The party asserts its… influence… on the politics of Diamond Lake. (-GM)
20th day of Gozran, 4741 AR
So there were two corridors. One was this little hallway. The other looked more like a natural cavern of some sort. Well, we were looking for cultists, and cultists tend to hole up in nature, so cavern it was. The passage opened up into this cave dotted with several stalagmites- yes, I know the difference between stalagmites and stalactites, I grew up underground. To one side was this sturdy locked marble door. The other side held a passageway to another cavern, and some grimlocks.
I would feel pity for the grimlocks if they weren’t so hairy and disgusting. We finished one off, but the other ran away. I used my OP tracking skills, and we were in pursuit. We eventually came to this other cavern, with another grimlock wearing a wolf pelt and some panthers. The panthers were easy to finish off, but the wolf pelt guy cast some damage spells.
After that fight, we were rather wounded, so we decided to go back home. After all, we had discovered enough. Dourstone (the owner of the mine) couldn’t exactly say he didn’t know about the caverns full of weird grimlock cultists right next to the shaft he was blocking off. But before we could make accusations, we needed all the mine owners in one place, and to do this, Hans had a plan.
After some negotiating, we convinced Balabar Smenk to host a party with the mine owners. And, like most parties, there wasn’t much to do except socialize and play dragonchess. So, I socialized, Sunaki played dragonchess, and I wasn’t keeping track of what the others were doing. Some ways into the party, Hans motioned for us to go into the bathroom, where Gansworth, one of the mine owners, had just entered.
There was another person using the stalls, so we couldn’t do anything too drastic. Instead of going in and sniping him like we were planning, we just poured oil on the floor and set it on fire.
“What is the meaning of this?!” said Gansworth as he saw the oil flowing into his stall.
“Sorry, I’m a bit inebriated!” said Hans. “I can’t aim at all with all this alcohol in my system!” I suspect Gansworth took some serious damage from that oil fire, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation he got when he ran out of the bathroom– in his pantaloons.
“I demand to know who was in that bathroom when the fire started!” yelled Gansworth, but everyone was too busy laughing at him.
“Gansworth?” said Hans. “More like Pantsworth!” That was the nail in the coffin for Gansworth in terms of popularity. Just as the laughing died down, Dourstone staggered from his table.
“I’ve been… poisoned!” were his last words before he fell on the floor, his face a sickly shade of green.
“Well, it couldn’t have been from my food,” said Smenk, “all of you have been eating the same thing!”
“It must have been an assassin!” cried one of the partygoers.
Or anyone with a decent Sleight of Hand check. I thought to myself.
After the party, Smenk came to Dourstone in secret, probably blackmailing him with the antidote. Dourstone left Diamond Lake shortly after, and let Smenk have his mines. Since Gansworth had to tie in with us (we were his only friends now), Balabar Smenk became the most powerful person in town. The party was a success. Now we could explore the caverns whenever we wanted, without having to use Stealth in the mines. Worm cults, say your prayers, because your time is running out.
Ensorcella, human sorcerer (vortex dragon blood) 3
Hans Grüber, elven magus 4
Noway Amagonadai, oread ranger 4
Sunaki, human cleric of Desna 4