Saheed the merchant turned out to be more than any old merchant. Back where I left off, we were on Saheed's carriage, hitching a ride to the nearest town after the encounter with the vampire sisters. And there we were, unsuspecting fools, on the back of his carriage on our way to Thunderstone. Subway and I tried to steal Saheed's carriage while he was sleeping, to no avail, since Gingerbeer decided to act all goodie-two-shoes and prevented us from running away in the middle of the night. Well, at least he got a good kick from the horses.
My curiosity was piqued when Saheed told us about the bags of flour he has got in the carriage that he was to sell; flour sells for a lot around these parts apparently. But looking through my glasses of detect magic, alas, I found some magical weapons hidden in those bags of flour! Since I couldn't get my hands on them for myself, I decided that Saheed shall not keep them too. So, I whispered to the Paladin about it, knowing that he cannot resist running off to the Watch to tell them about Saheed's illegal smuggling activities.
While he was gone, Subway and I tried to procure them bags of flour for ourselves. Not only did we fail, Saheed kept trying to brush us off. This was when I finally put to use those acting skills I picked up in drama classes back in school (they're said to be useful for wizards like me who are prohibited from learning illusion spells). I pretended to have stomach pains. But my plan backfired. Saheed offered me medicine which I took, after seeing him take a swig from it. I bet he must have learned some magic on his own, because the medicine turned out to be poison. Thank goodness for my green tooth.
He proceeded to use his Sending Stone from the lands of Wa to contact his underlings to bring me to the nearby inn to rest;while he made a run with the weapons and flour. His underlings tried to poison me with water as polluted as the Nile, and I was saved by my green tooth again. Barely.
A scuffle broke out after I overheard some of Saheed's underlings talking about "getting rid of the gnome and the wizard", and Gingerbeer just had to pick the best time to arrive with the Watch; right when Subway was clobbering one of them lackeys with her hammer. Needless to say, we were suspected of murder and brought to jail. There, we met a visiting cleric from Waterdeep named Azathar who is this very domineeringhag woman and marked Subway and I so that we would not break any local laws nor move one mile out of town while investigating to prove our innocence. Yes, it didn't seem to be going well for us.
We successfully broke into Saheed's warehouse and infiltrated the office; obtaining enough evidence to clear our name and also evidence of a conspiracy that tells of a possible treason! Right, I don't care much about the politics of Faerun, being not of this lands after all.
Just when we thought things couldn't get worse, Saheed turned up with his lackeys, and he wasn't just the merchant with a turban anymore. He was a rakshasa! Immune to all my magicks and generally tough to physical attacks, we thought all was over. Till Saheed made a break for it. But we were not safe yet, for from outside came shouts from the members of the Watch apprehending those in the warehouse.
Looks like our next adventure might be in the abyss. Only, I wouldn't be able to tag along. Time to go. Wouldn't want to be caught unaware by whatever is out there, with my face buried in my journal.
75 days and counting.
Az.
My curiosity was piqued when Saheed told us about the bags of flour he has got in the carriage that he was to sell; flour sells for a lot around these parts apparently. But looking through my glasses of detect magic, alas, I found some magical weapons hidden in those bags of flour! Since I couldn't get my hands on them for myself, I decided that Saheed shall not keep them too. So, I whispered to the Paladin about it, knowing that he cannot resist running off to the Watch to tell them about Saheed's illegal smuggling activities.
While he was gone, Subway and I tried to procure them bags of flour for ourselves. Not only did we fail, Saheed kept trying to brush us off. This was when I finally put to use those acting skills I picked up in drama classes back in school (they're said to be useful for wizards like me who are prohibited from learning illusion spells). I pretended to have stomach pains. But my plan backfired. Saheed offered me medicine which I took, after seeing him take a swig from it. I bet he must have learned some magic on his own, because the medicine turned out to be poison. Thank goodness for my green tooth.
He proceeded to use his Sending Stone from the lands of Wa to contact his underlings to bring me to the nearby inn to rest;while he made a run with the weapons and flour. His underlings tried to poison me with water as polluted as the Nile, and I was saved by my green tooth again. Barely.
A scuffle broke out after I overheard some of Saheed's underlings talking about "getting rid of the gnome and the wizard", and Gingerbeer just had to pick the best time to arrive with the Watch; right when Subway was clobbering one of them lackeys with her hammer. Needless to say, we were suspected of murder and brought to jail. There, we met a visiting cleric from Waterdeep named Azathar who is this very domineering
We successfully broke into Saheed's warehouse and infiltrated the office; obtaining enough evidence to clear our name and also evidence of a conspiracy that tells of a possible treason! Right, I don't care much about the politics of Faerun, being not of this lands after all.
Just when we thought things couldn't get worse, Saheed turned up with his lackeys, and he wasn't just the merchant with a turban anymore. He was a rakshasa! Immune to all my magicks and generally tough to physical attacks, we thought all was over. Till Saheed made a break for it. But we were not safe yet, for from outside came shouts from the members of the Watch apprehending those in the warehouse.
Looks like our next adventure might be in the abyss. Only, I wouldn't be able to tag along. Time to go. Wouldn't want to be caught unaware by whatever is out there, with my face buried in my journal.
75 days and counting.
Az.
(For the indiscriminate who wants a peek in Az's journal for his previous entries, proceed here )
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