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[sythyry]

Adventurers from Daukrhame, cont., cont. [8 Thory 4261]

So, the murderer (well, the non-murderer) was Milirant, with me as one of his accomplices.

1. Milirant, one of Nestrune's many former lovers, decided to use their connexion to his advantage: this time, by seducing Nestrune anonymously, collecting the physical proceeds, and using them to make an arcane connection of extremely high quality and permanance, which he would then sell to someone -- the Duke of Pshent, probably -- who has reason for wanting subtle access to the Crown Prince of Daukrhame.
2. To do this, he needed two magical assistants. The greater was Master Wherion, a karcist who specializes in death magic but can do other kinds as well. The lesser was someone to provide him a thorough disguise: viz., me, casting a bound Cloak of Another God to turn him Cani. He paid me respectably for it, and I spent that money taking Esory out to dinner.
3. He did seduce Nestrune, as a female Cani. Nestrune was apparently initially intrigued by his/her tastes in activity, which, by some peculiar coincidence, exactly matched what he (Nestrune) likes best. His later review was of course that she was mediocre, as is hardly surprising considering that (1) Milirant was not at all used to being in a Cani body, or a female body for that matter; (2) Milirant is not actually that interested in all of those activities; and (3) Milirant doesn't like boys very much, even when he is a she.
4. He/she brought a connection of excellent quality (freely, even eagerly, supplied by Nestrune) to Master Wherion.
5. Wherion needed to wait 'til a good time to do the ritual.
6. During that time, the gang of thugs and sewerists from Daukrhame marauded around, got an unwashed sheet from Nestrune's bed which he and she-Cani-Milirant had used, and thereby discovered the matter.
7. The thugs went to visit Milirant. The Khtsoyis got there first. By the time the others got there, the bed had been set afire and extinguished. Both Milirant and the Khtsoyis claim that Milirant had dropped a candle on it, but we all know how likely that is -- Rassimel do not set their beds afire by mistake, as Zi Ri do, so it could have been nothing other than a very quick and very improper conjunction that set it on fire. In any case, from gratitude (in the official story) or postcoital bliss (in the presumed story), Milirant bought the thugs much liquor, got himself drunk (and wouldn't you, if you had just done that?), and was talked out of doing anything to Nestrune. In this case, "talked out" means "threatened quite severely."
8. The thugs then talked Master Wherion out of doing anything to Nestrune too. In this case, "talked out" means "paid quite severely".
9. Then the thugs mostly went home, getting most of the credit.

Nestrune somehow forgot to thank Strenata for saving his life.

And no, despite that, she still won't stop riding with him.

She's annoyed at something else.

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Sewerists

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Chavarrh: We did not go into the sewer once in fact we stayed very far away from all sewers.

[pyat.livejournal.com]

Rassimel do not set their beds afire by mistake, as Zi Ri do, so it could have been nothing other than a very quick and very improper conjunction that set it on fire.

Lies! Unfounded rumor! Baseless speculation! I shall beat those who repeat with clubs and set their beds afire with passionate tentacle love powerful magicks!

[mmsword.livejournal.com]

Sounds about right in terms of how we managed things, save one correction. Though we did talk to Master Wherion, Nestrune was the one that paid quite serverely both for our services and for Wherion not doing any services. As it was, the fire incident could have been worse. Trust me on that. ~Tillizar

[yotogi.livejournal.com]

I find it reassuring that the average adventuring party maintains a more or less constant level of mayhem in its wake, be it on the World Tree, or out here on... I dunno, the Bizarro Tree.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

I'm sure there's a fundamental physical law to be discovered in there somewhere.

[yotogi.livejournal.com]

It seems as if those tend to be occasionally uprooted as well, given the right sort of adventurers. An associate of mine once plummeted about 30 miles within the space of about 300 feet, and (for once) I had done no tampering anent Locador.

[tuftears.livejournal.com]

I missed seeing where murder was involved? Nestrune isn't dead, in fact, no one seems to have died as a result of the entire incident. That someone may have wanted a "high quality" connection to a Crown Prince doesn't imply they wanted to bump him off. If anything, quite the contrary.

It sounds as if everyone had a good time, though! More or less.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Murder was a misconception! Someone was hiring Master Wherion, whose specialty is murder. Poor Master Wherion was rather annoyed that the hire was not in his specialty!

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Had someone? Or, what happened?

[mmsword.livejournal.com]

Well, I suppose thats what you get for asking a destroyer mage for advice on where to find a karcist. Well, that and broken chairs and burnt beds.

[yotogi.livejournal.com]

Well, someone evidently had. Funny thing, but apparently some ancient monarch had installed what amounted to an infinite freefall in his tomb, I assume so unfortunate tomb robbers would have ample time to repent their choice in career, or something. On reaching the bottom of the pit, one would fall from the top again. Having braved the infinite dive myself to secure a rope by which the rest of the group might take the easier "rope" method of egress (the exit is 100 feet above the entrance on the same side,) naturally the best climber in the group suffered a momentary failure of faculties and took the long fall. It took about eight hours for someone to get a levitation to stick so we could slow him to a stop. One of our mathematically-inclined members later calculated that he'd fallen about 160,000 feet. Needless to say, we decided to just make camp for the day there... he wasn't fit to walk again for quite awhile.