Beiinors Campaign/Session 11

## [ Session 11 — 06/18/2023 ]

**Transcription Notes from Paavo’s Recording Library, RecallBox #1.01.0089**

**(The visitor from before appears to have returned to get more information about the post-Qendra activities.)**

*Oh, sure, I can tell you where we went first, but can you indulge me in hearing the events of the last few days we spent there? I promise there’s a lot of important foundation for the big stuff coming later. There’s also something ridiculous you may find funny, even if I don’t.*

**(An annoyed sigh, as though they don’t seem to have a choice. It can only be assumed this was followed by a “proceed” motion.)**

*Don’t be such a stick in the mud, this will be worth your time. I think. Suffice to say, we had a lot piling up on our plates once we got back from the Marble Wolves’ hideout: we were still working on that trafficking case, the Silksmith kid needed to go to Coby and get married, not to mention that Fey rift—*

**(A loud explosion can be heard outside.)**

*…Oh, that? That’s probably someone in the temple working on one of their famous late-night projects, business as usual around here… So, the Fey rift. Nasty business, that one. The day CharlesGorth and I met with Pernan I left the Flail of Chaos and the Spin Cycle prototype with him so he could work his magic. While I was waiting for that to be finished, we got news from Sempso about a conference. You know, the kind you can’t say no to without being put on some aristocrat’s shitlist. They wanted us to discuss what we found, and everyone went, even the people who weren’t at the hideout.*

**(The first intelligible sentence from the visitor is heard now: “Even the wannabe gangsters?” This is followed by a sharp laugh.)**

*I didn’t see why not at the time. Kithri, the halfling, was still dead to the world, so Bolt and Ozy were the only ones unfamiliar with the base that went. They didn’t seem that enthused about going, I think Bolt was more preoccupied with getting some side work from Turk, and Ozy was looking to join him. It went smoothly… mostly. There were four officials present. First was Gerden Greenthumb, the mayor of Qendra, who I assume set up the conference. There were two druids from the City of Feyt, the Archdruid Ramses, who was gigantic and wild-looking, and his protégé, Artenia, who was pink-haired and as equally tiny –*

**(A scoff can be heard. “Your first impressions of people are unrefined and surface-level, Pete.” It looks like this visitor has crossed the room to where the Box sits. Perhaps because of the explosion?)**

*…Tell me you wouldn’t think the same thing seeing a half-orc and gnome sitting next to each other. Anyway, the last official was the Crown Prince of Farithlin, Sterling Sterling IV. Yes, that’s really his name. Trust me, I’m not going to make fun of the guy when he’s flanked by a squad of guards. He seemed to be a follower of Adrian, and he took a lot of notes and seemed invested in solving the problem, so I wasn’t too hung up on royal naming culture.*

**(“You’re getting sidetracked. What did you discuss?”)**

*Ok, settle down. We talked about the sea hag and the redcap we fought on the way over, what the area around the rift looked like, the hideout’s inhabitants, and the stolen marble. We didn’t mention the clock, though. The druids knew their stuff, apparently: they told us the rift was most likely caused by someone in the Winter Court of the Fey wilds, and basically confirmed it once we brought up the Patient Queen. That explained why everything around there was so damned cold.*

**(“Says the guy who’s wearing shorts and it’s fucking freezing outside right now.”)**

*It was a common thing in Hypox, honestly! Whatever, just keep listening. The Patient Queen, being a powerful Arch fey, kind of just does whatever she wants, but she supposedly hasn’t been very active in her shenanigans for centuries. Makes you wonder why she would be here, of all places.*

**(“For shits and giggles, obviously. The Fey love doing whatever they find fun.”)**

*Yes, and that’s what was so odd about her being involved with the Marble Wolves. Those dark elves that burst into light and that white wolf were both related to the Fey wilds, so why were they working with Margot? Maybe there was some kind of contract involved? There was also a moment when Artenia snuck a glance at something Getheron was wearing, maybe she thought it was also related somehow.*

**(“Wild speculation gets you nowhere, remember that. What else went on in that few days?”)**

*Well, Katamira started messing around with the sending stone we recovered, and even got a response, so that was a step forward on the trafficking case. The mystery party mentioned something about not lasting another cycle, whatever that meant. Our wizard friends got themselves a couple of familiars, which was fun. Artenia gave me a way to get in touch with the council once that meeting ended, and… oh, yes. Ozy had to get himself into more trouble with a few people.*

**(“I’m listening.”)**

*First, he annoyed the prince by making inappropriate jokes. I don’t know, it seemed relatively tame if a bit off-putting, and Ramses got a chuckle out of it, but come on, man: wrong place wrong time, you know? Later, he had to meet up with his Dragon Turtles contact – I think his name was Gimmy – to set up his big poker game with Gio. Katamira got a kick out of retelling this one.*

**(“How do you miss all the interesting things that happen? Are you some kind of fun-repelling magnet?”)**

*Quiet, you. I had no money at this point, regardless, it was all tied up at Pernan’s shop. So Ozy meets with Gimmy, and Gio gives him the go-ahead for the game. Five hundred gold doesn’t seem like a lot now, but it was high stakes then. Maybe Ozy got cold feet, or maybe he was dissatisfied with the date, but when Gio turned down the invitation to the… party, or whatever Ozy was setting up, he went up to the stage and started making fun of the gang as a “joke”. If he wanted to get out of the game, it worked like a charm, because the guards at the Carlsino accosted him and threw him out. Katamira and Bolt were there but didn’t step in, and it’s good they didn’t, because…*

**(Paavo whispers the next part to the visitor, apparently not wanting to say it out loud. His hopes were immediately dashed however, as the visitor, incredulous, exclaims: “Oh god, he shits himself?! On purpose?! What, in however many hells exist, is that supposed to accomplish?!”)**

*Shh! Not so loud! …You want me to try to explain what’s going on in that man’s head? No chance. It was apparently his birthday, so why, on your birthday, you’d provoke a literal gang on their home turf and get forcefully ejected from their property, let alone ruin your own clothing as some kind of protest, is completely beyond me. Frankly, I’m shocked they didn’t beat him to a pulp. The others got him away from there and over to the water so he could clean up a bit, but he’s going to be known in that place as “Shitboy” for generations.*

**(A moment of silence passes, perhaps to process this scenario. “That still doesn’t cover the party you keep mentioning. What happened with that?”)**

*Right, the party. Ozy was hoping to use it as… a networking event, or maybe it was advertising for that “Gorth Boi Clique” thing he kept going on about. Before that, though, we needed to get a bit of money saved up for our travels, so we took a job listing from the Tamer’s Guild, something about clearing out a cave with strange noises and the apparent presence of the undead. Come to think of it, I don’t remember if we went to that party or completely skipped out on it…*

**(“So… you don’t remember? You have a crystal-clear memory of the Shitboy story, which you know secondhand, and you can’t remember the party firsthand? What a letdown, I really thought you were going somewhere.”)**

*Give me a break, I can’t give you everything at once! Let’s grab a bite to eat first, I’m sure it’ll come back to me. Now, when exactly did we set off to the cave…?*

**(The box cuts off.)**