The Jackal’s Price: LoF Session XXX
As you will recall we subdued the last remaining lion-man and with a bit of Ce-tan’s magic he was suggested to answer all our questions to the fullest of his knowledge. I will admit that the subtler side of Ce-tan’s magics can be very useful at getting to the heart of a matter, provided it is not my heart it is directed at.
The lionwere as they are called informed us that he was waiting to see who came around to inspect their masters handiwork. Their master was of course none other than the Sphinx, Chashagra. The story that unfolded was bloated with the greed and hubris of humanity. The merchant hired Game Over to the kill the Chashagra. His purpose was to loot and lay claim to the Sphinx possessions, and most likely land, once Chashagra was dead. It was a purpose he believed he was about to complete when his entire caravan was murdered and he went missing. For you see Game Over had told the merchant the contract on the Sphinx was completed, but what none of them had known was that the Sphinx they killed was not Chashagra. The one they had killed was his eternal mate, Savith, and Chashagra was determined for vengeance.
Finally all the pieces of this sorted story had been put together. The lionweres were tasked to find and kill Game Over by Chashagra for their crime. Since they did not know where Game Over was they started asking and eventually killing the towns people in an attempt to find the hunting group. When that did not work they devised their final plan to see if Game Over would investigate the merchants death as I mentioned earlier. A lionwere, as the Gnome had informed us, is not very smart however, and when we showed up to investigate they believed us to be Game Over. Fortunately they were not successful and it gave us the means to interrogate them rather than attempt to track them down.
Done with the poor creature I released his soul as quickly as possible. He had killed many innocent people, but in the end he was just wild beast forced to the whims of a cruel master. He did not deserve my enmity, I reserved that for his master and the fools that laid the foundation of this path. With the three lionwere bodies in tow we headed back to the town to inform them that they would no longer be plagued by mysterious murders in the night.
Although what the merchant did was a fowl act it did not excuse the atrocities Chashagra committed. Grief over the loss of his beloved turned him to a darker path, the evidence of which was embodied by the three lionweres. The lionwere as I have mentioned was a monstrosity, a prevision of a natural lion by that of demonic forces. How Chashagra could and did such a thing I was not sure, but I intended to find out.
Rather than see Ramseeze and ease his worries about another night of death and carnage; Khatovar decided it was best to visit the dwarven blacksmith first and determine the price of a new lionwere sash. The man was a beast in battle and tended to lean toward the just path, but he could be quite vain. None of us is perfect however so I can not fault him too much. After a prolonged bit of haggling the dwarf agreed to make the sash and for another forty scarabs to skin and tan the remaining two hides. The Gnome theorizes the skins are worth more skinned and intact as the nature of the lionwere makes the magical investment of their hides’ easier.
Business completed to their satisfaction we made our way to see Ramzeese. Of course the man was upset at what the fool merchant had done. Oddly however, he did not seem to completely blame Game Over as he believed their action acceptable since they were just doing their job. He remained stubbornly loyal to Game Over and did not wish aid us in our search for them. I reminded Ramzeese that the brutal murders were committed by servants of Chashagra and asked him what he believed Chashagra would do once he found out they had failed. It was at that point his resolve failed and he informed us of Ciril Mambai, a willing whore who may know the location of Game Over’s den.
Surprisingly, or so I thought at the time, the Gnome volunteered to seek out Ciril and retrieve the information we needed. I am not exactly sure what the Gnome did to convince the girl to give him a map, of all things, to Game Over. He claimed to have tricked her into believing she had been diseased and that it could only be cured by his magic. The magic of course had to be rooted to the site of the disease and fixed in his mind. With the map he was able “cleanse” her of the disease and ensure the safety of her integrity. Regardless of whether or not this is true, Glarth did leave her chambers with a map of Game Over’s hideout and I cannot believe it had to do with any other art than his magic.
The hour had grown late so we decided to stay the night and head out before dawn to pay a visit to Game Over. We reached their home, an L-shaped two story building, just before the light of the Dawnflower broke the horizon. I unfortunately was not able to offer her much more than a fleeting prayer, but I believed she would forgive me the necessity of the unavoidable slight. As we crept closer to the building we discovered numerous traps and Khatovar noticed there seemed to be a lone sentry in the otherwise dark building. Avoiding the traps and the sentry we circled around to the side of the building and made our way to a side door.
Twenty paces from the door we heard a mans voice inform us we had gone far enough. Standing behind a bared window, Amar Taric, leader of Game Over had a device leveled at our heads. The Gnome called it a gun. To me it looked nothing more than a toy, but we held our ground just in case he knew how to use the thing. We conversed with this man for a time and I was hesitant to slay a man that commanded such respect to many of the town’s people without at least gaining his measure. Unfortunately for him, the story of the dead Sphinx and his motives behind it were the truth, a truth he fully admitted. It seemed the town’s folk, as with many people, were ignorant to Amar’s true nature. A man they protected to the death of many of their own people was willing to sell all their lives for his own. It was with that knowledge I understood the path of guiding light and that was precisely when the Gnome blasted Amar in the face with his magic.
There is not much I can really say about the battle that followed as it was over in a matter of several heartbeats. There should have been four of them, but when Khatovar kicked in the door Amar only called out for Gabriel. The giant of a man came lumbering down the stairs to be quickly overwhelmed by Khatovar and the Gnome’s pet. Amar took a bit more time to subdue, but in the end both men were unconscious and bound and soon to be punished for their crimes.
That is enough conversation for today. Contemplate the lesson while you move through your forms and I am sure you will understand.