far, none of my companions had reacted, and we would hopefully manage to get through this without attracting negative attention from our ruler.  The big gay one tried to speak out, but was ignored and the axe was about to fall when Blackjack, the city’s masked protector, leapt in, pinned the headsman’s foot to the floor and freed the girl.  Having been reminded of how attractive she was, I decided to help, and managed to put an air elemental between Blackjack and the headsman just as the axe was being swung in a cowardly, rear attack - just what you'd expect from an executioner, and messaged Blackjack as he fled with the girl that those of us who had helped him were staying at the Three Rings inn.  I didn’t point out that I was the only person who actually did anything, but then again time was short.  He should be able to figure it out pretty easily anyway.  An impressive bounty of 5,000 gp was put on the girl’s head, but I figured I wouldn’t be interested in handing her in until I’d exhausted my patience with her in bed, so I pretty much ignored this and relaxed at the inn, waiting for more work.  Everyone else, naturally, felt that the girl had been wrongly convicted and that we shouldn't persue her just for the bounty, but however miguided their motives, if it suits me I can go with it.

Sure enough, work found us within a couple of weeks, as Grau, the drunken guardsman asked us to help with some sick kid.  Naturally, there was no way to convince my companions that exposing ourselves to disease wasn’t a good idea, and we headed off with the guard.  At the house, we saw the priest of Abadar who we’d employed previously, cooking up some herbs apparently unwilling to use his magic to heal the child as the family couldn’t pay.  Our two big warriors (incidentally, did I mention that the stupid one had now grown an extra pair of arms) and the woman all chipped in to buy healing for the kid, and she was fixed and told her tale, or at least some of it.  We established that she had found some cash at the beach and spent it at a nearby bakery.  The baker told us she’d headed into the city proper to buy some fancy sweets, and so we returned to further question the girl.  Apparently she’d disobeyed her parents in going into town, but we were able to ascertain that she’d gone to a fancy bakery and headed there.  At the bakery it became clear that there was trouble for the city, as the baker was sick and apparently the cause of the girl’s infection, presumably as well as the infection of all of his customers over the last couple of days.  We convinced him to destroy all of his stock and to close up for a bit, but the damage may already have been done.  I’m really worried that this disease may become a plague infecting a lot of people in Korvosa.  I mean, it involves a hideous rash and pustules – the kind of thing that might leave someone disfigured even if they are able to survive the disease.  We headed for the city watch to warn the captain that there was a good chance of a plague happening.  She promised to take action and told us that Vencarlo, the venerable fencing instructor and our lead suspect as the alter-ego of Blackjack, was looking for us.

We went to Vencarlo’s school and found that it was closed for the day.  Worried that the plague may have struck here too, we were relieved when asked to come in and help the man with a problem.  He had the hot bard hidden in his place and asked us to smuggle her out of town and to a nearby village, now that the heat had died down a little.  We immediately agreed to do it, although by “we” I mean the big gay warrior, although I didn’t object as a few days escorting the hottie to somewhere safe would give me a good opportunity to “get to know her”.  Our cleric then jumped up as though he’d bee goosed, and it turns out that his magical harrow deck was trying to get his attention.  He pulled it out and the gypsy ghost appeared and gave everyone another harrow reading.  Still pure hokum of course, but it sounded a lot like there is going to be a plague in Korvosa, assuming there’s any truth at all to what she said.  On top of the evidence we've found that there's likely to be a plague in Korvosa, my suspicions now lie with there being a good chance that there will be a plague in Korvosa.  Wonder how the ghost found out?  All in all though, another very good reason to spend a little time escorting a fine looking woman away from the city.

Ch 2, Part 1: Infection

The Dead Warrens

The heroes wait a few hours while Watson and Artox recover from the poison then continue their exploration. They ably deal with a rather stupid half-ogre jailer and a derro guarding some prisoners. The prisoners are rescued and taken to the Temple of Sarenrae. Most of the prisoners suffer malnutrition and from the shakes, though one woman seems more capable then the rest. She introduces herself as Tiora, most suspect she is some kind of rogue (or prostitute). A rather humorous scene takes place at the Temple where Gritt enrages the priestess by dumping the rescued prisoners at the temple then walking out without fully explaining the situation.

The heroes then return to finish off the complex, killing an undead golem creature and successfully recovering all the body parts of the fallen Shaonti warrior. They stuff the body bits in a sack then drop them off at the Citadel Volyshenek for the Field Marshall Kroft to deal with. 

While meeting with her she informs them that Trinia Sabor has been found guilty and that she is to be executed the following day at sunset. She gives everyone an invitation to the execution and asks that the heroes to be there in case something goes wrong.

That night some of the heroes pursue personal agendas. Gritt sends Sabina a fine bottle of scotch and continues his attempts at courting her. She flatly states that she has no interest in men but Gritt is resolute, convinced he can change her mind. He does learn something of the investigation into Trinia and that divination spells had clearly shown that she was lying. The spells were cast by the Archbanker of Abadar; also the queen and two other guardsman were present for the interrogation. A further twist was revealed that the arrested guard who had confessed to letting Trinia see the king, murdered another guardsman before being slain.

Sparrowhawk makes good on her promise to visit the artistic evening sessions at the Shrine of Shelyn; both Mandraiv and Watson join her. A rather amusing night follows where Watson poses nude for a painting; Mandraiv gets on the bad side of the priest of sheyn, while Sparrowhawk does her best to paint Waton and is generally pleased with herself and Church of Shelyn.

The following day Gritt pursues a line of inquiry into the Archbanker Darb Tuttle and learn that he is bit of a work-aholic dedicated to advancing the city of Korvosa. he meets with him but is unable to learn of anything untoward in his inviestigation of Trinia.

The Execution

That night the heroes attend the execution and witness the queen order Trinia's execution. Gritt boldly protests to the queen, but before anything else can be said, Blackjack flies into to the courtyard and rescues Trinia. Mandraiv is also quick to summon an air elemental to help aid Blackjack's escape.

Following these events; the queen declares a bounty of 5000gp gold for the capture of Trinia but in general the city seems to have settled. Though there remains a simmering tension over the whore queen and general doubt over Trinia's guilt.

The Infection

A few weeks pass until Grau pays the heroes a visit and asks them to help his niece who has taken ill. They visit the niece, Brienna; she is bed ridden with a high fever and red pock marks all over her face. Also present is a priest of abadar who is busy preparing healing poltices. Tayco Soldado, Brienna's mother has hired his services. She cannot afford a healing spell, so has to rely on mundane services.

Gritt, Sparrowhawk and Watson all chip in to purchase a guaranteed healing treatment and before long the disease has been removed. They question the girl and learn that she had found a box of silver coins washed up on the river's banks and then set off into the city to spend all the money; mostly on sweet cakes. Watson also returns to question the girl a bit more and ends up terrifying her and the mother's rushes to her aid.

The heroes, ever sensing a greater plot a foot, quickly start tracing the girls movements until they locate the High Town bakery where the girl has been. There they find the cook had also come down ill. 

They report this to Field Marshal Kroft who sighs at the bad news but promises to take action. She also tells them that Vencarlo was looking for them this morning.

The heroes then go to Old Korvosa to visit the Orisini Fighting School where they discover that Trinia has been hiding there and Vencarlo is the legendary Blackjack. He asks the heroes to smuggle Trinia out of Korvosa to the small town of Harse where there a couple of ranchers that should be able to take her in.

At this point Zellara makes her presence felt and performs another Harrow reading for the heroes.

Encounter	Grit	Justin	Mandraiv	Sparrowhawk	Sol	Watson
Pre-Session	8,422	6,922	7,522	6,922	6,922	7,222
Journal	300		300
Ogrekin + Derro	267	267	267	267	267	267
Carrion Golem	200	200	200	200	200	200
RP: Returning Gaekhen's Body	133	133	133	133	133	133
Humour: Walking out on the priest of Sarenrae	300
RP/Humour: The shrine of Shelyn			300	300		300
RP: Drinking with Sabina	300
Humour: Watson and the Little Girl						300
Altruism: Healing Brienna	300			300		300
Total	9,922	7,522	8,722	7,822	7,522	8,122