Mathanaya 20 Year 888 (New Imperial Calendar)

Martialla and I had the initial thought to head back to Gibson and pick up Tudos, but we realized that we might as well start our research on this whole bringing people back from the dead thing now.  First we stopped by the home of the friendly chirurgeon and his charming wife to make an appointment for a consultation later on.  Then we headed down to the marketplace and did a quick scan for our friend the totally legitimate businessman.  We didn’t see him so we made a few obvious (to anyone watching not to the victims of course) lifts and were shortly thereafter approached by one of his legitimate businessman coworkers – this fellow was older (too old to be on lookout duty if you ask me) and seemed smaller even though he was taller than the first guy.  He had an odd way of standing where he wasn’t quite square with whomever he was facing.

“I was told to keep an eye out for you, if you ladies are going to be working we need to reach an agreement.”

“We won’t be working, just some personal business.  If you want to give us a better way to initiate these chats we’d be happy to play nice.  The only reason I didn’t ask the first time was because I didn’t think that we’d be staying in town.”

The side-stander told us to be at a fencing master’s practice facility in an hour.  Martialla and I took the opportunity to have ourselves a nice brunch of hazelnut liquor with vodka and cold expresso plus cinnamon sugar pastries before heading to the Channa Whalley Fencing Academy – which clearly had not been used has such in a good long while.  Loitering outside was a young woman in an extremely rich sleeveless red dress with black backing – it was a little low cut for my liking but it was exquisitely well made.  Nevertheless I could tell that underneath all that was our friend with short spikey white hair – he’s got good cheekbones for impersonating a woman but I never forget a face.  Actually I forget them all the time because they’re ugly but you know what I mean. 

“Great disguise, it this for a job or some kind of hazing?”

He popped out a fan and fluttered it in front of his face, speaking in a voice that was clearly a man trying to sound like a woman “Why whatever can you mean?”

“Ugh, high marks for the visual, total failure on the verbal.”

He returned to his normal speaking voice, which while not overly masculine was jarring still from that appearance “Voices are hard.”

I mimicked his voice flawlessly “For some maybe.”

“What do you want?  This corset is about to make me shit myself.”

“Yeah, they’ll do that.  Firstly I want to thank you for helping us with that other matter.  I got my money’s worth and I appreciate it.  You’re a man of your word clearly.  As to the matter at hand I’m looking for more information, of the esoteric kind.”

“More esoteric than dryads and unicorns?”

“Yes.”

After an amusing incident where a passerby tried to get fresh with our guide (if every many had to walk the streets as a woman for a day that would probably do the world a lot of good) we found ourselves in a back alley, which is a bit clichéd if you ask me.  If you’re going to be selling contraband at least make a more novel choice of location.  The seller was dressed more like a tavern girl than anything but her (too) many bracelets were real gold so she must know what she’s doing. 

“There are two priests in town that are probably powerful enough to do what you’re after.  Only one of them can be bought though.”

“How much?”

“Fifty thousand, plus ten more for expenses. At the minimum.”

“Sixty?  That’s quite the price tag.  What if I didn’t feel like paying?  Can this fellow be had?”

“No.”

“Because it’s not allowed or because it can’t be done?”

“Both.”

“Fair enough.  If you don’t mind me asking, how did this sort of thing become your area of expertise?”

“I was a novice when I was younger.  I didn’t work out exactly.”

I thanked her and we walked away with our crossdressing chaperon.  I asked him incidentally if he had ever heard of something called the seven strings or what it might be.  The only thought he had was that there’s a traveling musician that plays a rare seven stringed mandolin that’s reputed to be quite skilled – far too skilled to be wandering the roads playing music for coin.  Before our appointment with the good doctor we hit the market again to unload some hag loot.  The cauldron was apparently enchanted to fly, which could be somewhat useful but flying around in a big pot is just ridiculous.  I mean who ever heard of such a thing?  Whatever happened to a good old fashioned flying carpet?  The fellow we sold it to didn’t seem to think so though – he jumped in it immediately and flew off into the clouds. 

After a late lunch with the chirurgeon and his wife we delved into what he could tell us about the fragile art of waking the dead.  He knew of two ways, one of which really only brought back the body as the mindless living zombie.  The other was a little more promising, but it involved killing six people and stitching together a new body for the brain of the dead person.  Neither of which seemed like things I was panting to do.  It was a long discussion and afterwards we staid to play cards and have some wine with the couple.  It was well after dark by the time there was a lull in the action.  The chirurgeon’s wife smiled at us as he sat back in his chair with a confident expression.

“So, you guys swing?”

“I believe we’ll be leaving now.”

“Your loss.”

Moments later as Martialla and I were walking to our reasonably priced accommodations she seemed worried.

“Do they think we’re a couple?”

“That’s what you’re worried about?”

“I just don’t like the idea of people thinking that we’re together.  Don’t get me wrong, I could do worse, I know that – but I don’t like people making assumptions.”

“You’re an odd duck Martialla, an odd, odd duck.”

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Hair regrowth progress :  .0315%

Curses – Marksman’s Malady, Unnerve Beasts, Melancholy 

Funds: 57,021 gold

XP: 261,961

Inventory:  Wig of Alluring Charisma +4, Enchanted White Pathfinder’s Gear (effects as Iadaran Dress Uniform) Pocketed Scarf, Wrist Sheath, Animal Totem Tattoo (Lion), Ring of Protection +2, Assortment of Fake Signet Rings,  Bag of Concealment,  Belt of Giant Strength +4, Versatile Vest, Ring of Sustenance, Silver Chain set with Moonstones, Gold and Emerald Ring (2), Platinum and Silver Holy Symbol of Kralten, Black Marketers’ Bag, 852 Garnets, Campfire Bead, Expedition Pavilion, +1 Human Bane Endless Ammunition Light Crossbow, Deck of Curses (two cards used), Blue Dragoncloth Dress, severed hag head (2) Ring of Urban Grace,  gold necklace with jade pendant, Feather Token (tree) 2, white squirrel fur slippers, +1 Human Bane Dagger

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,  Helgan van Tankerstrum, Lightdancer, Bonder Greysmith, Pegwhistle Proudfoot, Lumbfoot Sheepskin, Lumber Consortium of Three Rivers, Hellerhad the Wizard, Forsaken Kin, Law Offices of Office of Glilcus and Stolo