Entry #325 - Veddic goes to Westgate

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(G325 02/09/2017 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM), MJ) WA10

[And back to West gate again!]

DAY 298 (3rd Hammer)(January) cont ...

Just to do a little back story here and to catch up with someone who was thought dead.

Well, you may remember that Veddic Carver, the cleric of Kossuth who had been one of the original members of the party that had left Waterdeep to travel to Kingsholm.

Of course, he never made it to Kingsholm as he was savaged to death by bears on the Thar.

Or was he? It turned out he was savaged only *very nearly* to death. When the ogres arrived and saw he was a cleric of Kossuth they called off the bears and made sure he did not die.

He was then kept in a cage for ten days and traded for a chest of gold from the Burning Dagger Orcs that also lived on the Thar and who were, as it happened, devout worshippers of Kossuth.

Veddic was in communication with Jamella Dotrok back in Waterdeep (via the Sending spell) and she helped sort out the trade. Veddic thanked the orcs (and donated a 1000 gp to their tribe) then, as ordered by his boss (or Eternal Flame if you prefer) Dotrok he made his way to Westgate.

He was to seek out Fenrir and see what he was up to. The word on the 'Temple Grapevine' was that something big was going on in the city. He got passage on a fast ship in Melvaunt and arrived in Westgate on this very day.

All he needed to do to find Fenrir was to look up, as the young warlock, Arahel and Dressdelle were all flying about over the city, patrolling from tower to tower in between long breaks and large meals.

Fenrir and Arahel were tired, having had no sleep at all, but they still had a shift to do. Today they encountered a very uncooperative dwarf mounted on a giant owl. He was leaving the city and would not stop and cast magical webs at them. This was an effective way of escaping, but he was still in range long enough for a fireball from Dressdelle to kill his owl.

The dwarf himself plummeted for a bit, but then cast a flying spell. He may have thought that he was then about to make his escape, but Fenrir's ethereal blasts are long range and one was enough to kill him and send him the way of his owl.

It was a spectacular display for anyone who happened to be watching down below.

Arahel swooped in and grabbed the corpse (turning into a gargoyle to do so) and when they looted it back at the Watch Tower he was fairly well laden down with treasure. Dressdelle tucked it all away to be sold later.

Later in the day they stopped a flying man who gave his name only as 'Fred'. He didn't want to stop to chat or land and go through the gates so offered 10 platinum pieces to smooth the way.

Fenrir said, 'Make it fifteen.'

Fred handed over the coins and went on his way.

Dressdelle let then leave two hours early, the weather was closing in and they both looked like they needed rest. Arahel, with her eagle eyes, had already spotted Veddic waving up at them and they landed to meet him near the market.

Street performers, fire breathers and jugglers were drawing crowds in the area, part of the new year celebrations.

Veddic followed them to the cottage and Arahel kindly let him have her bed. She herself was happy to, was used to, sleeping in any random corner or chair, much like a cat.

That evening Nebulus came to their door, hooded and discreet. He gave them a mild telling off saying, 'You were there as my guests you know! It will take a few favours and a bit of influence for me to smooth things over with Dreggleblot. I'll probably never get an invite again because of you!'

He didn't seem all that upset though and reminded them that he still had that warehouse he wanted help with and he also mentioned a castle that 'needed raided' somewhere on the Dragon Coast.

They could do for him in return for messing up his social calendar.

Before Groza (their housekeeper) headed home she asked Arahel to check over the cottage's goat.

The milk had gone funny apparently. Arahel took a look, and cast Detect Magic just in case.

As far as she could tell though the goat just had an upset stomach.

'Was it a witch?' asked Groza.

Arahel said no.

Finaly Fylker and Riz turned up at the cottage, late and drunk. Everyone else was asleep.

DAY 299 (3rd Hammer)(January)

This was Fenrir and Arahel's sixth day 'on patrol' over the skies of Westgate.

Before they went out, Trepplemar the Magnificent called them into her chambers and delivered a fairly stern lecture on the laws of Westgate.

It turned out that you can't just arrest nobles in their own estates outside the city, whateve the evidence. As members of the 'DAW' (Day Air Watch) their jurisdiction was the sky above the city only.

She said:

''

If you want someone arrested within the city, come to me to arrange a warrant. And then the ground based watchmen will likely do it. Even if you see a crime being committed in the streets you are better off - legally speaking - alerting a constable. Outside the city walls watchmen have no power at all. I don't know how things were done back in Waterdeep, but here we are not a police force. The watch keep the streets clear of scum during the night and guard the gates during the day. All that being said, in the air you have supreme authority. You can blast anyone you like out of the sky. You don't need a reason. The air above the city is a "no fly zone" and if they don't have a jolly good reason for being up there, then ground them.

''

She told them much more than that and they learned a lot about the city and how it functioned.


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