imp

— CARRIED —

• short sword (1d6)
• dagger (1d4)
• sling (1d4)
• leather armour (AC 7)
• thieves' tools
• rope, 50'
• grappling hook
• chalk
• dark lantern
• iron rations, one week
• waterskin

— THIEF SKILLS —

CLIMB SHEER SURFACES 89%

FIND/REMOVE TREASURE TRAPS 15%

HEAR NOISE 3-in-6

HIDE IN SHADOWS 15%

MOVE SILENTLY 25%

OPEN LOCKS 20%

PICK POCKETS 25%

— WHO THEY ARE —

Eleven miles east of the crossroads, in April, four men came out of the alders and took an iron strongbox off Aurel Kest's saddle. They did not kill her. They did not take the horse. They did not search her, which she read as carelessness at the time and now understands was policy. The box held three hundred and forty gold that was not hers. It belonged to Dessil Ward, who is patient in the exact sense that he charges four gold a week for patience. It has been thirty-one weeks. She keeps the running figure and does not round it, and she updates it on Sundays, which is a habit she would rather not have acquired. The joke got made in the first hour at the Crook and Kettle. A thief, robbed. Bors made it. She let him have it, and then had to sit with having let him, which cost more than the joke did. She wants the box, not its value. Ward marks the underside of every lid and will not take a payment he cannot verify came home. That detail is what made the other three take her seriously, because it is not the kind of thing a liar invents; it is too inconvenient. She recognised Gullian's method before she had his name. Only on the marsh stretch. Never a body. Always the horse left standing. That is the work of a man who needs the road to keep being used, and she said so at the table and watched Orrin write it down. Nan keeps the committee's ledger in a small book and leaves it out. Aurel has been alone with it eight times. She has taken nothing and moved nothing, and she has considered it on all eight occasions, and she has started finding her own restraint irritating. That is new. She does not like it and she has not worked out yet what it means.

— AT THE TABLE —

• 2026-08-30 ·1 area · 143 events gullian-debtors-b1

— WHAT THEY REMEMBER —

• 2026-08-30 · gullian-debtors-b1 Bors dead beside me on the grease, spear through the chain; I stayed down with the short sword and did nothing. Nan at 4, Orrin at 5. Orrin’s staff finished the cracked gloop and a wounded guard with it; five of seven down, last guard and gloop broke morale and fled the south iron doors. Shrine of the Oozing Serpent, ritual prep. Ward’s box still not home. Sunday figure still running.
• 2026-08-30 · gullian-debtors-adv1 2026-08-30 (session gullian-debtors-adv1): Ruined Great Door, Shrine of the Oozing Serpent. Two brass automaton hands ambushed us out of the rubble. I put steel through the first one's knuckle joint and dropped it. Orrin took a mauling from the second — down to 1 HP before Nan crushed it flat with a natural 20. Bors alive and swinging this time, no repeat of the grease trap. Salvage sitting in the debris: two pearl eyeballs, three golden gears, a mechanical voice box — haven't taken a share yet. Ward's box still not home. Sunday figure still running.