“So we met this elven paladin that Rhogash said he knew from way back. Blah blah blah, concern about the welfare of the common folk and all that paladin bullshit they tend to keep spewing. Turns out, he wanted us to kill a half-orc capo. HE HID BEHIND HIS FAKE ELVEN GRACE, LIKE ALL OF CORELLON’S SNIVELING COWARDS, AND HADN’T EVEN THE COURAGE TO ASK US STRAIGHT UP HE WANTED A MAN DEAD. Good enough for me though; shake the tree and you never know what might fall down. We threatened some goons to find out where the half-orc was hiding out, and used the sewers to get there. We wiped the place out. Let’s see what’ll come falling down.
The paladin was waiting for us back at the inn; he was busy keeping his hands clean. He suggested we talk to the mayor to find out more about the syndicate running this town. They really seem hellbent on throwing the city in chaos. THIS SUITS ME, FOR NOW. CAUSE ENOUGH CHAOS, AND IT WILL BE SO VERY EASY TO SCOOP UP ALL THE BROKEN PIECES AND RECREATE THE SYNDICATE THE WAY I WANT IT TO BE. Obviously, I don’t really need to know who runs the syndicate, as I already know quite enough about them, so I decided to go run a few errands. I went to meet Riffolk, the halfling, and told him I knew who killed the half-orc. I wasn’t even lying when I told him that Red Stedd had killed him, and that I had followed him and knew where he was. Well, I suppose I hadn’t really followed him, but eh, close enough, Riffolk bought it. I told him I’d scout some more and report back.
I made my way back to the inn, where I learned that the rest had decided to pit Riffolk against Perrin by telling each of them the other wanted to kill ‘em. Decent enough plan, they are a paranoid bunch. Not the easiest sell but worth the shot. Aviendha and the elf witch decided to spend some time spinning rumours. Might work, but it would need a more… personal… touch. I suggested Aviendha forge some notes proving our stories, which we could plant on some of their goons. It’d be too risky of course to plant the notes while they were alive, but that’s a problem that’s easy to solve. THE HALF-WIT DWARF WAS VERY COOPERATIVE. SO EASY TO CORRUPT. I DOUBT IT WILL TAKE MUCH MORE PRODDING TO GET HER SOUL TO FALL INTO DARKNESS.
Once the job was done, we went back to the inn where it turned out the dwarf sorcerer had left us a message; when we met him, he told us he’d been in touch with Farona and she had some very interesting news about Ashnor. Turned out that the demon corrupting that city has a name, and that name is Oiaxar. I REMEMBER HIM. FOUGHT HIM ONCE IN THE BLOOD WAR. EVEN FOR THE STANDARDS OF HIS TREACHEROUS KIN, HE’S A NASTY PIECE OF WORK. DESTROYING HIM WILL GREATLY INCREASE MY STANDING IN THE NINE HELLS. Been bound near Ashnor but in a different world or something for a long time, apparently. The thing in my head seethes at its name. I feel its rage. Anyway, the statues were made to fortify his prison and they are apparently not working anymore. Long story, really. Tuned out during most of it.
Long story short, we need to be pure of heart or some bullshit to be able to defeat Oiaxar. Doubt that will ever happen, really. And we need to bring order to this city. That, I am up for. It might not be the kind of order paladins like, but it will be the kind of order where honest people can go out during the night and not be robbed or murdered in the streets. IT WILL BE THE KIND OF ORDER WHERE THE CHURCHES OF THE HEAVENS WILL FIND NO FOLLOWERS, BUT WHERE THE WORSHIP OF THE LORDS OF THE NINE WILL BE SUPREME.
While we were there, Rhogash found a pair of gloves that he can use to speak sign language for a bit, and the witch found a cloak that will help her cast her spells better or something. IT WOULD BE BETTER FOR HER SAKE THAT IT WORKS, AS I DON’T THINK I’LL BE VERY PLEASED IF SHE TRIES TO KILL ME AGAIN.
After that, we made a plan to ambush some of Riffolk’s men and make it look like they were sent to kill Perrin. I went to Riffolk and told him I’d found where Stedd was hiding, and he was only too eager to send his men there to kill him. Guess he hoped to win favour with Perrin that way. Not gonna happen. We came to the agreed ambush location, and I waited for them to go in. THE FOOLS COULDN’T SET A PROPER AMBUSH. THE DRAGONBORN GODSWORN WASN’T EVEN HIDING! IDIOT. WHAT DOES HE THINK AN AMBUSH IS? THIS ISN’T SOME SHINING TOURNAMENT. Luckily, the goons weren’t the brightest lot, and we got them in and I could lock the door behind them. We swifly slaughtered them and left evidence on them framing Riffolk. We’re shaking the tree even harder, something has to fall out soon."