Sons' of the Vríddi -9 Dohála 2340. Part 1.
Game Session 12, November 25, 2017
This is the first part of a long and productive Saturday evening of gaming. I have jumped ahead about 8 months real time, (and 6 months game time) from the first post. The party is currently 3rd Level.
9 Dohála 2340.
This is the first part of a long and productive Saturday evening of gaming. I have jumped ahead about 8 months real time, (and 6 months game time) from the first post. The party is currently 3rd Level.
9 Dohála 2340.
(6 months and many hundreds of Tsan later)
Part 1.
The evening is cool, but tolerable, and the nearby neatly
tended garden is full of the sound of insects and other nocturnal creatures. If
one carefully looks one can see armed guards patrolling the shadows. Although only 5 people are seated on the
thick carpet the amount of noise being generated by them would lead one to
believe, were he not standing nearby, that a party was being held. Much
laughter, and shouts of joy and disbelief could be heard. A musician is playing
on a stringed instrument, adding to the general merriment. The five people are,
and in no particular order, Horu hiFa'asu, Ghachayal hiKhalumis, Dadayal
hiVríddi , Autso hiVríddi, and Agama hiViridame. Horu and Ghachayal are
two of the four so called Sons' of the
Vríddi, and it is with them that this account will largely deal with. Dadayal
hiVríddi is the Vríddi Clan Master in
Púrdimal, and who Autso hiVríddi is, is
a matter of conjecture although, he calls himself a courier. Agama hiViridame
is the High Priest of Vimúhla in Púrdimal, and an outsider. He will leave the
party early and will not hear about many things encountered by the Sons' in
their travels, nor will he be privy to their plans.
The Vríddi Dinner Party |
Nine months earlier Horu, Ghachayal, and their cousins Quar
and "Banki Basan" had been sent to Chaigari to prepare a summer home
for more senior members of the clan. They had done as ordered, and upon arrival
quickly became involved in a series of adventures that threatened the very clan
and its seniors. These adventures led them to discover an old crypt from Bednálljan
times, thwart some plan of the Goddess, flee from some nameless abomination,
befriend the head of a little known and extremely important lineage within the
Vríddi, to travel to, and escape from, one of Wurú: the Unnameable's demon
planes, only to find themselves enslaved upon their return to Tékumel at the
hands of a Salarvyáni slaver. Somewhere along the way they had also managed to
redeem themselves in the eyes of "Uncle" Horu hiFa'asu and
"Uncle" Kemuel hiFa'asu, lose two members of the group and gain two
new ones. No longer the "Black Sheep," they had suddenly, and quite
unexpectedly, become "good clan cousins," and perhaps, even, heroic.
It was the recounting of these travels which led to the outbursts from three of
the five guests, and even the servants often couldn't restrain themselves as
they surreptitiously listened as they stood ready to pour more wine or bring
more food. Even the Sons' guards, who were eating in the servants quarters,
found themselves the centre of attention as they told of their masters'
exploits and their own contribution to the survival of the group. All in all it
was a merry night for everyone. And yet, as is often the case in times of joy,
there loomed a dark cloud on the horizon which threatened to overthrow
everything – the Vríddi clan was in open
rebellion against the Imperium, and rumour had it that mighty Fasíltum: The
city of the Chiming Skulls was itself besieged. Also, on a more personal level,
Quar hiVu'unavu was missing and had
apparently been sold to someone unknown by the very slaver that had so
treacherously captured the party upon their return to this plane.
"Cousin Quar must be found and those responsible for
this indignity and slight to the clan be punished!" It was of utmost
importance, Dadayal had proclaimed, that no one think that the entire clan
supported the rebels, or that the clan was weakened and could be taken
advantage of. "It is imperative to show strength and resolve at this
time" he had further stated. "We must use a catapult to crush an
ant" was the colourful metaphor employed by him. The party was ordered to
use all means necessary to retrieve "our cousin" and make a very
public example of those involved in this outrage. "But first, there is a small request I
have, and one which would be most suited to your particular skills"
Dadayal had conspiratorially stated over his wine glass. According to Dadayal there was a possibility
of a scandal that the Very Reverend Agama wished to avoid. He was quite
embarrassed by the whole situation and had requested aid from the Vríddi. Of
course being a modest and proud man he was too ashamed to stay while the
arrangements were being made, but he would be most grateful if the matter were
settled quietly and quickly. Dadayal, as a good follower of the Flame, had of
course agreed to help the venerable Agama in his time of need. Autso hiVríddi
had spoken highly of the Sons' skills as "clan fixers" back in Fasíltum
and it would be most appreciated if Horu and Ghachayal would utilise their
talents to make this problem disappear. "Of course," Dadayal had
earnestly stated, "you are free
agents and may do as you wish, and I don't want you to feel pressured, but if
you could look into this matter it would be nice of you." After the
required and completely false, moment of consideration Horu and Ghachayal
naturally agreed. As Uncle Horu had once said: "There are requests, and
there are requests." This
certainly was of the latter kind. The
centre of this problem seemed to resolve around a scribe, a certain Kageshi hiValkara.
His removal would eliminate the problem. Dadayal would provide a guide to take
them to the place where this scribe could be found. "He needs to
disappear, to be disappeared, and a small token retained in order to prove that
the job was done." were Autso hiVríddi's final words before everyone
retired for the evening. "Disappeared" and "small token,"
terms familiar to all "fixers," in all clans of the Imperium. Once
the matter with the scribe had been satisfactorily competed the required resources
would be made available to find Quar.
Planning a murder can be a tricky thing, even for a Vríddi.
Sometimes it was better if people were left guessing as to who was actually
responsible. Sometimes subtlety, stealth, and anonymity can be as important as
the actual death. Horu, Ghachayal, and their cousins had developed somewhat of
reputation in Fasíltum, a reputation for seeing the job through to the end,
even its often bitter end. They
certainly were not the best in the city, but they were consistent, and
consistency in this type of work is also valued. The death of Kageshi might
face certain challenges, but at the end of the day they had done this many
times before. They were not concerned about the successful outcome of their
assignment.
After careful deliberation the following course of action
was decided upon by them. A palanquin and bearers would be rented, and a large
wooden chest would be purchased. Emra hiBayur, Gyesmu hi hiTukólu, and Lobi hiBayur would accompany
them along with the guide provided by Dadayal. Emra, Gyesmu, and Lobi had been
with the Sons' since the day they had
arrived in Chaigari. Members of the Red Star Clan these three had accompanied them on their
various journeys. They had saved each other's lives on numerous occasions, trusted
each other implicitly, and their discretion could be relied upon. Once all had
been arranged they would make their way to the address where they were told the
scribe would often frequent, in this case one of the clan houses belonging to a
vintner clan. Once there they would enter and secure the best and most private
booth in the place. The chest would be brought into the room and placed in a
darkened corner. Drinks would be ordered, inducements given, and the scribe
summoned. When the scribe arrived he would be told that a letter, both urgent
and delicate, was needed, and that he would rewarded suitably for his efforts.
After that he would be quickly dispatched and his body would be placed in the chest,
and both would be discretely taken outside by the two guards who had carried it
in. Horu and Ghachayal would then dispose of both the body and the chest.
The operation went off exactly according to plan. The scribe
was summoned and dutifully arrived, instantly noting that his clients were men
of substance. He sat down, as instructed, had a drink from the cup offered to
him by one his new patrons, an educated man by the sound of him with an accent
that could only be from Fasíltum, unrolled his writing mat, took out his pens
and paper, and began to record exactly what was being dictated by the other
man, a warrior with an ornate steel sword resting beside him and a cup of wine
in his hand. He was so focused on his work that he didn't notice the first man
standing up, take something from his pouch and softly speak. He was still
writing what the second was dictating when he felt a sharp stab in his left
thigh. Death came quickly to Kageshi hiValkara. He tried to scream for help but
the first man's hand was firmly clamped over his mouth, and his arms were
tightly held by the warrior . The last thing he saw was a small black crystal
scorpion return to the first man's pouch. Once Kageshi the scribe had stopped
moving, and Horu had determined that he was truly dead, Ghachayal dragged his
corpse over to the chest and unceremoniously shoved him into it. The letter was
also thrown in, and the lid was closed and firmly latched shut. Emra was called
into the room and instructed to have the chest taken out front and to wait by
the palanquin with it. He was also instructed on his way out to have the server
come in the room with another bottle of the fine vintage that he had brought in earlier. The two Sons' then
finished their drinks, and Horu with the scribe's mat under one arm, and a
bottle in his other hand casually left the clan house and made his way to the
waiting palanquin. Ghachayal, after providing suitable tips for the most
excellent service, had Emra go in settle the bill, and purchase two more
bottles of the excellent wine, that they had so enjoyed, for later. Both he and Horu got into the palanquin and
ordered the guide to lead them to Púrdimal's corpse pits. Once there they saw
that in one section of the field bodies were being cremated. The original paln
was to strip and dump Kageshi's body into an open pit, but his was better. A
priest of Vimúhla was consigning the remains of the poorest of his followers to
the eternal flame. Horu exchanged pleasantries and a few coins with the priest and
the scribe's body was added to the pyre to be burnt to ashes. Solemnly witnessed
by Horu, and Ghachayal - who even shed a tear for their dear friend although it
may have been the smoke, said a few kind words. The chest was smashed and added
to the tinder pile before the two got into the palanquin and made their way
back to the Vríddi clan house. All in all everything went according to plan.
To be continued….
Ah Purdimal, the Black Toad of the Empire. Not a place I'm fond of - it takes weeks to get the smell of the swamps from one's nose.
ReplyDeleteWhat have these young ones gotten themselves into I wonder? I wonder if they know. When one is a Vriddi, getting away with murder, quite literally, is quite possible, perhaps even pedestrian. Still murdering the son of a high priest isn't something done lightly. It does seem that this was not meant to be a light matter however.
You could fill a marketplace with those willing to plot and scheme, but perhaps only fill a stall or two with those willing to act. They may be naive, but a willingness to act paired with a reputation to see things to their conclusion makes them dangerous. Those who underestimate them may fair poorly.
I do wonder when they will notice the Chlen in the room. This is Purdimal, one cannot forget the heavy influence of the Doomed Princes followers in this city...
Ahh, noble Turisan. It's good to see that you are enjoying these adventures. Keep following the blog. There's a lot more to come.
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