Plodding On: Campaign Diary

This was mostly an accounting session. Finishing off downtime, Ragados worked another week for the Harmonium, and tried to pick up a bit of carpentry. M’narr headed to the Green Mill one evening to see if the Stolen Beauty Citizens’ Support Group was still running. To his luck, it was, and he was able to restore all six attendees to their natural beauty. He got a little bit too much attention from an amorous elderly half-orc, but otherwise all were very relieved and grateful.

One morning not long after, the party was visited at Truetemper’s Solution by an elvish woman. At Mercy’s insistence, M’narr hastily tidied away his mess of research notes from the front desk. The silver-haired elf was in a state of distress, and wanted to know if this was the workshop where she could find the cutters who’d been investigating the old church in the Lower Ward? The party was suddenly all ears. The elf – incidentally, the most beautiful elf Ragados had ever seen – was in a state of distress. Her sister had been making terrifying plans about releasing a plague around the church as part of some wild Xaositect scheme. The elf let slip that she herself was an Indep, which didn’t go in her favour. Still, at least she’s not an Anarchist! The party agreed to go with her to the Lower Ward. Getting a pony cab from Tea Street, the party climbed in with Daniphe. The three-hour journey was passed by 12-Bar again failing to convince someone that he had in fact written the song about the Old Church (“I’d heard it was Alphonse the Golden who’d written that song, no?”). M’narr continued his research. Ragados, oddly smitten with this Indep, did the most romantic thing he could think of and insisted that she pay her share of the cab fare.

Arriving some hours later, the streets were thoroughly littered with pamphlets. The Athar have been around here. And they've been very busy.

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