[DND History] Tairon's Adventure on hard labor

Evening, fire, I and my friend Tairon are sitting, drinking. Tairon in his style drinks tea, and I always liked stronger drinks. Asked him to tell some stories from his adventures. It began here:
(I and T-Tairon):
T- of course my friend! There is a story of the shooting of hard labor here.
I'm fine! Tell me!
T- first you need to know how I got there. Everything happened in the battle with the magician. He was already on the verge and wanted to escape. I wanted to use a teleport, but in the midst of the spell I pierced his head and ..
I- and what ..
T- woke up in some city at the end of my raspira pierced head of a magician. I quickly hid my rapier on a cane, and after me a guard immediately took. Local authorities decided not to understand my business. Immediately sent to hard labor (and apparently not the most honest way). I don’t even know what they did with the corpse, but in rumors they buried somewhere outside the city.
I am! They sent you to hard labor without trial and investigation! And who was this magician at all?
T- my friend! The magician stands a separate story, but this is somehow later. And yes, I was immediately sent to hard labor. Cold place, the mine is inside the mountain, and the entrance to it through the fort, which is surrounded by a river. The head of the hard labor liked my clothes and a cane. Taking himself, he did not even know that it was enchanted ..

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T- oh, forgot to tell! Rapier is hidden on my cane, but tuxedo, trousers and cylinder. They have an interesting property. Unusual enchantment of a gentleman. The owner of a tuxedo, trousers and a cylinder cannot swear, deceive, betray and make evil. But there is an exception! If, for example, without deception, you can’t do a good deed, save a friend or innocent, then this is allowed.
I- and what the benefit of the suit?
T- secretly I will tell you ... The soul of the previous owner is hidden in the clothes. The costume is able to clean and recover itself. If you still pick up, then the recovery will pass faster. In addition, he has good protection. You can't tear it with an ordinary knife.
I understand. So there happened to the head of the hard labor?
T-hah! From a dull swear, he turned into a real gentleman. His assistant was a little surprised even, but did not particularly hide on this. I took advantage of the chance and decided to be in good relations with the boss.
I am to be a rat?
T- no, he already had a pawn on hard labor. I just communicated friendly with him and he answered the same. So we move on to my stay in hard labor. Having connected my charisma, I was able to achieve a good reputation. Then he persuaded an influential prisoner to create a fighting club, in which I became a host. Every evening they carried out battles, and I entertained the people and gained people to escape. I even had assistants: a bear, a wolf, a fox.

I- That is ..?
T- they were called right. Were very good friends. The bear and the wolf fought well in public, but not seriously only to look like an epic battle between sworn rivals. The fox was eyes and ears, reported everything and even helped to find a rat that reported everything to the head of the hard labor. We did nothing with him, just threw false information. Here new faces enter the game.
I- begins the fun.
T- correctly noticed. Fakir (Fire Magician) arrived the first to arrive. He did something to the highest ranks and was exiled to him. I met him when he decided to speak in battle. A company of friends arrived during the battle. Bard, who cut out half of the ship because of some kind of illness there. Priest (or priestess, there was tight with his floor) and a magician (illusionist), they wanted to save a friend, but politely invited inside, and then politely selected things and took it to hard labor. Fakir fought well, but was defeated in a heavy battle. After the battle, I invited me to talk, where I met them and realized that they would be a link in the shoot. The priest turned out to be interesting. His appearance could greatly scare, I even heard the guards shouted with fear, and someone even ran away in horror. He preached the good of some goddess, which in the future will help in plan.
I- and you didn't scare you?
I saw things worse. In addition, in my performance, he did not look terrible. Think burning eyes and horns. Still, 2 legs, 2 hands, like everyone else. Continue. I told how things are. Warned about the rat and only hinted that someone was planning an escape and somehow it is connected with the fighting club. After that we went to bed. Guess who approached them at night?
I am a rat!
T- to the point! He went to the first to Bard, but he drove him off. Then he decided to try good luck with the priest ... How did he yell! The priest was so scared that he woke everyone up with a scream and ran into the depths of the mine. The obstacle in the form of a rat was eliminated. Working days began. Bard offered to perform with songs in a fighting club. The priest began to preach and accept the atonements of prisoners. His reputation quickly rose, and I decided to reveal him to escape plans. The birthday of the head of hard labor was nearing. Perfect time to escape. I suggested that the boss see the performance that I “specially for him” prepared him.
I- he just agreed?
At this point the boss to trust me and this was fixed by the influence of the costume. Of course, his assistant guessed about my plan, but he really wanted to get power, and the rebellion could help this. Having persuaded Fakir and the magician to help, we arranged a performance. I asked the boss to pull the cane forward for the trick and ..
I- what happened? Tell me!
T-flash! Thanks to Fakir! I abruptly pull my rapier from the cane. A few seconds and my boss is hosted. The assistant shouted that he does not care about the hostage and it is better for you to give up.
I am! Fig him!
T- everything was just beginning! I used a bench as a shelter and began to change into my suit.
I- what?! For what?
T- This costume is very valuable to me! There is no sense in the escape without him! And now ... the mess has begun! Fakir sets fires a cart and pushes into the guards, instantly killing one of them. Bard Stan Strina strangled one more, the magician created the illusion of the goddess, who says to fight for his freedom. Prisoners score a guard with stones. The priest, having entered the battle, managed to scare particularly sensitive enemy. I already run in a suit to make holes with my rapier. The assistant escaped at the beginning of the mess. The guard could not stand the onslaught, too, soon fled. The mine was captured!
I- and what about the head of the hard labor?
T- well ... as soon as I returned the costume ... Honestly I wanted to pierce with a rapier, but left it in hostages. It was worth turning away ... Oh ... pulled out a knife, pounced on me, but stumbled on my luck and fell.
Tairon finishes the remnants of tea, looks into an empty cup and apparently thought about something. I decide to ask:
I- you want to finish your story on this?
T- yes my friend. I promise that I will continue in the future, but now I will finish my story before the main action. Good night to you!
I agreed, wished good night and went to bed. Of course, I was torn by a strong desire to find out the continuation of his story, but it was hoped that such an opportunity to appear soon.

The first trial story! Many thanks to the friend Yrug for the party!

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