From the Journal of Thenric Blackthorne
14 Tarksakh, 1489
After escaping the city guards, I doubled back to the jail and settled into the shadows on a nearby roof. Most of my fellow party members were locked up inside, and I quietly waited for the excitement to die down so I could spring them from their imprisonment. From the manner in which Kale Hampton was laughing with the guards, his betrayal would not go unpunished. At some point in the future, my dagger or arrow point would find his back.
While I passed the time debating interesting ways to kill Kale, unbeknownst to me our party’s wayward half-orc Chazz staggers into Elturel, bloodied but unbeaten. Wandering into the nearest tavern for food and drink, he soon encounters Leosin Erlanthar, the monk we were trying to find. (My lesson learned here is not to go looking for anyone in a city. Just pal around with a smelly half-orc and they’ll find you!)
Leosin leads Chazz over to the jail and orders the release of the rest of the party, ruining my dream of picking the jail cell lock with Kale’s finger bone. Another day perhaps. Freed, the party gathers their belonging and so Leosin can take them to the Black Stag Inn so they can talk to Ontharr Frume. Fearing a trap, I secretly message Chazz I am following, but I do not announce myself to Leosin. Instead, I stay discretely hidden in the festival crowd.
The party heads into a basement door under the Inn. My suspicions deepen, and I take up a position in the back alley to see what happens.
I find out later the group meets Ontharr. He is a member of the Order of the Gauntlet, which is keenly interested in discovering the dragon cultists’ intent. Jacob negotiates a 1000 gp/month fee for the group to head towards Baldur’s Gate and track the cultists. Damn, no matter how many times I leave that damned city, it always manages to pull me back to it!
Jacob heads to a party at the Temple of Sune. I accompany him to watch his back. The cultists are aware of our participation and seek revenge. He “says” he needs to retrieve some of his equipment, but it is no surprise to me a party is in progress when we arrive. While he immediately befriends many at the gathering, I cannot get comfortable; I see traps and assassins behind every column in the temple. Jacob finally gets his “equipment” (I believe he had to take it out in trade?) and we head to the river to board a barge to Baldur’s Gate. The bard captain’s name is D’Artagnan, but he seems more of the Three Stooges than the Three Musketeers. Nonetheless, we stow our gear and rest as the barge steers into the river for the trip to the Gate.
15 Tarksakh, 1489
We awake to a small flotilla stopped on the banks of the Chionthar. A Kenku, with a Hill Giant and Ogre “muscle”, are charging a toll to allow the barges to continue down river. With a long rest behind us, we walk down the shoreline to talk to the creatures, to see if they would prefer steel over gold. It appears steel does not agree with them. At the end of the battle, 3 kenku, 1 ogre and 1 hill giant lie dead. We search the bodies, walk back to the barge, climb in and continue our trip unimpeded.