Council of Thieves

Marcello's Journal - Part 4

We have not long finished the “Cornucopia” to which we were invited by the retarded Mayor, he is naught but an overgrown pompous ass with a loutish nature resting on the laurels of his ancestors! The food was overbearing, pretentious and (quite nice really) typical of someone who has to prove his manhood with great shows of wealth! He is obviously lacking in other areas! That brings me on to my little friend from the theatre production, she was eyeing me all through the meal and I am sure that I will have ample chance (should we not be beheaded for breaking and entering the Asmodean Knot) to prove my own manhood!

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I digress! We have managed to enter the Asmodean Knot mainly down to my own knowledge of the other plains of existence, magical aptitude and glib nature. We are currently sat “resting” in an unknown planar space because the fat, lazy excuse for a cleric is too fat, bone idle and full of food to move any further! Throughout the repast of unusual dishes I made sure that I did not partake too much of the apparent gluttony, it would appear my faithful companion was more interested in his devotions to follow my lead! Devotion to gorging himself senseless that is.

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It took a great deal of time for the nobles to eat and drink themselves into a stupor, and the mayor in his stupidity allowed us free reign of his home. It was only a matter of time before someone of my intellect managed to ascertain the location of the doorway. Once finding the doorway, I instructed my companions on the correct manner of entry to a planar device and we entered the extra dimensional pocket. Inside was the slain body of a spellcaster, an Elf, who I must say was quite generous in equipping me with a magical backpack, a new array of spells for my studies and a pearl or a magical nature. I suspect the pearl to be a ‘Pearl of Power’ which would replenish the magical energies of one previously cast spell, but I am unsure until I can study it further and that idiotic monk keeps playing with it! Once we got further inside the “pocket” we found corridors with what appeared to be polished obsidian floors, I did think that we were in some infernal dimension such as Carceri or Tarterus but it would not appear so. I asked Sibelius his opinion and he looked at me blankly and slobbered down himself, the monk asked me if they were some kind of fish! Buffoons! On entering the obsidian floored passageway I noticed large book cases laden with books (one of them, a treatise on the undead) managed to fall conveniently into my new backpack, I am hoping it will shed some light on the other Necromantic findings.

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I did not expect that! We have come a good way from where I found the tome, I had just managed to secure it when Kratz said he had heard something, I was certain it was just him being a little spooked so stood by him to offer my support, but to my mild surprise it was some kind of dog like creature, obviously of a magical nature. I believe it to have been a Howler based on the distinct howling which can shake and disturb those with a weaker constitution than mine, this and the spines it released at us have certainly confirmed it as such in my mind, however I kept some spines for reference!

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Once out of the corridors we found ourselves in a very cleverly constructed stairway which was obviously only possible due to the nature of the plane we are on, the stairway wound up and appeared to join back onto itself below us. It did make one feel slightly uneasy but once I understood the principle I found it quite intriguing. Kratz, ever being headstrong disappeared off up (down?) the steps to an entranceway we espied and declared it safe to follow. We made our way up and were assaulted by some foul incorporeal undead, I did at first believe these to be Allip’s which I have studied in some ancient texts, however it turns out they were naught but some for of Shadow (perhaps we are on the elemental Plane of Shadow? A thought to consider indeed!). We defeated these creatures partly due to the cleric’s divine power, the monks never before seen ability to channel “Ki” energy (which I believe draws on some of the magical weave that surrounds us all) and my own studies on positive energy magicks!

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We continued deeper into the passageways and across some rickety rope bridges over a shaft that has some significant dweomer or planar effect upon it where anything that falls does so endlessly! Much to my amusement the cleric and monk slipped and fell past myself several times before I could catch wind from the laughter and throw a rope to their aid! We passed what appeared to be some kind of cell’s with corpses inside which appeared to be long dead and on to a room with a murky pool where we were assaulted by what I first thought were Ghasts, but in fact were Lacedon’s, a distant cousin of the Ghast of a more aquatic nature that appear to have an innate ability to weaken anyone struck by their foul touch, which is why we now find ourselves here. The rest of them complain incessantly about their ailments “I feel weak”, “I can’t move”, I will get round to instructing them on the arts of conserving ones energies and powers so that they may be put to best use one day, although I think the lesson would be lost on them. Still, it would give me good practise of my oratory skills and also my patience as well.

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On a side note, throughout the dungeon are light sources that appear to be torch flames in a temporal stasis and there were also some of a darker nature, the shadowy nature and obvious potent effects are of interest so I will see if I can retrieve some of these before we depart! Oh, and I must remember to speak to one of the nobles regarding the entranceway to the Asmodean Knot as he did offer a princely sum for its location, not that I shall tell the others or write his name here just as a precaution, although I may share some of the wealth with them should I feel generous!

Comments

An interesting take on the actual events of the evening, I hope the others will correct the glaring misrepresentations.

As a small aside, how did one manage to topple a book sitting on a shelf 15ft above the floor ???

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Mr Wilcock, Marcello’s journal is entirely accurate and in the future could in fact be used as legal evidence it is so accurate!

And dear boy, the 15ft shelf is no bother to an accompished practitioner of the arcane arts, especially when one can Mage hand at will!

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Ha! All of this coming from the wizard that faints when someone breaks wind!

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By “someone” are you referring to our plump cleric friend…that is enough to make anyone faint!

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I think the reference was to the deceased Half Orc !!!!

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