Tales of the Bloodstone Lands

Big Cities, Little Hobbits, Big Troubles

Mirtul 1, 1373 (Year of Rogue Dragons)

Wow… Nighttime in Burrows isn’t so bad… Bricktop, This Northern part of the city doesn’t carry the reek of the Southern side I was introduced to earlier… It’s truly like a different place… There’s even parks and green space… While it’s not the beauty of living on the Rosebriar where I grew up on, one could get used to living amongst these conditions… Maybe Heliogabalus isn’t the shithole I thought it was… It’s a shame the king doesn’t live here…

Alright, game face Buckthorn… This break in is going down…

Between talking to the crabby ol neighbor, the rebuffed nanny, and friendly innkeep the afternoon chasing down the leads on the missing Greentallows was a fair success…. Now breaking into the manor and finding any clues these imposters left behind is of Paramount importance to unfurling this mystery…

It’s a solid plan… Jinx and Ulfgar will climb the rooftops and provide overwatch… Adept Tai will provide an entry and well that’s as far as we can plan… Anything else will probably be ignored any ways…

Well there’s goes Tai… He’s strolling by the front door… Peeking in through the glass… Bampf!! Where’d he go… oh, He must have ported… The doors opening… Oh yeah, go go go, Poorleaf is waving me and Gazlowe access… We swiftly and stealthily as possible enter the Greentallows manor and wait for the rest of our company to get the signal to enter…

Oh no… There’s Jinx… Something went wrong… Ulfgar and him are providing overwatch…

Ok everyone is in… Jynx and Poorleaf are outside running interference and we can start turning this place over…

The office is treasure trove of documents… Our timeline of the impersonation and deceptions is supported by some correspondences we discovered… Unfortunately the villains behind this leave several traps to injure and hinder us or anyone else investigating this disappearance… From alchemical firebomb traps, to aggressive enchanted (or possessed as I think) cutlery, and hidden dart barrages these ner’do’wells did not want anyone uncovering and unraveling this murderous deception…

As we descend into the basement to look for clues I’m ready to remind these villains that I, Ser Buckthorn Beywinn, am not just anyone…

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