But even in dreams, rest eluded the party.
The paladin dreamt of sword and gleaming armor. Of sadness and those that were lost.
The rogue of ships and spiders. Of anger and those that would protect.
Visions of black towers and blood seas, hunger and pain racked the ranger.
And those same drowning nightmares dragged the bard to a watery graveyard.
On awakening in the chill dawn air of the temple grounds, the party found that the riots from the day and night before had calmed into a slow simmering tension. Fires still burned here and there on the horizon but the panic and screams had stilled for the time-being. After a short breakfast, the heroes found themselves helping a rookie Korvosan Guard sergeant and his squad escort a grain shipment from the docks.
The riots had led many merchant caravans and ships to turn away from the city, lest they get ambushed and overrun by the mobs. Food and supplies were now starting to get strained in a city of over 20,000 citizens. After politely declining the request of several Sczarni mobsters, the party fended off an attack by Dusters, and brought the grain to market. There, a large group of citizens had to be calmed before the grain could be distributed. Once the party had ensured that the distribution of the food would proceed in an orderly fashion (with some bags shipped with priority to a local inn), they proceeded to relax and resupply in the Gold Market.
Through intense haggling, Markus secured a fair price for a longbow and arrows. Chloe on the other hand, pursued other less direct methods of acquiring goods. Aron simply strolled into Slicing Dicers, dropped off all the armor/weapons he had been lugging along, and traded it all for a shining suit of armor. Once again they were low on gold but with shiny new equipment in it’s stead. Aron also discovered that Pestico, owner of the famous doll shop in Korsova, was missing one of his magical daughters.
Between the mysterious brooch found among Lamm’s possessions, and the missing daughter, the party set out the find some answers. They ventured towards the University, where they remembered that the rescued noble, Amin Jalento made his home. Amin quickly pointed out that the brooch could only belong to high royalty but didn’t know more than that. And so the party set out for Castle Korvosa. Upon arriving, the party found the imposing pyramid and battlements tightly locked down. Armed guards patrolled everywhere, and the party had a hard time entering the grounds. Flashing the brooch opened doors for them, and they were quickly escorted to Sabina Merrin, the Queen’s Swordmistress.
Sabina, with utter confidence that these new guests were of no threat to her or the Queen, escorted the party to the throne room. There, wide hallways and blood-red glass mosaics cast a somber glow over the crimson throne, and a Queen in mourning. Queen Ileosa Arabasti received the heroes as honoured guests and thanked them for bringing her the brooch. Her sadness at the death of her husband and King, and joy at once again finding her treasured brooch, moved the party. When the Queen offered the group a position as Korvosan Guards, to help the city in this trying time, the party agreed to do what they could.
With the sun setting, the city seemed to be finally getting back under control. Our heroes, having heard rumors that an assassin was killing thugs and bandits in the night hear the Gold Market, set up a stakeout to trap the killer. In the depths of night, they stumbled upon that killer: none other than Pestico’s missing daughter. The wooden doll moved towards the party, with dagger raised, and spells on her lips, but quick thinking and even quicker words from Aron and Markus diffused the situation. They escorted the doll back to Pestico who, overjoyed with being reunited with his daughter, took a precious relic off of his shelf and handed it over to the party.