Two-fisted investigations!

A continuance, a new threat

The party, heading off to the golden crucible chaper house was met on the streets by none other than the betraying liutenant’s second in command, armed brutes in tow. He offered to escort the purloined goods and our heroes to the Thamarite mole, unaware that the deception had been revealed. The spell slinging elf took no chances, mystically transforming the second’s head into a fine vapor hole the remaining thugs were dispatched in short order.
Knowing that a subtler hand was needed, what with the infiltrators turning the Corvis watch against our miscreants. After delivering the corrupted necromekanical cortex to the golden crucible for safekeeping, the Captain suggested adding another hand to the roster.
A series of thuds greeted the elf spy, after gathering a subtle knife, she cracked the door to her tenement, only to find smiles as inviting as a case of the flux in our less than reputable heroes, she slammed the door with all the speed possible, only to hear a wetter thudding a beat later. Knowing that this could go on interminably, the infiltrator opened her dor once more, only to have an ogrun head presented to her. After demanding promises of riches, namely from an expensive bounty on the now headless ogrun which could only be collected if our heroe’s names were cleared a second elf joined up, gold on the horizon compelling one and all.
In an attempt to learn of the origins of this dastardly Thamarite plot, the group gained second story access to the Corvis watch tower where he was stationed. Unfortunately the assassin’s steps weren’t as light as they needed to be, town watchmen ascended stairs to investigate the unexpected noise from a document and evidence room, only to have his head caved in by the pommel of an elven blade. The spy showed her sorcereous heritage by commanding the very winds themselves to shred a second guardsman, both good men with families.
After rifling through the imposter’s personal effects, our sleuths divined a possible location, eager to gain their ‘good’ names back the party hastened to the.. Warehouse district!
Find the building in question, our shining examples broke and entered once again. Finding various alchemical items, and strange, painted corpses in a main room, the group stealthily opened a second door, into a second smaller room, finding the lieutenant scribbling over a series of missives, the group confronted him, only to be met by magic, threats, and monologuing.
Throwing all but the washbasin at the evil mastermind, our idols barely noticed the dead rising, preparing to ambush them with leaden arms. After a nearly deadly clash, the party found that the Thamarite had escaped in the confusion, so they gathered what evidence and coin they could, bringing it to the authorities. Explaining that all the evening’s chaos could be laid at a Thamarite infiltration, including the tragic deaths of two on duty officers, our investigators received a generous, if suspect pardon and reward. The rifleman announced that he felt he could do more good in the Corvis watch, so relievedly, he parted ways with the elves and the Ordic ‘captain’

An auspicious beginning?

A group of down on their luck, hardscrabble miscreants occupying a shady place between law and disorder are gathered together by creative veteran ordic ‘captain’ to earn a little coin and possibly do a little good in the process. While trying to get an investigative charter, the intrepid earners were hoodwinked into stealing a mysterious box with valuable contents.
Upon arriving at the scene of the future crime, our heroes were confronted by armed members of a paramilitary organization. While the Llaelese dandy tried to smooth things over with a pair of irate guardians, the Iosan snuck up to attempt some second story work, but was met with a wall of fire when she attempted to break a window! An alchemical workshop ablaze, the guards fled, the party rushed in and discovered a prone figure lying in a pool of blood as the building came down on their ears, but not before keen elven eyes spotted bones covered in what appeared to be necromantic markings, and the sharp detecting skills of the rifleman deduced that the dreadfully wounded alchemist had been struck down by none other than common dock thugs, a knife bearing gang markings buried in his back, even as a pistolero dedicated to Morrow urgently stanched the wound.
Following tracks, to the known hideout of the grubby thieves, a run down barge barely kept afloat,the party handily struck them down. Hearing the commotion, a hefty ogrun appeared to deal with our heroes, savagely smiting all who stood in his path while a vile necromancer raised the recently slain brutes into horrible undeath. The wily elf slipped around the tussle and blasted the necromancer and ogrun both, forcing the necromancer to join her charges in the afterlife with silent, secret magics. The monolithic ogrun refused to fall however, and after a drawn out battle, the party weaving around him in circles desperate for a chink in his armor, elven magic and human bullets finally won the day.
After freeing the remaining guard who had arrived earlier and been ensnared, the party learned that the watch had been infiltrated by dastardly Thamarites, and their actions had been orchestrated from the very beginning of the evening. Assured that the Order of the Golden Crucible would be capable of sorting out the mess, the group prepares to set out with a deathly helljack cortex in tow, not suspecting that more betrayal awaits.


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