Journal of Rollo Lavius 2

Entry #441 - The Return of the Demons

(G441 13/02/2021 via Roll20 - AP, KT, JF(GM)) WA80

[Fenrir, Raz, Veddic and Reinward are at the 70th Birthday Party of Lady Gwendeth Thalavar.]

DAY 494 (9th Flamerule)(July) cont ...

Scamps that they were, Fenrir and Raz found a plate of garlic bread and mushrooms then went to talk to Thistle and Dauntinghorn again. If the vampire knew he was being taunted though, he gave no indication of it.

Raz also tried to make polite conversation with Thistle, but after dropping a few clangers he decided to just keep quiet. Fenrir did his best to smooth things over.

The party went on to midnight, and after that they all went home.

DAY 495(10th Flamerule)(July)

Fenrir went to work this morning and Portia (his unofficial spymaster) told him that currently his next target, Blackthorn - Druid of Silvanus, was in Gulthmere Forest. This is a vast area about 700 miles to the south east of Westgate. Fenrir worked out that using Wind Walk it would take about 12 hours to get to the only city there, a place called Cedarsproke.

Meanwhile, young Reinward was up to some tricks. He borrowed (stole) a figurine from the house, then weakened and wrapped it to make something that he would use in a scam called a 'melon drop',

He found the perfect 'mark' in the Market Square, bumped into him, dropped and smashed the figurine then demanded 30 gold!
The man turned to face Reinward and he got a good look at him. This unusually ugly fellow had a tusk and a wall eye, with fiercely red hair sticking out from under his hat.

After some badinage, the man presented his card and said;
'I shall give you 10 gold now. Come to my apartment this evening and I shall give you the rest.'
Reinward agreed. When the man had left, he looked at the card. The man's name was Azazello, and the address was in a rich part of the city.

Reinward went home and returned the figurine. He tossed a gold coin to Gelly, presumably seeking to impress her with his wealth.
'Err, thanks I guess,' she said with a nod.

He then went for lunch at a street vendor's stall. Much to his surprise an enormous fat cat that was also getting his lunch there struck up a conversation.
'Don't go to Azazello's house tonight!' warned the cat. 'He is a dreadful rogue!'

Later in the evening though, Reinward did not heed the cat's advice, but he did take Fenrir with him to be on the safe side.

The old porter let them in and Ren tossed him a silver.
'Thank ye kindly young man. Number 13 is it? Strange lot up there, comings and goings at all hours. Loud noises, disturbances. You name it.'

When Ren knocked on the door it was answered by a tall naked lady with red hair. She ushered them in and they saw Azazello and the big black cat playing chess by the window, enjoying the warm evening breeze. Just then the cat dropped a playing piece and dove under the sofa to retrieve it.

'Ah and you bring a friend,' said Azazello after the greetings. 'Who are you, young man?'
Fenrir was in disguise and gave the name, 'Wilbur.'
'Wilburt? Wilburt? What sort of name is Wilburt? Did we know a Wilburt back home, Behemoth? Where is that stupid cat?'

Behemoth popped up from behind the sofa. 'Got it!' he exclaimed and put a knight back on the board. 'Hey! You've been moving then pieces!'
Before a fight could break out, the naked lady, Hella, entered and served tea.
'Got any sandwiches?' asked Ren, who was always chancing his arm.
Hella sniffed and went back into the kitchen.

Neither Fenrir or Ren drank the tea, or ate the sandwiches when they arrived.
Fenrir noticed he was being watched closely and asked, 'what are you looking at?'
'How rude!' said Azazello.