The main hall of the adventurer's guild is a two story balconied affair with long trencher tables and benches. There is a large fireplace that has doors to the kitchens, where most of the mercenaries, mountbanks and murder hobos that make up the membership go to get their daily bowl of hot brown, and near them are stairs heading up to shops, offices and private quarters. Somewhere out of the main hall are stairs leading down to the arena, proving grounds and undercroft.

The group at one of the tables in the back is an odd mix of two halflings, a leprechaun, a dwarf, and an elf. The elf sits just a bit apart from the others, as is typical of those raised in the mountains. Dressed in ordinary clothes and decked out in combat leathers, his wide hat is oddly of much finer material. Twin scabbards hold long knives on his sides, and his pack rests between his feet. When he looks up from his meal of hot brown, it is easier to see wisps of his blue hair peeking out from beneath the hat. Stranger than that, his eyes appear a luminous blue as well marking him as Air-Infused.

He finishes the bowl and leans back. With a faint trace of a southern accent marking him as not from Northport, Espiri says to the group, “I’m getting tired of waiting on Summanus. Too many meals of this ‘hot brown’ are making me actually want to eat my trail rations instead, and I’m almost out of money. Not all of us are as rich as the dwarf.” He nods his head in the general direction of Valdnur.

In a rare moment, Espiri actually moves his head a bit closer to the group and says, “Let me get to the point. I think we should find a job that pays well. If Summanus gets back before we leave, so much the better. Otherwise, he will just have to wait until we get back. I think we proved ourselves quite capable together guarding the caravan.”
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Osgood was sitting with his back against the wall. The slightly build, brown haired halfling was idly playing with a large knife in one hand while the other was under the table unsuccessfully attempting to undo the knot on Rick's purse. His bowl was long empty as was a couple of pint glasses in front of him. "Right you are. I'm down to my last few coppers, and soon I won't be able to afford even this swill." The knife disappeared and he attempted to get the last few drops out of a glass. "If that no good Summanus can't be bothered to show, I see no reason to wait anymore."

The dwarf is wearing light plate armor set with simple green stones. A pair of throwing axes are strapped to his back and he has a pair of repeating pistol crossbows sitting on the table in front of him that normally holster on his hips. He finishes the brown porridge with gusto looking up confused at the others remarks, "I dunno what you mean about eating your rations lad, this stuff is free and that makes it good!"

He licks the rim of the simple wooden bowl to make sure he got it all, then pulls a small mirror out of his pack so he can see to brush and loose bits out of his immaculate beard. Satisfied that his appearance is restored he chimes in, "A job would do us all good though. Sitting idle is no good for the halflings, less so the quarterling... We should follow up on some of those rumors in town. Summanus should be here soon I'm sure and extra road weary to boot; I'm sure he won't mind waiting on us to finish whatever job we start. What sort of job are you thinking?"

In reply to Valdnur Silverheart (msg # 4):

A familiar figure approaches, the assistant caravan leader. His gambeson and gear is clean as is he, but he looks far from relaxed.
"Gentlemen, we have some bad news. The leader of our mercantile company, Batholemieu Fortescu, has not not made his way to Northport, and I fear ill has befallen him. He was travelling with your friend Patensus, and a few swordsmen. I will give it another week, and then I must form another company."

“If yer not gonna finish that....” murmured the other Halfling, hopping up on his chair to reach for Espiri’s bowl. “Hey!” he snapped at Oz, swatting his hand away. “I ain’t got much left in there anyways...”

He sat back down as the merchant approached.

“You heard from Summanus?” he said. “Haven’t seen him anywhere in Northport either.”

"That's not good lads..." Valdnur says, stating the obvious, "Do we know what route they were traveling? Perhaps there is some way we can track them and figure out where they are? Summanus might've taken a detour here or there, but not while traveling with Mister Fortescu..."

Espiri slaps at Rick's hand and mutters, "Are you too short to see over the edge of a bowl? It's empty."

The news about Summanus gives the elf a glower. His voice laden with sarcasm he says back to Valdnur, "Thank you for stating the obvious. Even if we were to know where Summanus disappeared, who is going to fund a rescue? I think you are the only one of us, Valdnur, that is not strapped for cash. Now if there was a substantial reward to go investigate I think we might be able to make that work."

His last sentence turns into a question as Espiri glances at Eustache and raises a quizzical eyebrow.

"Oi!" Rick frowned at the Elf. "Ehh, yes. I am too short to see over the edge of the bowl. Obviously. Is your head also half air?"

The Halfling did his best to scowl menacingly, but it lasted about a second before he burst into laughter and slapped Espiri in the arm.

"Get it? Half air? Like you! Bahahahaha!"

He chugged the rest of his mead and reached quite unsubtly for Oz's cup.

"Somebody get my cousin a stool. That one is empty as well Rick. Now be a dear and walk the empties to the bar. In case you were wondering, they are all empty. That should save you an awful lot of guessing." Osgood chuckled at his cousin. "Now Eustache, I'm with the tall one over there, that being flat broke. I don't even have enough funds to keep in food and drink, let alone give my clumsy, lead fingered cousin something to steal that won't get him killed when he gets caught. As much as we all like Summanus, I simply can not put together supplies for a rescue trip without some backing."

Quietly watching the whole debate from edge of the group, Arthur finally finished his gruel and tosses the empty bowl at the halfling “‘ey you can have the rest o’ this one too. I’m bettin’ Sumanus just got turned around chasing some lass, we might as well find some work until he can pull his head out between his legs and remember we be waitin’ for him. I don’t like be so low on coin as I am currently”

“Oi!” snapped Rick, yet again. He grabbed the empty bowl and scowled at Arthur.

“No more healing potions for you! Next time you’re gonna share, at least leave me a few bites.”

Snatching the Leprechaun’s drink, he said, “I’ll call us even if you left a few sips of . . . damn, you drink fast for such a little guy.”

He returned to his typical, cheery disposition despite the subject of their missing compatriot. “As for Summanus, without some coin we’re gonna have a hard time tracking him down. I say get ourselves some local work in the mean time.”

"bah, be nice and you might get my entire bowl tomorrow, I am so stuffed I won't have to eat for another weak!"

Arthur rests back and rubs his belly contentedly while glaring at the greedy halfling.

In reply to Arthur (msg # 13):

"Once I settle accounts, I may begin a new venture, possibly returning to Matin du Montagne to settle affairs, I will look for you  here, but for now I will be engaged with the Merchant's guild. You can find me staying at the Silver Purse."

“We should stick around Northport for a while, in case Summanus turns up looking for us,” said Rick. “Have you heard of any jobs around here? Or perhaps know who to ask? The more interesting the better, in my opinion.”

In reply to Theadric Greenbottle (msg # 15):

"As it so happens, I was speaking to a fellow who represents the interests of the Imperial Mages guild, not that they have a guildhall here, but there has been a shortage of an ingredient for paut, which drove up the prices for the potion. The problem seems to be that even though there should  be increased demand due to the reduced supply, local wizards have found someone to get it from cheaper. The merchant seemed to suggest that there would be interest from the Mageguild in finding the illicit supplier and stopping them."

"Act as jack-booted thugs to disrupt the free market? I'm not interested." Valdnur says wagging his beard back and forth, "Out of curiosity though, what's the pay?

In reply to Valdnur Silverheart (msg # 17):

Eustache blinks."I am not too fond of the Mageguild either, but Ghislaine had said something like three thousand, with a bonus if the formulary of the alchemist in question could be obtained."
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"Hold on now Valdnur, don't go speaking for all of us. I rather like the occasional act of thuggery. Especially the paying kind." He looks into a mostly empty coin purse that had somehow found it's way into his hand. "Yep going to definitely need a paying job. Anybody want a drink? Rick's paying."

"I am not one to be turning down a payin' job, but I don't trust them jerks over at the mages guild..."

The leprechaun sits back, playing with his top hat while he thinks it over.

"Bah, I could use the coin and I am sure my friend would enjoy an outing... Though if we do this, that could mean we end up having to pay more for out potions in the future... What do you guys think, I could go either way."
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The elf responds to the group and says, "I have no problem with working for the Mages if the pay is good. $600 each does not sound like a bad sum if we can do the work quick. We already have our own alchemist if we need cheaper potions, so I do not think we would be ruining the market for us."

Espiri asks Eustache, "Did you manage to hear if this job was a bounty, or if it was a contract?"

In reply to Espiri Skyblessed (msg # 21):

"It seemed more of a bounty situation, although Ghislane said that if the matter was not handled locally, the Mageguild would send in an investigative team... that part did not sound so good to me."

"Well if it's a bounty, we can just set to work. No need to check in until we can collect." Valdnur says, "Rick, do you have any ideas where we might start looking it we were in the market for black market alchemical ingredients?"

In reply to Valdnur Silverheart (msg # 23):

Ooc some streetwise rolls might give some leads, merchant, connoisseur and alchemy addi g a bonus to any defaults.

“First lets get our hands on this new Paut,” he said. “If I have some to work with, I’ll have a better idea what ingredients we’re looking for.”

15:13, Today: Theadric Greenbottle rolled 6 using 3d6.  Alchemy 21.
     That is a crit.

"Well I suppose that I can check around and see if I can find that paut. I might need some money though. With what I have and Rick's contribution, I have about... $100. I'm not sure if that will be enough to buy it."

16:04, Today: Osgood rolled 8 using 3d6.  streetwise 13.

"I'll cover it." Valdnur says reaching in his coat and pulling out his coin purse. He counts out two gold and slides it to Osgood. He keeps his hand on the money and before releasing it says, "Bring me the change, I'm expensing this from the bounty and I don't think everyone would appreciate the undue cost inflation of your sticky fingers. Understood?"

"Everybody is so suspicious these days." Said the thief as he quickly slipped the coins into some inner pocket and dryly continued. "I'll see if the black market distributor will give me a receipt." He stood up, brushed the crumbs off his coat and headed out to find the paut.

"Wait a moment, Oz. Backup is usually a good idea, and if nothing else I can provide a distraction." Espiri says. The elf reaches down to grab his backpack and then walks out behind the halfling.

"I shall stay with Threadric, perhaps my skills in the library will help once he has discovered what is in this new paut."

In reply to Arthur (msg # 30):

Not too far out of the guild is the Redlght district, which has a high orcish population, in addition to a collection of seedy taverns. Just off the mostly goblin artisinal district is a narrow lane with a pawnshop and a glassblower shop. Beside that is a boarding house with an exterior entrance to an apothecary shop, heralded by a wooden sign with a painting of a mortar and pestle.  The door at the base of the stairs is open.  A bearded man in patch robes is sweeping out some glass shards.

Espiri says to Oz, "You look the most suspicious. After you." The elf waves the halfling forward toward the shop.

"Besides, you have all the money." he adds in a much lower voice, while carefully placing his hands near his knives.

Oz shrugs and heads into the shop.
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In reply to Osgood (msg # 33):

The shopkeeper looks at Osgood and dryly says"We are all out of growth potions today."

Oz smiled. "I'm actually quite tall for a halfling, and I do not wish to be confused for a tall folk. My companions and I are just gearing up for a trip, and they sent us out to get a few prices on healing potions, poisons, and a potion of haste. If you have those that is." As he talked he looked around the meager shop, hoping to catch a glimpse of the black market paut.


16:50, Today: Osgood rolled 14 using 3d6.  PER 14 (look for paut).

The elf smirks and says to Oz, "Did you catch that or did it go over your head?"

In reply to Espiri Skyblessed (msg # 36):

Healing potions and Haste, we have, but poison is illegal without a writ."

Oz turns to the skyelf. "Just our luck. This part of town, and we find the one shopkeeper with a conscience." Patting his pocket, he jingled the coins in his purse. "I bet he doesn't even sell that new paut."

In reply to Osgood (msg # 38):

"You mistake me. I am licensed to sell non lethal alchemical preparations, and Paut I have in stock- for a mere $130."

"Well I'll have to talk to my boss about the other purchases, but our mage gave me some coin to buy the paut. I'll take one bottle." He paid for the purchase with Valdnur's coin, and headed back to the group.

“Lemme see,” said Rick, when Oz returned with some Paut.

He unpacked his lab and started running some tests to discern the possible alternative ingredients, where they may have come from, and, if possible, who in Northport might have access to them.

15:13, Today: Theadric Greenbottle rolled 6 using 3d6.  Alchemy 21.
     My roll from earlier.

In reply to Theadric Greenbottle (msg # 41):

The paut is bluish, and while you detect the silver, there seems to be a significant amount of grain alchohol in it, as well as some type of eggwhite, but no blood. The grain alchohol is not malt or wheat.

“Arthur, hit the books and see if you can find out what type of bird other than a scarlet ibis, are sacred to or connected to Thoth, god of magic,” said Rick. “And see if we can’t find a list of distilleries in town.”

“Aye let me see what I can find about any birds related to gods of magic. While I’m there I will jot the list down if it is available in the library”

With a grunt Arthur jumps to the floor and wanders away from the table towards the library. Finally something to look forward to, some peace and quiet surrounded by beautiful books.


01:16, Today: Arthur rolled 11 using 3d6.  Research/17 .
01:16, Today: Arthur rolled 12 using 3d6.  Speed reading/17 for research

Oz walks over to Valnur and drops a handful of coins on the table in front of him. "I tried to get a receipt, but he wouldn't give me one on account of it being a black market transaction. But I swear on Rick's life that this is what was left from the purchase. I'm going to see about the distilleries."

19:43, Today: Osgood rolled 12 using 3d6.  streetwise 13.

Valdnur counts the change and raises an eyebrow, "They're charging the same price as normal paut? Interesting... It will be very interesting to see what Rick and the quarterling turn up."

"Well technically they are charging what paut use to cost."

In reply to Osgood (msg # 47):

While only ibises are sacred to Toth, and Hermes/Mercury has no associated bird, the faith of the raiding people has a god of magic named Wotan who keeps ravens.


And technically,  the guild maintains not a library, but the Dismal Tower of the sages does. A days research costs 1 silver- that result took less than that, make free with two more research rolls.


A good person to ask about distilleries and grain alchohol would be Eustache, as he mentioned something about buying Madiera from an importer here in town.

After spending a short time in the library Arthur discovers what he is looking for and returns to his friends to tell them.

"There is no other bird associated with Toth, but there is a God of Magic worshiped by a tribe of raiders that keeps Ravens and that may be the source of this new paut. I am not as familiar with the alchemical ways as Rick but it would make sense to me that this new paut is based in Ravens blood."

“Eggwhite, actually,” said Rick. “Let’s see if Eustache can help us find a still.”

Rick packed up his gear and went to inquire of Eustache about stills in Northport.

You find Eustache at the Silver Purse, a fairly swanky inn.

"Distilleries? I know of none in Northport. The fellow DuClair, who I am buting Madiera from imports it from Valdassya. There was another at an Abbey just to the south, but it has lain in ruins since the plague. There us a fine one southwest of here,in Sonne but they had some kind of security issue, someone stole over a tonne of spirit from them a month ago."

“Thank you, Eustache,” he said, finishing his drink in one gulp. “Do you have any contacts in Sonne familiar with the situation? I think we’re looking for whoever took the spirits, or at least whoever paid them to do it.”

In reply to Theadric Greenbottle (msg # 52):

"There is quite a bit of chatter in the guild about that incident. A tonne is quite a bit of spirit, and the barrel was left behind. Falchan et Fils, the distillery may be ruined by the loss, and that quantity of spirit was to have been sold to the Mageguild for a small fortune!"



Ooc: 1 tonne is 125 gallons; distilled spirit goes for $16 per pint.

“Thanks, he said. “I’ll see what I can turn up.”

He returned to the rest of the crew and waited until everyone had returned.

“Looks like we may have a lead. This Paut contains some grain alcohol, a large quantity of which was recently stolen from a distillery called Falchan et Fils in Sonne. Let’s see if we can turn up info on who stole it, and where we can find them.”

Espiri replies to Rick, "So someone stole a lot of alcohol and decided Paut was a better use than just drinking it? Hah. I'm not sure whether to approve of their greed, or to frown upon removing that much alcohol from the market."

He muses, "Someone has to know something of where that much alcohol could be stored after stealing it. I'll go visit the local taverns and see if I hear anything."


16:35, Today: Espiri Skyblessed rolled 13 using 3d6.  Carousing 13.

"I'll go see what I can find out about the missing booze." He wandered the back allies, and seedy taverns looking for information on what crew might have taken the spirits, and where they might located.


16:36, Today: Osgood rolled 10 using 3d6.  Carousing 11.
16:36, Today: Osgood rolled 5 using 3d6.  streetwise 13.

"Taverns? Great, I'm in!" Valdnur says, "We'll find them in no time!"

16:39, Today: Valdnur Silverheart rolled 17 using 3d6.  Carousing 13. Critical Failure! It seems Valdnur will not be very helpful in this endeavor.

In reply to Valdnur Silverheart (msg # 57):

Valdur ends up in a tavern brawl, and gets knocked around a little, despite managing to put his attackers on the floor, down 1 hp.

Osgood hears about a raid that happened about three weeks ago, where a beer distributor with an old imperial arena in the basement was raided. The proprieter of the fight club, an ogrekin named Vilgar, fled underground with a small keg that was described as being unusually heavy.
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Valdnur staggers back over to the table where his companions are dining their ale. His nose is bleeding and there is a cut above his left eyebrow; he picks up his ale, blood dripping into it, and downs it.

He sighs and wipes his face, "Sooo.... That half-orc was less than helpful, well I mean I feel better after getting my mad out, but I didn't get anything useful."

In reply to Valdnur Silverheart (msg # 59):

Osgood recalls something about this Vilgar character- he runs a couple of arena locations around town, and keeps offices in the guild.  The place he had before is now a watch station.

After a bit, Oz returns. He stares quizzically at the battered dwarf, and shakes his head. "Well boys, I have a lead. A fellow named Vilgar seems to have had something to do with the missing booze. I'm going to need to skulk around some of his known hang outs, but I'm not going alone, he sounds tough. Shall we head out?"
Assuming everyone is good with this, we can go check out his arenas and try to track him down.

In reply to Osgood (msg # 61):

The ogrekin turns out to be very easy to locate- you find him in the common room at the guild, talking with a goblin. They both wear bold badges of ranking members.
He looks at you apraisingly.
"Not a bad looking company. What can I do you for?"

In reply to Vilgar (msg # 62):

As the ogre speaks, there is a popping sound and a smell of brimstone.  An ugly horned creature materializes next to you.

Valdnur raises an eyebrow and whips out two of his pistol crossbows. One is leveled at the demon and one is leveled at Vilgar, "You'll find we are quite capable. I will say though, you have an odd way of greeting people..."

12:55, Today: Valdnur Silverheart rolled 7,7 using 3d6,3d6.  Fast Draw Pistol 16. Success by 9 each.
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In reply to Valdnur Silverheart (msg # 64):

The half ogre backs away from the demon in surprise "What in the Hells is that? Is it with you?"

In reply to Vilgar (msg # 65):

A goblin (not the one standing by Vilgar) from the back table leaps up, brandishing a medallion.
"Begone, demon!"

"Not yours? That makes this simple then." Valdnur says flipping his other crossbow toward the demon and shooting a bolt at each of it's eyes.

16:02, Today: Valdnur Silverheart rolled 11,9 using 3d6,3d6.  Crossbow 20-4(TA Eyes)=16 (×2). Success by 5 & 7.
16:25, Today: Valdnur Silverheart rolled 14,15 using 2d6+6,2d6+6.  Impaling damage to eyes (×4). 14×4=56; 15×4=60.

“Hello there,” Rick said, extending a hand to the demon. “What brings you to this fine establish....”

He was cut off by Vald’s crossbow bolts shooting over his head.

“Eeeek!” he said, ducking to the side.
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Oz seemed to vanish, reappearing behind the demon with 2 long knives drawn, slashing at his neck

23::53, Today: Osgood rolled 15,10 using 4d6-1,4d6-1.  Damage 4d-1 cut to neck.

23:52, Today: Osgood rolled 13,12 using 3d6,3d6.  Knife 17, (+3 backstab), (-5 neck), =15.

23:48, Today: Osgood rolled 10 using 3d6  Stealth 17.

23:47, Today: Osgood rolled 15,10 using 3d6,3d6.  Fast draw 15.
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Espiri smiles and says, "Finally. This day was getting to be rather boring." He takes a few steps forward and up, and attempts to slam his daggers into the demon's eyes.

17:01, Today: Espiri Skyblessed rolled 4,6 using 3d6,3d6.  Fast-Draw (Sword) 17 (x2).
Both are crit successes?

17:03, Today: Espiri Skyblessed rolled 9,6 using 3d6,3d6.  Rapier 20-4(TA Eyes)=16 (x2).
Another crit success?!

17:04, Today: Espiri Skyblessed rolled 5,6 using 1d6,1d6.  Rapier Impaling damage to eyes.

"Oi! Who brought you here?" Arthur exclaims as steps back a few steps from the rest of his group and looks at the goblin priest to see if he recognizes him or knows of him.

OOC:Trying to determine if Arthur knows if summoning my own demon would cause confusion with this priest or if it would be better to just use spells for this fight.

In reply to Arthur (msg # 71):

The eyeless, nearly decapitated demon collapses in a pool of ichor, without having had a chance to open its mouth. The goblins stare openmouthed, and the half ogre lers out an appreciative whistle.

In reply to Alshsharir (msg # 72):

The goblin Vilgar had originally been speeking to, and who is carrying a large book, turns to the ogre"McCain must be slipping to let all that armament get through."

In reply to Lepkur (msg # 73):

The half ogre shakes his head. "Nah. It's all on point. Hand crossbows get a pass because of the bolt length, and long knives make it under the cubit plus a span limit... That was impressive! I wonder who sent him."
 His brow furrows looking at the dead demon.

In reply to Vilgar (msg # 74):

The other goblin with the medallion looks at you with appreciation, and returns to the back table he came from. The other assorted mercenaries and malefactors, some of whom were in the process of drawing knives, sheath their weapons and turn back to their bowls of hot brown and their drinks.


A small scroll rolls out of the demon's hand.

"Apologies for drawing on you there. I think you can see what it looked like at first." Valdnur puts away both crossbows as quickly as he drew them out, "I've got my permits for everything. I don't like being separated from my weapons..."

"I don't suppose you've got a moment to answer some questions now do you?" Valdnur asks indicating to the massacred demon, "All things considered..."

After carefully wiping off his knives, Espiri sheathes them again. He takes a step back from everyone around him, but he grins and says, "That is the most fun I have had this week. Buying paut was boring."

He notices the scroll and points it out to Arthur, "That scroll looks like something in your area of expertise."

”Dibs!” said Rick, grabbing the scroll and opening it.

In reply to Theadric Greenbottle (msg # 78):

The scroll contains a warning...
STOP ASKING QUESTIONS!

In reply to Valdnur Silverheart (msg # 76):

"Alright, shoot!" he pauses, eying the crossbows."Let me rephrase that. Whaddya want to know?"
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“Well that’s boring,” said Rick, passing the scroll to the others.

He turned to Vilgar. “We have come to understand that you have had contact with some—shall we say—distilled spirits dubiously acquired. Acquired from a certain someone and son in Sonne, if you are still following.”

In reply to Theadric Greenbottle (msg # 81):

The half ogre's eyes widen.
"Oh that gig! Bastard paid me what he promised, and with all this cloak and dagger business getting him the goods, but I lost a major venue while safeguarding his keg and got no compensation. Was that note from him?"
His eyes narrow. "Hold it over a flame. He can't resist."

"Any thoughts on how we might get in contact with this person?" Valdnur asks. He looks at the demon and the note and chuckles, "Since we sorta massacred his messenger demon..."

"And who is this person? Or at least what did you call them?"

Rick snatched the scroll back and held it over a candle without hesitation.

“What’s it gonna blow up or something?”

In reply to Theadric Greenbottle (msg # 84):

As the scroll warms, faint brownish lines begin to form on the back of the parchment, forming a diagram marked with alchemical symbols, and the initials NF.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 85):

"He called himself Nicholas Flamel, But I knew that was horseshit. He always wrote some crap on the back, or was just too cheap to use fresh parchment. I never met him directly, he always had some goon that was reciting stuff and looked confused when he got an off script question. Every time, someone different, but they always headed back toward a spot on Dockside north of the Cathedral."

“Brilliant,” he said, turning and heading for the door.

He didn’t even turn his head, just called back to the group: “Today?!”

Oz looks around at the group. "Is it just me, or has he gotten a little bossy? He shrugged and followed Rick out the door.


22:02, Today: Osgood rolled 6 using 3d6.  streetwise 13. Hoping to talk up some of the locals in the area and find out more about this nick dude. rumors, location, how dangerous is he, etc.

Espiri shrugs and follows right behind the others. He does think to ask before he steps out the door, "Are we sure that demon corpse isn't valuable?"

Giving a nod to the priest at the back table Arthur starts to follow the group before pausing to consider the corpse.

11:10, Today: Arthur rolled 6 using 3d6.  Hidden Lore(Demon) 17 - anything valuable.
That's a crit

In reply to Arthur (msg # 90):

Petty demons mostly melt away when killed; greater demons have valuable blood, hearts, horns and teeth. If salted quickly, petty demons can be flayed for superior scroll and spellbook material, this must be done within an hour of death; a typical petty demon hide can be made into 2d pages of fine vellum that has a bonus for demonological texts and scrolls.

You head out of the guild, and towards that odd triangle between the spires of the Cathedral of the Tripartite god, the Dismal Tower of the Sages' Guild, and the daunting Adamantine abode of Shadow Elves, Twilight house. Edging on the intersection of the Dockside, Redlight, and Artisanal districts, the area is a little seedy. Just the same, smoke can be seen puffing out of the chimneys of several buildings.




You hear a little chatter, the origin of the blue paut seems to be from someone calling themselves Nicholas Flamel...

Iq-2 for Theadric for a lore check, and alchemy at -3 to figure out the  recipie suggested on the back of the note
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"Hold on, if I am remembering right, this particular type of demon can be salted and turned into a few valuable resources but we only have an hour before the body starts to melt away." Arthur says moving back towards the dead demon.

"Let us move the body to our room and acquire some salt before we move on to dealing with our bounty."
Arthur continues to inspect the body, he turns back to make sure his friends are returning to help and must walk around the head in order to see them.

OOC:Not sure how much salt I would need to do this or how long it takes to do the skinning but would do that before moving on...

"If you're sure there's money in it, I'll move the body." Valdnur says grabbing the thing around the middle and hefting it over his shoulder, "Have you got money for the components you need or am I financing that too?"

"Thank you Vilgar and again sorry for drawing on you..." Valdnur says with a nod and an awkward smile. He turns to walk to his room and a bit of ichor flips to sizzle on a nearby table of guild members, "Whoops, sorry about that. At least non of it got in your porridge eh?"

In reply to Valdnur Silverheart (msg # 93):

It will take about two lbs of salt and a surgery or dungeon butchery roll, yield is in vellum at $20 per sheet, 2d(-fail on surgery or dungeon butchery roll)

That much salt costs $20, so a clean job minimum doubles your money.


See previous post for update.

"Nah, Valdy unlike some I am not stupid enough to run myself out of money completely. I have plenty of silver for all the salt needed for this job, just need a bit of time to start peeling this sucker. It won't be as profitable as an actual bounty but I am sure we can get at least a couple silvers out of this wimps hide."

Taking a quick detour to buy $20 worth of salt Arthur then proceeds to salt and skin the demon to the best of his ability. Never having done this himself before makes his work a bit slower and challenging but he manages to do a passable job from the memory of his mentor doing it once before.

18:17, Today: Arthur rolled 12 using 3d6.  Dungeon Butcher(default IQ-5)/12.

Success by 0

The dwarf shifts his load, flicking more ichor about, "See Art, that's what I like about you, good business sense; every bit of silver helps. I'll get it situated, you run see if you can buy some salt from the kitchen? Hurry back though this thing is starting to drip a little."
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In reply to Valdnur Silverheart (msg # 96):

Arthur has a yield of 5 sheets of vellum, treated as Fine if sold to a demonologist or for transcribing demon lore.

after wiping himself back off Arthur rejoins the group and asks
"While you were wondering the city looking for information earlier did anyone happen to find a nice little demonologist shop? They might be willing to pay a bit extra for these here skin flaps."

In reply to Arthur (msg # 98):

As the Hadereum frowns on demons that are not in hell, there are no open shops, but a streetwise (with occultism or demon lore as a complimentary skill) would help locate one. Failing that, Spielgud the enchanter on the upper floor of the guild might buy it, using standard wealth based selling rolls.

Getting nothing but dumbfounded looks from his friends Arthur decides to look around a bit himself and see if he can't find a demonological shop that has something else as its front.



18:34, Today: Arthur rolled 6 using 3d6.  Occultism/17 supporting streetwise roll for demonlogical vendor.
18:35, Today: Arthur rolled 13 using 3d6.  streetwise/12 Based on default IQ-5. looking for demonological shop.

failed the streetwise roll by 1 but crit success the Occultism roll to support that streetwise roll...

In reply to Arthur (msg # 100):

You follow a trail of suggestive graffiti deep into the mostly orcish Redlight district. Not sure whose turf, but there is a basement shop that looks like the right place. It has only the hook that held a sign, but some chalkwork on the opposite wall seems to mean this is the right place.

The door at the base of the narrow steps is heavy, and charred black. You can see that fresh soot was dumped on the steps, obscuring prior steps, but making yours noticeable. You rap on the door and a vouce cautiously calls "Who goes there?"

"My name is Arthur and I have something you may be interested in. Open up and I can show you what I am offering."

In reply to Arthur (msg # 102):

A small window opens in the previously featureless door, and a long nosed yellowish face peers out. The window slams shut, and reopens at Arthur's face level. The same face peers out, squints, and then the face withdraws, the window slams shut and disappears, and the door opens, revealing a goblinoid person about five feet tall.
"I seen you someplace before. You don't  woik fer the Hadereum do ya?"

"I do not work for them, nor particularly enjoy their company if that's what you mean."
Arthur lets out a slight sneer at the idea of the Hadereum.

Producing a single piece of demonskin Vellum Arthur says
"My friends are holding the rest of these but I thought I would give you a glance at the wares I am offering. Before bringing the whole stock"

Valdnur waits across the street keeping an eye out and holding the other four sheets of demon vellum. He hopes it won't take too long; they really need to catch up with the others heading to the docks.

In reply to Arthur (msg # 104):

The yellowish humanoid fingers the parchment, and flips it over, pointing at a faint tattoo with his long fingernail.
"I knew dis guy. This is legit.  How many sheets did he make?
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In reply to Vargulies N'shan (msg # 106):

A hooded figure approaches from the darkened rear of the shop. A lectern you hadn't noticed before is beside wim with a large black book.

"I offer 2 silver coins ($40) per page. How many do you have?"

"That seems a bit low for these. I have several more." Arthur says motioning for Valdnur to present himself and the rest of the pages.

In reply to Arthur (msg # 108):

The hoided figure takes a ling look at Valdnur.
"I mistake myself. I offer 5 silver coins each page. Certain documents practically write themselves on the appropriate ground."

Giving the hooded figure a knowing smirk Arthur hands over the remaining sheets and accepts his coin as reward completely ignoring shopkeepers help.

"Now that price seems a bit more agreeable. Pleasure doing business with you sir."

Arthur then quickly turns and leaves expecting Valdnur to follow as they catch up with the rest of the group.

"No harm done." Valdnur grunts then jogs along to catch up with Arthur. Due to Rick's meandering distractable pace it isn't difficult for them to catch their teammates just as they're entering the dockyards.

"Arthur made the messenger into five sheets of paper and I got us five silver per page." Valdnur says, "I'll distribute it back at the hall, no good sense flipping silver about in this area..."
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In reply to Valdnur Silverheart (msg # 111):

As you head out and up the stairs, you notice that there is no longer a doorway in the wall where the shop was...

“Took you long enough,” Rick said. “So, this is the place. But, not sure where to go from here. What are we looking for again?”

In reply to Theadric Greenbottle (msg # 113):

The likely site proposed by the ogre has signs of minimal inhabitation, but there are a couple chimneys going strong.

“Ah, yes. This place,” he said, sticking a thumb over his shoulder at the seemingly inhabited building. “Wanna take a look? Oz should go first.”

"Just let me check for traps and unlock the door." Oz went to the door, and carefully checked for traps then tried to opene the door.


22:30, Today: Osgood rolled 13 using 3d6.  traps 14.
22:31, Today: Osgood rolled 9 using 3d6.  lockpicking 14.
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In reply to Osgood (msg # 116):

The door seems to have some kind of trapping system- it looks like a tripwire
Will be pulled if the door is opened, possibly setting off an alarm or triggering a mechanism inside the room beyond the door. The lock opens smoothly otherwise- it has been oiled!

Oz attempts to disarm the trap.

10:35, Today: Osgood rolled 14 using 3d6.  traps 14.

Tou are able to snatch hold of the tripline and disengage it from the door. Now you can open the door without setting it off, but you need to tie off the line or nail to the doorway to keep the tension the same when you open the door.

“Let me see if I can find something to hold that line taut,” said Rick, trotting into a nearby alley.

14:28, Today: Theadric Greenbottle rolled 14 using 3d6.  Scrounging 19.
Looking for a nail or something similar to hold the tripline.

"Alright, after we get that tied we're going in. Os, you lead, then Espiri, Arthur, and Rick; I'll bring up the rear." Valdnur says pulling out two pistol crossbows and checking that they're fully loaded, "Any additions, corrections, or deletions to the plan?"

"Once we get inside I will be bringing along my fiery friend to join in the fun. might be we put him second in line just in case. Don't want him starting fights with non-combatants by accident after all."

In reply to Theadric Greenbottle (msg # 120):

You find a loose nail and tie off the line.  With the door open, you can see that the line would have fired a crossbow both at human head height at the doorway - only Espiri would have been at risk. The line continues from there, looking as if it might have set off an alarm as well as the crossbow.

Beyond the door is a smallish room, with wide plank flooring and rough plaster walls. There is a fireplace, and despite the smoke you saw from above, there is no fire in the fireplace.

Espiri steps over the tripline and into the room. He makes sure to be a few inches off the ground as he walks around. He notes where the crossbow is placed, and says quietly, "Of course it would only have been me to get shot. You lot are all too short!"

He then asks in a half-whisper, "What now? We still have no idea if we are in the right place or not."

once everyone was inside Arthur decides it is time to bring out his friend just in case there are any unsavory people in the area.

"Now we bring out a little muscle in case this cannot be solved peacefully."



16:45, Today: Arthur rolled 10 using 3d6.  Summon Khoza, 15 or less.

In reply to Arthur (msg # 125):

The room dims, and there is a smell like hot iron and burnt flesh, that quickly becomes sulferous and a shadow forms in the center of the room, whispy at first, but gradually forming the angular shape of a batwinged horned demon, muscular and equipped with a jaggedly spiked polearm.
His eyes glow like the embers of a ruined hope.

"Or are you too tall Espiri?" Oz begins to follow the line pausing to take the bolt out of the crossbow without triggering it. "Here Valdnur, no charge."

Is there another door out of the room?

"Khoza, it is not yet time for fun, first you must stay quiet and follow in line. You will follow Ozzy there and if something attacks him then you get to have your fun."

Arthur may only stand up to Khozapukt's kneecap but he clearly does not fear this demon.

Khozapukt merely silently nods in agreement and gets in line quietly behind osgood. Only the gleam of his eyes show his excitement for the combat ahead.

In reply to Arthur (msg # 128):

The room is small, three yards by four, with a low ceiling just above two yards. There is a rickety looking ladder leading to a loft area under the eaves, and a broken table to one side.


Per rolls

Arthur looks around the room a bit more closely after summoning Khoza.



23:43, Today: Arthur rolled 8 using 3d6.  Per/16 looking around.

After getting his instructions from the annoying half pint Khoza looks around the room and grunts not seeing much before getting ready to move along.

23:44, Today: Khozapukt rolled 9 using 3d6.  Per/10.

Espiri wanders up to the loft area using the air as steps. He takes a hard look around the room as he does so.


22:08, Today: Espiri Skyblessed rolled 6 using 3d6.  PER 10 (+2 if Vision-based).

Rick grabbed his crossbow and braces it against its sling as he moved about, looking for anything interesting.

04:54, Today: Theadric Greenbottle rolled 12 using 3d6.  Per 13.

Valdnur scans the room two crossbows pointing left and right as he creeps in at the back of the group.

07:34, Today: Valdnur Silverheart rolled 10 using 3d6.  Per 12. Success by 2.

Oz Looks around, but doesn't see much.

17:02, Today: Osgood rolled 17 using 3d6.  PER 14.
Not sure what a crit fail does in this situation

In reply to Osgood (msg # 135):

Osgood walks into a cobweb, and gets it in his eyes. He will be mildly disadvantaged for a minute. The others notice that some of the brickwork in the fireplace looks recent, there appears to be a trapdoor under the broken table.

The loft is a cramped space with some ruined bedding and some rats!

Arthur notices how dusty and run down the room is but also notices the new stonework done on the fireplace and goes over to investigate, looking for any hidden compartments or levers and any other reason there might be new work done on this but everything else left in shambles.




OOC: Wasn't sure what to roll for searching a fireplace so I rolled a couple
15:44, Today: Arthur rolled 14 using 3d6. search/15 searching fireplace.
15:43, Today: Arthur rolled 11 using 3d6.  per/16 searching fireplace.

In reply to Arthur (msg # 137):

Occ the skill Search, which is per-5 lets you find all of the hidey holes in an area.

You can determine that the recent brickwork is concealing the back of the hearth, and the work carries partway up the flue, which you can see to be full of smoke-someone is routing smoke up this chimney without it spilling out into the room, possibly  from underneath.

Meanwhile, the trap door on the other side has an iron ring to pull it up with.
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"It looks like someone has a fire going downstairs they don't want anyone noticing. Do you guys want to check out the trapdoor and walk into their trap or do you think it would be better to smoke em out by blocking their chimney?"

Oz continues to rub his eye. "I didn't even notice the trap door. Freaking spider got in my eye. Lets smoke them out, it seems like fun."

"anyone have anything to block the chimney with? I doubt my blanket will be big enough for the job..."

Arthur says holding up his 1 square foot of blanket.

In reply to Arthur (msg # 141):

The new brickwork is shoddy, and could be collapsed with forced entry, but might be loud.

Espiri gets bored of the talking, and decides to just lift the trapdoor in the floor. He says, "Let's see what is behind door number one!"

Sorry, guys. Impulsive.

"Dammit Espiri!" Valdnur shouts moving to a position he can see into the trap door and lining his crossbows up to shoot anything that might emerge.

“Sweet! I was falling asleep over here!” said Rick, bouncing over to the trap door.

In reply to Theadric Greenbottle (msg # 145):

There is a faint jangling sound from below as the trapdoor, and an attached line of thread is pulled. The opening is about a yard square, and wooden rungs descend into the dark.

Espiri quickly grabs a torch from his backpack. He holds it up and gestures to Arthur, "Light it up."

Once the torch is lit Espiri lobs it gently down into the dark.

Irritated at the air man's impatience Arthur looks over at the torch then at the hole under the trap door and drops a ball of flame down the hole instead.  "There that should provide ample light and inform anyone down there of our presence if you haven't already done so."

Cast Create Fire over the opening of the trapdoor small enough that it just barely fits through the hole under the trapdoor and falls all the way to the bottom.

In reply to Arthur (msg # 148):

The torchlight reveals a flagstone floor and a small room roughly the size of the one you are in, with a heavy door at one end, next to what looks like a metal pipethat protrudes through the wall and meets the base of the fireplace.

Espiri says, "We can handle whoever is down there. You were wasting time. This way we get paid faster."

The swashbuckler drops down the shaft, trusting in the air to catch him just a scant few inches above the floor.

Valdnur quickly sheathes his crossbows and runs after Espiri, "Dammit lad!"

"After him!"He shouts as he attempts to slide down the sides of the ladder to quickly descend. When he hits the ground he redraws two pistol crossbows.

16:00, Today: Valdnur Silverheart rolled 13,8 using 3d6,3d6.  Fast Draw Crossbow 16 (×2). Success by 3 & 8 to quick sheathe.
15:57, Today: Valdnur Silverheart rolled 14 using 3d6.  Acrobatics 12. Fail by 2 to slide on the ladder.
16:00, Today: Valdnur Silverheart rolled 12,4 using 3d6,3d6.  Fast Draw Crossbow 16. Success by 4 & critical success to fast draw crossbows again.

Motioning that Khoza is to follow after the annoying air man, Arthur begins his slow descent into... where everyone else is going.

The Halfling followed down the ladder, redrawing his crossbow, stabilizing it, and hefting his buckler.

“I’m ready.”

Oz follows as well, drawing his long knives when he reaches the bottom.

In reply to Osgood (msg # 154):

A little bit of light shines from under the man sized door (which opens outward), and you can hear two gruff voices.

The room your in is three yards wide on the door side. Who is in the front line?
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OOC


with Khoza going after Os per the post following this one. :)

In this case Valdnur is actually up front with Espiri, but otherwise the order should be the same.
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In reply to Valdnur Silverheart (msg # 157):

The bar on the other side of the door is removed,nd a human in scale armor yanks the door open; confronting you are 2 more similarly dressed men with crossbows aimed
At the doorway. They look like they are expecting you, but not khozaput.

Rick took aim at one of the crossbowmen.

“Drop it, bastard!”

Valdnur shoots an arrow at an eye of each crossbowman.

Dual Weapon Attack, Targeting the Eye, on each crossbow wielding enemy.

13:02, Today: Valdnur Silverheart rolled 10,11 using 3d6,3d6.  Crossbow 20-4(TA Eyes)-0(DWA)=16 (×2). Success by 6 & 5.
13:05, Today: Valdnur Silverheart rolled 11,11 using 2d6+5,2d6+5.  Impaling Damage to Eyes (×4). That's 44 damage each! :)
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“Damn it, Vald! That was my shot!”

seeing Valdnur let fly Khozapukt yells "FINALLY!!!!!"  as he swings over the top of Oz's head trying to decapitate the doorman



Khoza will step/run forward if needed, not sure the exact stats on the bill hook or where it was found.
All out attack determined at neck

17:58, Today: Khozapukt rolled 12 using 3d6.  polearm/14 15+4AoA(D)-5neck swinging.
17:58, Today: Khozapukt rolled 22 using 3d6+5.  cutting damage to the neck (x2)

22 cutting damage to the neck

Shaking his head all Arthur could think to say was

"welp so much for negatiating a better deal with these guys than the mages guild would offer..."

The elf launches forward with his knives held in fencing posture and calmly states, "Thank you for getting the door for me. Let me give you something in return." He attempts to poke both of the unarmed human's eyes out.

17:27, Today: Espiri Skyblessed rolled 15,12 using 3d6,3d6.  Fast-Draw (Sword) 17 (x2).

17:28, Today: Espiri Skyblessed rolled 7,6 using 3d6,3d6.  Rapier 20-4(TA Eyes)=16 (x2).
Crit success on one of those. At least one eyeball is history.

17:29, Today: Espiri Skyblessed rolled 4,5 using 1d6,1d6.  Rapier Impaling damage to eyes.

In reply to Espiri Skyblessed (msg # 164):

Espiri holds the head aloft, impaled through the eyesockets... as the body detaches and falls over backwards. The hallway beyond is sprayed with blood, and the two crossbowmen lie dead, although one spasmodically fired his bow at the ceiling as he fell, and the other fired past Oz, about a foot above his head, striking the back wall.

Oz glances at the bolt sticking out of the wall. He sheaths his blades and stalks into the room. "Damn it all. Unless we go an hire a necromancer, we probably should leave one of them alive. They probably could of given us some information." He looks around the room but fails to find anything yet again.

18:47, Today: Osgood rolled 17,15 using 3d6,3d6.  PER 14, Search 14. Another crit fail on the PER

"Oh come off it lad, surely these are the muscle. No black market paut dealer is gonna open his own door."  Valdnur says, then he pauses looking at the corpses, "...I mean he wouldn't would he?"

Is there another door to go through?

Rick scowled at Vald as he lowered his crossbow for a moment. He then raised it again and moved around the room scanning for any other guards. He then took a few moments to dig through the room for anything useful, perhaps something he can use to brew later.

19:35, Today: Theadric Greenbottle rolled 4 using 3d6.  Scrounging 19. Crit!

After beheading the first of the three guards Khoza calmly walks over to the other two downed guards and beheads them aswell, looking almost sad that there was not much more of a fight to be had.

Arthur follows Khoza into the room and searches it for any hidden compartments or doorways that might be hiding some loot.


22:58, Today: Arthur rolled 5 using 3d6.  per/16 . CRIT!

In reply to Arthur (msg # 170):

The area is two yards wide by 20 yards long, there are 3 other doors in the same wall as the door you entered through, and two doors in the opposite wall at either end. Each of the doors on the same side as yours is barred and equipped with a bell.
Toward one end there is a barrel with a few stools around it, and on the barrelhead are a set of playing cards and a handfull of copper coins.

Inside the barrel (excellent search) is a removable panel, with a first aid kit and three vials... and a dark square bottle and three stacked leather cups.

The men have cheap shortswords, light scale armor, a couple of knives , three ordinary ST 12 crossbows and 34 bolts between 3 cheap quivers. The men have pouches with personal basics, one cleaning kit for a crossbow, and apparently all of their coin is on the barrelhead- $23

Espiri asks, "What do you all suppose is on the other side of the barred doors? More entrances like the one we came through?"

The elf walks up to one of the barred doorways and knocks on it with the hilt of his dagger. He notes the others finding random loot and goes to help divvy it up, but waits to hear if anything knocks back on the other side of the door.

"Grab the coins. We can backtrack to strip the bodies after we find and deal with whoever is in charge." Valdnur says, "No sense in loading ourselves down when there may still be some fighting to do."

He takes a moment to reload a bolt into the chamber of each pistol crossbow, then stands ready with Espiri to take care of the next room.

In reply to Valdnur Silverheart (msg # 173):

Nothing knocks back from the other side of the barred door. You do note that there are metal pipes running accross the ceiling, from the wall with the two doors, obver to the wall with the four doors, just like the one you saw heading up to the false wall in the fireplace above.

Each of the barred doors has a bell next to it, with a wire heading up from the bell to run along the pipe out of site. Each doot has a wire attached to its corner that leads up to the ceiling and accross to the far wall, as if the bells by the door led upstairs and the doors individually rang bells elsewhere.

Espiri glances at the pipes and strings and comments, "Well, this looks like a fun way to send a message throughout a lair. Shall we go greet whoever is on the receiving end? Who wants to pick a door?"

In reply to Espiri Skyblessed (msg # 175):

the pipes are fired clay, about 4 inches in diameter and are hot to the touch.

Arthur considers the pipes and if it would be possible to break/damage them with infernal flame/infernal flamejet.


20:16, Today: Arthur rolled 13,13 using 3d6,3d6.  occultism/17, Thaumotology/15.

In reply to Arthur (msg # 177):

Infernal flame might be enough to do it, although a crowbar would probably work too.

after a moment of thought Arthur decides it would be easier to just use brute force.

"Hey Khozapukt, break those pipes so we can stuff something in them to block the smoke escaping."

without a word in response Khozapukt lifts his bill hook and takes a few swings at the pipes to break them open enough to stuff something inside.




22:38, Today: Khozapukt rolled 18 using 3d6+5.
22:38, Today: Khozapukt rolled 10 using 3d6+5.
22:38, Today: Khozapukt rolled 16 using 3d6+5.
18,10,16 cutting damage to the pipes.

In reply to Khozapukt (msg # 180):

The first swing through smashes one row of clay pipes. Pungent whit smoke spills from the shattered pipe and starts to drift toward the ceiling. Khozapukt smashes through two others.

The demon sniffs tat the fumes.
"Burning fewmets."



Oz, make an alchemy  or hazmat magic roll

"What is that?" said Rick.

13:29, Today: Theadric Greenbottle rolled 11 using 3d6.  Alchemy 21.

In reply to Theadric Greenbottle (msg # 182):

Fewmets are dragon dung, typically used in alchemical furnaces for a slow steady burn, also a source of saltpeter.

"It looks like smoke to me, who cares what kind. Lets plug the holes and make them come to us to check it out. Khoza take the shirts from these fine corpses and stuff them in the open pipes to block the smoke."

In reply to Arthur (msg # 184):

Reluctantly, the demon rips the clothes off the corpses and stuffs them in the pipes.
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