Macendamandel 19, Year 887 (New Imperial Calendar)

After a late dinner and even later after dinner drinks last night Kellgale and I had ended up spending the night in the pavilion tent, which was surprisingly comfortable.  Returning to Hecuba’s brothel I saw standing outside the Hurk brothers looking like scalded dogs, quite incongruous seeing those obviously violent maniacs shuffling their feet and looking down at their feet like little kids. With them was a beefy older woman shouting her lungs out.  And she appeared to be looking for me.

I quickly gathered that this was mama Hurk and that she was none too pleased about her baby boys having made a deal to sell their immortal souls.  I decided a quick about-face was in order but she spotted me and sprinted down to accost me – I suppose her boys must have ratted me out.

Despite my meaningful looks my guards did nothing – I suppose they were reticent to get rough with someone’s mother.  I’m going to need to find some more despicable blackhearts for moments like this, of course the rub is that you can’t really trust despicable blackhearts.  It’s a conundrum.   

So I had to endure this gap-toothed, frizzy-haired matron pawing at me and shrieking louder than anything I have ever heard.  Honestly, my ears were ringing after a few seconds.  Eventually she paused to draw in breath like a bellows and I took my chance to answer without being shouted down – I told her that her boys were adults and they could make their own decisions. 

When she punched me it felt like getting hit in the face with an anvil.  I spilled to the ground like a marionette with the strings cut.  And still my hired guards, to whom I pay money to guard me, did nothing – standing there like statues with their mouths hanging open.  Mother Hurk continued to berate me and I went for my knife – she stomped on my hand viciously with an audible crunch.  She dragged me up by the hair and started bashing me back and forth across the face, each blow snapping my head from side to side – in the end it was her sons that stepped in and got her off me.  I was left moaning on the ground and finally my guards moved to protect me – thanks guys.

It was several hours and several bottles of cheap wine later that I finally regained my wits in the sitting room of some whore’s bedchamber.  My hand was definitely broken, as was my nose, and worst of all I had several deep gashes across my face.  I screamed myself hoarse, venting my anger at my supposed muscle, who did nothing while I was beaten to a pulp.  After, shaking like a leaf, I asked Kellgale if she had any more opium.  She did not but she was able to get me some heathensnuff in short order – the only good thing about Heathgrove, ready access to narcotics.

Once it had taken effect and the pain had been pushed down below the surface I told my worthless hirelings they needed to find me the best healer in town.  When they expressed doubt about the quality of healers in Heathgrove I reminded them, very calmly, that there was going to be a fighting tournament tomorrow and that this probably meant they were some healers in town and that they should find them. 

They scurried off and I told anyone who would listen in no uncertain terms that mother Hurk was going to pay for this – nothing that could happen to her would be bad enough to suit me.  After spending the day in a drug and alcohol and pain filled haze eventually my goons came back to try and redeem themselves.  No one in town was capable of casting the magic I needed to be healed without scars – BECAUSE OF COURSE NOT – but there was one fellow who had a scroll that could do the trick, a hunchback by the name of Mazzmus Parmalee who was in town offering his services to the gladiators.  Especially the female gladiators.  ESPECIALLY. 

His price was three thousand gold for this particular service and this was non-negotiable.  I told them to bring him to me.  When the short man with the crooked spine lurched into the brothel his first move was to talk at length about how his patients should come to him and he resented “house calls”.  What a charmer.   I told him what I needed and offered him half in cash and half in “trade”.  He laughed and after remarking that right now my “trade” wouldn’t be worth much he said he was only interested in women who were warriors – going on a long rant about the appeal of female strength.  It was all I could do not to spit at him. 

But he said that if I could get things done maybe we could make a deal – his son had been killed by a gladiator in this tournament – Achilla Thel – he wanted her dead.  And he wanted another fighter, Ardala, brought to him as a willing and enthusiastic participant.  That and fifteen hundred gold and I would have my face restored. 

The Hurk family matriarch was outside making a commotion again at this point and I made my way to the window to shout back at her – telling her in no uncertain terms that her boys were going to burn and scream in the fires of the Thirteen Hells for all eternity and that it was her fault because of her poor parenting. 

After this I was kindly asked by Hecuba to find different lodgings in the morning.  

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Funds: 1420 gold

XP: 18,344

Inventory: Peasant outfit, wooden box, Signet ring, Ring of Many Garments, thieves’ tools, land deed, Bag of Tricks (rust), gold ring, Cap of Disguise, Secure Pocket, candlerod (9), masterwork dagger, succubi carving, Disguise kit (8 uses), Domiel family ring, walking stick

Revenge List: Duke Eaglevane, Piltis Swine, Rince Electrum, watchman Gridley, 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, Kellgale Nickoslander, Beltian Kruin the Splithog Pauper, The King of Spiders, Auraluna Domiel, mother Hurk, Mazzmus Parmalee

Rumors : Exiled noblewoman (Reoccurring), vigilante “Litheria”(Reoccurring), murderous Halfling (Reoccurring)

Souls Damned to the Thirteen Hells – 8/10 (21 days remain)

Teams – Labors, Brute Squad (Robbers and two teams of Soldiers)

Buildings – Mill (repair time 3 days)

Managers – Master Smith (paid for next 3 days)

Behind the curtain: Ela made her save to avoid addiction to Heathensnuff

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