Session 1: Baylian

Another note, another mission. I’m getting used to these kinds of invites lately. Vague note, noble in distress, it seemed like just another night. I arrived at Wystark tower just before a severe storm. An omen maybe? Not for me anyways, but maybe for my newest soon to be deceased target. That’s strange. I wasn’t greeted immediately by a nervous noble, instead, I’m asked to wait. This is different, guess I’ll get comfortable. In walks a dragonborn soldier, he looks seasoned and like he can handle himself. Am I to infiltrate the military barracks this evening and he’s my escort… Another guest arrives and this time it seems that things are going to get really interesting. Another dragonborn warrior and he knows the Lieutenant. Wait a minute I recognize him! He was or still is a detective, and he is here with a soldier. This could get ugly real fast, and I’m already outnumbered in this damn corner of the room. Just as my suspicions couldn’t grow anymore, in walks Leucis. A recent employer of mine, and by the looks of it he isn’t sure why he is here either. Have we been caught, is this detective going to be interrogating us on our recent relationship? If that’s the case, then the letter leading me into this trap was a success. I give Leucis a nod, and before I can make my way to the exit of the room, in pops a curious Eladrin. Hmm, maybe I am being too jumpy, but being cautious is why I’m still alive. Lastly a wild looking human enters and is apparently the last of this odd assembly.

Our newest employer enters, and begins to tell us his tale of strange occurrences in the tower. Llowel seems extremely agitated, but I also know he is holding something back. No one else seems to notice, but I did catch a green glow from his neck just before it disappeared. That’s strange, and could explain why he invited a group of skilled individuals to handle his problem, which I believe is more than a couple of apparitions. What is he hiding, what is he scared of? As if on cue an apparition of his grandfather appears to back up his story, maybe he is telling some of the truth. We were unable to find out though, as the ghost disappeared before we could get any useful information from him. After some exploration of the tower, I begin to see the roles of everyone starting to unfold. It seems that Llowel has prepared a group of people that can handle some sort of attack, but when is the attack coming? Experience would say as soon as we let our guard down, and again as if on cue. We are awoken during our slumbers and trances to loud noises, the same Llowel had mentioned. We followed them to the cellar, strange that Llowel forgot to mention the cellar… Surprise yet again, we are ambushed. I am not used to fighting within a group, so I hope this doesn’t end ugly for any of us here. Watching the dragoborn in action was a sight to behold. Their training and preparation was evident in their prowess on the battlefield. Master Leucis didn’t disappoint, because I had seen him dispatch creatures with his dark energy before. Bravo sir. Aramil displayed his studies are paying off as his commanding great magics on the battlefield, and only to be matched by the wild fighting style of the shifter. I knew Gorgoth had another side to him, and it was entertaining to watch him channel his fury and rage into a unique fighting style. The battle could have gone smoother, but what can one expect when joining ranks with complete strangers. The fight was soon over nonetheless, and we were left wondering what is down this tunnel of these unique rats? Could this be how they dragged Llowel’s grandfather out of the tower to where his corpse was found, or is there something more? Are the strange glowing green protrusions from the mutant rats connected with the green glow from Llowel’s neck? I guess we will soon find out, as we travel deeper into the dark.

Session 1: Leucis

I went to the Wystark tower Saturday evening. A storm was blowing in, fitting given the tone of the letter that summoned me. When I arrived I was met by the dwarf that had delivered the letter, Grock. He led me to a sitting room where I met a Dhuras, a dragonborn lieutenant, and Baylian, an assassin whom I have had many dealings with in the past. I was unaware that anyone other than me had been summoned to discuss the issues at the tower, but given the position of these two I knew our host must be taking the matters very seriously. Grock brought me some tea while we waited for more guests to arrive. Over the course of the next hour we were joined by another dragonborn, a retired detective named Kriv whom it seems knows Dhuras; An Eladrin named Aramil; and a rather unkempt human named Gorgoth. The last two guests surprised me a little, while it’s not completely uncommon to find Eladrin or humans among the dragonborn they are rarely more than merchants or tradesmen. If his profession was not so well regarded in the city I would have been surprised to see Baylian as well. Given the motley crew that was assembled I was more than a little interested in what our host had to say, though I did my best to hide any such enthusiasm.

We were joined by our host Llowel who went on to tell us about his family tree and how he had come to inherit this tower from his grandfather. These details had been in the letter, so I didn’t take too much interest. It was then that he started talking about seeing apparitions in the form of his grandfather and other people from the paintings in the tower. This was intriguing in that while I have heard of a spirit manifesting in a place it lived and died to have multiple spirits doing so made this account special. It was obvious that Llowel was quite shaken by what he’d seen, and was beginning to question his own sanity. I decided to remain quite during the recounting of his story and try to soak up every detail. If he was making any of this up, I’d catch him in a circle of lies and if his story was true the finest detail could prove important to determining the source of his troubles. At the behest of our host we moved to the dinner table where we enjoyed a freshly prepared tomato basil soup. While we were having our dinner we were visited by a spirit in the form of Llowel’s grandfather. We attempted to convince the apparition that we were there to help our host though we were unsuccessful, maybe because we weren’t sure exactly what we were there to help with or what we could even do. The ghost vanished without providing us much insight.

With our meal behind us we set out to get some rest. Llowel had insisted that the strange happenings in the tower were more frequent at night so some of the guests set a watch to keep an eye/ear open for anything unusual. I retired to my room and as is my custom stripped down completely and arranged my gear in a fashion that I’d be able to get ready quickly if needed before lying down to rest. Part way through the night I was burst in upon by Dhuras, and as I leapt from the bed in my natural glory he informed me that the watch had heard a kind of scratching in the walls that seemed to be descending the floors of the tower. I gathered myself, dressed and rushed off to join the others to see if we could find the source of the noise.

We made our way down into an old wine cellar where we were attacked by rats. There were some dire rats, swarms of smaller rats and some large mutated rats that spit some kind of caustic material at us. Though I doubt I’ll recount the tale of our epic battle to anyone as it’s rather embarrassing that we didn’t dispatch these rodents with ease, we were able to finally best them. We examined the cellar and found an entrance that it seems the rats had made. We are planning to explore further and maybe find the source of the infestation.

I’m a little put off that the sounds that have been troubling Llowel were coming from rats, and I hope that when we sit down to discuss these matters our host will be able to convince me that he called us here for something more than vermin extermination.
– Leucis

An Invitation

Each of you has received the following invitation, hand delivered by a dwarf slave. He didn’t have any other specifics to give you other than the note.

Llowel note


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