The party followed Pompo Greeswald to Borham only to find the trail go cold. But it wasn’t a complete waste because they were joined by the brave Mard Furtin! Oh, okay it was a complete waste.
The Ivy Palace gave the adventurers their reward for their part in clearing out the basement, (what did they do?) and went back to the Cheese Factory to sniff out what trouble Colby Carter was in. The party decided that going into front doors was so 340 AS and opted instead to sneak into the cellar.
The cellar was full of painful little traps, but most were avoided! Most eh, Mr. Forthwright and Mr. Wolstaff? A hidden hole revealed the culprit behind the ratty problem, the big cheese himself, Terchail Malten former human and former leader of smuggling operations and current master of transmutation magics. Battle ensued and after a little chill from Quain, some electrifying displays by Zannon, thuggish beatings by Otmar and Daniel cough Burt cough a seven foot tall, iron haired rat was begging for mercy. The rat had valuable information after all! Perhaps Mr. Forthwright would like his daddy back? Yes he would! Terchail was spared and the great Silvertail, King of Rats was freed and the town of Foxholm became a little less crazy. Just a little.
For convenience sake, the party decided to join the Blue Hearts Adventuring Guild. The training they received made sure that death would come that much slower on their future endeavors. Terchail was given over to the Reast to meet his justice, but what’s this? Surely a group capable of such heroic actions needs an equally heroic name. Thus was born the Not At All or the Notters. Ahem. Heroic indeed. Ahem. WHY HASN’T SARCASTIC FONT BEEN INVENTED YET! Well sufficient to say the game master has little to do with what the party chooses to call itself.
Terchail didn’t leave them in the dark before being turned over to the Reast, and the party discovered that the Black Market of Borham held information on why Tidous Forthwright had disappeared. But wait. One can’t just march into the Borham Black Market. At least they can’t without a shopping trip! Queue Pretty Woman Music. End scene. Well the group had gathered their Finspang Tigers caps and ’I’ve Shopped at Smut’s Bookstore’ Mugs and had nothing left to do but head to the dreary gloom of the city so dirty that the dirt needs to take a bath. Yes they went to Borham. After Quain proved that he was inept at codewords the party made access under the city and into the hidden Black Market of Borham. Where you can buy anything and no questions are asked. And then they proceeded to asked a lot of questions there. The Fallen Rotunda headed by the notorious Janus Gregory enlightened the group on who the true villain behind Tidous’ disappearance is: Garret Archivald, Flame of Yercha, Leader of the Midnight Society (no not the Dead Poets Society. Did we really have to go there? The only word in common with the two is Society. Damn you Robin Williams! Were were you when I was taking 9th grade English!). And GASP this is the same man that burned down Zannon’s house! Eat your heart out Mr. M Knight Shamalan.
While in the Black Market, it wouldn’t hurt to check around for more information on Archivald, right? Apparently not because they got an earfull from owner of the Snakehaven poison shop. A rather charming fellow really. Mard made sure that the sssslippery fellow ssssuplied ssssuper information for the heroesssssss.
And then Matt had to go to bed because he had classes at 8am tomorrow. Oh, life!