The Eyes of The Lich Queen




Triumph in Trumpets

I awoke from a dream, sweat beaded on my forehead, and a shiver ran down my spine. I could only remember slivers from the dream. A tree, a path, a dark shape, and a sense that there were other people present. Although it was only a dream, the feeling that I escaped danger was all so real.

Dreams like these occurred as far back as I can remember. Once while I was in the market a gypsy woman told me that I had a knack for the sixth sight. This led me to further develop my arcane skills in prophecy, prediction, and the divine. I am self taught in the arcane, having only a small understanding of cantrips and simple spells, but one day I intend to use my abilities to see all.

Although I am only a novice in the arts of soothsaying, with dreams and simple spells, I do have a keen eye for details and a silver tongue. These two skills make it exceptionally easy to call myself a “prophetic investigator”. After-all, if you are trying to solve the puzzle “who ate the cake”, it will probably be the fat man. Prediction or not, only the wise will know, and most people are not that wise.

Although I have an office as an investigator, it is not my primary job. My true source of income comes from a darker source. I am also in the business of liberation of magical goods. I work for a loose network of individuals who deal in such matters, and I have just been given my first job as my own boss. Previously, I had been an understudy of a very successful heist master, but I earned my cloak, and a job.

This should be a simple job, given that I have been given funds, a lead, and a contact list. All I have left to do is hire some muscle, a thief, and the Trumpet of the Void should be mine. Using my leads, I have determined that the trumpet should be coming in through a shipment of goods to a wealthy business man and aristocrat here in the city.

I put word in for a thief with the local bar keep, who knew of such people. I was given the name of a lean human who was agreeable to the job. Next I was to find some muscle. Together the rogue and I encountered a man who looked in need of some help to deescalate a rather volatile situation involving a game for money. I talked his way out of trouble and he was also agreeable to our cause.

Next we made our way to the library to do some research on the trumpet. Gathering some other information, we learned of a party that would be going on where the trumpet would be delivered. We also encountered a very awkward man, always talking about dreams, he seemed very familiar to me, but I do not know how.

We eventually made our way to the party. After standing around in the courtyard, looking quite out of place, the muscle and I made our way into the party through the front door. The rogue went around the side to look for another way in. They let us in… After casing the rooms, we had no luck finding the trumpet.

Suddenly, our muscle developed a rage in his eyes. With a blood-lust he attacked the host of the party. I took this opportunity to check out the upper floor. No luck again…

The dream man disarmed the muscle. I returned to the action playing as a victim. We all sat together at the dinner table in which the awkward dream man was the hero of the evening.

We later made our way down through the kitchen into the cellars. We found the shipment of goods and located our crate which was supposed to hold the trumpet. A delicious looking hobgoblin appeared. Seemingly, she was looking for a item to liberate from the shipment as well. After a short discussion, we came to the terms that we were to remain on separate paths and go our own way.

After watching that sweet goodness leave, I wasn’t even a little bit mad that she set the alarms off on her way out. We grabbed the trumpet and ran for a closet. Later we escaped our hiding spot and a nice sneak through the mansion.

We got the goods to the fencer. However we were approached by a courier who said they had a message for us. We were to meet a man at Kern’ Rest and Revlery. Considering the message held the complete details of our activities that evening, we had very little motivation not to see what this was about.

Hopefully I will see that hobgoblin again…



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