When I came to this light-forsaken city, I couldn’t have dreamed of the corruption that stood ready to be battled.
We spent some time continuing our investigation of the disappearance of our good friend Larur. We took something of a major misstep when we broke into Limus Smeed’s home, thinking that he was involved in the Larur’s fate. We found Larur’s bloodied coat in the garbage behind Smeed’s house, but after interviewing him, we’ve become convinced that he was framed. He was so terrified of us that he forgave Saul’s massive debt.
Though we were chasing the greater good, I can’t shake the idea that we took it too far in this instance. What’s the point of trying to be good in the world if your actions only increase the lawlessness? I’ve prayed deeply over this for weeks; and though I think I’ve gained Iomedae’s forgiveness, I haven’t yet gained my own.
My penance for those deeds seemed to come in the form of a massive tidal wave which washed several citizens out to sea. I myself was so burdened down by my armor that I (alongside Jinx) almost drowned. Fortunately, the quick actions of our other friends saved us. But I know in my heart that the terrror I felt under that cold water was but just deserts for my involvement at Smeed’s.
We could do nothing for the others citizens of Riddleport who were lost. I can’t help but mourn them, though I’m sure most of them were as vile as the other criminals in this town.
At the Goblin last night, things were ugly. We were assaulted by a veritable army of thugs. The fighting was intense and we barely won the day. Jinx almost died, and she almost certainly would have if it hadn’t been for the valiant efforts of Bojask. (He’s earned the nickname “Bojangles” from Rosenstock. It’s unclear how Bojask feels about this, which probably means that it doesn’t bother him. Much.)
We finally won that battle and captured the leader of the thugs, Jasker Gant. A massive half-orc, he doesn’t seem terribly bright and he’s refused to answer our questions. Though he’s not talking, we’re certain that the presence of half-orcs in the attack points to the involvement of crime lord Croat, who employes a large number of half-orcs. I’ve never seen him, but I believe I’ve heard rumor that he’s got some orc blood in him himself. I encouraged my friends to punish Jasker and let him go. I refused to allow them to execute him.
But ultimately, I was overruled and we’ve chained him up in the kennels in the basement. Perhaps that is just as well. There’s no real law to speak of in Riddleport; so we may as well play prison guards as well as judge, jury, and executioner. Still, it makes me uneasy. He almost killed Jinx once before. If he breaks free, I don’t know what will happen.
There were humans involved in that attack as well, however. That has to point towards Croat working with another crime lord. We don’t have any evidence for it, but I’m almost certain that Clegg Zincher has it in for Saul, the Gold Goblin, and my friends. That snake attack last month was too conveniently timed with his skulking about the Goblin.
When I can prove it, I’ll make certain that he pays dearly for his lawlessness.
Until then, I’ll simply keep working the day job, practicing with my blade, and trying to work on my swimming.
I’ve come so close to drowning once already. I don’t see any need to tempt fate in that regard.