2) Sheep’s Clothing

Adventure: Sheep’s Clothing
Sessions: 2006-10-30, 2006-11-04
Player: Daniel Thai
PC: Tuiluilan
Status: Fighter 2

Dear Father,

Thank you again for preparing the weapon I mentioned previously. Also, thank you for not chastising me overly much for my behavior. First of all, you’re probably wondering why I’m writing on paper, rather than the significantly cheaper parchment I normally write on. Would you believe that I got it from Councilor Raidith’s house in Sharn? Well, another, adventure happened.

OK, first thing I should mention is that I got along reasonably well with the other adventurers, especially Alain. He’s a fellow fighter, seems to get along reasonably well with the other people, and serves as the leader at times, although I have a strong personality too. Anyway, it all came down to slightly after I sent you the last note. Xame, the coward who stole the torch—you remember the last letter—decided that he wanted a fair share. I gave him all the money I had left after paying you just to make him go away. Alain was most helpful in convincing him that he would be better off elsewhere. Eventually, Mike, the raptoran, gave him 300 pieces of gold, and he went away. Good riddance, I say. I can’t communicate to you how much he and I clashed—both over morality and taste. He had poor taste, especially when it came to rat stew. But I digress.

Anyway, eventually, we had to figure out why some treaty (and they never did tell me which one, or what it was about), was going to be passed. It was between Breland and the house of Cannith. Some guy decided to change his vote with no explanation. Through various spells and interesting diplomacy, we found out that Lord Raidith’s bodyguard had had something to do with a house Cannith official’s death. Eventually, through more intrigue, we ran into a wererat and I struck him a blow that I’m sure he remembered. The thing about wererats is that they have thick skin, but I managed to get lucky. Mike, the raptoran—he kept the wererat safely underneath him. I also remember squashing a rat against the wall with one of my ends of my quarterblade—although I forget which one it was. Anyway, we eventually figured out that he was planning to use wands that eliminate magical auras from magical… things, I guess. I don’t know. Anyway, those who did know about magical things, and I myself, found this serious.

After that, Lord Raidith decided to invite us for dinner, a most unfriendly visit, you can be sure. I decided to talk it over with Alain, who seemed strangely argumentative. I wanted to plan for every detail, while he decided that he was going to only plan for one thing—a standard double cross. However, we did acquire two warforged as reinforcements, should we need them—courtesy of the baron of the house of Cannith—by whose grace Raidith was a councilor.

I wish I could regale Mom with the tale of a battle, but unfortunately, I spent most of it in a stupor. After having gotten into the house (and helped myself to some of Lord Raidith’s paper), I rushed into the room and saw Raidith. As he informed us that he wished that we would could commit suicide, I readied an attack. But before I could attack, his ally saw fit to blast me with a spray of colors. At first I thought they were so pretty, but soon I realized that I couldn’t see anything except a swirling mass of color. Blues and reds sparkling before my eyes in a sea of… something. The next thing I felt was someone slapping me awake. I still was petty groggy, and I couldn’t move, but I could tell that it was a small hand. A halfling’s hand. Then, later, it seemed to lift somewhat, and I heard another halfling voice say something about a musclehead. He only used that word to refer to Alain and me, and I don’t think it was Alain. Anyway, eventually I came to, only to find out that the battle was over, and that I had an aching wound in my side.

He, our adversary that is, was smiling. He was looking at Antinua like she was his long-lost sister or something. Now, he wasn’t fighting, and there were 8 of us to 1 of him, so I wanted to grab him then and there. But strangely, no one else seemed to agree with me. Even Alain, who had seemed reasonably straight forward and decisive didn’t want to. So instead, we posted a guard, and waited for massive reinforcements from the Sharn watch. But, predictably, he disappeared before we could lay hands—or wings in Mike’s case—on him. Oh well. We were treated to a royal feast, and I got a brand new set of shining armor. Magical armor, even. Mom would be so jealous that she doesn’t have one. Anyway, that’s it for this note. I hope this letter finds you all in good health, and may the Sovereign Host watch over you.

Your Loyal Son,


P.S. Beware rat stew.

Player’s Notes

This is the last post of Tui because he died in the next adventure.

Adventure: Sheep’s Clothing
Session: 2006-10-30, 2006-11-04
Player: Michael Busch
PC: Mike
Status: Monk 2

What I will tell you now is such that I ask you not to speak of it to any others than raptorans. The flocks will laugh, and debate my wisdom and that of my fellow adventurers, but we were hired to locate a traitor to the ruler of one of the dragonmarked houses. I would rather that humans not learn of this conversation.

Things improved after the visit to the sewers. I was still staying at a tavern, but the company was considerably better. I learned more of my companions. Tui you have heard of. Alain had been in the Brelish infantry during the war and recently mustered out, although with a surprising knowledge of the noble houses for a footsoldier. Antinua has a small viper she calls Indigo, who generally is wrapped around one of her arms.

A few weeks after we left Elaydren, something happened which is discouragingly common for adventurers. Someone tried to kill us in our sleep. Then again, we were hardly in a well-defended rookery. We subdued the assassin, a human female who did not seem in command of herself. Then guards of House Cannith arrived. They bound the woman and led her away, and told us to meet the Lady at the usual place. Since I didn’t recall doing anything someone should kill me for, I went with the others, in search of enlightenment.

Elaydren informed us that the assassin, who had been dominated, was a counselor to Baron Merrix d’Cannith, and that she would be quietly exiled. Elaydren then offered us a job. The Baron was trying to decide if he should approve a treaty with the Brelish government, to give them various unspecified technology. Elaydren, who does jobs for the Baron that no-one else has the latitude for, suspected that someone was interfering with the counselors. They were changing their opinions on the treaty, and one had now attacked us for no apparent reason. We agreed to investigate, and she gave us lodgings in the House Cannith enclave and papers to gain access to the Baron and his advisors.

We spent the next several days wading through the tangle of House politics. The replacement counselor for the assassin was replaced by an unknown on a forged application; one of the other counselors, Raidith, wore a magical circlet and a very ugly man named Klid served as his bodyguard. A House Cannith clerk was found in the sewers with his throat ripped out. We also saw Xame, now apparently a cleric, who claimed to be a low-level bureaucrat, but as I said Elaydren doesn’t like loose ends, so it was obvious that he was on a parallel mission.

We lost a day when Tui decided to chase Klid into the depths by himself. He got lost and did not have any coins or sufficient diplomacy to ask for a guide to the heights. It took him some time to return, whereupon he was proud to have mapped his way back. At the same time, Antinua had persuaded Klid to meet us that evening. Klid did meet us, and brought a half-dozen rats with him, which attacked us. They did not do so well. The snake got two of them by itself. Klid, on the other hand, was apparently a wererat and a practitioner of the philosophy that if you interfered with him, he would kill you. Enlightening him was rather unpleasant, but in his effects we found wands that would suppress magical auras and instructions from Radith that they should be used on the other counselors.

The next day, Elaydren had disappeared. There was a note on her door, from Raidith, who invited us to ‘dinner to discuss the matter’. We informed the Baron, who agreed that the treaty should not be passed given the lengths to which its supporters were willing to go. He also ordered all of the offices to be swept for the suppressing wands and assigned two warforged to assist us in recovering Elaydren.

Raidith’s house had a rigged front door, but Xame had gotten there before we did and smashed a window. Raidith had controlled Elaydren as he had the other counselors, and also dominated Alain. He was subdued by Antinua, while Xame served some purpose by releasing Elaydren and Alain from control. Tui had been knocked out by a spray of lights and color. We got Elaydren away, but Raidith escaped before the Sharn Watch arrived. He was kind enough to leave his magic items behind.

Baron Merrix was pleased by these events, and we were rewarded with more magic items. I mean no disrespect to your profession, for you only summon the forces of nature, but I am wary of trusting my safety to a ring and an amulet. These towers stand, but they aren’t easily injured by steel.

Considering that Xame saved our skins, he seemed to be more accepted by the others. He has stopped trying to lift from everyone in sight, but seems to have some more sophisticated dubiousness planned. You see how strangely the surface-dwellers act, I hope.

Adventure: Sheep’s Clothing
Session: 2006-11-04
Player: Rachel Reddick
PC: Antinua
Status: Wizard 2

Dear Kanathas:

I will resume with our meeting with Klid and his “friends.” Between the four of us, we managed to keep him cornered and kill his rats. I have determined that Indigo likes rats in the same state that I like them; that is, dead. Also, Klid is a lycanthrope, apparently a wererat. At one point, Mike and Klid were wrestling each other, with fur and feathers flying. I attempted to send both of them to sleep, thereby eliminating the problem. It is a pity that the spell cannot be directed to a specific target. Unfortunately, it only affected Mike. I apologized once the situation was resolved. I will remember to be more careful with spells in the future; hindering one’s allies is not the best use of one’s magic.

We kept Klid contained long enough for them to arrive and take charge of the situation. Klid was taken to prison, where we explained that he was probably trying to kill us and was likely responsible for the clerk’s demise. He had a number of interesting items as well, which the Watch consented to show to us. Notably, he had a message from his “master” and a wand of Nystul’s magic aura. The use of such a wand would explain why I found no magic auras in Grayson’s office.

In the council session that morning, the matter of Klid’s arrest was discussed. Many people were upset with Raidith. We managed to muddy the waters ourselves. Alain spoke to the council and tried to present the message in Klid’s possession. Unfortunately, it was not in Raidith’s handwriting, and only angered the council. To make matters worse, we had not been able to find Lady Elaydren that morning, which was very peculiar. Those who know her said that she is almost never late or absent from work.

Unable to find Elaydren, we decided to speak with Raidith. He was not particularly subtle. He hinted that he had kidnapped Elaydren, and suggested that we meet at his house for dinner and discussion.

We accepted, but with reservations. Expecting trouble, we explained the situation to the Baron himself, who agreed to lend us a pair of warforged guards to assist us in the event of trouble. We finished our preparations, and went to Raidith’s house.

The grounds were unpleasant, and covered by some strange mist. We were intending to enter through the front door; however, we immediately noticed blood on the front step. That did not appear promising, so we started to go around the building. One window was broken, with a roughly halfling-sized hole in it. Around the back, we found a door which had been pushed open… and Xame, who is roughly halfling-sized. He was also looking for Elaydren and Raidith. We then opened the front door from the inside without incident, and the two warforged stood by, waiting for a message from me if we were in trouble. Everything on the first floor was covered in dust and apparently abandoned. Raidith has strange tastes.

We proceeded to examine the second floor. We found little of note, save that this area was clearly inhabited. In the chamber that was apparently his bedroom, we found a few darts in his wardrobe. None of us wanted to examine them too closely; Tui suggested using Indigo to determine their properties. The idea! However, after speaking to Mike for a moment, I decided that attempting to explain why I was so offended would probably only cause more trouble.

In any case, we eventually found a room containing bookshelves along the walls, Lady Elaydren, and Raidith. Elaydren’s eyes were glazed. Raidith said that he wanted us all to die, and began work to accomplish that goal. Again, he demonstrated a lack of subtlety; I had expected him to at least attempt to bribe us first, or perhaps do something to convince us to let down our guard. But no.

That was just as well. The fight that followed was quite confusing. Elaydren was under his control, and knocked out Tui with a color spray. Fortunately Alain and I managed to keep our eyes shut when she cast it. Raidith appears to have a fondness for traps; at some point, an object was thrown at the bookshelves, triggering blades there. Raidith is even friendlier than Klid.

While the others attacked Raidith, I tried, and failed, to prevent Elaydren from producing an obscuring mist, which complicated matters further. Raidith had some way of making himself very difficult to see. I attempted to cast sleep into the mist, but it had no effect. While I was completing the spell, Alain took a swing at me with his flail, and missed due to the mist. He was now under Raidith’s control as well, and proceeded to strike at Mike. Xame appears to have gained some new skills; he used a pair of scrolls of protection to temporarily remove Alain and Elaydren from Raidith’s control. He seems to have become a cleric, although as of yet I do not know of which deity. He still adamantly denies having been anything other than a commoner before.

While Xame was explaining the situation as quickly as he could to Elaydren, the warforged and the rest of us worked to corner Raidith. I had few spells remaining, and his magic made him very difficult to strike. Seeing that there was little chance of otherwise assisting, I attempted to charm him. I was astonished that I succeeded despite the fact that we had all been attacking him only a moment before. If it was he who removed my charm person spell from Klid, this was a most ironic development.

I was able to convince him to release his control of Alain and Elaydren, but not to let me have the circlet that enhanced his psionic abilities, or to come with us back to the House Cannith complex. We departed for a few minutes, to regroup and gather supplies. Upon reflection, this was a poor decision, since he had left by a secret exit by the time we returned. However, he left his now-depleted circlet behind. I suppose it would have been too distinctive.

Soon, Grayson and a number of others were removed from Raidith’s control, and, due to recent events, the treaty is sure to fail. Also, the Baron needs to find another new councilor. Perhaps the man who was passed over for Aveska will now be chosen.

House Cannith was quite grateful for our services, and rewarded each of us. I have received a dragonshard already attuned to me, which contains a number of interesting spells. I had certainly not expected such a reward as this, but it is not at all unwelcome.

I have become somewhat interested in the psionic arts as a result of this encounter with Raidth. Would you ask Uthen if he knows anything of interest?

I am sorry to hear that your progress is slow, but I am glad that you and Uthen are well. Give Verdana a morsel on my behalf. I wonder what she and Indigo will make of each other.

Your sister,


Player’s Notes:

I still wonder how they would attune the dragonshard to Antinua. The “it’s magic” explanation works, I suppose…

It really would have been amusing, I think, if Raidith had bothered to try to buy off the party first.

Adventure: Sheep’s Clothing
Session: 2006-10-30
Player: Rachel Reddick
PC: Antinua
Status: Wizard 2

Dear Kanathas:

I received your last letter; I notice that you had not yet read my previous one. No matter. I understand your concerns about our communications. I am perfectly capable of being discreet. Also, the courier you found appears to be trustworthy, and less expensive than the services of House Sivis.

We spent some time resting together in Sharn after our last escapade. By “we,” I include everyone except for Xame. He was still rather unhappy about the distribution of newly acquired wealth, and the rest of us were none too pleased with him.

As for me, I spent a large fraction of my gains from traversing the sewers upon the materials I needed to finally summoning my familiar. Uthen will be pleased; Indigo is a small snake, and rather resembles his Verdana, except in color.

After I had finished my task, Tui returned with a new object of his own. He had apparently visited the blacksmith’s and obtained a strange double-bladed sword. He seemed ecstatic, although I do not truly understand his excitement over a bit of newly-forged iron.

A few days later, the entrance of the stranger disturbed my evening trance. She was preparing to insert a dagger into Alain. A loud shout on my part was followed by the unexpected entrance of a number of guards, who dealt with the woman. None of us were injured, although we were all wondering why she had made the attempt. She was human, and her eyes appeared to be glazed over, as if she were enchanted or drugged.

Unsurprisingly, the four of us were again summoned to meet with Lady Elaydren at the Broken Anvil.

Elaydren explained that the woman who had attacked us is a member of the council of House Cannith. Or was; due to her strange actions, she was being replaced. Another problem, very likely related, was a treaty with Breland currently being discussed by the Cannith council. In addition to this woman’s actions, one of the other councilors had suddenly changed his position from being against the treaty to being for it. She invited us to aid her in determining what was taking place. The four of us readily agreed.

As for the rest, I will summarize events as best I may; however, this all took place over several days.

We visited a council session, and learned something of the treaty. An insufficient number of details were discussed for us to know the exact terms; however, it seemed to involve giving some technology to Breland. Grayson and Raidith, another councilor, were for it; Genna was against. However, before the decision could be made, a fourth councilor needed to be chosen. Unexpectedly, this was one Aveska, a lower bureaucrat, who lacked experience, rather than the more talented, and apparently preferred, candidate. The ultimate decision was the Baron’s; however, he is heavily swayed by his council, and usually follows their advice.

We spoke with each of the councilors. Aveska was rather weak-willed, and intended to follow whatever the majority chose to do—which currently supported the treaty. Grayson appeared calm and knowledgeable. Strangely, he denied every having opposed the treaty, and others also said that he was generally very truthful and an excellent councilor. Genna opposed the treaty, because it gave far too much to Breland and gained too little in return. She was puzzled by Grayson’s change of heart. Raidith was the most unpleasant of all of them. Klid, a rather unsociable individual, guarded his door. Raidith himself was cool and unfriendly. While there, I examined both Grayson’s and Raidith’s offices for magic. In Grayson’s, I found nothing significant. Aside from a few baubles on his desk, Raidith wore an unusual circlet, whose magic properties I could not identify.

During our investigations, we met Xame, working in the records department. Or so he claimed. Considering our presence and what we knew of him, I had little doubt that he was there to do more than file papers. He was helpful, however. We found Aveska’s application to the council position, and found that it was forged. This explained why she had been so surprised about the matter.

Although I suspected Raidith of playing some part, due to his demeanor, unusual magic, and being the only councilor with a bodyguard, there was no evidence whatsoever to support this. Furthermore, our time was limited; the issue of the treaty would be decided in only a few days.

That evening, we had a most peculiar experience—Klid, in rather a hurry, dashed down the hallway. Tui and Alain followed until Klid started to run into the lower parts of Sharn. At least Alain did not follow then. Tui impulsively continued the chase, and became lost in the lower levels of Sharn. He did not return until the following evening, hardly worse for the wear, to his good fortune.

In the meantime, Mike, Alain and I continued. The morning after the meeting with Klid, one of the clerks who had been friendly with Aveska was found dead in the lower levels, from some strange sort of clawing or biting wound. We asked around, and eventually found his office. Inside was a note from Klid, inviting him to a meeting. This was not at all suspicious.

That afternoon, I charmed the unsuspecting Klid, which made him quite uncharacteristically friendly. By pretending to be an old friend he had forgotten, I encourage him to talk about himself. He said that he and Raidith kept each other safe, and that a few “friends” of his had dealt with the unfortunate clerk, who had apparently learned too much. However, I could learn little else from him; he kept his secrets. I managed to encourage him to meet us in a tavern later, where we could, presumably, obtain more information from him in a more private setting while he was still under the influence of my spell.

We found Tui, and went to the tavern at the selected time. We found Klid in a corner, where he announced that he had brought a few friends of his along; specifically, four rats and two dire rats. I dislike rats.

Clearly, some ally of his, quite possibly Raidith himself, had lifted the charm person spell. I found this to be most annoying.

I seem to be running out of parchment. I would rather not need to borrow some from Tui. I must learn to write more concisely. I will send another letter with rest of the details later.

Until I find parchment,


Player’s Notes:

“Brevity is the soul of wit.” I’m still working on that one.

Adventure: Sheep’s Clothing
Session: 2006-10-30
Player: Dave Zhang
PC: Xame
Status: Rogue 1 / Cleric 1

Part II: Confrontation with Raidith

Visited Elaydren again. Her being in her position of power, she had to have something else I could use if she really wanted me to derail the treaty. Maybe an Invisibility Potion or something. She offered me something better–the key to the offices of all the councilors. Hell yeah! I did my best to give her my solemn promise to do what I can for defeating the treaty, without seeming too gleeful.

Returned to the House Cannith palace at night under the guise of being behind on work, and then snuck into the various councilor’s offices. Found some more details of the treaty in Jenna’s office, a magic ruby in Raidith’s, a magic wand in Grayson’s, and nothing of interest in Aveska’s. The latter two aren’t relevant to the treaty, so I hid them in my tavern room. Went back to the Broken Anvil to try to return the key and report nothing of interest, but Elaydren wasn’t there. Hm, strange. Would’a thought she’d be here waiting for me. Waited until dawn, and then decided if she can’t be bothered to be updated about the treaty, then I can take some time off too.

So I went and got the ruby identified. The wizard told me it’s a cognizance crystal with 7 charges, whatever that meant, but more importantly that it was worth 16,000 gp. Holy! I nearly had a rogue-asm. Even selling that on the black market should net me a good 8k! With that kind of money, Elaydren’s potential reward of 400 gp suddenly seemed a lot less significant. Maybe I shouldn’t be risking my neck against whoever want this treaty to pass.

Ran into Team Musclehead while I was wandering about thinking what I’d do with that much money. Apparently they couldn’t find Elaydren either, and it’s very unlike her to actually be late to work. Hm, this could be trouble. Most likely if someone decided she was too much of an annoyance and snuffed her, the same person would have gotten names of all her employees as well. Looks like I couldn’t detach myself from the situation just quite yet.

I thought about the situation some more, and realized that it could be a deeper battle of wits than I previously imagined. Perhaps Raidith is the actual villain, who realized that any smart investigator would suspect a smart villain to be Jenna. Or perhaps he’s just unsubtle. I might need to make a house call on him.

Found his home address after a little research, and arrived mid-afternoon. The whole mansion was creepy… covered with some death-like mist. There weren’t any obvious entrances other than the front door, so I tried that. Only to have a scythe take a small chunk out of my arm. Ah, damn. Looks like I overspent brain power on someone who’s just blatantly evil.

Well, his house damaged me, so I figured it’s only fair that I also damage his house: I smashed a window and entered through that. Determined not to be caught off guard a second time, I proceed through his house slowly, careful not to set off any other traps. I took long enough that the others also arrived on the scene. For once, I was actually glad to see Team Musclehead. Them being there means I’m less of a target.

We found the councilor on the second floor, and he unceremoniously attacked us. Elaydren, obviously currently controlled magically, started off by knocking Tui out cold with a charging palette of bright colors. Oops, one meat shield down. Raidith had a crown that allowed him to control the minds of others, and he used to control the other Musclehead, Alain. Alain, true to his violent form, started bashing at Mike, the feathered fellow.

Fortunately for them, I had purchased just the right set of tools before starting out. A scroll of protection from evil and another of protection from law later, Alain and Elaydren were back to their normal states, and Raidith was subdued with a Charm Person spell. Yet, due to sheer incompetence of my renewed companions, he managed to escape while I ran off to buy more scrolls. Ah, what were they thinking!?

Afterwards, there was a nice, lavish awards ceremony, and I was gifted a pair of boots of elvenkind. The others got some goodies too; they seemed pleased with what they got. But, my philosophy is that the smart always make a little extra on the side. I visited Elaydren afterwards, and gently reminded her that she and I had a separate deal for 400 gp + expenses, amounting to 425 gp. I further reminded her that as an “unofficial emissary,” I ran a substantially greater risk than the rest. She prudently agreed and paid me my due.

I then literally ran to the black market and tried to drop the ruby cognizance crystal I “found” in Raidith’s offices, fantasizing about my 8000 gp, only told be told that it was corrupt, and worthless. Groaning, I had to sell it to an unwitting gem merchant for a mere 150 gp. The wand acquired from Grayson’s office added another 375 gp to my purse.

Player’s Notes:

Xame’s keeping that key! I made specific note on my character sheet that the key was not returned. Granted, there probably won’t be too much of value worth finding in the future, but hey, you never know! Maybe a cognizance crystal that’s not corrupted next time? ^^

Adventure: Sheep’s Clothing
Session: 2006-10-20
Player: Dave Zhang
PC: Xame
Status: Rogue 1 / Cleric 1

Session I: Treaty Derailment

I turned 18 shortly after, and the Traveler’s gift manifested as promised. I decided to uphold my end of the bargain, and started looking for suitable recruits.

Was woken one night at the tavern by sounds of a fight downstairs. Some human woman tried to stab flail fighter; was a little disappointed she didn’t succeed before being caught. The look in her eyes were a little awry though; possibly there was a puppeteer?

Decided to visit Elaydren. Possibly she was involved somehow in this, and would be willing to pay a good wage for someone of my talents? I was not wrong; she asked me to infiltrate the House Cannith councils, and find out what I could about a possible trade treaty. It seems that the schema we retrieved last time is being considered to be traded for some other technologies with Breland. She implied a… frustration… at the treaty, so I assumed my job was to find ways of stopping it. The baron of House Cannith has final say, and he is most heavily influenced by his four councilors. The treaty’s main proponents are Councilors Raidith and Grayson, the latter being a curious case as he had been until recently opposed to the treaty. Even more interestingly, the woman who attacked the muscleheads that one night used to be a Councilor herself, a pretty thing named Brestina. My fee would be 400 gp plus expenses, all to be paid after successful derailment of the treaty.

Elaydren got me a cover job as an accountant in the Records Office, with a strict admonition that if I were ever to get in trouble, she doesn’t know me. Fair enough. Of course, I took that to mean that in exchange, she has no need of details not directly pertinent to the trade treaty.

I pursued three lines of investigation. First, information could be had from Brestina, if I were to be able to question her. Second, with my newly-acquired divine abilities, I could investigate if Grayson’s change of attitude was magically influenced. Third, I’d try to tail Raidith and see if there’s anything to be learned from him. I learned shortly on in my cover job that Elaydren had employed Team Musclehead as well. As they seemed mainly to concentrate on Raidith, I decided to dedicate more effort to the former two approaches.

I remembered the faces of the guards who took Brestina away that night, and after some trouble, managed to “accidentally” run into him at a tavern. After a bit of booze-lubrication, the guy told me she’s been held in a high-security area, and that House Cannith is just hoping to hush it up and send her away. I have to act fast or else I’ll lose that thread. As it turned out, I actually did lose that thread, and Brestina was quietly transferred to a faraway land some days later. Damn.

The brief interactions with Grayson didn’t lead me to suspect any magical foul play, so I was actually quite stumped for a couple days. Something new came up though. Brestina’s councilor replacement was a strange upset by a lower aristocrat named Aveska. Since I worked in the Records office, it was trivial to find her councilor application. Standard tricks of my previous trade with the standard tells; inconsistent letter slants and fragmented L’s… obviously a forgery. I dutifully made a copy and returned it to Elaydren, but she was being miserly and didn’t reward my good efforts.

I thought about the problem some more, and realized something. If I were a person in favor of the treaty, and was using magic to get my way, but didn’t want to draw attention and suspicion onto myself, what would I do? Be the only one nominally against the treaty, while making everyone else vote for it, of course! That could also explain why I wasn’t getting anywhere with Grayson, while Team Musclehead isn’t getting anywhere with Raidith.

Went and spoke with Councilor Genna, with perhaps more daring that I should have. Time was running short though, and I needed to draw a reaction. Told her I worked for Elaydren, and asked her about some details of the treaty, why she was against it, etc. Asked her if she could try to convince Aveska to delay the treaty decision some, and she was non-committal. Everything was still fitting the latest theory.

Player’s Notes:

Hm. I was pretty convinced at this point that Genna was actually the one controlling everyone. I think it would have been a much better ending if my theory was right. Ah well.