The next morning we set out for the Bridge District, to return the stolen gem to Raelis Shai at her theater.

She was appreciative, and we learned she and her theater troupe were planar travelers from the City of Sigil. I’ve read of this place! Also known as “The City of Doors”, its considered a sort of nexis by planar travelers. You can get anywhere from the there! I’m sure that’s not literally true, but it seems to be the place where it is closest to being so.

Anyway, the gem we brought to her was a key to their planar travel. Raelis asked for our help, sometimes dangerous beings step through when a planar portal is opened.

“Sure, we can help with that.”

We fought a couple of beasties, imps or something. When a small group came through.

A man claimed to be a bounty hunter, and had come for Raelis and her actors.

Apparently she had written a play that someone took offense to. Well you know, I *said* we would help…

So we followed right after. We stepped into an alien environment, some sort of prison.

We battled both guards and slave thralls, some sort of prisoners (volunteers?). Some of the prisoners wanted to help us, we had apparently walked right into an uproar. Its hard stepping into such an alien setting without knowing the rules! But we quickly decided destroying the guards and freeing the prisoners seemed to be the best course of action.

We learned we would need to neutralize some sort of control orb that secured the prison? This led to fighting quite a few more guards and thralls, until I was face to face with the warden.

“Excuse me Mister Demon Warden Thug sir. We’re friends of the actors. So um, release all your prisoners into our custody and we won’t kill you.”

I may have deliberately phrased that to force a desirable outcome. I’ll need to stop by the Temple of Lathander when we get home to see if that’s a proper and ethical way to deal with a Demon. My instinct is, it doesn’t matter. The Demon will just want to fight whatever I say. And honestly, I’m content to just be done with him.

Raelis had obviously been treated roughly.

But we got here as quickly as we could, and soon enough the whole troupe was free. Raelis and her friends were able to continue their journey home and we were returned back to the theater.

And we were ready to call it a night and stay at the Five Flagons Inn.

We set off in the morning, planning on finishing some business in the city graveyard. We had an unexpected detour.

A ragged and frantic man begged our help. He claimed someone called “Captain Dennis” had refused to pay for “gong lessons” that had been given.

Ummm. Gong lessons?

Imoen asked “Are you Vittorio?” He affirmed he was.
Do you ever feel like you’ve completely missed something?

I directed Vittorio to hold the thought, and asked my sister what was going on. Apparently several days back, Imoen was playing around with some new spells and cast “Limited Wish”. Not really knowing what else to say, she wished for a really different sort of adventure. Immediately after she found a crumpled note to Vittorio from Captain Dennis demanding the return of his gong. The tone was threatening.

Huh. Keldorn interjected it was a sad thing when the powerful think they can threaten the poor and skip out on their debts…
Well obviously we should see if we can sort this out.

We entered a nearby tavern and met with Captain Dennis. He was a little irate! He wanted his mother’s gong returned. …his mother’s gong… I felt a little headache coming on.
As near as I could sort out, Dennis hired Vittorio to teach him play gong. Vittorio had a significant bar tab, and swiped the gong to pay his bills. Dennis’ mother’s gong. Then Vittorio got very drunk and forgot he’d swiped the gong. Some time later, he asked *us* to help him collect on a debt for unpaid gong lessons.
Are we all up to speed? I think I am.

Vittorio now slowly remembers that he sold the gong to a merchant known as Roger the Fence.
We’ve met Roger. He works from the storm sewers under the Temple District. Okay, we’ll look into this.

Imagine Roger’s surprise to have someone come by looking for a gong. Just a couple days after he sold it to a troll named Grae.

Grae was a shaman who lived in the Troll Mound out near Trademeet. Hey, we know the spot!

Naturally, the troll saw us coming and attacked. Always they attack. Soon enough we had her down.

Grae was friendly and cooperative once we introduced ourselves. She said she had sold that gong to an Ogre Mage who lived not too far from here.
We met Drush. He proved to be a friendly sort. And we soon struck a deal to recover the gong.

So we had the gong. Unfortunately, Drush had been using it to clean up after his cow.

Its a funny thing. Is Aerie really the only one of us willing to get her hands dirty?

Really, I’m sure Skie would have been happy to help… Imoen shamed me, she actually really did.

And with that, we were ready to return to Athkatla.

“Really, have you two been sitting there like that for the whole 36 hours we were gone?”
“Dennis, we have your gong. Those are words I never thought I would say.”

Right now, a nice inn sounds very appealing. Tomorrow, we will make another try at the cemetary.

*****

Two very minor adventures. But Captain Dennis’ gong always makes me laugh. And a funny thing, back when BG2 came out I never knew this existed. I think I’d heard there was some little quest you could get from a Limited Wish spell? But I never used the Wish spells much. Until the EEs came along. Then one day I thought “what is this all about?”
Hah. Such a huge game, even more recently I’ve uncovered unknown content (to me). An epic’s epic.

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