Corbyn advances and stabs at Lamm, but the old man knocks aside the strike with the hand crossbow. Brim heals Paxs and Paxs stands, firing his wand at Lamm!
ROUND 4:
17 Slumper
16 Lamm
8 Corbyn
7 Brim
6 Paxs and Thrak
2 Jeb
"I'm coming for you, you oily bastard. I remember all those long cold nights, and I remember everything you did to my friends. You may remember Percival, but I assure you I'm not him any longer..."
Lamm snarls as Slumper pulls himself from the pool and advances. "So many little bastards to gut. Too bad the gator didn't chew on you longer, Percivel. Might have saved me the trouble." Lamm drops the crossbow and draws a well-made, if ill kept dagger from his belt. He dives at Corbyn, slashing at him as he does. The attack lands, but Corbyn feels the damage is much less than he expects. Lamm's strike is well-aimed, but feeble, doing only 1 point of damage. Age has humbled the old villain!
Paxs grits his teeth and flicks his wand at Lamm.
attack
damage
sneak attack
Brim joins Corbyn's efforts to finally take down Lamm.
Corbyn's attack causes Lamm to jerk to the side, barely missing the old man. Pax's acid hits home, though, burning a hole in the old man's side. Brim moves up and gets in position to attack, but cannot attack this round. Jeb , moves up as well, ready to move in to aid the assault.
Lamm looks pissed, but also worried. Clearly this is not a moment he foresaw when he woke up today!
ROUND 5:
17 Slumper
16 Lamm
8 Corbyn
7 Brim
6 Paxs and Thrak
2 Jeb
Slumper with all of the pain and fear of years of servitude strikes at Lamm with all of his might.
sword
shield
Slumper's attack hits Lamm hard, cutting him with his sword, but missing with the shield follow-up.
8/21 HP
Lamm gasps as Slumper's sword rakes across his shoulder, cutting a long but shallow wound. He spits, and blood flies into the water of the harbor. Lamm snarls and dives at Corbyn, his dagger out and slashing! His knife cuts Corbyn's cheek, dealing another 1 damage. Lamm looks at the faces, all assembled to kill him and spits again! "I'll see you all dead! D'you know who I am?!? I'm Gaedram F@cking Lamm, ye sorry sacks of sh!t! I've fed more punks to the sharks than all o' ye combined!" He laughs a dark laugh and leaps into the water!
attack of opportunity
damage
sneak attack
normal attack
damage
sneak attack
attack of opportunity
Brim pursue's Lamm into the water and attacks him again!
Paxs once again flips his wand at Lamm. "Feeding to the sharks sounds like a good idea, we might just do that to you! But then again we wouldn't want to make the poor animal get a belly ache."
Lamm leaps into the water, cackling wildly with the glee of having escaped his fate once more. Brim stabs at him, missing him, as Corbyn does the same with the same fate. Slumper, however, holds just a second longer and slashes out, catching the fiend across the lower back, where his armor raises as he leaps. Lamm cries out in pain and lands badly, bleeding into the water, facedown. He's clearly dying.
I will actually help him... by holding his head under the water.
Slumper nods his approval at Corbyn. "Finish it"
Paxs hesitates, but then nods his agreement.
Corbyn leaps into the water, holding the old man's head down under the water. It takes a few moments, but the bubbles stop and the old man's corpse gives one last spasm.
Gaedram Lamm is dead.
I will gather his things and try the door, using the keys if necessary.
The door has a lock, but it is currently unlocked. This foul-smelling room seems to be a combination bedroom and study. A wooden bed with a lumpy mattress stands against the east wall, while a round table heaped with dirty plates, bread crusts, stained goblets, fruit rinds, and cuttling cockroaches sits nearby. At the foot of the bed sits a large strongbox, a slighty rusted lock securing its lid. A sagging dresser filled with moth-eaten clothes well past their glory days is in one corner—what appears to be a wooden hatbox surrounded by a small cloud of flies sits atop this dresser.
Paxs indicates someone better versed at pilfering search while he reconnects with Thrak.
Slumper takes a few months gathering himself just staring quietly in the water at Lamm's body. After a while Corbyn busying himself brings Slumper back around. He goes into the room to help Corbyn search.
percp aid another
Perception
I move to the strongbox with keys in hand.
Brim also casts detect magic in the room. He starts to wonder if killing Lamm was the right thing to do. Silly thoughts. Of course it was!
The place is a pigsty. Roaches, rotten food, piles of unwashed clothing. It's obvious that Lamm never worried much about cleanliness.
Corbyn moves to the lockbox and tries three keys until he finds the right one. It opens with a click and reveals treasure indeed. Each one is wrapped in cloth and tied with twine. You cut the twine and reveal the following:
- A narrow teak cigar case inlaid with jade
- A 2 pound gold ingot bearing the Cheliax coat of arms
- A miniature gold crown
- A fist-sized scrimshaw kraken with garnets for eyes
- A silver ring bearing the inscription "For Emmah - the light of my nights."
- A very realistic and scandalous carving of two succubi entwined, made from ivory
- A masterwork shuriken
- An adamantine arrowhead
- An abalone shelled holy symbol of Shelyn
*- A tiny glass tube holding some sort of oil
*- An obsidian wand
*- A crystalline vial holding silver liquid
- And last, but certainly not least, a bejeweled broach with a broken clasp. The circular gold brooch depicts a pseudodragon and an imp coiled around each other in an almost yin-yang pattern. The pseudodragon’s eye is an amethyst, while the imp’s eye is an emerald. This brooch is clearly the most expensive item here, but something about it seems familiar.
From the hatbox on the dresser, the swarm of flies begins to buzz around the room, their rest disturbed by the snooping. They're harmless, but definitely annoying.
I will move to the hatbox, sweeping flies out of the way, and open it.
The hatbox's contents cause Corbyn to stare in open shock: Inside is the head of Zellara, the woman who told you about Lamm's whereabouts. She's clearly been dead for some time and garish makeup and perfume has been splashed on her dead face to give it some semblance of life. You shudder to think why Lamm would have done such a thing... At the bottom of the hatbox, next to the severed stump, is a Harrow deck, wrapped in a leather case and clearly an expensive set.
I am going to start laughing out loud, almost uncontrollably.
Paxs peeks over Corbyn's shoulder to see what he is laughing at and gets sicks in the corner of the room.
After composing himself, "But we just saw her today, was that a ghost?
He decides he may not want to know the answer and goes to investigate the chest.
(through his laughing and difficulty breathing) "I have been a merc for many crazy people but this is the first time I have worked for a ghost."
I need a brew, to sober me up
"It was not my intention to deceive you." Zelara appears in the small room where Lamm lived his foul life. "I did not lie to you. Lamm's thieves stole my Harrow deck, and when my son attempted to track it down, Lamm had him killed. I devoted my life to tracking him and when I confronted him here, he killed me. He cut off my head and kept it as some sort of sick memento and had my body fed to the alligator. I can only guess my connection with the Harrow deck allowed me to live on, in the deck itself. I am sorry that I did not tell you, but would you have accepted the information from a ghost?"
Finally catching my breath, "Yes."
"Good point, hopefully you can rest now."
To the group, "I do not know what this oil is but the wand is an arcane wand of magic missiles and the oil will put a nice silvery sheen on weapons it coats for a time."
Zelara looks somewhat pained. "Well, that seems to be the rub. I thought when Lamm was dead I could rest, but I sense...unease in the air. Something is happening. I cannot rest, not yet. But I may be able to be of use to you. Place the object you wish identified on my deck and I may be able to help you identify them."
From outside of the Fishery, you hear the sound of voices raised and shouting.
Paxs places the glass tube on the deck. "Guys do you hear that, lets grab this stuff, grab the deck so we can keep talking to Zelara and get out of here. I know he was a horrible person and what we did was sort of self defense, but I really do not want to explain why we were having to defend ourselves in his place."
"I agree. Let's go while we still can!"
"I agree it's time to leave, do we need to bring your head or just the deck? Don't worry I have no plans to throw this head to the sharks."
You gather the treasures, the Harrow deck and anything of value from Lamm's corpse and head back upstairs. The orphans are gone, along with several items from the Fishery. Outside, the docks are in an uproar. People are shouting, guards are standing nearby looking worried and in the distance, fires are burning. A trio of hippogriffs, ridden by the famed Korvosan Sable Company Marines, flies overhead, one of the birds dripping blood and feathers as it goes. Suddenly it gives a squawk and plummets from the sky, landing with a sickening and final thud on the paving stones nearby. Neither the rider nor bird move, and the other two Marines fly on, straight toward the castle.
A drunken man stumbles nearby, looking curiously at you as if shocked you're not drunk or shouting yourselves. "Ain'tcha heard? The King is dead! The Queen's taken over, the Chelish b!tch! Long live the Whore Queen!" He stumbles away, still shouting.
The streets are in chaos. Clearly the death of the King has unearthed some long buried hostility toward the nobility and royalty, which have been seen as neglecting certain portions of Korvosa for too long.
"That brooch...I know what that is! The brooch is a royal brooch, given to Queen Ileosa upon her marriage to the King, Eodred II. We can't sell it for risk of committing a crime. I believe there is a reward for returning this brooch. Should we return it to the Queen now or wait to see if it can grant us another advantage?"
"Do we know if she is happy or sad over her husbands death? If she is happy now is the time..."
As my debt is repaid, I am going to disappear into the crowd and make my way to Marta's home to let her know that Lamm is dead.
Stealth
Paxs rushes over to the marine to see if he is able to be saved.
Slumper is going to go with Paxs to check on the marine.
While the hippogriff twitches its last, the Marin is very much dead. However, before you can get close to him, a mob of people grab his body and hoist it over their heads, tearing chunks of clothing off it and shouting "Down with the Whore Queen!" A
"Well I see we have 2 options, return it or throw it in the ocean... I don't want to be caught with it. Maybe the Queen will be excited to get it back?" Slumper looks around "Anyone seen Corbyn?"