Mandraiv's Diary 16

Apologies if I've messed up the order of events.  Too eager to avoid doing any real work to wait for the summary this week.

Woke up insanely early this morning – around 10:00 am – and picked up some paper bags and a mirror.  I feel massively relieved, as if the unthinkable happens and I ever need to take another one for the team, I’ll be prepared.  Shortly after I awoke the hideous elf woman bought the warrior back from the dead.  After much complaining from four-arms that he had to pay for it.  The nerve of the man, complaining about the need to lend the group cash to bring back my primary meat shield from the dead.  As if we could adventure without him – I mean, I might get injured.  After we had the warrior back, it was time to start looking for our missing people, but first we went to see the captain of the city watch.  Turns out that the queen had survived an assassination attempt by the head of the Sable Marines, and had disbanded the organisation.  Those wishing to remain had been rolled into the city watch, although apparently most of them were headed to greener pastures elsewhere.  We saw the watch captain and discovered that she was holding the clerics of the inner beauty temple until they could be transferred to the castle that night for questioning.  She asked us to get them out of the city.  Suggested we find the sword-master and get him out too, preferably to Harse.

We stashed the clerics at the dead soothsayer’s house and snuck back into Old Korvosa to find the sword-master.  Given that we were apparently still beholden to the ugly elf cleric chick (some people just can’t seem to put an appropriate value on the kind of sacrifice I made – I mean, what has she done since helping us in that fight?), we started out looking for her artist, figuring that he was linked to the sword master and may have a cue to his whereabouts.  We also found, at the sword-master’s house, that there were a couple of thugs the ugly elf cleric had captured or killed, as well as some student of the sword-master – a noble we had rescued from one of the riots when the queen first came to power.  We released the student from the closet that the ugly elf cleric had locked him in, discovered that he had no useful information except that apparently the sword-master had met with our missing artist a few days ago.  So we advised the noble that he should flee the city, as his association with the sword-master would place him in danger, and suggested Harse as an option.

We then went to the theatre where most of the artist’s works were displayed only to find it burned down.  As we approached I grabbed my season passes to gain admittance, only to be stumped by its new status as a former theatre.  A real pity, that place had by far the most risqué shows in the whole city, very entertaining.  We thoroughly searched the rubble, finding nothing and decided to start asking the locals.  Or at least the ugly elf chick cleric did – she walked straight to the nearest house and started banging on the door while the rest of us were still discussing what we should do next.  I was on the brink of convincing everyone that we should forget about this artist and look for the sword-master when I noticed this, and figured I’d better intervene before she started torturing civilians.  Might be a good option, but probably slower than just asking nicely.  Anyway, just as her gruff manner was about to result in bloodshed (the poor woman living opposite the theatre has no idea how close she came to death) I stepped up and smoothed things over.  An opportunity to practice my sleight of hand arose immediately, as the housewife started complaining about the nature of the performances that the theatre was known for, and I was able to slip my passes into a pocket without her noticing.  I soon established that she knew little or nothing about much, but she apparently did know where the artist (she wasn’t much of a fan of his either) lived.

We immediately headed to the given address, which was a hovel right on the riverfront.  Maybe if we could clean it up it would make an appropriate base of operations for our group – assuming of course that we could also grab several of the neighbouring buildings and there is a decent bathhouse nearby.  Anyway, the place was in pretty bad shape and as four-arms went around the back, the rest of us headed in the front.  Inside we found little of value.  There were signs that the occupant had been kidnapped by four men, and a room that held a bunch of candles with skulls creatively used as candle holders.  This seemed to turn the ugly elf cleric chick on, but we soon left, hoping to get some useful information from the artist’s neighbours before heading back to the sword-master’s house to search it properly.

We went straight across the street, where I knocked on the first door we came to.  It was opened by a young woman of impressive beauty.  I mean, she wasn’t as really, really good-looking as me, but she was close.  Seeing an opportunity to get over my recent sacrifice, I immediately turned on the charm and managed to get inside, where we spent a couple of hours very enjoyably forgetting my ordeals of the previous evening.  After I finished “pumping her for information”, I pumped her for information and discovered that she had heard the artist being kidnapped, but done nothing about it, and hadn’t even bothered to get out of bed to take a look through her bedroom window, which after a little cleaning afforded a wonderful view of the artist’s front door.  She did, however remember hearing something from one of the kidnappers, which was that they were taking the artist to the emperor.  Upon leaving the house I noticed that the ugly elf chick gave this new, hot chick a really filthy look.  According to a couple of the others, she’d done the same as we went in.  Should probably warn the girl that she may have made a powerful enemy today, but then again, no point in worrying her too much – stress and worry are the kind of thing that can ruin a young woman’s good looks, and that would be unfortunate, since I may well be back for a repeat of this afternoon’s shenanigans.

None of us had any idea who this emperor might be, but figured it had to be some underworld kingpin – maybe whoever replaced the spider king after his unfortunate accident all those weeks ago.  The warrior started to hassle every dodgy looking person within sight, but like with the ugly elf cleric chick, his somewhat crude methods were pathetically ineffective, and we all watched him for a while.  Probably watched for too long, but then again, it was very funny.  Regardless, after he’d frightened off several criminal-looking people, we all started to help and soon enough we knew which rock the emperor generally hides under.

Information gathering complete, we headed back to the sword-master’s house, where we finally remembered to thoroughly search.  We found a small box hidden in the back of a closet – sure to contain something relating to his injustice-fighting persona.  Four-arms proved his competence again being unable to open the box, and the gun nut’s quality idea of cutting the box open was refused by everyone except me.  I guess now we’ll have to wait until we find the sword-master before we get his key.  Having little else to do here, given the group’s stupidity in deciding not to open the box, we set about splitting up the treasure we’d gained from the assassins.

I was unable to identify the function of one of the magical items, and so the cleric pulled out the deck of harrow cards to see what it could do.  Unfortunately, the spirit of the fortune-telling hag immediately manifested and proceeded to give us all another taste of her vague, irrelevant drivel.  On the other hand, some of what she had to say this time was pretty accurate, although her foretellings remained vague enough that they are all sure to happen, if one chooses to interpret events such that they fit the vague ramblings of a dead charlatan.  I actually listened pretty closely this time around, so that I can hopefully convince everyone of the scam that this “art” really is.  Here’s a brief rundown of what she had to say to everyone:

Four-arms – you’re an idiot.

Cleric – You’re going through some changes and like to dance.

Ugly chick – You are beginning to understand who you are, and should feel free to move about.  Problem there is that the ugly slag won’t move around somewhere I won’t be associated with her.

Warrior – You’re an idiot.  She also mentioned the emperor, the very man we’re looking for.  Unfortunately, she mentioned him only by title and added nothing whatsoever of value.  Unless you wanted to use this as a means of proving her predictive talents – after we spend an hour or two discussing the emperor, including questioning his own people about him, you predict that there will be a man, let’s call him “the emperor” in our future.  I might go out into the street where I can fashion a crystal ball out of mud which will be clear enough to pick this one.

Gun-nut – You occasionally come up with a useful idea.

As for me, there seemed to be quite a bit that was relevant to the whole group of us.  For my past, I apparently have told the odd fib, have a hidden truth (like the discovery of the identity of my father which I’m sure I’ve talked about in front of her) and that I’m extremely, even unreasonably and certainly unfeasibly good-looking.  Good old peacock card.  I guess if you pull enough cards from a deck enough times, and assign values to each then at some point you’ll draw something that is actually right.  1,000,000 monkeys working on 1,000,000 printing presses and all that.

For the present, firstly, we will need to leave Old Korvosa, or we’ll be killed or captured here.  Clearly the ghost is capable of hearing our conversations, and has worked out, because we have stated it clearly, that the queen is out to get us.  Secondly, some kind of external physical force of great power has begun to move.  This is a malicious force moving slowly towards Korvosa.  Maybe it has something to do with the evil magic the queen is now apparently commanding.  Maybe it’s the queen herself.  Either way, big trouble is headed for Korvosa, and we are apparently headed elsewhere.  All things that we know.  But not all bad.  Out of town still seems like a good place to be when there’s big trouble.  Like how we could have avoided the plague.  Still, common sense and adventuring don’t really go together, so I suppose we shouldn’t try to apply too much of it.  Oh crap, I just realised something.  We might be leaving Korvosa and heading into the wilderness for the next part of our whacky adventures.  This means that there is little chance that the people of Korvosa will hear about my great deeds.  It also means that there is a chance we’ll be heading somewhere I can’t take a bath every morning, night and when allowed by our activities in the afternoon as well.  I’m not sure if I can cope with the idea of not being able to spend the time working on my appearance to really bring out the best in it every day.  Although I’ve never really tried the rugged, stubbled / bearded look.  Maybe I’ll go that way and thus remain incredibly good-looking despite an absence of hot water.  At least I have a mirror with me now that will hopefully never leave my presence again.  You know, just in case of emergencies like the ugly elf cleric chick, or a lack of proper amenities. 

And then she went on to the “future”.  All really hard to see, based on the events of the last few weeks and the group’s conversations.  There was the clear indication that I’m on the right track towards gaining control over the city, as one of the cards apparently showed me taking power by the reins.  So the ghost has a little faith in me.  Good to know, if completely irrelevant.  Apparently the paladin card shows me to be a shining beacon of goodness, which is pretty obvious just from looking at my stunning visage.  And then there was the card indicating that the city is still not safe, despite all we’ve done for it, and that there will continue to be events grinding it into the dust.  Another hard one to pick.  Finally, she indicated that there is a tormented soul imprisoned somewhere and that fate favours us finding him.  Another brilliant piece of foretelling, given that we are trying to find this artist who specialises in horrible, disturbed scenes and that he’s been kidnapped by the emperor.  This ghost-woman is truly remarkable.  Oh, and she also mentioned pigs a few times.  Hopefully seeing visions of us all being feasted after we save the city again.

Having gotten this drivel out of the way, we headed for the section of Old Korvosa where we should be able to find the emperor.  As we approached the area, we were confronted by a gang of six or seven thugs.  Their martial ambitions clearly outstripped their ability, and we were only briefly interrupted.  We continued on and were soon confronted by a gang twice the size of the first.  This interruption barely lasted seconds longer than the first, and we were at the front door of the emperor’s “palace”, several hovels all linked by rope bridges on the upper floors, with the ground floors generally filled with rubble and inaccessible.  We headed upstairs, dispatched the few guards in the first couple of rooms and headed into the “throne room”.  For a man calling himself the emperor, this guy took no care whatsoever of himself or his surrounds.  He was ugly, dirty and irritating, not to mention surrounded by more thugs.  He also had Fife with him, and a midget warrior.  A gnome, I think.  The emperor demanded we kneel before him, and so it was on.  Fife lasted less than two seconds, as the ugly chick and the gun nut opened up on him, and the rest of the fight went pretty smoothly.  Until the emperor used a confusion spell.  I had to dismiss Artox, who was affected by it, as were several of the others.  Fortunately, so were the remaining thugs, and they provoked attack from those of us who were confused, while those of us remaining unaffected finished the job.  We quickly looked and should soon find the artist, who with any luck will know where we can find the sword-master.  And hopefully this will be the last we’ll see of the ugly elf chick cleric.  Urgh.  I think I’ll need to go back and visit my new friend once the ugly elf leaves us, to help banish the memory of her appalling looks.  Who knows, maybe our resident ugly chick will go with her.

I should also point out that amongst the loot from the emperor was the most wonderful thing.  A headband that magically took my incredible good looks beyond the normally viable, and left me resembling some kind of god of beauty.  Maybe that inner beauty cleric will give me a fair go now, or at least after we complete her rescue, as clearly my inner beauty is shining through as real beauty, and I’ve become likely the best looking person she’s ever seen.

Mandraiv's Diary 15

We spend the first few days after the queen’s presentation ceremony preparing as much of the antidote for the plague as we could.  By which I mean Four-arms was pumping out the antidote and the rest of us were shopping, relaxing, and certainly in my case basking in the warm, glowing warming glow of the populous’ adoration of me.  I like being a savior of the city.  Makes life much better.  Can’t wait to see how the people respond when we take down the queen and I replace her.  The queen also started to produce the antidote – I’m sure she choked on every word of those orders – and soon we were unable to gain the supplies needed to continue production ourselves and thus started looking for things to do.

The warrior took the cleric of inner beauty out for dinner.  I guess he’s finally realised that his dream woman is actually a true and willing accomplice to the queen, and is moving on or on the rebound.  Either way, it was that night that the next plot of the queen made itself apparent.  Old Korvosa was to be quarantined.  Apparently the queen had decided that given the inability to produce sufficient cure for the plague, the poor section of town should be cordoned off while the rest of the populous was to be cured, and then presumably the cure could be applied to the filthy, faceless masses of the downtrodden half of the city’s population.  While I, and apparently the ugly chick, could see the value of this approach, most of the other members of Mandraiv’s Magnificent Seven led by the warrior felt that it was unfair to leave the poor until last.  

Seeing the barriers being erected between Old Korvosa and the rest of the city, we headed over to investigate and the warrior decided that he was going into the poor sector.  Despite the orders and protests of the Grey Maidens erecting the barricades.  The ugly chick went to the Sable Marines boss to find out what was really happening, and discovered that they were helping to enforce the blockade.  While everyone else felt that maybe we should go into Old Korvosa with the warrior, we decided that we would probably be able to do more to help in the nicer parts of town, and stayed out.  We investigated ways to mass produce the cure, but figured out that the queen’s alchemists were basically producing it as fast as it would be possible to, and anything we did would be detrimental to their efforts, and so figured we’d get in touch with the warrior to see what we could do to help him.

It turns out he’d been working, with the aid of some noble house based in Old Korvosa and the sword master we’d met before, to maintain order in the quarantined area.  The poor were becoming restless, not impressed at being left to fend for themselves while the wealthier citizens were saved from the plague.  The queen was sending in supplies, but nowhere near enough to support half of the city.

That night, we experienced our first taste of the queen’s displeasure with us.  The Grey Maidens were taking over our inn, and kicking everyone (including the inn-keeper) out.  We almost picked a fight with them, but managed to leave somewhat gracefully, with our dignity intact.  We then checked on some of our other helpers throughout our time in town only to discover that the church of inner beauty had been hit as well, with the clerics all arrested pending an investigation into their poor performance regarding healing victims of the plague.

We contacted the warrior and determined that he was heading back to the sword master’s house to continue planning their peacekeeping efforts, and agreed that we’d meet up with him once darkness fell to cover our stealthy breach of the blockade.  He never showed up at the agreed rendezvous, and so we headed to the sword master’s place to try to find him.  When we got there the front door was open, and the place was as silent as a tomb.  It turns out that this was a rather appropriate expression, as the first hint that there had been life there was the warrior’s head sitting on the mantelpiece in an upstairs room.  His midget corpse was lying on the floor.  I say midget only as I am now a head taller than him, and joking about such things is my preferred way of expressing (or pretending to express) grief.  We all marched into the room to begin searching for clues when two stepped out from places of concealment.  Two men in red bug masks, apparently members of the Red Lotus assassins’ guild.  They then went to town on us.  

Having completely surprised us with their cunning trick of hiding in the room, we were very effectively ambushed.  Four arms, Artox and the gun nut went down before recovering from the shock of the ambush.  The fight got ugly, really ugly – mostly because our female member became our focal point.  And she’s ugly.  Really ugly.  Unbelievably ugly.  And in this fight, ugly as well as ineffective as she became held by some kind of magic from the bug men.  The bug men also showed the ability to summon giant bugs, and so I started a bit of a summoning war with them while the ugly chick just stood there uglying up the place and the cleric exhausted himself trying to keep her alive.  Just as my summoned minions were starting to get on top of things, disaster struck.  Some ugly elf woman in spiked armour came into the house.  She offered to help if I would do something nasty to her afterwards.  After throwing up in my mouth a little at the prospect of sleeping with this aberration (although thankfully still significantly more attractive than our resident trollette) and seeing the state the cleric was in trying to save the ugly chick, I reluctantly agreed.  The elf woman proceeded to join the fight and proved most puissant, and soon the assassins were dead.  Then it was time to take one for the team.  The crazy woman apparently decided to change the terms of our arrangement at this point, insisting that I’d agreed to do something nasty with her, not to her.  I figured that the prospect, either way, was about equally repugnant, and so agreed to the new terms and headed off to the bedroom with her, leaving the cleric to do what he could with everyone else.

Note for later.  First opportunity, get a good supply of paper bags and a hand mirror just big enough to cover someone’s head.  Potentially riskable with just the mirror, but why take chances on something like that?

Anyway, she decided we should get started, and this without removing her armour.  Indeed, the hooks, barbs and spikes on her armour ripping my flawless skin seemed to be her major turn on.  I’m not sure if it was the sight of all the blood, or the sight of my beauty being marred.  Either way, I made sure she wouldn’t get the satisfaction of eliciting a sound from me with this crap, and after a while she changed tack.  I think that like most women she is mentally flawed, and that she just couldn’t understand that it is fundamentally impossible for someone as obscenely good looking as me to be really into someone as ugly as her.  I managed to fake enough enthusiasm that after an hour or so after the shredding of my thighs and stomach that she finally finished, but of all things she had the nerve to then complain about my performance!  I couldn’t believe it.  I managed to get through the whole thing with no mirror, nor even a paper bag, without throwing up once.  Although there may have been a hint of sick on my breath from my response to the initial proposition and then every time I caught a glimpse of her in the bedroom.  But I managed to catch it in the back of my mouth every single time – a herculean effort.  Biblical even.  Maybe I should see this as an adventuring opportunity, practicing averting my eyes from creatures like the medusa.  Then again, I think I would have rather been turned to stone than do what we did, although that probably wouldn’t stop her, so maybe it would be even worse.  Regardless, I am still, several days later, shocked that she complained about my performance.  I started to explain that there is simply no way that someone as ridiculously, really, really good looking as me could ever get into someone like her, and she simply continued to blame me.  Typical woman, can’t take responsibility for anything bad she does or causes.  Anyway, the job done I healed the not inconsiderable damage her viscous armour had caused me and returned to the group.  I just hope that they understand what I have done for them.  What sacrifices I have made for them.  I’m sure I’ll regret not telling her where to go and defeating the assassins myself for the rest of my days, but I know how unpleasant it is to be unconscious (and presumably worse to be dead), and so a personal sacrifice on my part should help to elevate me in their eyes and stop their bitching about the name of my adventuring group.

Chatting to the hideous elf woman afterwards, we established that she came to the sword master’s house in order to track down some artist.  Apparently he paints really gruesome pictures that this elf chick is right into.  We worked out that we should work together, given that we are basically looking for the same person / people, and that we should at least stick together until the next morning so that she can bring the warrior back from his unfortunate run-in with the assassins.  Hopefully we’ll be able to find this artist and the sword master in a couple of hours in the morning and we can be rid of this ugly elf woman.  This is just terrible.  I’ll be walking around the city with two ugly women.  I know it’s only the poor quarter, but still, the very idea of having two hideous hags in tow makes my skin crawl.  I desperately need that mirror and those paper bags.  Better get some makeup to disguise myself too, if this ogre of an elf “maiden” hangs around for long.

The Coma Chronicles

Again I have been crippled by another lucky blow. This one stuck my torso rather than my arms, and oddly enough it has inspired me, but more on that later.

We managed to defeat the disease cult that was the main engine of and creation and propagation of the Blood Veil plague. Puny disease cultists! Before being put down they confirmed the Queen’s was behind the plague, but not why she was doing so. Gritt is pretty keen to ask her I think. The cultists were also kind enough to leave some notes on the creation of the plague and this allowed me to synthesise a cure. Not that the others could understand, but it was quite complicated and is probably one on my better alchemical works to date. Though I am also pleased that the modifications I have made to myself are working so efficiently, although they have drawn a fair number of deliberate attacks in some of the combats we have undertaken and as a result my lower right arm is carrying a fair bit of scarring at the moment which has reduced some of its functionality. When I get the chance I’d better look into fixing it up.

Unfortunately our “rest” (some of the party get a rest, I have been working on the cure, I anticipated some weeks to fully eradicate the disease) was interrupted when the Grey Maidens, under the Queen’s orders sealed off Old Korvosa under the guise of controlling the disease. From a containment and control point of view it makes sense, but she is a lying, puny bitch and is no doubt up to something. In typical fashion, Gritt cut his date short and marched straight into the quarantine zone to investigate. The rest of us remained outside and attempted to render what aid we could and investigated sourcing bulk supplies and disease cures from further afield.

Unfortunately there was little we could do and when Gritt didn’t show for a planned meeting, we to entered the quarantine zone (in a more clandestine manner) to look for him.

We found Gritt in Vencarlo’s house, though his head had been detached from his body in a traumatic fashion.

I remember little after that, I remember being cut across the back and then run through the abdomen by another blade and then fading into unconsciousness with blood and parts of my digestive system spilling over my hands.

I came to looking and was looking into the face a rather freaky looking elf in a spiked gimp suit. Turns out she was Mandraiv’s new squeeze, must be an elf thing, her name was Laori and she had arrived at Vencarlo’s house just after us and assisted with the dispatching of a couple of Red Mantis assassins that had killed Gritt and disemboweled me. Puny bug people! Next time I will crush them.

Gritt’s wounds would require more expensive healing, fortunately I had not spent my Queen’s reward money and I exchanged this for a sufficient amount of diamond dust for a raise dead. Looks like I’m owed again.

Back to my recent idea though. While being healed of the rather unpleasant wounds I received I augmented it with some of my own creations and anatomical knowledge. I’m pretty sure this has resulted in some ‘redistribution’ of my internal organs, moving behind them behind some of the larger abdominal muscles groups and also a hardening of the natural compartments the organs lie in. The effect has been quite noticeable and I feel it could turn a similar strike to one I received about 20-30% of the time. The downside is that the process has been quite draining and strenuous activity is draining me a little faster than normal.

I will need to investigate this side effect further, but I think I am on to something here and might be able to further refine this process and increase the protection of my vital organs without any adverse characteristics.

Ch 3, Part 1: Into the Dying City

The heroes try to take some time off but there are continued signs of the queen's influence over Korvosa and they know that the city is still in great peril.

While Gritt takes Slyvania to a dinner date at the Posh and Turtle he notices the Grey Wardens begin to put Old Korviosa under quarantine. Eventually Gritt excuses himself to investigate the quarantine. He learns that they cannot make enough cure for the Blood Veil quickly enough and therefore the Queen ordered the quarantine of Old Korvosa while the cure is concentrated upon the rest of the city. Old Korvosa is the poorest region of Korvosa but also makes up 40% of the city's population.

Gritt quickly enters the quarantine area before access is closed off. There he bravely works to help maintain order.

Meanwhile Sparrowhawk meets with the Commandant of the Sable Marines where she is asked to confirm what the party has learnt of the queen's involvement in the plague. He is also told that the Sable Marine's will be following the Queen's orders to maintain the quarantine of Old Korvosa.

The heroes ponder their options exploring possible ways that they might be able to help Old Korvosa by securing greater supplies for the cure, Eventually they abandon that plan when it becomes clear the logistics of such an operation is beyond their means.

Back in Old Korvosa Gritt works tirelessly to secure support for protecting Old Korvosa from anarchy. There is limited supplies entering Old Korvosa (including a meagre amount of Blood Veil cure) which in the end probably will help to ignite tensions as the citizens try to gain access to the supplies.

He secures aid from the Noble Arkonas house as well as Vencarlo to help keep the peace on the heavily populated island.

In the rest of the city the heroes start seeing the results of Queen's anger. The Three Rings Tavern is requisitioned by the Grey Maidens and the heroes turfed out. Sparrowhawk is in the cupse of opening hostilities before Watson talks him down. Theandra, the owner of the inn gracefully steps aside and lets the Grey Maiden's take her inn. The heroes later learn that the Shrine of Shelyn has suffered a similar fate, except the clerics have been arrested while they are investigated for 'poor' healing performance during the plague.

Gritt later returns to see Vencarlo and discovers the door unlocked and his home suspiciousily quiet. He searches through the house then comes face to face with a man dress in a red insect mask, the man waves his sword in circles which has a mesmorising effect. Gritt stares helplessly at it before he is mericilessly assassinated.

The rest of the heroes decide to look in on Gritt to tell him of the events in the city. They eventually find their way to Vencarlo's home, where they too are confronted by the red insect man assassin, except they quickly learn that there are two and the assassins ably start taking cutting down the heroes, until only Sol, Sparrowhawk and Mandraiv remain.

The day is saved by a strange visitor, an elven priestess of Zon-Kuthon, dressed in a hooked chainmail bikini, she is an ugly sight but has both a cheerful and callous demeanor. She promises to help the heroes if Mandraiv can give her some quality alone time, which Mandraiv reluctantly agrees to. She easily defeats the assassins.

They learn her name is Laori and she is looking for an artist by the name of Salavator Scream, she is fantatical about art and wishes to meet him. She also has her 'time' with Mandraiv and he quickly learns she is a sadistic.

Laori offers to stick around so that she can bring Gritt back from the dead

Encounter	Grit	Helious	Mandraiv	Sparrowhawk	Sol	Watson
Pre-Session	31,171	25,971	31,071	28,221	31,071	26,971
Journal
rp: courting Slyvania	600
rp: Marcus Endrin				600
rp: Keeping the peace at Three Rings Tavern						600
rp: alone in Old Korvosa	600
rp: invesstigating saving Korvosa			600	600		600
red mantis assassins	1600	1600	1600	1600	1600	1600
rp: Laori's bargain			600
Chief Tea Maker	300
Total	33,971	27,571	33,271	31,021	32,671	29,771