I’ve been somewhat remiss in my journal entries lately. During our last adventure, we had an encounter with a rather nasty slime creature. I nearly died during that battle and was left with some manner of disease in the aftermath. I only recently recovered thanks to the efforts of Chem and Alek and the care of some local clerics.
In any event, having recovered as much as I was likely to, I left the confines of guild headquarters and ventured back to our new base of operations. I should mention, at this point, that we only encountered the slime because we were searching for a building to occupy our new pest extermination business. Mr. Federick Ool wished to have us pose as exterminators in order to provide him with information on members of the rebellion. Something about Ool’s manner and requests strikes me as a bit suspicious and not the least bit trustworthy. The guild seems to agree, however, they want me to use this opportunity to gain information on Ool for them. Combine that with the rebellion’s offer and I’m now, what? A triple agent? Anyway, I don’t see this situation lasting too terribly long. I’m not one to go about lying, so something has to give – probably sooner rather than later. For the time being, however, my past may be in danger of catching up to me. This new extermination business is very likely to put me back in the same circles I once frequented. If it does, things could become ugly very quickly.
In any event, I arrived at the new extermination warehouse about the same time as Chem. Alek was nowhere to be found. Perhaps he understands the current situation better than I and has taken his leave. I wouldn’t blame him. The whole business is rather detestable. Shortly thereafter, Ignatius made an appearance. I hadn’t seen him since our initial encounter with Elben in the market. As we stood there chatting, a rather nervous man from the Potter’s Guild arrived to inquire about our services. It seemed that they had an infestation of particularly large rats in their basement and Lord Allan (who apparently has some connection to that particular guildhouse) was coming to inspect it the next day. Pay for the extermination of these pests was to be 400gp, less any damage to their goods. A very handsome pay in anyone’s estimation. Ignatius seemed somewhat insulted by the offer, and saw fit to argue for more money. I’m not certain exactly why. 400 is a princely sum, and was a more than suitable reward for the work involved.
I managed to convince him to take the job at the offered rate, and we immediately headed to the Potter’s Guild to see to the job. Once inside, we were shown the stairs to the basement and also the elevator. We opted for the stairs. We encountered the rats almost immediately upon our descent into the basement. Chem proved quite the crack shot with his crossbow, perfectly skewering three of the beasts. I dealt with the fourth.
Having rid the guild of their rodents (without collateral damage, I might add!), we proceeded to examine the remainder of the basement. It seemed that the rats had burrowed through one of the walls toward the rear of the chamber. There, Ignatius noticed that one of the plates on display was rather distinct from the remainder. It was black on one side and white on the other, with a bone motif on the face. Ignatius gave it a thorough magical examination, and noted that it was embued with necromantic magic. Being exactly the type of item that would be of interest to both the Magic Guild and Mr. Ool, I readily agreed that it should come with us. Worryingly, Ignatius seemed to favor keeping the item for our own use. After arguing for a moment, we determined that we could work out what to do with the plate afterwards, but it definitely needed to be taken. As soon as Chem picked up the plate, the necromantic energy animated the corpses of the rodents we had just slain and we were forced to dispatch them a second time. They proved to be much more resiliant this time around, nearly killing Ignatius. Fortunately, Chem and I were up to the task and Chem was able to revive Ignatius with one of his handy healing potions. It seemed that the reanimated rodents were a bit much for Ignatius as he was now in favor of smashing the plate then and there. Chem and I talked him out of it and we proceeded upstairs for our payment. Sadly, during the second battle some of th pottery was broken, meaning that our pay was reduced. Ignatius again made a quite vehement arguement for more pay, going so far as to smash one of the pots over the head of a guild member.
That business concluded, we then had to rid ourselves of the plate. Part of me wanted to deliver it to the Magic Guild, but both causes would likely be advanced by handing it over to Ool. Chem and I proceeded to the Archives and met with Ool. He seemed every bit as repulsed by the plate as we were, but was appreciative of our efforts. No reward was forthcoming, although that may change depending on the outcome of their investigations. Curiously, Ignatius opted not to join us when we went to deliver the plate. While he may be a valuable ally, his motives and allegiances are certainly suspect. I will definitely need to keep my eye on him from now on.