Journal of W.E. Tupper, Day 123-128

Day 125
Where the hells to begin.

All right. First I should note, for the record, that our group has violated a vast swath of local and foreign laws. I have not raised objections on the bases that our investigation into the invasion of black longships reached a dead end and our actions served as a way to advance, and that contradicting a knight of the Order is not something a would-be lieutenant is wont to do.

So we start the day yesterday by arriving at the teleportation laboratory. We pop into the residence, and Alcander immediately starts yelling about how all the drow in the house should come and face us. They promptly do so for the rest of our stay, in varying numbers and abilities. We proceed to find evidence that this drow house is directly involved in whatever the hell the coral gateways and the city in the sea are. But what the hells isn't these days?

Alcander is dead, and I would regret his passing if he was actually gone. At one point I came under the effects of a sleep spell and met up with my persistent friends Lord Loincloth and his brand-new sidekick Shouty (also known as Heracles and Alcander). One of these days I am going to find a proper priest and ask him how to politely tell a god off.

We found a mute caged up in one of the drow prisons. He has already taken a dislike to me as, apparently, being unable to translate his wild flailings into a coherent language is evidence enough of being an imbecile. The irony is nigh-palpable.

But, despite all our glorious failings in the realms of hired goonery, our employers were pleased. They told us that the underwater city has always been submerged, that it is north of Jokelmeir, and that it has been affecting things strangely. That's all, that's it. I am now well and truly beginning to loathe the Drow. Ah, but now we rest in Oohmaya, with cold beds and a colder harbor. But at least we're alive. For the most part.

To recap yesterday's events: a list of all the crimes committed, or at least the ones I can recall or verify. And before my superiors ask, I am involved to one degree or another in all of these.

- Willful Aid and Abetment of a Foreign Power with Internal Affairs without Authorization
- Breaking and Entering a Residence
- Multiple counts of Petty Theft
- Multiple counts of Grand Theft, with at least two counts of Grand Theft Arcana
- Willful destruction of property without Authorization
- Potential First-degree Murder of a foreign dignitary
- Extraction of Prisoner(s) detained by Foreign Powers without Authorization (this I can live with)
- Willful Tampering with Arcane Ritual(s) without Authorization
- Willful and Flagrant Abuse of Magical Item(s) and/or Spell(s)
- Release of Hostile or Malevolent Being(s) or Person(s) (not the same as the unauth. extraction)
- Attempted Sale of Humanoid Organs as Foodstuffs
- Tired. There are more. I know it.


Day 126
We're going dragon hunting.

I must have missed the edict that demanded we drop the one slim lead we have and go fart about with smart-aleck winged lizards. So we pissed off to the sort of town that this one dragon is likely to assault, and lo and behold we find a dragonhunter in the tavern; a fellow named Ostrian. We recruited him to help us end the dragon because why the hell not. He knows where the lair is, too. So we're going to head over there and play at adventurer for awhile as the world turns into a corally-pseudonatural mush. Hooray.