Tuesday 23th September Asi van Dit - Male Halfling Thief 2 - Adrian McKinnon Finn Finnegan - Male Halfling Thug 2 - NPC Flung Chow Wong - Male Human Monk 2 (FW TF) - Ian Luxton Halcyon - Female Priestess of Panadine 2 - Matt Carr Gavin Scone - Male Human Fighter 1 - Darryl Sherwood Polly Ester - Female Human Bard 3 - Andrew Earl DM - Jeff Clendon
Some rooms contained hapless thieves who put up stupid resistance and were hacked down like shafts of wheat in a storm. Flung did his best to hold the MA thugs back, offering clemency and justice to any thief that would surrender, but the stupid buggers fought to the death. And died they did.
Asi and I joined the fray, safely at the back, pretending that we were there all along — besides, Halcyon vouched for us. A simple "They are with me," then a lovely smile and a waggle of her enormous bust was enough to convince any male doubter.
We managed to pick up quite a bit of loot from the Guild (as they say, "no honour amoung thieves" and all that). Asi got a neat short sword. I found a magical bow — ironically, this was held by one of the few MA thugs who actually died. I swapped my bow with his.
One thief did surrender. I took charge of him and escorted him away from the front line — then let him go.
There were a few traps in the Guild, magical and not, and these resulted in the odd injury or two. But Halcyon and another MA priest were there for healing support, so these injuries were sorted.
A few of the occupants managed the odd backstab or two, and this is how the few deaths among the MA men happened. Three MA thugs were killed in all.
After an hour or two, the whole thing was over and the entire Thieves' Guild taken. I noted smugly that most of the thieves had left anyway. Strangely, there were already dead bodies in some of the rooms. Had the thieves had some internal blood-letting before the MA arrived?
I found the body of Hank Bier. Throat cut. Cold. Hank was Number Three in the Guild (after Morten and the elusive Mr Big).
One of the MA thugs introduced himself to our group. This man was called Gavin Scone and he spoke with a strong Noah accent. He wore a bright blue skin-tight silk uniform with a large "G" on his chest, a billious yellow cape, and a stupid checked cap. Looney. He had one of the strangest weapons I have ever seen. A large black tube of chainmail, maybe as long as a halfling and as thick as my fist, and it stank like an abbatoir — rancid fat and rotting meat. He called it a "black puddin'" or an "ecky-thumper". Looney. And he had these strange heavy darts, that when thrown and hit, he would yell "one hun'ert and airrr-tea!" Looney.
Eventually, the MA left the remnants of the Guild and we all went home to bed. Except me, that is. I skulked out about town in the seedy areas and signed the usual "I'm a thief, looking for the Guild" cant. It was very quiet, but eventually I got a response.
It wasn't long before I was in a new building and speaking to Morten.
"So, you arranged the evacuation, and found a new Guild, I see?" I positted.
He nodded.
"I guess you know that Hank is dead."
"Yeah, I heard," he replied. "Shame that."
He didn't look very sorry.
"There's an abandoned mansion deep in the woods near the town of Lague," Morten droned on. "Get your group to go there. Our wizard wants the wand that is hidden somewhere in the building. Find it and bring it back. You can keep what else you find there. We'll give you six hundred gold pieces for the wand."
So, back with the party, I informed them the good news.
"The Benign Benefactors of the Order of Real want us to go to a mansion near the town of Lague (two day's Klibwards of here). Their wizard wants a wand that is hidden there. This wand has the power to help widows and orphans. And they will pay us five hundred gips for our efforts."
So we bought a wagon and a horse, and we left Emerald.
