Jan 19, 2001

Speak of the Devil. I just ran into ol' Roscoe at the tavern. He's told me he's leaving town for a few days, and he was about to pay one of the locals to watch his place. But, since I'll be in town a few days, he gave the job to me! My only worries are that my new traveling pals don't wreck the place.

Well everybody is more or less behaving themselves, except for Cole-tan. He keeps walking off with stuff. Today I received an invitation to the wedding of Ester Twillyfoot (my cousin) and Romalus Magnum. Their marriage will join the 3rd most powerful merchant house with the 6th most powerful (and unite the only two Lightfoot owned merchant houses in Marsember). So, this wedding should be pretty big and important. The invitation also included a personal invitation to the rehearsal dinner tomorrow.

For lack of something better to do, me and Cole-tan decide to find the Groom's residence and make sure it is or 'sufficient quality' for my cousin. On the way there, a Rat-Man tried to rob us. One quick flick of my wrist sent a dagger into his head, and he was no more. Then while over by the Mangnum residence, six Purple Pukes decide to ruin our night. I saw no reason to hide, as we were doing nothing illegal. In fact, I felt they should know about the rat-man, seeing as it's their job to keep the city free of such things. They re-paid my altruism with a night in jail and many rude questions. Cole-tan seemed to think that the whole mess was my fault. Funny that. Anyway, they finally got a Cleric to Detect our truth and they let us go (without an apology, I might add). Blech. We went home after that, as the night was too late for any more investigation. The next morning Cole-tan was passed out on the floor next to an empty bottle of Rotgut. I wonder about that guy.

The next day, we all headed over to the rehearsal dinner. The food was excellent. After dinner, while everyone was enjoying the idle banter, Romalus Mangum invited us all up into his study for a belt of Lightfoot Scotch (and the party rejoiced... yea!) There, we met his Dad, Colonel Manfred Magnum. They were both concerned an ex-boyfriend of Esters' was up to no good, and might be out to ruin the wedding. Being adventurers, we were the likely candidates to 'police' the area for any malicious activity. Well, we were all drunk enough to take the job without even asking how much it paid.

That evening, we went out into the shadier districts looking for this 'Elmo Bunster' (the ex was an Elf.) Turns out nobody has seen him or his cohorts for a few days. We did gather that he was an apprentice to Haroon the Mage recently. However, Haroon was out of town.

The wedding did not go well. We staked out the area: me outside, the Bard inside. Cole-tan and the Barbarian went to breakfast with the wedding party. I gave the local bums a few coins to keep me informed of anything odd. One of the bridesmaid's dresses ripped in half, apparently from a reversed mending cantrip. The bard discovered a peephole in the floor, so we both quickly went down there to head off the spellcaster. When we got down there, we saw no sign of anyone, but a tunnel through the sewers. We followed it to no avail, and ruined our good clothes in the process. We quickly replaced our clothes and got the dress fixed. Then, as the wedding was starting, the music was accompanied by some loud and foul singing from outside. The bard cleverly played over it with some much nicer lyrics. Then as the Bride was to say her vows, a ventriloquist put some foul words into her mouth. The Barbarian ferreted out a potential caster of this and stood next to her. The guy sitting behind me produced a Magical Rod and summoned a shark into the middle of the church. He then fired the Rod at me, entangling me in string. I wiggled out of this and shot him with a ray of frost. He went invis after that and got away. We claimed that the shark was to be the fine dinner at the reception.