I had intended on hiring some likely lads to follow Piltis on his rendezvous with his half-orc contact today but being short of funds I have to scrap that plan. My disguise kit is exhausted so I had to rely solely on magical disguise, which I don’t like to do but there was nothing for it. I staked out Piltis’ ramshackle headquarters and watched the sweaty, bloated boar of a man head out with his trusted lieutenants and a few random goons. I saw a gnome with them who I assume to be Longshanks, there’s not that many gnomes about Graltontown – which put me at ease, I was most worried about his hiding amongst the candleboys.
About an hour after they left I went down the alley but found that door locked – and teasing locks is one skill I never picked up. Not being excited about the possibility of scaling I wall I decided to the direct approach and went through the front door. The front room had little besides a desk and a makeshift bed – and an angry guardhound. A wolverine from my Bag of Tricks made short, bloody work of the poor fellow.
I had a vague idea of the layout from past visits and made my way to the workroom which had the stairs up to Piltis’s office. Five orphans toiled away there making candles under the not watchful eye of a bored goon – a bald man whose eyes, nose and mouth were so small he almost seemed faceless. He was quite startled when Piltis’ enemy strolled right into his operation – he was even more surprised when a wolverine tore into his groin. The orphans froze in place, once the man was dead I told them they were free to go but as I suspected none of them moved – they hated Piltis but also feared him more than the Lord of the Thirteen Hells himself.
With a tip of my cap to the orphans I made my way up to Piltis office – which was dominated by his cruel pit and its inhabitant, his prized orcish wolf-dog. If I still had a crossbow I would have shot the ugly beast, but alas. Piltis’ office was mostly filled with junk but I did find an exquisite darkwood box filled with Shiver and Pesh. Interesting, I hadn’t heard about Piltis selling drugs, I wonder if he’s an addict himself.
Beyond the door behind his desk was his living quarters – which were ironically worse than a pigsty. Bedbugs? Check. Roaches? Check. Overflowing chamberpot? Check. Rotting food. Check. Cloud of flies? Check. Severed woman’s head in a box? Check. I don’t even want to know what that last one was about.
I took the rusty lockbox and took my leave as fast as possible. On the way out one of the orphans, I think the same one I talked to before on the street, confronted me with some kind of candle-making stick but a snarling wolverine backed him off. I told him and his fellow orphans that they should start making plans for their new life once Piltis was dead – it wouldn’t be long now.
My plan was to stash the lockbox and then resume my vigil at the candleworks but it hadn’t been three minutes since I left before I started itching like crazy. I stashed the box and then immediately sought out the security conscious dark alchemist to see if she was interested in the drugs – unsurprisingly she was. She bought the box as well. As a favor she hit me with some kind of vermin repellent and I went straight to 100 Waves to spend several hours cleansing myself. The owner, a one-eye dwarf, was acting very oddly. He didn’t seem to remember me.
I was on my way back to Piltis’ when I bumped into my old friend Kell. Even though I was in the middle of something I always have time for a dear friend. She said that she had a great investment opportunity. I told her this was great since I had just come into some money. She was going to sponsor a gladiator in an upcoming event in Heathgrove and was willing to cut me in for half. What a great friend she is. After I gave her the five hundred gold I asked her if she knew anyone who could pick a lock and she was nice enough to offer to do so her very own self. What a pal.
I retrieved the lockbox and we went to her shop/home. It took some doing, but over a bottle of wine she was able to pick the lock on the rusty lockbox. Piltis nest egg was quite a treasure trove – in addition to a small pile of gold, there was a jade and teak cigar case, a silver ring, a highly realistic and scandalous ivory carving of entwined succubi, two finely crafted daggers, a couple potions and a wand, Kell’s eyes went wide at the bonanza. She asked me for half since she had opened the lock, but that was the beyond the pale even for a good friend. I gave her one of the daggers and the wand for her help. She offered to help me fence the goods but I declined, friendship or not I didn’t like the gleam in her eye. It’s best not to tempt people lest friendships be broken.
I sold all the goods except the potions, a dagger which I kept for myself, the ivory figurine which I couldn’t seem to part with, and the silver ring which had an inscription “To Rose, the light of my life”. Making the rounds to the few jewelers in town I found the one who had made the ring who checked the records to find whom it was made for. When I went to visit Edlund, a plain looking somber fellow in a wide-brimmed hat, to return the ring he broke down in tears. Rose was his wife and one night several months ago she didn’t come home. He assumed something awful had befallen her but could find no sign.
I told him that something awful had befallen her – and that something was named Piltis Swine. He left the room and came back with a pair of daggers – intending to go out and kill Piltis right that minute. I knew this type of fellow. Lacking the motivation to learn a profitable trade, spent a lifetime at hard unskilled labor, and isn’t afraid of a little violence. This Rose was probably the only good thing that had ever happened in his life. I convinced him that Piltis was a dangerous man and the time wasn’t right yet, but that he would be there with his blades when it was time.
After that I returned to the candleworks – just in time to see Piltis and his lackeys, under the cover of night bringing a cave giant into the city! A small specimen for a cave giant, it was muzzled and chained, but still the very sight of such a thing sent a chill down my spine. Calling this a step-up from dog-fighting was a massive understatement. Despite this chilling event I did smile when I heard Piltis bellowing about his stolen treasures from all the way across the street.
Funds: 1280 gold, 5 silver
Inventory: Signet ring, Ring of Many Garments, noble’s traveling outfit, thieves’ tools, land deed, Bag of Tricks (rust), gold ring, Cap of Disguise, Secure Pocket, candlerod (9), oil of taggit, masterwork dagger, succubi carving, Potion of Jump, Potion of Mage Armor, Potion of Hide from Animals
Revenge List: Duke Eaglevane, Piltis Swine, Rince Electrum,
White-Muzzle the worg, Percy Ringle the butler , Alice
Kinsey , “ Patch”, Heroes of the Lost Sword, Claire Conrad, Erist priest
of Strider, Riselda owner of the Sage Mirror, Eedraxis, Skin-Taker tribe, Kartak, Królewna
& Bonifacja Trading Company, Hurmont Family, Androni Titus, Greasy
dreadlocks woman, Lodestone Security
Anti-Revenge List: Dorehe the maid
Rumors : Exiled noblewoman (Reoccurring), vigilante “Litheria”(Reoccurring), murderous Halfling (70%)
Graltontown Unrest – 9
Behind the curtain : Ela failed her save and yet again has filth fever. She also failed her save against the wand of Charm Person. I need to find a way to get her better saving throws.