Loose threads The Clockwork Gargoyles are still terrorizing the population.
Participants Arthur, Asha, Dretal, Jean Berée, Dominique-Baptiste Emanuel
Locations Black Beach, The Capital
Short summary:
The goal was clear: upgrade Dominique's ride so they can perform heroic deeds with increased style. Knowing the Republic's engineering skills, and following the directions given by a passing clockwork merchant, the party ventured into enemy territory and infiltrated Black Beach in hopes to fetch a boat and sail towards the Republic's Capital. After a long journey through the seas, they disembarked in a desert where a clockwork riders gang terrorized the local population. They fended off some bullies and rescued a mechanic in need. Deceit and stealth were the tools they used to retrieve the clockwork machines while leaving some gang members stranded in the middle of the desert. And they returned triumphant to the mechanic for some sweet sweet bike upgrades.
Full Report
Having met at Roanokae Camp, our team search for a goblinoid that could point us in the right direction. We met this nice chap named Iacopone Mignano that accepted our offer for adventure and became our guide for the journey. I wonder what happened to the guy. I mean, we left them in the middle of nowhere after we Recalled... Anyway, we marched to Black Beach, the port city, to hopefully ferry across the ocean to Republic's territory. Of course, this proved more challenging than expected as we had to disguise ourselves to pass undetected amongst the rest of the goblinoids. Ah! We also met a distinguished business gentleman: Casto Barillaro. This one had a shop, of the clockwork variety. We purchased some gifts and said our farewells before we got attacked by a giant dragon! (No we didn't) Yes, you heard it. An ancient dragon. (They were oversized dragonflies.) Not a big deal though since, as you all know, I, Dominique Dragonslayer, have experience with... you know... slaying dragons. So, with a dragon defeated, we finally reached the city gates.
We wore our disguises, put on some makeup, retrieved some props, and acted our way into the city. (This is true. They bedecked me as a bugbear. It was humiliating.) We snooped around until we find a tavern. There we found a group of noblemen... noblenoids? goblinobles? The point is, we were persuasive enough to book a trip with them. Honestly, from the journey by sea I only remember the wine and the morning breeze. (And the bloody storm that threatened to drown us?) But Arthur and Asha really did a good job of tying ropes, securing sails, and other essential tasks that seamen/seawomen do. Pretty good vibes all around.
At the end of the week... or month? Was it only days? ('Twas seven days) We set foot at a coastal village near the Capital's surrounding desert. Rumors had it that a skillful mechanic lived near the Capital, so we sneaked our way in with our disguises. Upon entering the mechanic's workshop, we heard the sounds of a heated conversation. Clockwork-themed gangsters were bullying the poor mechanic, so we jumped in and confronted them. Arthur had the patience of a saint, but they were just the worst. He ended up bonking them in the head while singing gospel. (They were Iomedian battle hymns, thank you) At the end, they ran off after Jean Berée stared deep into their soul. Or maybe they saw the kobold's puppy eyes and couldn't handle it. His magic works in strange ways.
As the mechanic told us, these bullies were part of the Clockwork Gargoyles Gang. A group that terrorizes the innocent while riding the coolest machinery in town. That's why, we decided to make justice. We travelled across the desert looking for these evil fellows, and once we found them, I defeated their boss in a fist fight, while naked. (No you didn't. You snuck into their camp disguised as an undead while we sabotaged their bikes.) It was a hard fight, I could not have done it without my party's emotional support. (I beg your pardon? You landed one hit. I was the one trading blows with him while he shot me in the chest.) Thankfully, at the end of this tale, the good guys won. They promised to never do crime again, and gifted us their bikes. (Technically speaking, yes, they are never going to do crime again. Because we killed most of them, aside from one who I granted the reprieve of mercy.) Which we took back to our egg-head friend, so he could engineer an upgraded version for us.
The End.
- and Arthur