Once we moved to a decent inn, we elected to keep looking for information. I found out that the Oracle of Mavros, supposedly a man, but was always seen in full plate with an intricate storm pattern motif, carrying a sword wreathed in lightning, a spear wreathed in lightning, and riding a storm-colored warhorse. Staying in the temple district, naturally. And the people who’d seen him at the arenas said that those who were hit by him seemed to be hit by lightning. Mostly he seemed to stay put at the temple of Mavros, though he hit the main arena once a week.
Ceor seems to be debating going to at least see one of his bouts, though he has no intention of actually competing. Though judging by what we’ve heard about his fighting prowess, Ceor is pretty sure it’s not Sianna… or if it is, she’s gotten the hell of a lot better at melee combat. Which is a shame, really…
It’s a little harder to pin her down… no one’s seen much of her in our old neighborhood, but I suppose that’s to be expected. We did run into the groundskeeper at the orphanage where Ceor and I grew up, who seemed thrilled to see us. Particularly so, in Ceor’s case. He did, however, make a comment that he always knew a clever lad like me would always make a name for himself.
I suspect he’s gone slightly senile, though he was admittedly one of the better ones.
Upon consideration, it’s more likely that Sianna would be more in the mortuary district… it suits her tastes. She was always the sadistic sort, who enjoyed poking things with scalpels.
I always hated that place.
Ceor managed to run into another orphanage graduate, who’d gotten a job as a mortician. He said he’d seen her in the last month or so, buying cadavers. That’s comforting. He doesn’t know what she wanted them for, and doesn’t want to know. I can’t really blame him. She didn’t seem to have been very picky, so that could be promising. We went to talk to the hauler that had helped her. After a sufficient bribe, he remembered that he’d taken her order to the low end of the Narrows, where all the buildings were falling down and abandoned, by the big Fountain. He wasn’t the prying sort, but said she’d ordered a couple score of corpses, and had a retinue of people in hooded black cloaks and a couple of big guys in black armor.
Fabulous. We probably ought to look to that.
Though it won’t hurt to get some more info and lay some plans before throwing ourselves headlong into gods know what… again…
That area’s a warren of abandoned houses, you could stuff almost anything anywhere, and there’s almost certainly an entrance to the catacombs in the area. This’ll be fun…
We elected to send Miaako in first, as per usual. For once, we showed some sense, and I set the group up with a Message whisper so we could keep in contact. When he reached the fountain area, he found three people in black armor, with someone in a black robe chanting or mumbling. When he got closer, there were more… pretty much at every road leading into the fountain area. Lovely. Also at least one archer on what passed for a balcony, assuming it didn’t cave in.
He promptly stabbed the archer in the back, which will make our lives that much easier. And then the idiot went and blew his signal whistle, so that took care of the stealth advantage we had.
Miaako’s whistle hadn’t stopped the chanting, but we arrived pretty quickly, and Ceor put a stop to one of the chanters, at least. Permanently. And then people were on fire because I’m here and somewhat irritated and why wouldn’t they be on fire? I had no idea where Miaako got off to.
Reeshka then put Airwalk on herself and me, which means this should get entertaining. As I do not care to be where people with violent objects can use said objects on me, I took the opportunity to get some height. I spotted another archer on a roof that had been pegging Ceor, and pegged him with a couple of Scorching Rays and set the roof he was on on fire.
I expect he’s questioning his life choices at this point.
He tried shooting me back to no avail, and three of the thugs in the square braced up, assuming that Ceor was coming for them next. It’s not a bad assumption, but Ceor’s hung around me long enough to know to wheel around and go for one of the casters first. I spotted another one coming in my direction, so I took care of her. That was about the same time another let loose a bone-jarring scream. That was unpleasant.
I dropped a fireball on more, and they promptly threw themselves into the fountain. By this point, some were buggering off, but some hadn’t gotten the memo yet that fighting us was not a good survival strategy. A few more tried to brace for Ceor’s inevitable charge… which bypassed them entirely in favor of a group on the other side of the plaza. I gave them something else to think about. Fireballs are rather good at that. Reeshka had picked one to take alive, and found an inventive way of keeping him in place; she just cast Aboleth’s Lung on him while he was in the fountain.
There was another group that had been chasing Ceor around, and I finally put them out of their misery. He ended up chasing some more into a ruined temple, while I started picking off the remaining idiots outside. Once the dust had settled, we had one live captive trapped in the fountain and a bunch of dead cultists lying around. That was easy.
I expect something to try to eat our faces shortly.