Journal of Rollo Lavius 3

Entry #578 - Things that go Stabby in the night

(G578 21/12/2024 via Roll20 - JF(GM), KT, AP) YI35

[Fenrir, Reinward and Irritator have been given the task of destroying
the port of Dulok on Fashib by Princess Senel. After a couple of days
they have made a bit of hap-hazard progress.]

DAY 662 (24th Nightal)(December) cont ...

Later, as they were finishing off their long lunch and discussing
plans, the Lady Langit Biru arrived again. She asked if she could
borrow Fang for a while, to hel her with some heavy lifting, as part
of her effort to stop Cerdict coming back from the dead.

Reinward, still willing to contract her on this said, 'Nah, let's bring
him back from the dead, say it was all a miss-understanding and get
him to destroy the town for us. What do you think Fenrir?'
'I'm not massively onboard with that idea.'
Lady Biru thought it was a bad idea but said, 'if you want to do that,
it is up to you. Just let me know and I'll stop what I'm doing.'
I suspect Reinward was just trying to be annoying though as once
it was accepted he backed down from the idea.

He then asked what her plans were after her task was finished. She
said she had other matters to attend do, but would be able to help
them later with anything she could be of service with.

She wandered out of the cave, taking Fang with her. Fenrir and
Reinward decided to let Port Dulok settle down for a while before
trying again.

DAY 663 (25th Nightal)(December)

Fenrir, still not sure of the best course of action, went to take
a look at the port again from a high bluff on the east side of the
town.

You may be puzzled at this point, dear reader, why he hesitated. Why,
when he had so easily slaughtered a crowd of ruffians in Baldur's
Gate would he be so concerned about dispatching a batch more in
a place many many miles from any law or authority?

I will venture and answer if I may. We "adventurers" are a suspicious
lot and when I feel my plans have gone array or I have fallen foul
of some dire happenstance or event beyond my control I oft times think
of a deity called Fate. It only exists in my imagination, and I picture
it as a tall hairy being, much like a bug bear, who sits and laughs at
my plans, looking down on my over his big hair belly.

For Fenrir I imagine this is also some entity, whom I would call
"Consequence". For when he acts without thinking or puts into action
a that have been ill-considered, or acts on impulse, he will later
be visited by beings and people that have been place in his path
by the capricious hand of Consequence.

So now he stood and contemplated, though I may be able to destroy
this place, what would the fickle hand of Consequence have in store
for me? Little did he think of the consequences of what he and
Reinward had done in Baldur's Gate. I would have thought the ramifications
of that should have played heavier on his mind, but here he was in
this place, in the morning, wondering what he should do.

Eventually he came back to the cave and reported back what he had
seen in Dulok. Although a small portion of the town had been burnt
down, it was generally going about its business. The bridges had been
destroyed but there was a place were the river could be forded at low
tide if you didn't mind getting wet up to the waste.

They disguised themselves as 'mid rank sailors' and sauntered into
town. They found the streets in a mild level of chaos, so it was easy
to get in. They went from tavern to tavern, buying drinks and talking
to the locals. They learned more about the wizards that Fenrir had
fought and more powerful locals - a coven of three tabaxi witches that
lived in a house on the southern outskirts of town.