Date: 23rd Harvester 609 CY Attendance: Wulrakas, Cat, Jareth, Virgil, Alena. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Recap: The group found out a potential hiding place where the Thieves' Guild might be located. Cat got geased by the boy Wizard for talking smack. Music for your soul ♪♪♪ Aldous "Baldie" Johanson would become a short-lived fixture in the Maldurnanhel Slums of Gradsul. After his encounter with the adventurers, he'd stand outside his hovel, his gaze transfixed ahead, his hands open as if in supplication. Passersby would leave copper and half-eaten food in response, only to see their items untouched and stationary in his palms some hours later. Soon they would call him the Statue Man, and the coin and food would give way to less desireable items: spit, trash, and bodily fluids. Still, Aldous would not move. He was silent, too, save for the occasional utterances of: "I will tell you all I know," in a hushed whisper, his eyes widening ever so slightly -- as if seeing some hope, some distant salvation invisible to all but him. At night his dotting wife would drag his rigid body inside, laying him upon their bed. When she'd drift into slumber, he'd return to his spot in front of their home. It was as if he never left. Any attempt to feed him would be met with resistance; any pleading, any entreats for him to return to his senses falling on deaf ears. Brewfest would come some days later, and a gang of youths, bored by the insipid festivities that the slums were oft to provide during the holidays, took it upon themselves to accost Aldous. They smacked him with their fists, kicked him and spit upon him. But Aldous would not move; he would only murmur those few pitiful whispers. The next attacks came suddenly. No one knows for sure which boy did it. Perhaps they all played a part. The coroner would later sit at the Toppling Ogre, recounting how Aldous' broken body was found the following morning. So many bones were snapped that he no longer looked the part of a man; his hands had been crushed until they had swollen shut; his legs spread out in two different directions; his skull had been pounded so severely that his lifeless eyes now bulged from their sockets. He had no funeral. His body was interred at the livery for a time, until his wife could scrounge enough copper for his cremation. She became bitter then, mad at the man who had fallen in with dangerous wretches, mad at the man she once loved. But most of all she was mad at the unanswered questions; his only friend, Victor, now suspiciously richer and donning the clothes of a nobleman, could only shrug when pressed. Soon the Johanson home fell into disrepair. With no means to make ends meet, the wife took up residence at a local brothel. Disease ran rampant here, and within weeks she too had perished. If Aldous had not charged the strangers in an attempt to protect his childhood friend, perhaps things would have turned out differently. Perhaps. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Experience: Alena – 9,000 XP (98,650 XP total) Wulrakas - 7,000 XP (176,750 XP total) Virgil - 7,000 XP (147,850 XP total) Cat - 7,000 XP (150,500 XP total) Jareth - 7,000 XP (126,500 XP total) LEVEL UP 13 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Loot: Nothing, you horrible, horrible people. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Notes: Shooting for a 10PM EST Friday sesh (1/23), going hard into late night possibly. This has taken a little longer than anticipated (going on three sessions instead of the original one), but if it's kinda fun then who cares.
