I tried to talk to Judge Poitoupett about Martialla but one of the judicial goons shooed me away as they were still “in session”. After the third time I asked for an audience they told me it would be sundown before they were done. I asked if I could make an appointment to speak with Poitoupett or one of the other judges and was brushed off. In order to keep my temper in check I decided to keep myself busy by figuring out which guard had taken my money. Turned to be pretty easy, these guards have remarkably loose tongues. The thief in question was Jey Rora, a dead-eyed fellow with lank hair and bushy eyebrows who nevertheless was an impressive physical specimen – seems like the kind of man who should be out in the field fighting Vielanders not wailing on helpless prisoners. Since I had a few hours to kill I went out into the city and in short order was able to track down where he lived. People really are too free with information – assume if someone is asking you anything they’re up to no good.
I went to his rented three-room fleapit (prison guarding doesn’t pay well) and took on his appearance before breezing in to startle his wife in the middle of whatever she was doing – there was a tub and a stick and a bunch of rags involved emitting a strong chemical smell. Making soap maybe? She was probably ten years older than Rora but with the deep worry lines on her face it looked more like twenty. She had a light-colored streak in her long brown hair which normally I don’t care for but it looked quite fetching in this case. She wiped her hands on her skirts with a look of concern.
“Jey! What are you doing home?”
With a sigh I sat down in what I assume is Rora’s favorite chair “I need a drink.” She scurried off and came back with a bottle Oldlaw whiskey – maybe prison guarding is more lucrative than I think. I took a long swig “I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that I got fired.”
“They found out I was having sex with the female prisoners, and a couple of the more feminine male ones if we’re being honest. I mean everyone does that, it’s no big deal really, but a couple of them got pregnant so it turned into a whole thing and someone had to be made an example of. It’s all political really.”
“Hey don’t worry baby, I only did mouth and butt stuff with them – I know the rules, it’s only cheating when you come in the front door. Says so in the holy books.”
Rora’s wife was so upset she couldn’t speak, just uttering weird little noises, sounded kind of like a small bellows.
“Anyway, the good news is that I found you a job. I’ve been keeping this whole operation afloat for a long time, financially speaking, while you just laze around the house getting fat and spending the money that I earn – it’s time for you to start pulling your weight around here. So I went down to the Alabaster Tiger – you know, the brothel – and they agreed to take you on. It took some doing because you’re a little long in the tooth to be getting into the sex work trade but I assured them that you had skills. Plus when I told them you were exclusively going to be doing butt stuff they were very interested, most girls aren’t into that. Just remember that the martial arches are just for me right? I mean I did the right thing when I was banging all those women, and a couple men, through the bars of the jail cells – I went backdoor exclusively out of respect for you – I demand that you’ll be doing the same. Plus you get seven gold for that, well the house does anyway, I’m not sure what your cut is. I know if you live there you only get three but since you have your own place I would expect you to get at least five. If they want to give you four don’t make a big fuss about it, you don’t want to seem like you’re not a team-player.”
After Rora’s wife stormed out to go live with her mother I searched the place while I finished off the bottle of whiskey. In addition to my own money I found three coins of a type I had never seen before – they were tiny diamonds in amber – I have to admit it was pretty neat looking. I wonder who he stole those from. The only other item of interest was a threatening note from the landlord by the name of Stutter. Seems old Rora had stopped paying his rent because of a dispute over something or other and it had progressed to the point where Stutter was threatening a visit from some unpleasant individuals. Conveniently it had an address on it where the money was supposed to be delivered.
It took some doing because it was kind of hidden away, but I found the nondescript building next to a farrier had a confusing sign that said something about real estate licensing with no name. When I knocked the door was opened slightly by a round puffy-faced fellow with unhealthy looking greyish skin. His voice was croaky and froggish.
“I need to talk to Stutter.”
He held out his large sweaty hand “Just give me the money.”
“I don’t have all of it, I need to talk to Stutter, work out a deal.”
A solid looking man with amber hair and missing a finger barged past Froggy and into the doorway “I don’t need deals, I need coin.”
“You know who I am Jey!”
“You know I work down at the jail right?”
“What of it?”
“I have a business opportunity, if you wipe out my debt I’ll tell you about it.”
Stutter shook his head “I need money Jey, and I need it now, you want to talk about a job after that, fine, but I don’t get paid in bullshit stories.”
I doubled him over with a solid kick to the groin and then smashed him over the head with the empty bottle of Oldlaw (is it still a whiskey bottle once it’s empty? Or is it just a bottle?) which cut him open something awful across the scalp, turning his long hair dark with blood. I threw the broken bottle at Froggy who squealed and ran away.
“That’s what you get for messing with Jey Rora! I’m not paying you a copper, I’m not afraid of you and your goons! I’m Jey Rora!”
I ran away and then resumed my own appearance before heading back to the judicial compound. I got there about an hour before they wrapped things up and saw four men sentenced to death. Makes you think. Afterwards I was able to talk to Poitoupett for a few minutes before he left but he basically said that it didn’t matter that I was innocent, Martialla still needed to be tried. I asked him if we could discuss it over dinner but he declined despite the fact that I was being winsome as fuck. Shortly after the judges left I was chased out of there as well and had to loiter across the street for several hours until Jey Rora came out. I lifted his keys as we passed on the street , took his appearance again, and then headed back into the compound. One of the other turnkeys chuckled at the sight.
“Forget something Jey?”
I went into the building with the cells and opened up the last one on the right to let Martialla out. As we walked out I tossed the keys into the cell of one of the four condemned men – I believe he had been caught taking a duck from a rich man’s pond. Martialla expressed her gratitude at her freedom.
“What took you so long? I was about to start trying to melt the bars.”
“Can you melt metal with molten metal?”
“I had a scheduling issue, you know how it is with the court system.”
On the way out the chuckling guard ran up to us.
“Whoa Jey what are you doing?!”
“I’m taking this one home for the night, the wife wants to get freaky, don’t worry, I’ll keep her chained up.”
“You can’t do that!”
“I’m Jey Rora! I can do anything I want!”
The jailers stood there stunned as we walked out. A few blocks away I returned to my normal appearance and Martialla took on that of a weather beaten half-elf with a fancy walking stick and an eye-patch.
“So anyway, as I was saying before we go interrupted I think we should head back to Alleene.”
Hair regrowth progress : .06%
Funds: 817 platinum, 54,829 gold
Inventory: Wig of Alluring Charisma +4, Enchanted White Pathfinder’s Gear (effects as Iadaran Dress Uniform) Animal Totem Tattoo (Lion), Belt of Giant Strength +4, Versatile Vest, Ring of Sustenance, Campfire Bead, Expedition Pavilion, +1 Human Bane Endless Ammunition Light Crossbow, Deck of Curses (two cards used), Ring of Urban Grace, Feather Token (tree), +1 Human Bane Dagger, Bewitching Gown, Grappling Scarf, Wyvern Skin Robe (Robe of Arcane Heritage), Holy Symbol of Adariel (Sanguine Protection) Ela’s Walking Stick (Rod of Ruin/Agile Alpenstock) Bag of Concealment, Bag of Holding, Black Marketers’ Bag, +2 Keen Short Sword (2), Belt of Incredible Dexterity +2, +1 Flaming Light Crossbow
Pocketed Scarf, wrist sheath, assortment of Fake Signet Rings, silver chain set with moonstones, gold and emerald ring (2), 852 garnets, severed hag head, gold necklace with jade pendant, white squirrel fur slippers, ivory combs, receipt, tax collector’s badge, Calastar (Superior Riding horse, Horseshoes of Speed, Endless Feedbag), Wine (expensive) 4 bottles, Gold bracelet with ivory inlays, silver necklace set with rubies, gold earrings with jade inlays, 5 gold trade bars , 3 diamond in amber coins
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, Jey Rora, Colonel Tarl Ciarán