From the Memoirs of Gen
Atsin summoned our team after a short hiatus to prepare us for the Bazaar, a week long event where sales go untaxed in the city of Ahtenko. Apparently, our little caravan has been noticed by the Jubilant Knives and we have been sent a subtle invitation to join a shadow game they host each year. These games invite the highest potential heroes to gather three artifacts hidden during the Bazaar. The rules seem to be quite vague and completely guided by one’s own conscience. I plan to charm and swindle my way to the required information but if that fails I have faith my colleagues can suss out solutions through more traditional and brute forced methods. Atsin’s only wisdom was to meet Aya Siropese of the Grip for leads. Fortunately for us, Dave had already found a thread item, Faerie mail worn by a Knight of Quinzel, which required a book under her possession. Our second lead was noticed by the keen eyes of Tala; Tetchia of the Brace had some particularly gaudy and new bracers on her person and being of the Knives may be able to impart some secrets.
Tala’s relationship with Tetchia was stronger than many mentor and student’s I have seen; in no time Tetchia was divulging pertinent information to Tala. Tetchia’s attempt at subtlety was endearing but, to be honest, swordmasters have very little acumen for such things and mainly focus on stunning displays. She led us to believe an ork vendor will be selling the bracer’s that Tala has seen with her own eyes, we just need to find this person with haste.
Our bookish contractor, Jonah Gripsley, was able to write us a letter of recommendation to speak with Aya and off we went. A gloomy servant answered the door. With a little flash of ivory and a small bit of silver from your’s truly he led us to his master. Aya proved to be largely business but the icy demeanor of many can’t continue to rime in the presence of the warm-hearted Gen. After some light flattery and well executed business she loosened her reserve about our group. Aya rented the book, “Of the Wanderings of Elves in the early days of isolation” for 90 silver and a 200 silver deposit and offered us more information on the Ssadow game in the morning. A meeting was made for two hours passed the dawn.
The book we checked out from Aya’s personal library may serve the needs of Iyohiwn the Weapon Smith mentor to Iktomi. We’ll need to see about some additional time with the book in order to please that man and receive some his trading goods.
We wanted to check in on the Edge, Taiwon had offered to introduce us to Danen his Elementalist mentor and member. Danen knew very little himself but pointed us in the direction of Yomezo, a ruthless Beastmaster. Yomezo warmed up to Lokan and his roguish wit. She informed him we should meet with some of the Shinumetu family at the Night Call. The Ttskrang were a rigged bunch so Lokan and I were forced to do the only thing possible to lighten up the dreggs of this drinking pit. We swayed the hearts and souls of the crowd with the art of song. This night, mark your journals, was the first performance of the Tumblin’ Weeds. The joyous melodies and entranced crowd had opened the hearts and minds allowing Iktomi and Tala the chance to capture the information we needed for this artifact. It was difficult to pursue our next lead with the crowd raining us with silver and shouting encore. The lead the others found was that some goods possibly containing the artifact were sold to Keresan tribals living in the northeastern quadrant of town.
Upon entering this part of town the din of battle was quickly perceived. The tribals were fighting with some of the Great Adventure and our group jumped to task at hopefully finding any items or information first. We approached as benignly as possible but Jonath of the Great Adventure and Kimsh both attacked Iktomi. I feared this would happen but street rules are applicable here. If you take a shot at the king you better not miss! Our attackers escaped but will pay in time, that is a promise. Our group was able to peaceably talk with the tribe and find that some cultists had stolen the weapons the tribals had illegally acquired. The only description the group was able to provide to us was a thorny tattoo on the wrist of each cultist. We departed as quickly as possible because Dave had done what Dave does best—- murdered someone. We will need to discuss this or correctly direct that energy in the future.
The group wanted to continue the search but I reminded them about our trying day tomorrow. If we are to be at the top of our game we must get some well deserved rest. Remember friends, the best way to line our pockets with silver is showing others that this stormy caravan is the Silver Lining they seek.