Greetings and salutations, lords and ladies! I am Damian Demodius, at your service. I will be the narrator for the opening chapter of this story. If wish to know a bit more about me, then by all means feel free to peruse the section of this journal that highlights our cast of characters. In the interim, I will continue with our tale.
It all started on a beautiful day in mid-Arodus that brought myself and my traveling companion, Chuffy Lickwound, to the city of Riddleport. We had been on the road for quite a while, and were in desperate need of a meal, a glass of wine, and some amicable companionship. Well, the later two more for me than for Chuffy, but his priorities are not always in line with my own. He is, after all, a goblin, if a bit more civilized than most of his kind.
After stopping by a highly recommended tailor’s stall in the market district, where I was able to bargain for some slight repairs and custom adjustments to my wardrobe, we found our selves at, again, a highly recommended tavern and inn known as the Mystery of the Gate. A favorite of local adventurers, the Mystery was also located close the Gold Goblin Gambling Hall, which was tomorrow’s destination. The Gold Goblin was hosting a gaming tournament on the morrow, in which Chuffy and I wished to participate. We’ll get to that more as the story progresses.
Although not the highest quality establishment we have ever patronized, the Mystery was adequate. The food was nourishing, and with a bit of spice added, quite satisfying. The wine was of high enough quality to quench our thirst, and we were able to share it with our friendly neighborhood tailor, who joined us later in the evening. After an amiable evening, a lovey sailor lass named… well, I’m not sure I caught her name, but nevertheless she chose to join me in my room, and we shared a memorable night of passion before parting at the dawn
I joined my compatriot Chuffy the next day for my morning repast, and likely his third or fourth meal of the day, before setting out for the Gold Goblin. The gambling establishment had really gone all out for this Cheat the Devil tournament, with hellish decorations, a mock Contract for joining the festivities which includes placing one’s “soul” in trust until the end, an entry fee of “10 pieces of silver” to continue the theme, and a bevy of beguiling beauties dressed as succubi – my personal favorite addition to the decor – to attend our needs.
We began our play for the 10,000sp prize, and I found myself and my friend Taz the tailor at the same card table. His skill at cards was noticeable, and with the distraction of the lovely ladies besides, my winnings were not progressing as quickly as I had hoped. Chuffy had chosen a game more to his liking, and his winnings were growing quickly. I hoped that the dealers would not catch him in any underhanded dealings and toss him from the tournament.
My worries would not come to fruition, however, as while the games were underway, a dastardly band of ne’er-do-wells attempted to rob the casino and steal the prize money! They started out with a spell to conjure a bright flash and mimic the sounds of fireworks to distract, blinding most of the guards and even Chuffy and Taz as well. As they moved against the helpless guards, I knew that I could not allow such underhanded behavior to occur, and I used the powers of my bloodline to summon darkness to hand and I sprung to attack.
With the brigands as blind to me as the guards were to them, I was quickly able to send their wizard and a group of his goons to the next life. A strange young lady, whose name learned later to be Zaitherin, assisted with her spells of chicanery, and once Taz had regained his sight, the outlaws were quickly dispatched, with the last surrendering before my blade.
After the scuffle, I was gallantly able to assist one of the lovely attendants with her injuries while the guards tended to the mess. Once things were back in order, the proprietor of the establishment, one Saul Vancaskerkin, desired to speak with us. i reluctantly left the side of my patient to hear his words, and after thanking us for our assistance in thwarting the robbery, he offered us jobs, and even a partnership in the venture that was the Gold Goblin. This was the perfect opportunity to establish a base of operations and earn some coin while pursuing my other goals in Riddleport, and the others apparently felt the same, as we all agreed. Saul spent the next few minutes giving us a tour of our new residence, and since my succubi waitress had left with the rest of the staff during our tour, I was forced to retire for the evening with nothing more than the snores of Chuffy and Taz for company. Oh, the travesty!
Our first week of our new employment went swimmingly. Chuffy spent his days in the hidden catwalks of the Gold Goblin, watching for anything untoward, while Taz walked the floor, his presence discouraging any uncivilized behavior. Zee spent her time at the front of the gambling hall, greeting our guests in her peculiar but effective way, and I was out on the streets, promising great rewards to those whom partook in the games of the great Gold Goblin! Other than some toughs trying to start a ruckus, which Zee handled with perfect form, and the appearance of Clegg Zilcher, a rival of Saul’s, at the gaming tables one night, followed by a nasty prank with some snakes in the scullery, the week was mostly uneventful.
Week two was an entirely different matter. The stunning Samaritha, a half elven lass with gorgeous crimson hair, joined our staff as a server, and I plan to become much more intimately acquainted with her in the coming days. All was not sunshine and rainbows, though, as a strange omen involving a flock of birds diving straight into the Cyphergate and their untimely deaths proceeded the death of Feldon, our pit boss, who was accosted and murdered while running an errand for Saul. Whomever was the cause of Feldon’s demise attempted to pin his slaying on a local money lender who works for another crime boss. If we had fallen for the feint, it would have put us at odds and could have had harsh repercussions for Saul and the Goblin. We return with our findings, and let Saul know what has occurred.
It appears that we have made enemies somewhere. Until we discover whom is attempting to set us up, we will continue with business as usual at the Gold Goblin. After all, there are still many a maid, server, or guest that have yet partake in my most tender and intimate of ministrations. And, of course, whatever my new companions have on their platters.