Calleus 'Squeaker''s page

The boy nearly collapses laughing, tears streaming down his face.

Then he scoots out of the room fast before Alys can do anything like hit him or shoot him. As the trio follows him, he scoots ahead to stay out of arms reach.

The boy leads the trio down to the Drunk Goose. It's a dive type tavern on the rough side of town.

Upon entering, the trio see a tavern full of rough types. There's one table in the corner though that has only one person sitting at it. It's so noticeable because the three tables next to it are all empty.

The person sitting at the table is a youngish looking elvavian with jet black hair and matching black feathered wings. Her eyes are bright violet, and her skin pale as snow. She wears jet black armor that is skin tight, obviously more psionic protection than material protection.

A pair of overly long revolvers hang from her hips, one black as night, the other a pale silvery white like pearl. Her boots are up on the table, and she's leaning back into the corner, her wings folded behind the chair. She's watching the trio of musicians, swinging both index fingers on her hands as she keeps time with the melody they play.

As she sees the trio enter, she grins, sharpened pointy teeth, eerily like those of the cannibals Connor ran into on the surface, shine forth in her mouth. She waves Alys and her group over, somehow keeping her wave in time with the melody.

The boy begins to sulk. "Squeaker, Squeaker, not Squishy." He then grins an evil grin. "Wear armor or not, with her, it wouldn't matter..."

The next morning, Alys and her companions are awakened by a loud nasally voice. "Yo! Boss, you back! Cool. I was told to tell you to head for the Drunk Goose when you're back. I wouldn't keep the lady waiting, you know how she gets when she's waiting, she starts singing trio's with those damn guns."

"Child, why do you assume that because I'm human, I'm younger than you." Calleus chuckles. "If I were as young as I looked, I'd not be a high priest, now would I?"

Calleus picks up almost as soon as Kalvant's sword touches it's sheath. "Erastil! Great Hunter! Your humble priest calls upon thee, send forth your power to sanctify this shrine! Lend us thy power that we may hunt out the wicked and root it out tooth and nail!" As he speaks, he pours from a silver flask, and sparkling water hits the shrine. A bright white light appears, and expands out with sound of dozens of arrows being launched into flight. The white light expands out until it washes over the Perdition's Point group. As it washes over them, there is the sound of angry hissing and black smoke begins to rise from the party, and the sound of mad gibbers can barely be heard under the sound of the hissing.

The younger of the three, a boy who looks like he's barely into his late teens, nods. He wears a High Priest's robe for Erastil's church. "Indeed, we are not quite sure how to cleanse it from you, assuming you are only tainted. But we will attempt to use a Sanctify spell, holy water, and Atonement spells for all." The boy nods at the guards. "You will not interfere with these castings, or we will be forced to harm you."

Behind the young priest, the accolytes are unpacking portable shrines from the wagons, preparing to set them up for the Sanctification. The shrines are placed 15 ft on either side of the Perdition's Point expedition.

The boy growls at Sammark. "Squeaker you shtocking moron, not mouse!" But before anyone can respond, he turns on his heals and leaves, slamming the door behind him. "I hope you all get a magic wand shoved up your shtocking..." The slamming door cuts off the last word.

The office echo's the slam for several seconds.

Mintakia Guild

Squeaker growls at the older man, then spits on the floor near his feet again. Finally, swallowing his anger, he moves to the door of the office and looks at Sam and Alys. "Anything else you want before I go?" He growls as politely as he can, obviously no longer interested in talking.

"Hmmph, well they don't count if you don't get paid for 'em. I got one so far." He beams. "Price on 'is 'ead. Just the 'ead." He grins infectiously.

"Bah, there's always idiots what do stuff outside the guild. And some guild what disobey the Resolute Lady. But nobody who's admitting to anything." He says, looking thoughtful. "But this is weird, honestly. The people I asked agreed there'd been a real uptick in magic items recently, but they couldn't figure it out either. It's not like someone started smuggling or something, it's like a whole new smuggling guild started up. Like, if there was one magic item per month smuggled in, now there's like, twenty or thirty a month being smuggled in. But nobody's seen much being smuggled in, just the normal stuff."

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

The boy looks up at Selvan, and then spits at the elvavian's feet. "Shtock you, pointy ears. Thieves guild recruits young, like at 8. I was stealing stock when you were still trying to figure out how to get it out of your pants and into your sister." He stands up, all smiles gone, and his hand swirls with dark energy. "So shtock off or I'll make sure you don't get your sister preggers next time you meet!"

Mintakia Guild

As the three stand up to go try to figure out what to do next, there's a knock at the door.

When the door is opened, a teenage humavian with blue-black wings and blonde hair is revealed. Alys's little 'Hello and welcome to the Assassin's Guild Community Outreach program' greeting makes the boy's jaw drop, and then he puts his hand on his face. "You know that's an inside joke right? And we're not supposed to tell anyone we're part of the guild? Right? I mean, it's like, dangerous to tell people you're part of the guild, right?" He asks, after pushing his way in and closing the door. He looks at the three older people, and sighs. "Wow, I really ticked Lady Mortician off if she put me here." He sighs. "Have any of you even killed anyone for hire, or are you just murderers?"

Once responses have been given, or ignored

"Ok, anyway, I'm 'Squeaker' until I earn a better name killing someone. You can call me Calleus in public, but it's not real. Lady Mortician said I was to be your assistant for now, and give you any information I could about the local smuggling and such. I used to be part of the Thieve's Guild, but I was too bloody minded for them, so they kicked me out." He puffs up with pride. "But I still have a few friends, and I know a good bit about them. So, we're looking for magic stuff right? Well, the Resolute Lady, she's the Theive's Guild High Boss, she don't allow no magic item trucking, so this is all independents. Now, I asked around, but my friends were all confused too. They said there was way too many magic items around, but they couldn't find out about anyone smuggling. There are smugglers who smuggle magic of course, but most of them would stop when a warning went out from the Thieves Guild, but there's been nothing and 3 warnings sent out." He shrugs. "That's all I know so far, if you guys can come up with some stuff for me to ask around about, I can. Or I can go ask around in the Guild if it's higher than what my contacts could know."