Re: Assault on Eel's End
You all scamper about the deck you're on, noses twitching, nostrils flaring as you search for the knick knacks and shiny thongs which make everyone's heart go pitter-pat.
There is a hold at the far end of the hallway, but it is crammed with suprisingly dull things. Table cloths. Buckets of nails. A chest of drawers where all the compartments are filled woth strings of gaudily colored wooden beads. Bottles of wine which have been uncorked, watered down, and resealed. A box of differently colored feathers. Crates which contain cooking pots. A few coils of sevicable rope. Nothing much.
You find a small room which Toke verifies as a shover lab. There are a few small, empty vials and tools your resident alchemist can make use of, all of a fine variety. There are seven stoppered tubes which contain liquid. Six are refined Shiver. The last is pure dream spider venom. Treasure here: masterwork alchemists kit. Six vials of shiver worth 25 gp each. Three doses dream spider venom.
Of more interest to the rest of you is the room the northern swarm of spiders came out. It appears to have been Devargo's personal quarters. A foot locker is pushed under the bed. Inside you find what must have been Devargo's nest egg. Devargo did not seem to like coins. There are only a few handfuls here. Instead he appears to have prefered to convert cash to more portable currency. A fine amulet of jasper. A gold necklace studded with emeralds. A small horn inlaid with mother of pearl. A ring with a tiny jade dragonfly engraved on it. Also inside are a bundle of letters, a satchet with some odd greyish dust, and a plain cap such as huntsmen wear. The kind lined with wool and sporting earflaps that come down on each side of it. Not exactly chic. There is also a bundle of letters tied up with string. The letters appear to be some correspondence between a Dulac Rossen, a Chelish ambassador to the city, and some woman who goes by the initials A.N. The contents of the letters are what you would expect. Devargo must have been blackmailing one or both of the authors. The druglord does have some finely tailored suits on hangers in his room. He was nothing if not stylish in his evil. Treasure here: the first three pieces of jewelry listed are worth maybe about 1100 gp combined. The dragonfly ring, the dust, and the hat all sniff of magic. The blackmail letters are yours to do with as you wish.
Also in Devargo's room are several versions of a letter he was drafting. The best version reads as follows:
To my dearest Patience,
Your offer is an interesting one, though one I must pass on. I have not, nor have ever been, interested in the world of politics. Kings and nobles come and go. Only vice is constant. Everyman wants to fuck and smoke and drink himself into oblivion, in order to forget the cares of this world. I have made quite a nice little perch for myself providing those needs. Why would I want to come down from it?
As to your insinuation that if we can not be allies then we must be enemies...well. I hope your faith in your fine stone walls is well placed. Everything dies fine lady. Everything. Why not live until that moment comes?
From Kindness with kindness
To Patience impatient
By the time you get to the deck above, the party has moved elsewhere. A quick glance outside shows that there's a riot on the pier. The guard has arrved in small batches but more can be seen coming down the way. You quickly head back inside to see what valuables are still available.
The room above where you killed Whatever-It-Was is a small audience chamber, complete with gaudy wooden throne. A spider covered corpse, ypu assume this is Devargo, lays on the floor. His facial expression is nothing short of horrific. If you wee hoping for a grisly end to the man known as Kindness, you have gotten your wish. Some of you go about the delicate task of searching his spider covered body while the rest search the rest of the parlor.
Devargo's corpse is dressed in a finely made suit of black leather armor. Small glyphs are stitched along one side of it. He wears two well made bladed gauntlets and a light, finely crafted crossbow sits to one side of his throne. There are two stoppered vials in a pouch on his belt. One contains a light purplish looking liquid. The other liquid is mostly clear and thick. He wears two rings, one set with a diamond and one silver one carved with a spider.
There are a few other bodies. Most have a handful of coins on them, but little else of interest.
Hanging from the ceiling by a fine chain is a small cage. Inside is a sleek, winged lizard. A psuedodragon. They are common to the city. As you go about your business, the psuedodragon looks at each of you. The words "Free me..." form in your minds.
Treasure here: Leather armor of the magical variety. +1 to be exact. Two masterwork bladed gauntlets. Masterwork light crossbow. The two rings are simple jewelery worth 300 gp in total. The purplish liquid is cure light wounds, two doses. Purple potions are always healing in my games. The clear liquid is anyone's guess. The coins you find amount to 55 gp. The psuedodragon is what it is.
