Saturday, 8 September 2012

Gritt's Tale Part 8


Well, we did what Vencarlo suggested, and took Trinia out to a ranch run by one of his old friends.  Wasn’t much of a memorable ride, though Mandraiv was giving the girl funny looks, almost like he was interested in her.

When we got back to the city, they’d locked up the gates.  The plague had spread, and they were trying to control it.  Didn’t figure it’d accomplish much, but at least they was trying.

 We went and saw Kroft.  She was introducing some new guards to the city.  The Grey Maidens, they were called.  Couldn’t make out their faces cause of the helms they were wearing.  Kroft was reading out some decree, saying they had the power to cut people down if they was disobeyed while some healers were trying to fix up the plague.  Something about the whole thing stunk.  Justin said he’d detected those Grey Maidens were evil too.  Well, if they was taking their commands direct from the queen, and they were using the plague as an excuse for doing wrong, we’d find out soon enough.
After the display, Kroft gave us a new job.  Apparently, some workers were supposed to be clearing up dead bodies.  Thing is, the bodies weren’t showing up where they were supposed to.  Well, we agreed to investigate.  Went down to the Shingles and found one of the workers drinking in a pub.  Can’t say I liked his attitude, and I let him know sure enough.  He told us he’d been dumping the bodies in an alley.  We checked it out, and found not only plague bodies, but some bodies with marks on their neck like they’d been bit.  Well, I don’t know whether you believe in vampires or not – but I do now.  There was real ugly looking things living next to this alley, and they had a hole in their building so they could get out.  Well, they came out of their building when we started poking around.  It was a pretty tough fight.  Weird thing happened too – Sparrowhawk got all kind of misty eyed, like she’d found a soul mate.  Just walked in to give one of the things a kiss.  Well, at least she’d found someone as good looking as her.  Later on the priest and the other magic users said she’d had some kind of spell cast on her – but I don’t know whether that was just an excuse.  We managed to kill them though, and had a look round the place, then reported back to Kroft. 

She didn’t have any more work for us, but they down at the Bank of Abadar.  When we turned up there, there was a huge crowd milling out the front.  They were mobbing priests, and when I told them to get the hell out of the way, some backed off, but then they noticed Sol.  It was getting real ugly, but Justin had the presence of mind to blow on some magic pipes we’d found.  Real eerie noise, creepy and spooky.  Well, the crowd turned yeller and ran off, and we got into the place.

They gave us a job – investigate someone by the name of Vendra who was selling cures for the plague for a pittance.  Didn’t sound right, so we said we’d do it.  We went along, and Justin told her we were investigating her cures.  Well, I can’t say we got a warm reception.  Something wasn’t right about the whole thing, so we decided to go back and do it a bit more subtle. At night we went back, and found out they was just using river water and perfume, mixing it up in a vat and selling it to the locals who didn’t figure any better.  Watson sneaked in to find all this out, but the woman found him out.  Well, we left, and they cleared out, so the job was done.  I wondered at the time if we’d come across her again.  Watson seems to have a habit of pissing people off and then letting them go off, stew, then come back to haunt him.

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Well, weird thing is, I don’t rightly remember too much about the next few days.  They just seem like real sketchy and foggy in my memory.  Reckin I might’ve come down with some variant of the plague.  Poor Sparrowhawk came down with Blood Veil though.  Everyone’d thought she was ugly before.  Well, it was even worse with pus and sores all over her face.   Put me off my breakfast when I saw her first thing in the morning.
Well, some woman asked us to investigate her brothers disappearance from a Masquerade ball.  We went and investigated, and it was filled with zombies and some crazy woman.   Everyone in there was dead – not of Blood Veil, but of Vorel’s phage.

As usual, there was plenty of bickering over what to do with the prisoner.

After the crazy woman was given to Kroft to deal with, we found another weird woman.  She had yellow eyes, and turned out she was a were rat.  Asked us to deal with another were rat who was planning on taking over the city when it was weakened by the plague.  Didn’t sound right, so we agreed to put a stop to that as well.

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Well, things became a bit clearer to me after that.  We didn’t waste time.  I  We bought some equipment first.  I bought a silver sword , as we knew these rats couldn’t really be hurt by normal weapons.  Strangely, even Justin splashed some gold around.  He’d usually been pretty tight-fisted with his gold purse – often complaining how much it cost just to shoot off his gun, Vera. 

We headed straight for the vaults under the city where we’d been told this troublemaker would be lurking.   It was a real stinking place.  Streams of sewage running under the ground, with all the filth and offal of the city floating on the surface.

Soon enough we were attacked – by some of the wererats and some normal rats the size of dogs.  The wererats were weird things – skinny, the size of a man, but lean and hunched.  Still, they were standing upright, talking and wielding weapons.  They kept chittering on about being the real humans, and how we were inferior and would die.  Turned out they was wrong.  Still, it was a tough fight.  Artox couldn’t hurt them, and the silver really was necessary.  There was a weird mushroom in there.  Looked like a normal mushroom, except bigger, and noisier.  Damned thing was screaming.  Still – it didn’t have any eyes, ears or show any signs of smart, so figured it was just a noisy mushroom.  Watson called it a shrieker – said it all official like, as if he knew something the rest of us didn’t.  Well, the way I figured – I’d never heard of a shrieking mushroom, so anything that rare and weird would probably taste good, so I put it in my sack.

We kept on looking round their little lair, and a swarm of rats came out of nowhere to attack us.  Although it was real creepy having all of the little varmints climbing over you and nibbling, they scattered pretty soon after we killed enough of them.

Then we found the boss of the wererats.  Well, the curse of poor old Watson struck again.  The wererat just stabbed him straight through with his rapier and Watson hit the ground like a sack of mouldy potatoes.  I thought he was dead the way the blood sprayed outta him.  That wererat stabbed me too – hurt a bunch.  In the end though, between me, Justin’s silver bullets and Sparrowhawks silver arrows, with the healing help of Sol and the occasional burst of magic from Mandraiv’s wand, we managed to take care of him.

When Watson was back on his feet, he just couldn’t stop cursing the gods.  Found it hard to believe anything could hit him so hard.  It was kinda funny really.  We could see the wererat was real muscly and strong, and it was obvious it had been training with that rapier – so none of us could figure what he was so darn upset about.  I wondered whether the rat had been a student of Vencarlo’s, cause he was real good at stabbing. 

Well we headed back to the Three Rings and took care of some business over the next few days.  I ate that screamer or shrieker or whatever the hell it was.  Damn thing didn’t taste as good as it had looked.  I reckin the cook must have left it in the pan a bit too long.  Still, if I see something that unusual, I’m not going to die wondering whether it was the tastiest thing the gods put on the planet.
We tried to sort out those who’d been bit by the rats, to make sure they didn’t turn into wererats too.  Bottom line was, they had to go see Tuttle.  I was damn glad I didn’t get bit, cause it would have stuck in my craw to go crawling to visit that damn pompous hypocrite, so I went and help out at the temple of Shelyn.  Well, although we sorted out the lycanthropy infection – that’s what’d turn people into a wererat – it was pretty depressing that our party was still riddled with sickness.  Justin had contracted Blood veil as well as Vorel’s phage (from poking around in all the bodies in that mansion), and it between the bloody sores and the black mould spores growing out of his nose and ears, he didn’t look too healthy.  It was all he could do with his magic to stop hisself dying.  Artox and Sparrowhawk were pretty sick too. 

We could all see that if we didn’t come up with a solution, we were going to run out of money and then succumb to the sicknesses and die. 

Luckily, we had a couple of clues.  There was a moneybox in that mansion – had a symbol on it. Sol recognised it, and said it was the symbol of Urgathoa – the goddess of disease, gluttony and undead.  Well, we took that box to the little girl – Grau’s niece – and she said it was the same kind of box that she’d found.

Then that wererat woman came and met us.  Said she’d seen a boat sail up the river in the middle of the night, and just sink.  Then some boxes had floated up where it had gone down – exactly the same kind of boxes with that Urgathoa symbol and money in.

Looked like we were getting close to figuring  out the source of the plague.  She brought us some cheap potions so we could breathe underwater, and told us were the wreck was.  Then we set off, wondering what we’d find.  My theory – I reckind it must have been sent from Cheliax.  The Chelaxian ambassador had been stirring up trouble, it was a ship from elsewhere, and I figured the Queen would have enemies in Cheliax if she was the same as any other noble family. 

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