The Jackal’s Price: LoF Session XLI
Where to find info on the heiress?
M’hem – “Answers to Many questions” w/ many imps that spy on the city. Pesh addict of the Nightstalls. Street rats will lead to M’hem. Heading toward the Night Ramp.
Glarth heads to Venture lodge in the Sprawl.
Rayhan plans to create a room for study of the scroll.
At the Night Ramp, the children congregated gambling, smoking pesh. An older child signs cant to a boy to come assist you. After some silver, the kid relays that M’hem’s wife owns a laundry service w/ M’hem having his shady business dealing in the back. The wife is found scrubbing linens in a tub w/ a nod left to rear. After a strange knock from the street rat, a Kelishite man with yellow eyes and sallow skin stares shiftily through the crack in the door.
The Fajr family patriarch had died of natural causes, but is there truth to it?
Ce-tan uses Charm Person. M’hem says he is too frightened to betray Maysam Fajr. Relays Maysam rumors to have been a member of substantial rank in the Unseen Hand, a secret society of anarchists seeking to overthrow the Pactmasters. After a falling out with guild leadership, Maysam left the Unseen Hand to create the One Source guild, a trade guild specializing in the truly reprehensible. A falling out with her father facilitated the transition to her own unorthodox devices and the Trading guilds believe her father had not died of natural causes, but was killed by her hand. The One Source guild is reputed to never fail, can procure anything for the highest bidder, and they never leave loose ends.
Ce-tan inquires about the book. Maysam is known to be reckless and competent and mercenary who would never do business with the banks. She herself was a very gifted sorceress of sorts. Another party had inquired and interrogated M’hem prior to our arrival who also charmed him… Feeling the mental push of another’s force upon the man, Ce-tan learned M’hem was set on by a tall and imposing man… and that was all. After hearing the anxiety and nervousness about the man, Khatovar wishes for M’hem to not betray us to potential enemies. Maysam may not know the book’s importance.
Across the city, Glarth disguised himself as “not-Glarth” a Halfling of no repute and doubles back every now and again to arrive to the Pathfinder’s Lodge. Inside of the large bar with hearth stood Roderous Albercroft who holds a bottle of wine, clearly perturbed and ready to strike a man of middle ages. The thug stood with well built with dark leathers and sap. After a few moments of subtle signing to the small-ling, Glarth understands Roderous is conveying this thug was here for the gnome. Glarth takes in a deep breath and exhales 5 smoke conjured apes which beat and burn the thug. Taking the final swing, Roderous hit him with the bottle. Taking a big gulp, Roderous said a Genie was in his establishment, drinking wine, and asking about the scroll. Roderous suggests to keep the scroll underground to find its way to Absalom, using his hidden basement vault as the starting point of its trek. The gnome contemplates and though Absalom would prefer the artifact to be in a museum, he fears the Decemverate would take it for themselves and could use the scrolls to even the scales of power for the houses.
Glarth begins his inquiry of Maysam Fajr to his compatriot, finding she and the One Source Guild has never broken a contract. Continuing, he finds much of the similar information of his companions half the city away. Interjecting, Roderous suggests they take the scroll and leave Katapesh as he has a friend with insight and history into such an artifact and the 3 could use it themselves. Deflecting the suggestion, Glarth maintains his cool and heads for the door as he felt his mind trying to be overcome with a charming spell. As the spell failed and fizzled from thought, Glarth spun on his heel, the smoke following him as he approached the barkeep and with a bit of anger, intimidated the barkeep though he was of small stature causing the larger man to step back into the bar menaced by the ferocity. Glarth took a few sharp words and dispelled the effects of a charm spell on him. The old barkeep looked at him, clear of mind, and sat somberly and sober on the stoll. As the old man moves the thug, a Wayfinder falls from his sashes. The implications were grave; Pathfinder can’t kill other Pathfinders. Glarth leaves as Roderous take care of the body.
With everyone congregating at a fancy restaurant called The Packmaster’s Favors, they were led to a private area. A serious and intense man emerged from behind silks and screens. Introducing himself as Marzuk Mus’ad he is the owner of the establishment and well known as one of the largest and noblest trade family that cares more for Katapesh, caring for charity and honor over finances. He explains he wishes the scroll for a museum where all can enjoy Kakishon with a small fee for museum upkeep. Politely declining from a private sale, Ce-tan negotiates a potential brokerage for a Mus’ad family venue. As we’re leaving, the hostess points to a creature waiting for our exit. The imp scurried forward and delivered a message to Glarth. Expecting an immediate reply for his master, Glarth send it on its way relaying he will reply at another time.
The crowds of people, still as thick as ever standing shoulder to shoulder, were a flood in the streets. Walking down the Day Ramp, a glint of metal shines slightly through shady figures combing the crowd which sprang daggers. Faharid on reflex begins to draw his weapon and is struck by the dagger watching as the assailants cut through the crowds. Getting stuck in the throng of people, Ce-tan “burning Arced” to three thugs, killing one instantly. Faharid moved through the crowds engaging the enemy crying out “assassins!”. Ce-tan incited the crowd as the push and scatter in mass hysteria. Ce-tan is too distracted but is resolute using magic missile proclaiming “Bow before me!” as the rays of force burst forth causing all of his target to fall over. Five of the six were dispatch with haste as the hysteria continued. The six was “held” as the last bit of consciousness was snuffed.
Rifling through the pouch of one of the fallen assassin’s, an old woman marketer pulled something disastrously beautiful from the pouches. In perfect joy, she rejoiced “Praised be to Abadar!”, as she held a perfect ruby – a Ruby of Leng. The hysteria broken at the sound of money redirected the flow of people causing them to jump and scramble for the loose rubies on the street. The group decided it was time to leave before the Zephyr guard arrived.
Getting to Lower City, we enter a dirty alley way in which the only occupant fled from the imposing group. Surrounding the last assassin thug, he was woken and instantly shoved to begin talking or else a similar fate befell him. Calling himself Calhm, he relayed he worked for the man Faharid had beheaded and kicked of the ramp from 60 feet above the floor below. Faharid and Ce-tan quickly figured the sending party would most likely be Fatima Al Jabbar, one of the Nightstall parties who heads the Aspis Consortium in Ketapesh. It was information that was already available. His information running its course, the group left the alleyway, less one man who remained slumped and lifeless behind the clay brick and broken boxes of the fetid alleyway.
As we route to the inn and walk to Rayhan’s, muscular bodyguards stand outside of his gates. The Halfling Tamir Sands, balding and bureaucratic pitches a very convincing and persuasive argument for great monetary gains. With a wave, Ce-tan quite literally sews his mouth shut with invisible made conjured threads (lipstich). Flustered and mortified Tamir cuts a few threads and spits away some conjured adhesive realising perhaps now would not be the best time to discuss business by fleeing from the wrath Ce-tan has generously demonstrated.
The next day was thought to be just as exhausting; trade in the Peculiar Emporium and and audience with the infamous Maysam Fajr and the One Source guild.