(G7 - OR) day 4, cont (3)...
The fight in the cellars of the slaughterhouse continued. A mist was covering most of the room where the
enemy were so it made things difficult.
From what I have patched together from talking to the others afterwards and my own recollections of the
day the sequence of events were this;
Myself and Raz dispatch some more undead, but suddenly another swarm of rats appear. Nobby kills a few
with some of her magic, but I step out of the room.
Raz makes up his mind for action and charges headlong into the dense mist.
I summon another dog and set it to attacking the rats and then skirt round to the other door to see if
I can help there. From what I gather Nobby dispatched the rest of the rats with more Alchemist's Fire.
Anyway, I join Kintay who is fighting a couple of zombies and I even manage to dispatch one. I also
summoned another dog to help us. Around this time Umbril noticed one of the slaughterhouse brothers
sneaking down the corridor in the gloom and puts a crossbow bolt between his eyes. This also frightened
off the ogre that had also returned.
Shifty then joins me in fighting the zombies. I can hear the clashing of arms and scouts and screams
coming from the mist. It sounds very much like Raz is fighting this evil woman somewhere in there.
I became quiet cross with her at this time. Couldn't she see she was defeated? We had killed about a
dozen or so of her undead by then.
I picked up the first thing that came to hand - a zombie leg - and with a cry of 'Surrender wench! All your
minions are dead!' hurled it into the mist.
Raz tells me that I must have had a lucky shot because he say the leg come sailing through the murk and
clunk her on the head!
She was chanting , casting a spell or somesuch, but it wasn't long before she fell before Raz's relentless
axe blows (and a final dagger blow from Shifty).
It seems a shame to me that she never had a chance to turn herself away from evil - whoever she
was - but we were there to stop her.
As soon as she fell, the mist cleared, but it seemed that her last dying spell had been realised, because
from an altar in the corner rose the remains of Crimson.
He has been turned into a Mohrg. (For further notes see Beast Journal Entry #169)
Everyone rushed to attack him, his long mohrg tongue lashing out to strike, and soon he was cornered.
Kintay was knocked flat and I dragged him off to the side to attempt to heal him. He was ok in the end.
Crimson soon went down to the blades and blows of Raz, Nobby and Shifty.
It seemed like we had defeated this evil, but we didn't have time to stand around really. I gathered up
the remains of Jasmine, and then those of Crimson and we took them back to the city.
That night Jasmine was buried at her temple and Crimson's cursed remains were burned at the cemetery in
front of a selection of Tashluta's townsfolk. Hopefully things will calm down now.
DAY 5
This morning it hit me that, in reality, the slaughterhouse now belonged to us. Why not? The original
owners were all dead or outlaws, victims of their own wickedness. So I rode down to the place again
to see that it was deserted, but three farmers were waiting outside with cattle that they wanted to be
slaughtered.
As I had rode there I had thought that we could convert the building into a temple or poor house in honour
of Shesara and Jasmine. But as Shifty pointed out to me, this was the cities main slaughterhouse and it
was needed as part of the local infrastructure.
Well, we did a lot of riding about and talking that day. Firstly we talked to Constable Padesh and we told
him in no uncertain terms that we were in charge now. After all, hadn't we just proved we had the cities best
interests at heart? Would they rather let the place be run by people that are quiet happy to have evil
cultists scuttling about in the cellar? I didn't think so.
Then we hired some manual labourers and started gutting the place and setting it to rights. Shifty seemed
to be quite taken with the idea of running a business and also went around town to hire a butcher and a baker.
He came back later with a sun elf baker and a lady butcher whom seemed interested in our venture.
We needed the baker because myself and Raz (both northerners) had noticed that Tashluta, while having many
tasty dishes in its markets and taverns, did not know what a pie was.
Ah yes, the humble pie, how may of them did I eat back when I was a student at Waterdeep? It all started as
a bit of a joke between myself and Raz as we were cleaning out the building, but Shifty took us seriously
and went into town to hire us a 300 year old sun elf master baker!
I don't know. I didn't really see myself as running a slaughterhouse when I set off on the ship to Tashluta
but I do know I have been rather appalled at some of the mistreatment of animals I have seen around the
city streets. Perhaps it would be better then for someone with a responsible attitude to be in charge of
something like this, so that the cattle are treated humanely and with dignity?
Well, early days anyway. If it doesn't work out we can just hand the keys back to the city and they can
appoint someone else. There is plenty of beds and things here though so if we get bored of living at
taverns then it is always an option.
That evening we walked back to the Bent Goblin to check up on things and see what had become of Nobby
as we hadn't seen her since the afternoon.
It turned out she was ill and in her bed. She was in a bad way and I could see she had contracted 'Filth
Fever.', most likely from all those nasty undead yesterday.
While I was downstairs in the main room gathering some things to make her feel better, we were visited by
an elderly halfling woman whom gave us a note , an invitation to dinner with Lady Such-and-such the following
night.
I was a bit busy attending to Nobby though so I didn't think much of it. Well, it's bed time now and I
think Nobby will be ok for tonight, but I will probably send a boy over to fetch Father Estrin in the
morning.
