Of Assassins fervour....

At the Guild, I expressed an interest in arcanism and was allowed to review their tomes - it was here I overheard an assassin, bold in his eloquence, decry beast tamer of the Lower Circus. Using the Colonnades, I reached the Circus only to be set upon by a hunting snark hound; a minor cantrip stunned it and my faithful silk bat did the rest. The trainer retired cursing and I gave chase. A passing alley swaggerer waylaid me and I retired to my attic to rest. I had a name though - of that very assassin! A day passed in a haze of small pies and lesser cheeses and then, I went out upon the chancy morn to confront the wretch. A savage duel of wits ensued with his garnered thugs and I was dirked quite badly. My scribing knife found the throat of the vile plotter while I dodged the blades of his bravos. A blast of clouded thunder occluded their wits and the razor sharp claws of my bat did the rest. Since then I have rested upon my laurels and sought skill in the short sword, buying a shortened shamshir which I wear in my scribes sash; it displeases the Master Scriber but I care not. I am now for the Floating Rialto to consult the Vagaries.

An escapade on the Rialto

My scribing, of a pre-reticular demi-sonnet upon a lintel, was disturbed by news of import. The Thane of Tule, whose daughter I had saved from kidnap is being blackmailed! A postillion arrived with a letter of credit and instructions to act as the Thane’s agent to scuttle the villainous scheme. With all haste I meandered to the Floating Rialto and braced a bravo - he knew of a man who had been recruiting thugs. Sadly he was that very man and things went ill, upon the very steps of the Rialto. I left the corpses to be gathered while my silk bat and I made an elusive way to the Narrows. I fear the Watch have my likeness but lo! My old friend Xubwang the Articulate has passed me a coin inscribed with the mark of the Guild of Esoterics and I must hie thence!

The chase, continued in haste

My investigations into the vile kidnap have not halted; I have been assaulted by thugs and even harassed by a harlot at the Grand Fountain. Throughout, my silk bat has aided me and the scribing vouge has been kept sharp.....leaving a note of my findings annotated upon the fly leaf of a rebound copy of “Upon Griffons” in the keeping of the Scribe to The Under Court of Ribbons, I hied to the Brass Temple to face the villain. Alarmingly he was no mere bravo but one of the temple guards and had a brace of thugs as accomplices. My silk bat tore one ear from ear and I unleashed the Storm and Calm upon the villain; a tussle ensued but my bat, my scribing knife and the biting curse prevailed. I have since arranged the release of the poor victim to her family and earned a modest retainer for my efforts; the Scriveners Guild are not pleased at my use of arcanism and I am arraigned - but hist! Is this a footfall upon my balcony? The swift exit calls for me and I must flee in haste!