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Case 45 Cont. The Rainbow tailed bird was a Red Herring
Continuing the investigation of the missing relic of the Shelyn Temple and the deaths of their clergymen:

Our investigative party was split up during the chaos of the fire, so first point of business was to regroup and collaborate our findings. It seems Draksh was busy. During the fire he ran out the back entrance and questioned a few people there. In doing so, he gathered that there was a red scaled dragonborn that was seen fleeing from the temple. After further inquiries, he was able to gather that there was a magic shop owner that would fit the suspects description. He, with the help of Kit, found the magic shop and proceeded to question her. I was able to catch up to them while they were speaking in the shop. By my account, it seemed they had interrupted Il'ric in the midst of boxing the item for shipping. The only motive I can see is that Il'ric was a collector and greedy, and was either wanting to add to her own collection, or had a wealthy client that wanted the item. Case of the missing artifact closed.

It should also be noted that Draksh and I went back, after the authorities had detained her, and investigated some more. I only kept watch, but Draksh reported that there was a ledger that had many high priced transactions in it for a customer only known as "C". I do not know the relevance, but this feels like it could be important.

While this portion of the case was closed, I think this was a crime of opportunity and unrelated to the deaths of the clergymen. Bastet may have found a better trail to follow. As biased as Miriam's accusation may be, there may be merit to it. I had planned to investigate later, but Bastet purrsued(HAHA) it before we had a chance to prepare. As accounted by Bastet while I was clearing her of the poisoning effects, it seems that Dev Dobromill is as shady as Miriam described. I still stand by, shady does not equal guilt though. Bastet broke into his house and apparently set off something that poisoned her. It raises suspicion that he had poison like this setup within the house near an upstairs room, but it only suggests a protection from intruders, which she technically was. It is odd that he let her go untouched after he found her though. He could have easily killed her and none would have been the wiser. This adds to my gut feeling that he is not the culprit, though there may be reason to suspect his involvement of some kind.

If I have time before setup tomorrow, I would like to speak with the head priest at the temple and see if there are any connection with the two clergymen who died, besides Shelyn. If not, what their roles were within the church. There is something we are missing, a piece that will give the puzzle meaning. I just hope we find it before more attacks happen and more innocent lives are lost.
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I remember so clearly what I was thinking before it happened. My feet felt sure and nimble as I fearlessly descended the tricky waterfall. I was pondering that Gwydion would approve of these winding underground caves and caverns. The thrill of adventure. What unknown challenge lay around the next bend? My muscles felt strong from days of marching. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the ever changing flicker of the torch in this dark place. I heard a shout and looked down the tunnel to see a cloaker rising, bat-like from the water, droplets clinging to it’s wings and falling back to the river. I took my ready stance, a spell on my lips, then my ears split open, my skull fractured, and through the gaping hole shot a terrifying shriek. It filled my mind, rattling like dice in a cup. Fear, fear, fear. How do you escape terror when it’s within your own head? The need to run overpowered me. Helpless, without any logic, I ascended the same waterfall we had just painstakingly picked our way down. My feet flung the stones behind me. My cloak tore on the jagged spikes of rock. My clothing dragged through the water. Get away! Get away! Dripping sweat in spite of the bone chilling river. Then as suddenly as it began, the cleft in my head sealed up, my fear erased. I turned back down the waterfall to my comrades- soaked to the skin, disheveled.

Hours later we are camped in a cavern. My cloak may never dry. Am I shivering from the cold, or is it a memory of the terror? I worry this feeling will be with me long after my cloak has once again regained it’s warmth. Has this memory carved a path in my mind, like the underground river through the rock, that will allow fear to visit me again? I look around at my comrades and hope for their sake it is not so.
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Blood Lust

Solera’s stomach turned, but it was not from the putrid odor wafting down from the shambling mound’s cave. She was sick from the horrific memories that going after the drow stirred in her.

When Solera’s tribe was hiding in the caves from the giants, it was the drow that told the gargantuan beasts where all the cave entrances were so the could collapse them. She blamed the drow as much as the giants for her parent’s death and that of her tribe. She recalled the crushed bodies of her family under the rubble. The screams of children still echoed in her ears.

Going after the drow was not just revenge, it was about Solera’s seething hatred for the race. Solera was not one to lust for blood, but the thought of annihilating the dark-skinned fiends gave her a drive to kill she had not known she possessed.

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We are still in combat with the brykolaskas! They have a lot of damage resistance. We dispatch another one and it breaks up into a cloud of pieces. Hector’s deity heals the whole party! But then the brykolaskas swarm and almost kill Hector! We slowly dispatch the brykolaskas. They are tough foes. We find 4 ships that are intact enough to identify. One of them is the Devil’s Duchess! We find the secret compartment that has treasure. We think we might be able to get the four ships out and use them (after major repairs). We work for two weeks to get the ships out and repaired enough to sail them for additional repairs.

The next day Hector attempts to cure Rocque, Sharky and himself of the disease. And he succeeds!

Bottle of Air
Cure Serious Wounds
Cure Disease (x2)
Ivory statuette of two entwined succubi worth 500 gp
Bottle of fine spiced Sargavan rum (x3) worth 250 gp each
Small Leather Journal
10 Points of plunder
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A most interesting night
In all of Zivix's 16 years Zivix has never had a night like this. Usually, Zivix tinkers until his hands are numb and falls asleep on his desk, but tonight was different. Zivix blames the interesting company he keeps. At first Zivix was intrigued by the thought of another wizard and the strange monstrous party as friends are hard to come by in Ravnica. But the company has proven to be unpredictable, and while Zivix knows the Firemind loves chaotic inventions, Zivix himself likes his routine. Zivix has to get rid of the bodies, Zivix has never killed anyone before...what to do, what to do. Zivix was bested by the other wizard today, perhaps spending too much time in the lab has made his magic rusty, perhaps Zivix needs to broaden his horizons. Zivix believes there is more than meets the eye, belligerent Azorious, Gruul raids in the Boros territory...Zivix would reach out to his contacts, but Zivix knows not who he can trust. For now Zivix will trust Zivix and small cat only.
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