"We discovered that the group of adventurers discovered some treasure and (of course) brought it here to sell. Now something is tracking and killing them looking for specific items from their loot. One of the items in question is small bowl the killer took, the other is in our possession. We need to get to the tavern before somebody spoils our chances."
"We discovered that the group of adventurers discovered some treasure and (of course) brought it here to sell. Now something is tracking and killing them looking for specific items from their loot. One of the items in question is small bowl the killer took, the other is in our possession. We need to get to the tavern before somebody spoils our chances."
Devinihm nods. "The hunters -- we know there is more than one, now, yes -- look for the pieces of a map on these items. We believe they have at least two of four pieces. We have one, and a copy of a second from a painting at the manor. The tavern, we hope, will tell us if they have a third. We do not know yet what the map is of or what it leads to."
"That's right dearie," adds Auntie Mab, addressing the lieutenant, "Tristram found a false floor in the safe, didn't you love? Such a smart boy, yes you are."
Tristram suffers himself to be petted and cooed over for a moment before Auntie Mab continues, "Anyway, that's where the piece of the map was. I'd say these slippery fish creatures were sent after us by the bazzlebaums to take the piece we found. But they were no match for the arcane fury of Auntie Mab. Gave them the evil eye I did. Scared them senseless... Oh, and Earth helped a bit too," she adds as the rocky warforged fixes her with a chilly stare.
"But, what's all this you say about mobs dearie? Could it be that these are actually cultists who worship the bazzlebaums, trying to help them steal the maps? Kind of odd to worship a bucktoothed, rabbit-eared demon if you ask me. But, I suppose it takes all kinds. You say they broke into the mansion? I wonder if that means they've taken another piece of the map. We need to get over to this pub in a jiffy, if we're to save at least half the map from falling into the bazzlebaums' terrible, furry clutches!"
Raijin looks at the Lieutenant, trying to follow the events. You mean more of these creatures attacked the Chipped Flask? We were going to head there next he looks about at those remaining.