Tales of the Bloodstone Lands

Fucking Gazlow

Mirtul 6, Year of Rogue Dragons
It was a good day… After several good days of travel through the beautiful Carmathan countryside and into the Halfling Downs, here we are… Sitting with Ulfgar in a raucous Hin tavern enjoying the fantastic food and drinks whilst at the same time keeping eyes on one of our suspects, “Paldo”… Watching his comings and goings trying to connect the dots… All the while not having any clue that the Magnificent Seven are hot on his crews’ tail… Hmm… Old deputy, old merchant, old guard, old farmer… All people with roots here amongst the Downs… What are these Greentallow imposters looking for…

Tai returns from his reconnaissance with splendid intelligence… The “rich merchant” imposters are keeping up the pregnancy ruse and looking for only the best midwife, one who allegedly served the Dukes of Carmathan, the House of Devlin…

Reed returns from his day about the Downs and I am comforted by the fact his celebrity has not blown our anonymity and the suspects still have no clue we are here… It is a good day…

Maybe it’s the harder drinking that Reed pushes that does it but Garl’s Golden Beard, I have it!! It hits me all at once…I remember a conversation I overheard in the tavern back at Rosebriar before I left to come back Heliogabalus… Several inquisitors and monks returning to the Monastery of the Yellow Rose were grumbling about how the Hin of the Downs were obstructing some research there… Peppered with, "Well if they don’t want to help us they can live with “Theo the fraud”"…

I explain to my non-Carmathan companions that the claim to the Ducal Seat made by the Helmont XV is tenuous… The imposters and the Ducal guard are both here looking for the old Hin midwife to the Ducal family… And if the slaughter room in the basement we found at the Greentallow’s is any indication I this this interest is deadly…

I love it when a plan comes together… Surprisingly we all agree on a plan.. we decided to wait until nightfall to try some aggressive diplomacy at the Greentallow’s residence… Nothing could possibly go wrong…

Oh no… When did Gazlowe show up… Why is he sweating and looking nervous…. “You did what? Magically opened a hobbit’s burrow and sent in your owl familiar!! They killed it and it exploded in a shower of pixie dust!!! You have to leave, no wait, we both should leave!! No don’t chug that beer with Reed, this isn’t funny”

Roofied by Reed, The Svirfneblin passes out and falls down…

Reed and I quickly grab the grey gnome carrying him upstairs… As I start grabbing our gear to flee Reed starts tying up Gazlowe… We have a heated exchange of ideas but he convinces me to turn over Gazlowe to the Sheriff… I try to use my status as a sworn Knight of Carmathan to curry some privilege but the Hin deputy but my attempt fails to grant any extra leniency… Only Gazlowe’s comatose status garner’s any sympathy from the deputy and he is still looking forward to a couple days in the brig…

More importantly our cover is blown… One of the imposters blatantly approaches my companions and tries to milk them for intelligence… Adept Tai’s attempt to send his rat familiar into the Greentallow’s home is cut short by a snake familiar bound to one of the conspirators… But a snippet of evidence leads Reed to recognize one of the people who the imposters were after… it’s a village elder…

Well it’s on now… Its dark… We are headed to the endangered elder’s burrow now… Wait, what is that? It can’t be… Is that 3 Ogre’s sneaking through the Downs? Did the big one just say, “it’s an elf, we can kill theses!”

“Hey you! Big and ugly!! My name is Ser Buckthorn Beywinn and we are the Magnificent Seven!! Prepare to die!!! Aaarrggghhh!!”

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