Swift Justice & to Confront their Patron

Summary of Events (6/27/2025):

In the shadowed alleyways of Lepidstadt, justice was swift and terrible.

The Night Hexen’s agent, cornered like a rat in the maze of cobblestone and decay, revealed his true nature when KIren attempted to relieve him of his belongings. What seemed a simple interrogation became a dance of death when the scarred man drew his kukri in desperation.

“Hands off, Missy!” he snarled, lashing out with cold steel. But our heroes were ready.

Charles filled the air with divine music—Gregorian chants blessed by Sarenrae’s grace, weakening their foe while quickening his allies. Mutu stepped forward with retributive justice, his blade singing as it carved through flesh and bone. Kiren, ever cunning, wove warrior’s regret around their enemy—a curse that would turn each act of violence against him. While Diana protected her companion with forbidden wards while HIM unleashed the cold judgment of death itself.

The battle was brief but decisive. The agent, bleeding and desperate, called upon Norgorber’s dark blessing—the symbol of the Thief God gleaming upon his coat. But even divine treachery could not save him from Mutu’s righteous wrath.

“You choir boy! Norgorber knows real redemption!” the dying man spat, his words dripping with venom and lies.

Charles, servant of the Dawnflower, answered with holy light that burned away shadow and sin. The agent’s form was cleansed to ash, his corruption purged by divine fire—leaving only scattered coins and magical trinkets as proof of his existence.

From his corpse, they claimed a king’s ransom: a Greater Frost Kukri of deadly precision, a Charm of Cold Resistance, the Eye of the Unseen—a prosthetic that granted sight beyond mortal ken—and a rune warded against magic itself. The Night Hexen had armed her spy well… but not well enough for his own survival.

Yet even as they stripped the dead of their secrets, more pressing matters called to them.

The Fey watchers continued their clumsy surveillance—weather vanes sprouting like metallic flowers on every rooftop, all bearing the letter “W” in gleaming brass, pointing in impossible directions that defied both wind and reason. When Mutu hurled stones at their copper forms, they squeaked in terror like living things before scurrying behind chimneys.

Seeking sanctuary from watching eyes, our heroes found refuge in the Taume und Feen Library—neutral ground where neither the Fey or the Night Hexen’s influence dared not reach. There, surrounded by ancient wisdom and protective wards, they planned their next move.

Dr. Ritalsin, once their ally, now corrupted by black sand and Dr. Rictus’s dark influence, had withdrawn to his manor—a testament to newfound wealth built upon suffering and forbidden knowledge. The consortium was split into factions: Ritalsin’s corruption, Rictus’s manipulation, and Dr. Sabine’s desperate attempts to maintain some semblance of righteousness.

Helena and Marcus, the cleaners sent to sanitize Blustein Manor, had revealed the depths of the conspiracy under Mutu’s legendary intimidation. The young man chose redemption willingly; the woman submitted only when shown visions of her fate in the River of Souls—a ghostly glimpse of judgment to come.

Thornwick had warned them of Witherbloom’s presence at the Circle of Gaeleath, where stone brothers guard against spiral horrors. And in far off Poiana the corrupted gate that leaks nightmares into the waking world still awaited their attention.

But first… Riddleson’s manor beckoned.

As dawn broke over Lepidstadt, our heroes made their way through streets watched by fey shape shifters who had now taken on the forms of seagulls where no seagull should be. Since Lepidstadt was hundreds of miles from Lake Encarthan-seagulls who screamed in the voices of children repeatedly saying the words “mine, mine, mine.” The mansion stood before them—two stories of stone and dark timber, its Victorian glass doors a shocking display of vulnerability in a city armored against supernatural threats.

Fresh renovations spoke of wealth recently acquired, wrought iron gates bore protective runes of masterful craftsmanship, and behind drawn curtains… secrets waited to be unveiled.