Arriving in the Rat’s Market, it doesn’t take the Mourner’s long to locate Shakan amongst the vendors lining the streets. Zorrhan send Blade to make contact with Shakan so that matters can be handled quietly and out of notice. Blade stealthily manuevers through the masses and silently stands next to Shakans blanket waiting for the little Goblin to take notice. After a moment Shakan catches a glimmer of the warforged’s metalic foot glimmering from under his cloak and his breath catches in his throat. Slowly he scans from the foot to Blades chroamed face and pauses, thinking to himself, “Should I run, or scream?” Shakan does neither and instead gulps hard and squeaks out a helpless plea, “Oh please don’t hurt me?!!” Blade retorts with a blank, “We have returned with that which we promised, let us attend to business in the shadows.” The crowd starts to get nervous as they too realize what has come upon them and steadily an empty circle forms around Blade. Shakan yells at the crowd to vacate his blanket that business is closed for the day. He thens darts behind a column to the rear of the market with Blade in tow.
Once in private Blade summarizes the events that led to the demize of the Red Jackals of Fallen. He tosses Shakan a bag containing the head of Gutter as he continues his story. Sakan opens the bag, shrieks and drops the head as he realizes the foul contents for what they are, and stares at Gutters head as it roles around the floor. When Blade finishes his story. He looks to Shakan and says,“as promised, I brought his ears, I just didn’t remove them from his head.” Shakan stares at Blade wondering if that was a warforged’s attempt at humor and cracks a grin before bursting into hysterics. Finally, those damn Jackyl’s were out of the way. Now he and the other merchants might be able to make a better profit and gain some peace in the market!
Hearing the hysterical laughter the rest of the Mourners approached to see what was happening. After a few moments of exchanged banter with Shakan and many thank you’s on Shakan’s part, Zorrhan asks Shakan what he know’s about the Red Jackyl’s in Gate of Gold. They give Shakan a melted brick of gold containing what was left of the thugs from Callestan. Shakan greedily snatches the gold before realizing the grisly contents and then pauses to reflect on its state. I know nothing off hand but if you meet me at this address (Hands the mourners a note scribbled on some parchment) in four hours, I can see what I can dig up.
While Shakan goes to uncover clues as to were the relic may now be and any details concerning the Red Jackyl’s of Gate of Gold, The Mourners decide to investigate the address Shakan gave them. Their investigation leads them to a tenement section of Malleon’s Gate and what appears to be the residence that Shakan keeps. Uncovering nothing of note, they wait for Shakan to return.
Later in the day Shakan returns and finds the Mourners awaiting him in the streets outside his home. The move inside were he tells them that a group known as the Blades hired the Red Jackyl’s to murder the Cannith agent in Malleon’s Gate two days ago and steal the relic. From their the Jacky’l were suppose to pass the relic off through a series of drops meant to confuse anyone hired to find it until it got to its destination, the buyer. Thing is, the Blades decided to make it even harder to track by systematically killing everyone who’s had any contact with the relic along its journey. That’s why you bumped into the tin cans outside in the streets of Fallen. Its also created another problem, they have already wiped out the Jackyl’s of Gate of Gold. The Jackyl’s caught on to what was happening and sold the relic to the Tyrants before the Blades arrived. The relic bounced from Gate of Gold to Callestan before being moved back to Gate of Gold. That’s as much as I could uncover in the time I had. The tyrants must have a safe house in Gate of Gold as well. If you head there and rattle some locals, I’m sure you’ll be able to uncover were it is.
The Mourners, as fast as their feet will carry them, leave for Gate of Gold. Determined to find the tyrants before the Blades can again move the relic and evade them, the Mourners scour the streets of Gate of Gold for information. Finally, Magnarr spots a local couple that he feels he can sway using the power of the Soveriegn Host. As they duck inside their home, Magnarr knocks on the door. The old gentleman answers and Magnarr sets to the task, swaying with religious doctrine and words of comfort. A few moments later, the group is on their way to what they believe to be the location of the Tyrants hideout.
As they approach Zorrhan notices the heavy smell of smoke and soot in the air. A couple blocks more and he realizes the glow of fire streching into the ceiling of the tower overhead. The flames of a building on fire lights up the darkness of the district and appear to be centered on the Mourner’s current destination. Hurrying ahead, the group arrives at the address that the locals gave them to find the building ablaze. Heavy flames and smoke pour from every corner of the building. Local neighbors flee from the flames as the building threatens to spread flames into their homes.
As the party stares at what can only be describe as another lost opportunity, a figure strolls out from the front door of the building, smoke and flames trailing behind it. A metallic figure soon emerges from the cloud, seemingly unscathed by the devastation of the fire. He peers slowly at the Mourners, before pacing a few more steps in a stalker like manner. You must be the ones who have cause me all of this trouble. While all others flee before the wrath of smoke and flame, you stand fixed to your purpose. I can only assume you have come seeking this. With the, the warforged holds up a leather satchel. You cannot have it I’m afraid, know that this is the hour of your reckoning and Piety will send you to your end. Your interference stops here. With that Piety tosses the leather satchel behind him, pulls his longsword in one smooth stroke, and draws a line across the concrete bridge. Your move!
The battle is fast and furious. Piety, obviously a Paladin, draws on his holy might to devastate the party with his convictions. The group learns more about just how zealotous the Blades truly are. Drawing on all there resources, and with Kaysa and Blade before forced out of combat after devastating wounds, the Mourners manage to force Piety to also retreat. Piety escapes, however, leaving the leather satchel behind.
With the relic recovered, the Mourners use the magical contact that Lady Eladrien gave them to send word to her that they were ready to meet. Meanwhile, they sought shelter in the sewers of Lower Dura. Several hours later, a messenger owl tracked the party down and delivered a scroll containing a message from Lady E instructing the party to head to the Broken Anvil Inn in Callestan. Once there they would receive further instructions on where to go.
The Mourners follow Lady E’s instruction and arrive a short while later in Callestan. It takes little effort to locate the Anvil, being the only Inn in Lower Sharn of the House of Hospitality makes it somewhat remarkable. Inside they were quickly greeted by Gilly Ghallandha, Inn Keeper and House Ghallanda Heir, who had word to keep the group out of site and well cared for. Secreted to a private booth, the Mourners were treated to all the finest the Anvil had to offer while they listened to the splendid music provided by the Three Forks Quartet. A few hours later, Gilly introduced a tall half-elven man to the party by the name of Tiberius d’Medani. Tiberius informed the group that he was under orders by Lady Eladrien and House Cannith to escort the group to a secret audience chamber to be debriefed on the recent mission. He urged caution and expediency in leaving the venue, but before he could get the Mourners out of the Anvil, trouble found them. Gilly returned quickly and rushed the party out a secret back exit into an alleyway aiding the group in escape before trouble could get out of hand.
Tiberius and his contingent of Cannith Magewrights escorted to Mourners to the secret audience hall his orders provided for. There Lady Eladrien met with the Mourners, recovering the relic, and congratulating the party for living up to her expectations. Lady Eladrien went on to reveal that the Mourner’s would be needed in the coming weeks for more harrowing adventures and shadier tasks. She informed Zorrhan that he would almost assuredly have earned himself an audience with Merrix and rewarded the Mourners further with an apartment in Rattlestone, Middle, Dura.