Stabuck's Hell Vengeance IC

[Starbuck_II]

The town of Longacre sits just outside the fringes of the Whisperwood. A few lights shine in the streets and windows, and the occasional snippet of conversation or laughter issues from open doors, but here on the outskirts of town, the night is quiet and dark. Sparse clouds scud across the sky, momentarily obscuring the dim light from the moon overhead. Theres a faint wind that blows across the assembled persons backs, then down across a scrubby field that is barely distinguishable under the starry sky, coming to rest before a darkened, fortlike compound hunches in the distance.

The lithe woman points to the Structure in the distance. Cimri. The girl is young, probably in her mid twenties by the looks of things, with a body somewhere between scrawny and wiring. Athletic, but not too athletic. Her face is vaguely almond shaped by wit more hard lines that round edges to it. Theres a crooked smirk her lips, in anticipation of whats about to happen. In one hand she holds her sap. The other grips a dagger firmly pointed at Louslik's Tannery in the distance.

“That’s it—Louslik Tannery. So here’s the job: We break in, sack Ol’ Louslik’s office, take whatever’s shiny, and get out before the sheriff shows up. If we get separated, meet back at the Ash House by dawn.” Dull moonlight glints across her dagger as she flicks it slightly upward in emphasis. “If you get pinched, remember: you’re mute. Keep your mouth shut, and I’ll handle things. I got assurances that we won’t take any blame if things go south. But get chatty and I’ll let you rot.” A beat passes as she maintain the crooked smirk. “If we don’t screw things up, we’ll all be drinking on Razelago’s coin come dawn. Any questions before we do this?”

You've all made prior arrangements with Cimri to do this mission.
If have any questions for him, you will recall the events as answers.

For Garrick Hruska only:

You recall the meeting you had with a representative of Darellus Fex. He told you to help out an employee of his Cimri.

[Athaleon]

"If nothing else, the smell will ensure we don't stick around." Garrick suppressed an uncharacteristic grin. "Public service," he muttered quietly to himself with a chuckle.

[Zhentarim]

Lady Holly Thrune struggled to remember why she agreed to going this crude route rather than using diplomacy. Meanwhile, she blotted her forehead with the sleeve of her ornate silk dress, absentmindedly, albeit carelessly as her mother had thousands of such dresses back at home. It was a hot and humid night, but at least she could see the stars.

[pfm1995]

Niccolo frowned, shifting in his saddle uncomfortably. When he was younger he'd dreamed of all the different careers he wanted to live; none of them had been 'thief'. His stomach rumbled audibly, and his empty coin-purse weighed on his hip. Mammon makes fools of us all.

Dismounting, he wrapped the reins around a nearby tree and nodded to the others. "Lets get started." He starts to trot towards the tannery.

[Starbuck_II]

Lady Holly recalls asking that same question when she met Cimri at the Last Standing Inn. Cimri told her that all she knew was that Louslik wasn't paying his taxes like a good law abiding citizen. She wasn't sure if diplomacy was tried. You are told your pay is likely tied up in what is stolen.

Bring you back to the present, Cimri says, "While I'm all for killing when it needs to be done, but see if you avoid killing a person like Louslik. Lot easier to free ya'll if you get caught that way."

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius gives a grim chuckle at Cimri's last comment. "True. Bodies tend to attract too much attention, even though we are of course simply taking what is due. Everybody talks, gets upset. Really, it is just mess." Despite this, Morvius takes comfort from the familiar weight of his rapier at his hip. Though he had little intention of stabbing someone tonight, it was always good to have the option.

When the man starts walking towards the tannery, Morvius says "Hold on for a second. This place isn't just somewhere to walk into. Louslik is probably awake in there, there are two farmers coming and going all night, and there are dogs about. Just be patient and cautious."

[Zhentarim]

Lady Holly recalls asking that same question when she met Cimri at the Last Standing Inn. Cimri told her that all she knew was that Louslik wasn't paying his taxes like a good law abiding citizen. She wasn't sure if diplomacy was tried. You are told your pay is likely tied up in what is stolen.

Bring you back to the present, Cimri says, "While I'm all for killing when it needs to be done, but see if you avoid killing a person like Louslik. Lot easier to free ya'll if you get caught that way."

"I will be sure to use my saps. It should knock him out cold."

[Athaleon]

"There's an opening in the palisade, near the beam house. Bit of a squeeze, but it saves us a climb, and it's out of their way." Garrick motioned to the complex as though to point out the workers undoubtedly milling about. "I reckon a show of force oughta be enough to get through most of them down there. I have some rope; if anyone has spare rags for gags we can tie up anyone who gets in our way, in case they wake up before we're done."

[Quiver]

A question aboit Cimri; how has she presented hersef to our characters? Is she representing the government, or a "private party" so to speak?

"Louslik can't learn from this if he's dead," Yllada said dryly. ""He'll be left alive."

She didn't bother to add that the idea that the sheriff could do anything to make her speak almost amusing. Yllada doubted that the Longacre constabulary was more persuasive that the Inquisition of Zon-Kuthon.

She followed Garrick's gesture dispassionately. Not disinterested; the dark-haired woman was paying very close attention to what was being said. But Yllada had never been given to extremes of passion, and her expression and body spoke to that.

"Intimidation. Simple enough." Familiar, too; Yllada touch the wicked spiked chain looped at her hip. She was not a stranger to stealth, even if she preferred the thought of marching through the front doors, and taking what was owed.

[Zhentarim]

"I have some masterwork handcuffs with a simple lock on them. That should hold anybody. Of course, I say I should try to whip up a disguise and bluff them down to the townhall. How well do you think I could impersonate the mayor?"

[Starbuck_II]

Crimri represented herself as associated with a private party who is deeply invested in the safety and security of this city. Whomever she said they were, they seemed able to procure documents freeing almost any imprisoned if this mission ends pear shaped.

"I should warn you, a Tannery is not a nice place for a nose. If they have any critters like dogs or dinosaurs," She pauses and laughs ."I'm joking" Cimri says, "{there are only a myth}, feel free to kill then."

With that said, Cimri lopes alongside the rest of you as you make your way towards the gap in the palisade that Garrick has pointed out. Now would most certainly be the time to cover your noses.

"So, unless one of you has a better plan, I say we take this little gap." Cimri draws her own sap, "while I'd prefer my dagger, this will be more efficient."

OCC:

Ffeel free to make stealth checks as you go either in gap or around palisades in to avoid the possible guard dogs detecting you right away. While the smell will hide your scent, they can still hear or see you.


Also, anyone going inside has to make a DC 12 fortitude save to avoid being sickened by the stench. Those who cover their noses with a mask, handkerchief, or similar item gain a +2 circumstance bonus on the saving throw. Failure results in being nauseated for one round then sickened for the next minute as you acclimate to the smell of the tannery.


Due to all your information pooled together: You can make this mental image of it.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1PZDfSfsbM6T6JPqI83zA0eF2lESOy2Ut-wjnauprp3Q/edit?usp=sharing

[pfm1995]

Unsuccessfully fighting the urge to dry-heave, Niccolo fumbles around in his pack and pulls out an oil-soaked rag he uses to clean his sword. He ties it around his mouth and nose before turning sideways and squeezing through the gap in the palisade.


Fortitude: [roll0]
Stealth: [roll1]

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius pulls a handkerchief out of his rear pocket and ties it around his face, quite glad he hadn't brought anything finer than the ragged cotton. He'd have to burn all of his clothing after this. The scent from the tannery was awful, and it would no doubt imbue itself permanently in anything brought inside. He'd no doubt have to scrub his weapons thoroughly just to feel like they were clean again. He draws his rapier and steps in behind Niccolo.

Fortitude: [roll0]
Stealth: [roll1]

[Quiver]

The tannery reeked. She hadn't expected quite so overpowering an odour; or, at least, not this kind of overpowering odour.

Yllada turned up her nose, and pressed a gloved hand against her face. She was regretting coming full-armored, or at least bereft of a coat or a scarf.

Either way, she followed the others. She didn't bother to unhook the weapon dangling at her waist; she trusted herself to be able to draw it quickly enough, if it was needed.



Fortitude [roll0]
Stealth [roll1]

[Zhentarim]

"Come, now, Idiot. Give your Lady your shirt or you will get another flogging."

Lady Holly Thrune's 70 year old halfling slave came forward. He had been renamed Idiot since his master found it amusing. As the old slave removed his shirt, scars could be seen all along his back--due to frequent lashings by the cat-o-nine-tails in his youth.

Holly remembered the smell she saw earlier when snooping around, and shuddered. Not this time, she thought, as she wrapped the slave's shirt around her mouth and nose.

"That is a good slave. As a reward, you will not be punished when we arrive home."

The old slave's shirt smelled like sweat and dirt, but it was preferable to the smell in the tannery. Lady Holly and Idiot went forward, and each braced themselves.

Lady Holly:
[roll0]

Slave Idiot
[roll1]

As they walked, Lady Holly went ahead and grabbed both of her Saps. She decided to have them already drawn, just in case.

[Zhentarim]

Lady Holly:


Slave Idiot
1d20+8[/roll]

[Starbuck_II]

The stench:

Niccolo and Garrick is nauseated 1 rd then sickened 1 minute.
Morvius, Lady Holly, and Yllada were sturdier.

The place smells like someone took a poop, covered it in pee, then vomited all over it. Twice.


OCC: Please note if you are going to the tannery office (to the left) right away or exploring the building (south).

Yllada and Idiot made a little bit of noise, accidently kicking a loose board on the ground. In the distance you hear a bark. And the three of you can see 2 small puppies near the stench pits. They seem to be looking for the noise, unsuccessfully, but they are aroused.

Map:
D 1, D2 are puppies.
N: Niccolo
M: Morvius
Y: Yllada
H: Lady Holly
I: Idiot
G: Garrick

[Athaleon]

Garrick grimaced as they neared the tannery. The places had a reputation but he'd never been this close to one, and the shirt he'd wrapped around his head (to cover his face as much as to dampen the smell) did nothing to help. How do the dogs put up with this? he wondered. He had his long spear in hand, he had nowhere else to stow it after all, but he planned to use it only as a last resort. His fists and boots would do for these yokels, he was sure.

The smell was overpowering as he reached the gap, and he had to lean heavily on his spear as he tried not to make any coughing or gagging noises.

Speaking of dogs, it'd be hard to get past them without being spotted. Once Garrick was through the gap, he reached into a pouch and hurled a chunk of dried meat over the dogs to the far side of the yard. Then he signaled the others to make for the office.


Fortitude: [roll0]

Edit: Natural 1. That's what I get for writing out a post before rolling to save-or-suck.

Not sure what the rules are on just throwing an object (in this case, a bit of Trail Rations). Trying for M19 or so, Ranged attack roll if needed: [roll1]

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak is not impressed with the task at hand and as such has been largely silent. He moves with the group mace and shield in hand.


Stealth [roll0]
Fort save[roll1]

[Starbuck_II]

Kyronak smells the combination of an outhouse in the heat of summer. He is gagging a bit. Due to that tripped over Idiot, who was at fault, being a slave. Idiot apologizes.

Map:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1PZDfSfsbM6T6JPqI83zA0eF2lESOy2Ut-wjnauprp3Q/edit#gid=0

Dogs are barking more now. A loud woof is hard by the door, still sleepy, it hasn't yet noticed you, but Abbie, the main guard dog has made her presence known. Cimri comments, "one of youse better act fast before they find us."

Suddenly, the creek of the gate is heard, there maybe visitors soon.

Cimri's rolls and some more stuff:

Fort: [roll0], +2 was from her haankerchief
Stealth: [roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak rises and heads to the dog, ready to silence it permanently.

[Zhentarim]

Holly steps forward to get in range and casts Ghost Sound:

The sound of a mewing cat is heard briefly inside the muck pit nearest the dogs, hopefully drawing their attention.

[pfm1995]

Wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, Niccolo hears the puppies turn and start barking at the refuse pit. Hoping the larger guard-dog has turned as well, Niccolo makes a break for the door of the storehouse.

Wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, Niccolo hears the puppies barking furiously and the gate creaking. Moving as fast as he can, he uses the corner of the palisade and the main building to try and climb up onto the roof.

Climb:[roll]1d20+2

[pfm1995]

I said Climb: [roll0]
Edit: Well, that went about as well as expects. He'll be trying that again next round, assuming he tried it the first time around.

[Starbuck_II]

The dogs including Abbie move to investigate the sounds.

Map: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1PZDfSfsbM6T6JPqI83zA0eF2lESOy2Ut-wjnauprp3Q/edit#gid=0


By the Gate a wagon filled with clay pots if seen, the two farmers can't see yet as they slowly pushing it forward each round.

Edit: Kyronak didn't charge.
Niccolo moves toward the door to office. It looks pretty sturdy.

[Zhentarim]

Lady Holly contemplated her next move as she watched Niccolo run for the store house. She held back a chuckle as she imagined the shop owner with a mouth full of tanning fluid.

[pfm1995]

Cursing his luck, Niccolo (moving quickly, though not running) tries to make it to the storehouse door before the farmers can see him.

[Space Lawyer]

As the dogs go to investigate, Morvius crouches and scuttles to the office door. He takes a set of lockpicks out of his belt and begins to work on the lock. Hopefully he can get it opened before the old farmers make it through the gate. It certainly would be a shame to have to kill them.

Disable Device:[roll0]

[Starbuck_II]

With both Morvius and Niccolo by the office, Morvius fiddles with his lock but sadly the door stays locked. Although, Morvius thinks he almost made it.

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak heads towards the door to see if he can help.

If they can't open it, he will use his strength to do so.
Strength roll[roll0]

[Quiver]

Yllada's eyes tightened critically at the sight of the scars on Idiot's back. Or -not at the scars- at the casual and off-hand manner of Holly's. Speech.

It might have been odd, for an inquisitor -which, in Yllada's case, was vrually a polite way of saying torturer- to disparage the use of pain. But Holly's words struck Yllada as those of a spoiled and petulant child. Her lip tightened to a rough line, her hand almost reaching for the chain...

But, no. Even if Holly Thrune was in need of disciplining, a midnight adventure was hardly the right time to do it. Instead, Yllada settled for simply glowering at the child...

Enough that she disn't notice stepping on the board until it was too late. It wasfortunate -if ironic- that Lady Thrune was the one to take control of that situation.

Morvius and the others began picking at the locks of the door. Between the low light and the farmers age, they didn't appear to have been spotted. Nit yet, anyway.

"Morvius." She knelt behind the noble, squeezing his shoulder. "Is there a problem?"

Using Guidance on Morvius.

If the farmers see us before we get inside, ging to try and intimidate them into silence. I'm a fully armoured chick with a spiked chain in the middle of the night. Tat should strike some fear into the elderly.

[roll0]

[Space Lawyer]

"No, no, we're good. This lock is just proving . . . a bit tricky." Morvius takes a steadying breath. The lock suddenly seems a bit simpler with Yllada's reassurance. Morvius goes at it again, calm and steady.

Just taking 10 this time, giving me a 17 with Guidance.

[Starbuck_II]

The lock opens easily this time. The dogs are still sniffing the ground and peering into the pits to find the cat's cry.
You are all standing in front of a unlocked door. Do any dare go in?

The farmers are still slowly pushing their cart unable to see you.

[Zhentarim]

Lady Holly Thrune moves towards the door quietly, trying not to draw any more attention to herself. She saw Yllada's gaze and shot back with fiery eyes. She assessed the slowly approaching farmers. She wanted to slow them down even more if possible before following the others inside. She could put something in the cart's path with mage hand. Unfortunately, she was out of range. Silently cursing, she readjusted her makeshift mask, and stood behind the others, ready to follow them once they entered. She gestured for Idiot to follow. Before entering with the others, however, she made a quick glance around the room to note if there was anything important she could take with Mage Hand.

[roll0]

[Athaleon]

Though he was still reeling from the stench, Garrick moved up to enter the building—to be the first through the door if need be—and signaled the others to do the same. They couldn't afford to spend any more time out here.

[Starbuck_II]

Several antique tanning tools and a pair of patterned leather tapestries decorate the walls of this small, rustic office. A well-gnawed pig’s foot lies in the corner.

With Lady Holly's sight, she quickly grabs a small antique knife with her mage hand and brings it to her. This attracts the attention of the resident inside out of sight. As she does this, Garrick moves beside the others while still mildly ill from the stench.

"What the!"

Map: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1PZDfSfsbM6T6JPqI83zA0eF2lESOy2Ut-wjnauprp3Q/edit#gid=0

L: Louslik is in his office.

[Space Lawyer]

"Damn it!" Morvius hisses. "Maybe try not to be completely obvious next time, you foolish Thrune." Who came to a heist in a silk dress but a naive noble?

Morvius swallows a shielding potion from his belt, just in case Lousilk decided to do something violent. He then steps inside; the time for stealth was apparently over. "Mr. Lousilk, we've come to collect your back taxes. We've no wish to harm you, and would in fact prefer not to. Now, would you mind letting us proceed in a friendly manner?"

Diplomacy:[roll0]
Inspiration:[roll1]
Bluff (if he isn't convinced we're legitimate): [roll2]

Soooo, friendly but totally convinced we're not legit? Or just ignore the bluff :smallbiggrin:?

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak moves up beside Morvius, moving his mace in a menacing manner.
He grins, "I am most assured that you would prefer this to not become violent."

Intimidation [roll0] if he can to assist (+2) Morvius. (Good cop, bad cop)

[Zhentarim]

Both Saps in hand; she levitates the knife over to her slave. "Hold this."

As soon as Holly makes it inside the room, she begins a Bardic Performance the people at the college called "Fast Talk" which confers a +1 DC to charm and illusion spells, and another +1 for every 5 levels you advance beyond level 1:

"Mr. Lousilk, you know we can be good friends if you just hand over the dough. Real good friends!"

1/9

[pfm1995]

Hmph. 'Friends' and 'Not Violent'. This man should feel grateful he still has his hands. Niccolo steps to the side, letting everyone else move in first and locking the door firmly behind him after he steps inside.

Looking up and seeing the farmers staring at them, Niccolo trots over to them and does his best to seem friendly. "I'm sorry; I didn't realize there were so few of you. Can I help?"

Diplomacy, if it's necessary: [roll0]

[Starbuck_II]

Now, wait, just a minute... you come here sneaking in the middle of the night... And you are here for my back taxes? Even if I did owe any And I doubt you have proof. Why shouldn't I trust you are thieves here to pilfer? Louslik says as his crossbow still lays at his hip in his hand not yet willing to attack due to the diplomacy check.

Then he brings his crossbow up, aimed at your feet, ready to shoot, but not yet attacking, as he seems calmed:
And second, didn't I just see one of you steal one my grandfather's tanning knives?"

Back at the farmers:
"Whoa, I didn't remember Mr. Louslik mentioned we had visitors, I'd have cleaned up, first, put her there." One of the farmers brings his hand forward to shake Niccolo's hand. The "dirt" covered his overall. At least you think it is dirt.

Map: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1PZDfSfsbM6T6JPqI83zA0eF2lESOy2Ut-wjnauprp3Q/edit#gid=0

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius shrugs. "Would you have rather we come in the middle of the day, when all your workers and customers are about. We came in quietly so as not to cause you undue embarrassment. If we were mere thieves, would we have bothered talking to you? No, we would have simple stolen what we could and ran away. As for the knife, well, sometimes people get violently upset over the issue of taxation. Give him back his knife, wouldn't you, miss?"

[Zhentarim]

Morvius shrugs. "Would you have rather we come in the middle of the day, when all your workers and customers are about. We came in quietly so as not to cause you undue embarrassment. If we were mere thieves, would we have bothered talking to you? No, we would have simple stolen what we could and ran away. As for the knife, well, sometimes people get violently upset over the issue of taxation. Give him back his knife, wouldn't you, miss?"

Holly continued her fast talk, stepping to the front of the group. She put down her saps, and personally handed the knife Idiot was holding to the suspect.

"Yessir, yessir! We are your buddies, see! I just had to make sure nothing happened with this knife."


After this, she stepped back a few feet, as the man unnerved her, but she stayed relatively close. She continued babbling inanities to keep his guard done while she readied the spell Charm Person, in case he attacked.

Performance Rounds Used: 2/9

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak raises his shield and begins to move forward.

"I think we can dispense with the niceties. I don't think anyone is convincing anyone of anything, except that you are one person with one crossbow and we are much more and you don't want this to become a fight, because you will suffer."

[Starbuck_II]

Louslik laughs at Kyronak. "Move any closer and this talks stop, and the killing begins. I was in the war. Yeah, my side lost, but I've been itching to fight ever since that day. Haven't lost the old touch I bet. I wasn't some little weakling. I was a trained soldier. I might die, but I'll take at least two or three of you kids with me."

He readies and aims his crossbow. "Now, we were talking. Just give me a minute to think... I was going to pay eventually... I just needed time. How about you go ask for an extension, like one week." Louslik says straining to think.

[pfm1995]

Back at the farmers:
"Whoa, I didn't remember Mr. Louslik mentioned we had visitors, I'd have cleaned up, first, put her there." One of the farmers brings his hand forward to shake Niccolo's hand. The "dirt" covered his overall. At least you think it is dirt.

Niccolo shakes the man's hand, fighting to hide a grimace. He moves to the back of the cart and helps push it, talking as he works. "No need to get cleaned up on my account, just be careful who sees you. I'm passing through town with a noblewoman; she's in terrorizing the owner." He smiles. "Better than her terrorizing us. Speaking of, we'd best get this done and get you gone before she unloads on you folks. She's already in a piss-poor mood from having to visit a tannery."

[Space Lawyer]

"Sorry, Mr. Lousilk, but I think we both know we can't do that. Now, I've gone to a lot of trouble to do this the friendly way. As you might have guessed, my, ah, less subtle companions were of the opinion that we should do things the loud and messy way to make a point. Now, we've got a job to do, and it would be much easier for everyone involved if we just did it my way. So, how about you lower the crossbow, I take a look at your books at confirm how much you owe, and we get this done easily instead of with all the unnecessary bloodshed and screaming?"

[Zhentarim]

Sensing Hostilities were inevitable, Holly, still holding her Saps in hand and engaged in Fast Talk, let fly her Charm Person, with the crossbow wielding Lousilk as its target. She held her saps with white knuckles as she prayed to Asmodeus the charm would take.

Continue Bardic Performance (3/9)
Cast Charm Person on Lousilk

[Quiver]

Enough of the party went inside to terrorize Louslik; someone had to watch the exit. Even if it was just guarding it from a pair of farmers putting their noses where hey didn't belong.

'Like a tannery' Yllada mentally added, wrinkling her nose with distaste. It probably smelt better inside...but no doubt Morvius and the others would be better able to part the fool from his pennies without the grim inquisitor looming over the proceedings.

Payment. Louslik was being shown a leniancy that would be near unhead of in Nidal. It made Ylada ill at ease.

As did the approaching farmers, though Niccolo seemed to have them well in hand. Pushing their cart for them was a deft touch -and an impressive feat; she hadn't thought the man so strong. She approved of it- even if the banter which he struck up seemed superfluous.

That might have been her own nature speaking, of course. Yllada had never been comfortable with crowds, with speech. She preferred silence, and action.

She kept vigil at the door, in case things inside escalated, or unwanted attention arrived seeking entry.

[Zhentarim]

After the successful charm, Holly relaxed. "Look, buddy, I'm sure we can come to the understanding that we need the money and you need the business. Its nothing personal--we collect taxes from everybody so we can be sure to make Cheliax great again! I say let us in your safe and let us take what we need, and I'll promote your business at the Hell Rally I'm hosting next week. Also, if you could spare that knife for a friend, I'd appreciate it."

Holly reached out her hand and smiled, a sparkle in her eye. So far, so good she thought.

[roll0]

[Starbuck_II]

Louslik starts putting his weapon away on his back, "I don't know why I felt like fighting. Sure, you can keep the knife, it looks good on that man my Lady. " He motions to Idiot.

"Okay, I keep cash in this lockbox, a safe is less mobile, but harder to hide. Careful, it weights 20 pounds. And here is the key." Louslik hands it to Lady Holly, his new best friend.

"Tell your friends, Louslik needs the business, I have the finest leather in all of Longacre."

Cimri replies, " I didn't think we'd actually pull this off nonlethal like. We should head to the Ash House, our employer awaits".

She starts to leave heading to the Ash House.

[Quiver]

No screams for help, and no cries from guards arriving at an inopportune moment. Those should have been good things; more people getting involved would have been messy and inexpedient.

But...Yllada couldn't quite shake that discomforting feel. Enforcing the law should have meant more than back pay. The price should have been extracted in more than just coin. If she had had her way..

"Are we done here," she asked the negotiators as they exited the building. She glanced inside, and the sight of the unharmed, bemusedly content Lousli made her frown tighten.
Definitely not how she would prefer things...

[Starbuck_II]

(you can post your actions prior to this if you want. Just setting up the next place)

What remains of this manor looks like it could collapse at any moment. Bearing the scars of a decades-old fire, the house is blackened and sags under the weight of its collapsed third floor. Shattered windows pose no barrier to the riot of ivy scaling each gable and invading every cavity. Bent pillars and a cracked granite porch lead to a warped door bearing a rusty doorknocker shaped like a boar’s head.

When you eventually follow Cimri to the Ash House, "Good job chaps, that was fun. Now for our reward. Follow me to the office upstairs where our employer awaits." She climbs through the broken window rather mess with the door and waits for you inside on other side.

[pfm1995]

Seeing the door to the offices open, Niccolo jogs over and motions that everyone should leave by the front gate. He, too, isn't smiling at the lack of punishment but knows it isn't his place to question. He tips the farmers a brief nod on the way out. Politeness costs nothing, and we may wind up seeing them again.

Arriving at the Ash House, he once again loosely ties his horse before entering. He follows Cimri through the window, stepping gingerly and staying near the walls for fear of the floor collapsing under him. While he does, he thinks. What kind of authority conducts itself out of a place like this? Either they are unsure of their power or, worse, they are illegitimate. Questions need to be asked.

[Zhentarim]

Lady Holly put her Saps away and graciously accepted the lockbox and its key. Before setting off, she makes a final request of Louslik.

"Would you consider swearing your undying allegiance to Asmodeus? I mean, to become a devout agent of his will?"

[roll0]

Regardless of whether or not he converted, Lady Holly tried to recall something about Louslik she could use later.

[roll1]

Upon seeing the Ash House, Holly said "What a dump this place is. Somebody remind me to commission a painter and an engineer to refurbish this place!"Nonetheless, she followed the others inside. As she trudged up the creaking, dirty steps of the building, she tried to recall that book on local lore she researched before coming here that talked about what happened to this place.

[roll2]

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius shakes his head at the Thrune's actions. First she uses magic, and then tries to convert him while under spell. He hisses at her "In about an hour, your magic is going to wear off, and he is going to realize exactly what happened, and go screaming about it all over town. Fool." He tightens his grip on his rapier, considering the possibility of ending a likely source of future difficulties right then, but then relaxes as he realizes the vapid noble's death could likely be much more useful at a later time.



Morvius just shakes his head yet again, and follows Cimri through the window. He was going to need the services of an outrageously expensive masseuse after this was done.

[Athaleon]

Garrick was too busy trying not to vomit to say anything throughout the proceedings. He considered threatening the man with his spear and the greater numbers, but the high society lady broke the impasse with a single spell. So that's why she came along. And then, of course, she tried to play the missionary right afterwards. Garrick didn't even bother to gainsay her, as he simply departed with the others. He was not an especially fastidious man but the sooner he could be out of these clothes and into a scalding bath, the better.

[Starbuck_II]

Back at the Tannery:
"No, I appreciate the offer, but I still serve my sword lady. Asmodeus always seemed too much of a jerk. At least all I've heard of him."

Lady Holly

Louslik serves the goddess Imodedae as rumors go.


Back at the Ash House:
Lady Holly

Supposedly, witches and witchfires attacked the building. In return for staying neutral in the wars. Whether, this is a myth or not, is unknown.



Inside:
Pieces of battered furniture lie here amid the choking scent of dust and ashes. Beneath a mantle crowded with empty whiskey bottles, the fireplace shows evidence of recent use. The scorched, broken visages of curious cherubs leer from atop archways leading deeper into the house.

"Bit of a mess, my employer's been letting me sleep here. Luckily, he hasn't saw it I hope. I'll clean up later." Cimri says as she scratches the back of her head chuckling.
"Come on, let us go upstairs. Come on, don't dawdle here. He'll want to know all about out success and give us our rewards."

[Zhentarim]

"You know, I read about this place in the bardic college. The legend is that this building was burned witches when it failed to support MY house by foolishly deciding to remain neutral. It just shows the dark prince's order is inevitable and we ought best convert those of lesser faiths while we can. It curries favor in Hell. Now, I must excuse myself to the powder room. That tannery was DREADFUL. A hot bath and some tea is in order to celebrate our successful mission. IDIOT, PREPARE TO DRAW THE BATHWATER!"

With this, Lady Holly waited expectantly for her reward for being the star of the show at the tannery. A nice, bright red would do well on these walls, she thought.

[Starbuck_II]

"Well, I'm sorry to inform you, but both baths are currently blocked off. The upstairs one is blocked when the third floor fell. That was the nicest I've been told: the Master Bath. And the bottom floor, both baths could be usable if we removed a few fallen beams, but that can wait, I think. I'm sure he'll forgive the stench, he sent us after all." Cimri says motion for everyone to come upstairs as he start climbing.

[pfm1995]

Still following close behind Cimri, Niccolo is very careful to maintain a neutral expression. His shoulder had started to ache, deep in the muscle abutting the bone. What kind of teachers did this noble have, that she never learned business before pleasure? Was she never beaten? Or was she beaten too frequently? He shrugged, trying to relieve the tension. Angel in Hell, help me focus on the task at hand.

[Quiver]

Yllada always had something of a dour face, but there was something in the expression that expressed particular disapproval as they approached the Ash House.

'In through a window like rats,' she thought sourly, after relieving a criminal of his pennies.'

She liked the sitation she had found herself in less and less. She doubted she was the only one.

That man who had helped the farmers. Yllada disapproved of the leniency shown to Louslik -if he was to pay for his crime, let it be exacted by the lashings of the chain- but the mercy shown to his employees? That had been unexpected.

And the expression he wore approaching the house; that was far too even to be a natural reaction. She had to get his name; he was interesting indeed.

Cimri, she eyed evenly as they moved through the house. Yllada was getting the impression that this expedition had been less than legal. If that were the case...well. Zon-Kuthon would have his due of flesh and blood.

[Zhentarim]

Holly screeched like a banshee, "Idiot, this man looks tense. Do that massage thing I told you if he accepts it. It might lighten his mood a bit." Reaching the top of the staircase, Lady Holly let out a yawn. "Well, I'm anxious to see this man. With such drab decor, he needs somebody like me to lighten his day. I have the perfect silk curtains back at my mom's place that would go great with this charred wood look the floors have!"

The slave toddled up to Nicco once they reached the top of the staircase, "Massage, Sir?" The slave stood by in a submissive stance, awaiting a reply.

[roll0]

Meanwhile, Holly twirled a piece of wood with mage hand, as if she had no care in the world.

[Athaleon]

Garrick followed on, a little surprised by the circumstances but not exactly shocked either. He couldn't take this job's motivations at face value, that was plain, but he'd known minor nobility to have their fingers in this sort of racket before. Unscrupulous men who wanted tighter control of markets, or those in desperate debt who needed a new, non-taxable revenue stream. Westcrown used to be full of them, probably still was. Not that any of this mattered to Garrick; he'd no choice but to follow along.

[pfm1995]

"No. The ministrations of the Sisters of the Golden Erynes" - he says the name with an automatic reverence - "are far beyond your ability to heal. Nor would I want you to if you could; they remind me of a lesson well learned." He shifts his attention back to Holly. "Thank you, lady, for the offer. This wood does not only look burnt; I fear for this buildings stability. For your own safety you may wish to stay near the walls."

[Starbuck_II]

When you follow to top of stairs and turn into nearest room:
Toppled bookshelves, a table, and some chairs half-covered in ivy suggest this room was once a library. The ashes and pulp of burned, waterlogged books lay heaped amid fallen furniture, creating a large nest of sorts against one wall. A set of folding paper screens divides the room. A lantern flickers on the opposite side, projecting the silhouette of a desk and high-backed chair upon the thin paper.

You immediately notice a strange creature dozing in the nest of book pulp. The creature lifts her head with suspicion as the strangers enter.
Knowledge (arcane) DC 15

The krenshar is a strange creature that resembles a large but earless hunting cat, save that it can retract the fur and skin on its face to reveal the glistening skull and musculature underneath.


At the same time the light behind the paper screen slowly intensifies, casting the stark silhouette of a bald
figure seated at a desk upon the divider. After a moment of slow shuffling, a high-pitched voice, sounding as though
it could belong to someone either very young or very old, wheezes from behind the screen: “Cimri. Is it done?”

Cimri answers, "Yes, Sir, here you go, " Puts lock box with key on table nearby. "You should have seen it, sir. These folks pulled of the mission with the stealth of a ninja, " She winks at the team. " This Lady Holly, here, casts a spell to distract them dogs. Yllada unlocked the door. Niccolo here kept the farmers busy. Then through a little more magic and smart talking they made him give up the box. No fighting at all. We hired the right team if I say so myself, sir."
Throughout the speech, occasionally, the man behind the screen nods.

Excellent. You’ve done well, Cimri, and your associates sound like individuals of rare potential. You’ll all find your payment waiting in the parlor below, along with a gift for each of you. Go, enjoy, celebrate. You deserve a reward for your impressive work. We’ll talk more in the near future. I am Razelago in case Cimri forgot to mention.”

Cimri starts walking to the door with a smile on her face.
You may ask any questions of your choice or follow her down to have your treats/gift.

[Zhentarim]

When you follow to top of stairs and turn into nearest room:
Toppled bookshelves, a table, and some chairs half-covered in ivy suggest this room was once a library. The ashes and pulp of burned, waterlogged books lay heaped amid fallen furniture, creating a large nest of sorts against one wall. A set of folding paper screens divides the room. A lantern flickers on the opposite side, projecting the silhouette of a desk and high-backed chair upon the thin paper.

You immediately notice a strange creature dozing in the nest of book pulp. The creature lifts her head with suspicion as the strangers enter.
Knowledge (arcane) DC 15

The krenshar is a strange creature that resembles a large but earless hunting cat, save that it can retract the fur and skin on its face to reveal the glistening skull and musculature underneath.


At the same time the light behind the paper screen slowly intensifies, casting the stark silhouette of a bald
figure seated at a desk upon the divider. After a moment of slow shuffling, a high-pitched voice, sounding as though
it could belong to someone either very young or very old, wheezes from behind the screen: “Cimri. Is it done?”

Cimri answers, "Yes, Sir, here you go, " Puts lock box with key on table nearby. "You should have seen it, sir. These folks pulled of the mission with the stealth of a ninja, " She winks at the team. " This Lady Holly, here, casts a spell to distract them dogs. Yllada unlocked the door. Niccolo here kept the farmers busy. Then through a little more magic and smart talking they made him give up the box. No fighting at all. We hired the right team if I say so myself, sir."
Throughout the speech, occasionally, the man behind the screen nods.

Excellent. You’ve done well, Cimri, and your associates sound like individuals of rare potential. You’ll all find your payment waiting in the parlor below, along with a gift for each of you. Go, enjoy, celebrate. You deserve a reward for your impressive work. We’ll talk more in the near future. I am Razelago in case Cimri forgot to mention.”

Cimri starts walking to the door with a smile on her face.
You may ask any questions of your choice or follow her down to have your treats/gift.

After her massage request was turned down, she turned her attention to the strange cat creature. After studying it a moment, she decided she didn't know what it was. Turning to the mysterious man behind the curtain, she asked in her more respectful tone, "What is your name, Sir, and why do you hide your face?"

[Quiver]

A...cat? Yllada dismissed it, focusing instead upon the paper screen. And if she hadn't already seemed displeased with the events of the evening, there was no mistaking it now.

Razelago. With all the effort he was going to to conceal his face, the Inquisitor doubted that was his real name.

"Why did you target Louslik." Not a question, exactly; more a flat tone demand. Yllada folded her arms, staring, as if that would be enough to pierce the paper screen.

"If you have authority in Longacre, and it was about taxes, why not just have him flogged? Why hire people to break into his business at night?"

She resisted the urge to grind her teeth, barely. Morvius, and Holly, and Razelago. The Cheliax were fond of their words and subtle intrigues. A consequance of Asmodeus, no doubt. In Nidal, that evasion would be frowned upon.

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius idly spins a dagger in his hand. He waited for the posed questions to receive answers. If this Razelago was in a forthcoming mood, then there would be some useful information. If not, well, then the others would be the ones receiving whatever punishment Razelago had in mind. Either way, it would be interesting.

[Starbuck_II]

After Holly finishes her question, Razelago sighs, "I believe I told you my name. Razelago. I'm cautious. These are sensitive times. And I still don't know you. If your work keeps being profitable, I will trust you enough to see my face."

When he hears Yllada more sensible question, " Why indeed, despite the fact that I'm sure he admitted he owed taxes. I needed him made an example of. His opinions are not to my liking. He'd oppose the cooperation I'd like to see among the town. I'd prefer that his influence weakened -- and no one trusts a poor man. I'm glad you didn't kill him... yet. That time may happen. And flogging a man has happenstance to cause martyrs. I'd rather avoid that in these sensitive times. "
OCC

Don't forget you may roll Sense Motive to see how honest he is being.


"Now, then, go collect your reward. " Razelago insists. You can tell he is starting to tire of questions.

[Quiver]

Martyrdom. Yllada grimmaced, openly and with distaste.

Even in Nidal, there were some who saw the allure of that. Uncommon, unlikely...but never unheard of. There were always those too willfully ignorant to embrace change, and equally willful fools willing to follow them.

"I'd have preferred he pay in more than coin," she admitted, "but fine. He admitted to fraud."

How much more might he have admitted, had he been subject to the torturers touch? Still, it sounded as if this Razelago was more than a mere crime boss; his precautions alone said as much. And if he were intent on rooting out the corrupt of Longacre, well, that was a goal worth pursuing.

Either way, the inquisitor concede to the masked man...for the moment, and followed Cimri.

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak listens stoically to the man in the mask and the others as well and in time speaks his mind.

"I am concerned about your goals. Why did this man need to be made an example of? Why is his opinions being not to your liking significant? I .. have been the victim of such things without justification and would like to know I serve something more."

[Athaleon]

Garrick listened patiently, and with genuine interest, but he was getting concerned about his companions' constant prying. No one involved in shady activities liked people who asked too many questions. Nevertheless, while others were asking, he'd hear out the answers and mull them over.


Sense Motive: [roll0]

[Zhentarim]

"Its been a long day, Mr. Razelago. I had a temporary lapse of attention. I will be more awake tomorrow. I look forward to shaking your hand, soon."

Call it a wild guess, but Holly had a feeling Razelago was not human. She suspected he was an extraplanar being, in fact. With only a voice to go on, she couldn't be sure. Devils do not lie, so she could test at least one type of outsider. She waited until the others left.

"Before I go, sir, I want to know if you are a full-blooded human. I promise you I will not tell the others if you are not. I keep my word."

She hoped the man would not be offended.


Diplomacy
[roll0]

Knowledge (Planes)
[roll1]



After hearing the answer, Holly went down to see what her reward was. Hopefully it was something that would help her be a better party face.

[pfm1995]

An example? Well, perhaps the noble's spell was what was needed after all. Still, it but trims the branches on a poisonous tree. He notices the ivy covering the chairs and walls. Heh. Clever.

Satisfied for now, he turns without a word and follows Cimri down the stairs. It's only later that he realizes the man never explicitly said whom he serves.

[Starbuck_II]

Garrick

You are sure, he isn't being dishonest. He is being very careful how he words every sentence though.


Toward Kyronak, Razelago states this" I could tell you, but we are just starting our building of trust. I promise do more mission and I'll reveal more. Nothing I ask will require harm to befall you. But I'll mention, of Louslik, I discovered he associated with known vigilantes who speak of sedition against the our way of life and Queen. I have yet to act directly against them. I was weakening them this way. I hope that answer will do for now. I know of your past, I'm sorry they misjudge you."


Toward Lady Holly after the rest leaves, the figure behind the sheet puts one hand on his chin, "I hope, one day we can try that. I cannot jeopardizes my figure. I want to trust, but I've been betrayed in the past. Maybe after more missions are done, we can bloom more goodwill."

Downstairs:
Cimri is the first down stairs and exclaims, "Holy Mackerel, pardon me, look at all this banquet. Guys, we got the goods. And over there, seems to be chest on that table. Anyone want to eat first or get our pay first?"

While there is the chest, it is not alone included in the ground floor is eight bottles of a fine Wiscrani barbera wine, several loaves of fresh bread, garlic-flavored butter, and a variety of smoked fish and boar’s meat. It’s a veritable feast, and among the best food Cimri—and likely many of the PCs—have ever had in their lives.

Even the kitchen, which was unlooked at in Cimri's rush for everyone to go upstairs, while still burned texture in the wood: it has tea pots, cutery, and other odd and ends expected in a kitchen. Lady Holy could probably even make that tea she wanted.

The bathrooms are still blocked by debris (1 hour to clear ground floor) while another to cleave Master bath, if any of you were inclined.

[Zhentarim]

Holly decided to make the tea she wanted earlier. It had been a long day, and the reek of the tannery hung on her silk clothes. She called to the others, "I'm going to have that tea now, and I'd like to eat before opening the chest. Let us feast and be marry, for life is short and there are good things to enjoy!" The food looked delicious, and she was starving. After boiling the tea, she added sugar until it could not hold any more, then sat down with the others. She grabbed a small glass of wine in addition to a glass for the hot tea, and loaded up her plate with a little bit of everything. Holly's plan was to begin work on clearing the bathrooms as soon as she received her payment. She was distasteful of the idea that she had to get her hands dirty, but she loved baths. She would get the slave to aid her, and possibly one of the bigger men.

[Athaleon]

"Why not? Nothing wrong with a little bonus for a job well done. The paychest isn't going anywhere. How long are we based out of here, anyways? Think it's worth clearing rubble and fixing the place up a little?" Garrick decided he could clear rubble and take his bath later. He wanted in on this feast before it was all gone. "Never even had to lay hands on anyone. What kind of spell does that? Turns foe into friend?" He already had a boar chop on his plate and was busy buttering a chunk of bread.

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

It is with a heavy heart that Kyronak heads to the door. The answers given did not help him understand if he was on the right course. Arbitrary justice was what caused him to change his path and now he was unsure if this was the path he should be on.

[Quiver]

Sedition. That was a fearsome word. Not enough to wipe away Yllada's discomfort at how the mission had been conducted, but it went some way towards providing satisfying reasoning for it.

(Assuming he was telling the truth, of course. Razelago's motives were something that would certainly bare further scrutiny.)

But for the moment, Yllada could work within that reasoning. She followed the thief and the rest of the party downstairs.

The sight of the tablespread was nearly enough to stop the woman in her tracks. It was, certainly, one of the richest feasts Yllada had ever seen; almost decadently so. The smell of fish was familiar; she remembered the fish her parents reeled in to cook. The meat was a stranger smell, and she uncorked a bottle of wine to sniff it with more than a little wariness.

Either Razelago had resources to burn and wanted to impress them, or the Cheliax lived a very different life. Between the meal, and the Thrune girl's comments of silk curtains and tea, Yllada wasn't quite sure which was the more likely possibility.

"Someone who could be turned with some words is someone who didn't have much conviction to begin with," she commented dryly. "Spell or otherwise."

Both Holly and the imposing male set to the meal before them. Yllada remained standing. Part of it was caution -best to let another eat the meals first, in case Razelago was less genial than he claimed- but part of it was...

Awkwardness was probably the best word for it. The feast was intended as a celebration; Holly toasted to being merry. Neither were things which came easily to the Inquisitor.

[pfm1995]

Niccolo had stopped short as soon as he entered the room, and was looking over everything and everyone with a critical eye. He let a question hang in the air: "There's only one person besides us in this building and the kitchen is still filthy. So where did the food come from?"

Pulling a small wooden medallion from his belt, he focuses on the feast and closes his eyes. Silently, he beseeches Baalzebul for a boon.

Using Detect Magic on the food. And on the chest, for that matter.

[Zhentarim]

"Why not? Nothing wrong with a little bonus for a job well done. The paychest isn't going anywhere. How long are we based out of here, anyways? Think it's worth clearing rubble and fixing the place up a little?" Garrick decided he could clear rubble and take his bath later. He wanted in on this feast before it was all gone. "Never even had to lay hands on anyone. What kind of spell does that? Turns foe into friend?" He already had a boar chop on his plate and was busy buttering a chunk of bread.

"It's called Charm Person, and it is one of the many things I learned in college. Beating people up and/or killing them is always so much paperwork. Its better to honey your words with magic, since it makes you appear to have the moral high ground and its a lot less messy. Besides, my fellow nobles tell me of a rising rebellion called "The Glorious Reclamation" that is threatening the motherland. We have to look good to compete with their arguments, or we may have some serious fighting on our hands. Louslik is likely a contact for them in this town, but we'd best keep him alive since he can be our mole with a little magical persuasion.

Looking in disgust at some of the dirt in the house, Holly called, "Idiot, you'd best clean this mess up. Find yourself a broom and get started!"

After hearing Niccolo, she said "Good Question."



After the meal, Holly got up and cleaned the plates.

[Quiver]

"It's called Charm Person, and it is one of the many things I learned in college. Beating people up and/or killing them is always so much paperwork. Its better to honey your words with magic, since it makes you appear to have the moral high ground and its a lot less messy. Besides, my fellow nobles tell me of a rising rebellion called "The Glorious Reclamation" that is threatening the motherland. We have to look good to compete with their arguments, or we may have some serious fighting on our hands. Louslik is likely a contact for them in this town, but we'd best keep him alive since he can be our mole with a little magical persuasion.

"... Arguments? You plan to argue at rebels?"

What an utterly ridiculous notion. Yllada was stunned at the thought. In Nidal...well, things were different in Nidal. The nobles shared the Chelaxian delight of high living, but the idea that the Umbral Court would allow a rebellion to progress to being an actual threat to the nation was absurd.

Then again, in Nidal, people knew their place; the word of the Umbral Court was virtually sancrosanct. The people of Nidal served Zon-Kuthon. They knew the price of disobediance was one that was paid for with flesh and blood.

Trust a Chelaxian to try to negotiate with revolutionaries, as if she were writing a contract.

Yllada removed her chain, planting it on the table. A mood killer...but then, Nisroch had killed merryaking a long time ago.

"This, child," she said sternly, "this is how you treat with criminals. You do not charm them. You correct them."

[Zhentarim]

Management theory is that unnecessary cruelty breeds resentment, which leads to rebellion. Even the slightest mercy, and they will relent. It is only when one over conceeds that one goes bankrupt. That is why one must reverse concessions gradually once order is returned. We must keep order and our traditions alive. GLORY TO CHELIAX AND LORD ASMODEUS!"

[Quiver]

Management theory is that unnecessary cruelty breeds resentment, which leads to rebellion. Even the slightest mercy, and they will relent. It is only when one over conceeds that one goes bankrupt. That is why one must reverse concessions gradually once order is returned. We must keep order and our traditions alive. GLORY TO CHELIAX AND LORD ASMODEUS!"

"Order is all. We agree on that. But you believe people will be swayed by empty promises and magic words. They will not. Either your promises will be fulfilled, and know they can make demands, or they won't, and they will know you for a liar. They must be taught to accept the way of things. That is the way of Zon-Kuthon. When a criminal has felt the spikes tear his skin and acknowledges it as justice...that is when order and tradition will be restored.

"Does your slave ask concessions? Does he demand paid leave, and time off? No. Because he knows his place." The inquisitor paused, and her eyes narrowed, the neutral tone dropping a shade. But she continued in that soft voice. "But if your behaviour tonight is how you usually treat him, you are too liberal with your threats and beatings. A broken creature is little more use than a resentful one. Cruelty is never a necesity. When one is punished, it must be inevitable and proportionate. Constancy of pain is neither lesson nor deterrent."

[Starbuck_II]

Cimri listens to the debates while eating a haunch of boar, " While I did like how that spell made Louslik more manageable, I doubt every foe will fall for it. Don't spells sometimes fail?" Cimri said toward Lady Holly.

She didn't really pay attention too much theology or politics, but he knew people, sometimes despite all your work, they might need to be put down.

"About the place, I've taken to sleeping on the couch since my Aunt was giving me beef. I haven't been cleaning. Sorry about the mess. Granted, most of the house was like this, but I could have done more." Cimri said with a smile.

Niccolo:

The chest radiates faint magic. The food does not.

[pfm1995]

Satisfied, Niccolo sits down and takes a bite out of... he's honestly not sure. It's made with eggs, he thinks, and some kind of spicy pepper. While he eats, he listens carefully to the debate.

"I disagree with your premise, Yllada, though I agree with your details. Power is all, whatever clothes it walks in. The weak serve the strong, creations their creator, and thus a natural 'Order' arises out of chaos. But it is a consequence, a stream and not a spring. In this order all things have a place, but that place is decided by the more powerful. If Lady Thrune should decide that her slave's purpose is to be broken, perhaps for the encouragement of others, perhaps for her own entertainment, that is her prerogative - though I agree that I would see it as a a waste. And she would not be cruel in doing so: power exists to enforce the whims of the powerful regardless of their motives; to call its exercise 'cruel' is meaningless. 'Wasteful', yes, the exercise of power can be that and, if the powerful lack so much discipline that they lose their station, then all is as it should be."

He turns to address the Lady Thrune.

"You, Lady, also miss the point of power - though from a different direction. You fear the masses; you lack confidence that the institution, forged in the fires of Hell and which you are a part of, could survive the torches of the peasantry." He pulls one of his few coins from his pouch, turning it. "Power is the pentagram; the will to use it is your aunt's face. You focus on that latter half; on convincing the people that they have less power than they do and that they should give away what power they have. But this is temporary, mere smoke to true power's fire, and eventually you will be called to prove your dominance or fall."

Addressing the table as a whole:

"The paradox of power is that it exists in the exercising of it, whether that be punishment or mercy. And so we are here, to exercise power, to be the mailed hand of our superiors, and perhaps to gain power for ourselves. As is our purpose, and as it should be."

[Athaleon]

Garrick went back for a second helping of boar and a glass of wine while the others discussed philosophy. That one of their number was addressed as "Lady Thrune" gave him pause. Her 'aunt', he said. He no longer felt like telling her how irritating she was getting. Instead he directed his next question to Niccolo: "If you don't mind me asking, what kind of power do you possess? It'd seem a little grandiose to me, for someone to get all poetic about the nature of power without having held it. But I don't know your story," he conceded in advance.

[pfm1995]

"I possess what power the Lord of Flies has seen fit to grant me, in addition to my own strength of arms." He doesn't look insulted at all. "And I'm flattered you think my words poetry, but they largely belong to another - a traveling preacher and rag-picker, who's domain was all that he saw and nothing more. Yourself?" Talking about the preacher twitches the corners of his lips up into a smile for just a second; a smile at a private joke.

[Starbuck_II]

"You, Lady, also miss the point of power - though from a different direction. You fear the masses; you lack confidence that the institution, forged in the fires of Hell and which you are a part of, could survive the torches of the peasantry." He pulls one of his few coins from his pouch, turning it. "Power is the pentagram; the will to use it is your aunt's face. You focus on that latter half; on convincing the people that they have less power than they do and that they should give away what power they have. But this is temporary, mere smoke to true power's fire, and eventually you will be called to prove your dominance or fall."


"Wait, my aunt is the sheriff in town, not Razelago. Hope I not confused you there. I mean, she has a power of a sort, but she was way too bossy for me. Mr. Razelago, he gets me, gives me no curfew, nice digs, little perks here and there and money. Don't get me wrong, I still love my aunt, but I can't stand her. Family thing I think. You guys have given a lot to time thinking about power." Cimri says as she drinks her glass of wine.

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius takes a bit of repast for himself. "Some of us have been trained to think about nothing but power and how it operates since we were born. It is power that keeps us safe, keeps us in our positions. To show weakness is to allow your enemies to have power over you. I think Niccolo has the most accurate perception of all of this, though perhaps a bit cynical overall."

[Zhentarim]

Lady Holly Thrune turned to Yllada, "I'll have you know that I know there is a place for intimidation and physical punishment--for those with strong wills. Idiot was a rebellious slave, and I cowed him into submission. Now, I must only threaten the use of my power and he obeys. Power is an art."



Turning to Cmiri, she said, "I am Lady Holly Thrune, daughter of Archduchess Mary Thrune and Niece of the Infernal Grand Majestor, Abrogail Thrune."

[Quiver]

"Threat should be unnecessary. Your slave should obey you because that is his role. If he still hasn't learnt that, then he really is an idiot, or you were a poor teacher.

"Or maybe things are just different here," she admitted. "Power may be a stream in Cheliax, but in Nidal, we still know what well it springs from."

She didn't offer her other suspicion; that the authority in Cheliax was so weak as a cause of the Thrune's war. Oh, they had performed well, pulled themselves to the top of society. Nidal and Cheliax both benefited from Queen Abrogail; Yllada would rather see the rebels broken than the Infernal Majestrix dethroned.

But, if the government could be decided by the outcome of a war once, why not again? Thrune should have seized the throne, unquestioned and absolute; instead, they courted rebellion from their coronation, dared to be overthrown.

Or maybe, she allowed, that was a foreigners perspective. The Umbral Court of Nidal had never been overthrown, after all; even under servitude to Cheliax, the Nidalese peoples knew who they served. Of course, she didn't say any of that. It would not, she thought, be diplomatic.

"Cynicism and optimism are just moods," Yllada offered instead, sitting with a half-hearted shrug. "Power and the law are inviolate. Reality will be as it will be."

She poured a glass of wine; a small one. Measured and precise.

"But I'll admit to curiosity," she allowed. "The seven of us make for an unusual grouping. At least two countries, three gods,and as many different philosophies besides. From what Razelago said, we might be working together for some time. And he finds the situation behind our employment delicate. It might be wise for us to reach an...understanding."

Trust was a word too far; Yllada barely trusted those she had known her entire life. She wasn't about to place that trust in an ecclectic group of strangers.

...but arguments would get them nowhere, except a grave, and one had to sleep sometime. Better to hash things out now.

"What is it we want," Yllada asked aloud. "Better we are all aware of that going forward. I want to root out corruption, wherever it may be. I don't expect that sentiment to be shared, but I'd prefer to know if it's coin or ideology that's driving this...assembly.".

[Zhentarim]

"Threat should be unnecessary. Your slave should obey you because that is his role. If he still hasn't learnt that, then he really is an idiot, or you were a poor teacher.

"Or maybe things are just different here," she admitted. "Power may be a stream in Cheliax, but in Nidal, we still know what well it springs from."

She didn't offer her other suspicion; that the authority in Cheliax was so weak as a cause of the Thrune's war. Oh, they had performed well, pulled themselves to the top of society. Nidal and Cheliax both benefited from Queen Abrogail; Yllada would rather see the rebels broken than the Infernal Majestrix dethroned.

But, if the government could be decided by the outcome of a war once, why not again? Thrune should have seized the throne, unquestioned and absolute; instead, they courted rebellion from their coronation, dared to be overthrown.

Or maybe, she allowed, that was a foreigners perspective. The Umbral Court of Nidal had never been overthrown, after all; even under servitude to Cheliax, the Nidalese peoples knew who they served. Of course, she didn't say any of that. It would not, she thought, be diplomatic.

"Cynicism and optimism are just moods," Yllada offered instead, sitting with a half-hearted shrug. "Power and the law are inviolate. Reality will be as it will be."

She poured a glass of wine; a small one. Measured and precise.

"But I'll admit to curiosity," she allowed. "The seven of us make for an unusual grouping. At least two countries, three gods,and as many different philosophies besides. From what Razelago said, we might be working together for some time. And he finds the situation behind our employment delicate. It might be wise for us to reach an...understanding."

Trust was a word too far; Yllada barely trusted those she had known her entire life. She wasn't about to place that trust in an ecclectic group of strangers.

...but arguments would get them nowhere, except a grave, and one had to sleep sometime. Better to hash things out now.

"What is it we want," Yllada asked aloud. "Better we are all aware of that going forward. I want to root out corruption, wherever it may be. I don't expect that sentiment to be shared, but I'd prefer to know if it's coin or ideology that's driving this...assembly.".



"I am going to see what is in that chest. THEN, I plan to clear out the bathroom!"

[pfm1995]

Niccolo shifts in his seat, returning the coin to his pouch. He could ill-afford to lose it, and the Inquisitor's last point hit close to home.

"That... is an excellent question. Oh, and that chest radiates a faint magical aura. Be cautious."

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak listens to the others bicker. He is tempted to engage in the discussion, but it seems clear all they want is power and that is exactly why the rule of law is critical.

[Starbuck_II]

Cimri jumps up, "Look, Razelago wouldn't do us harm. As long as we are following his will I mean... Whatever, I'll try the chest." Cimri runs over and tries the chest. "Whoa, it's so big inside." She looks all the way in almost inside it, From the outside, all you can see is her butt, then produces a jeweled dagger and a bag labeled with her name.
The chest then closes as she steps away.

"I'm not sure, but I think this chest really was magic. Someone else try. Looks like my money is in the bag, pardon that pun" Cimri laughs as she starts counting her wages visually peering inside her bag.

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Maybe the chest would give some clue to where this was going. He walks over and thrusts his right arm into the chest.

[Zhentarim]

Holly suddenly remembered the dagger her slave now had. Her slave, as it so happened, was a dealer of antiquities in his youth. Holly still used him for market runs once she applied his slave mark due to his buying prowess. Holly wondered...

"Slave, appraise that dagger accurately and you will get a full plate of food from the table, and a bottle of wine!"

[roll0]

As he did that, Holly went forth to claim her prize from the chest. She thought back on her somewhat sparse arcane knowledge as she did so.

[roll1]

[Starbuck_II]

Kyronak inside you see a bag with your name on it and a masterwork mace that can be filled with oil. When set alight, it will maintain that for half a minute. Inside the bag :
The promised 100 gold

Idiot can't tell much about the dagger, he cowers a bit.

Lady Holly finds a masterwork sap simple grip of brown jasper plaques carved with indentations for curled fingers and a bag with her name as well. Inside the bag she finds 100 gold

Oh, forgot, for successfully retrieving the your money and meeting Razelago, you all also get 150 XP each.

[pfm1995]

Taking his time to finish the meal, Niccolo eventually stands up and looks inside the chest.

[Starbuck_II]

Niccolo finds a masterwork Greatsword With blade and hilt forged of one solid length of pitch-black steel and a bag with his name on it. Inside the bag He finds 100 gold

[Athaleon]

Garrick was about to argue further, but suddenly felt he didn't have the energy to do so at the moment. He went to take his turn at getting his reward, then he could think about clearing his way to a bath.

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius shrugs and goes to try his luck at the chest. It really did seem to quite an interesting bit of magical artifice.

[Quiver]

Yllada went last, approaching the chest and reaching inside.

[Starbuck_II]

Garrick reaches in and discovers a masterwork longspear that is broad-bladed spear has a shaft of steel with grips of white along with a bag with his name on it
Inside the bag is 90 gold 100 silver


Morvius discovers a masterwork rapier that is balanced and sharpened along both edges of the blade, it is forged, blade and hilt both, of milky white steel. also a bag with his name on it. Inside the bag is 90 gold and 100 silver

And lastly, Yllada reaches in and finds a masterwork spiked chain and a bag with her name on it. Inside the bag is 99 gold 9 silver 10 copper

[Zhentarim]

Holly took her new sap to her slave, seeing of he could at least see how much this was worth.
"Let's see if you can redeem yourself."
[roll0]

[pfm1995]

Cradling his new weapon and packing a plate with vegetables and fruit, Niccolo leaves to feed his horse before bedding down for the night next to it.

[Athaleon]

Garrick hefted the coin purse with a low whistle before stuffing it into a pouch on his belt. He took a while to admire the craftsmanship of the spear marked for him as well. "Someone's done his homework. Can't just find this stuff at the corner market. Or maybe he just had it lying around.

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak examines the mace, the bag and its contents. He swings the mace carefully, noting how well made it is. He consciously lost himself in the mace for the moment to put his thoughts behind him.

[Quiver]

"Razelago didn't strike me as the type to keep chains lying around," the inquisitor said dryly, measuring it. Plain, unadorned, and forged of thick, dark links. She gave it a lazy, half swing, measuring the balance.

Excellant,' she thought. She ran a palm over one of the spikes, testing it. Sharp . The length of it. Acceptable.

This raised questions. It wasn't as if Yllada hid her weapon, or her allegiance; the same could be said for Morvius' blade, or the giant's spear. But to have had so many weapons forged, and with such specificity...

Then again, it wasn't as if Yllada believed the group had been chosen as random. Pitting a child of the Thrune blood against the enemies of her house helt far too calculated for that.

Well. Either way, Ullada wouldn't begrudge her weapon. After al, like Razelago, it was a tool. And Yllada would make use of any tool to scourge the unworthy.

[Starbuck_II]

Cimri comments, "I never know how Razelago knows everything, but he seems too. He has eyes everywhere I guess. I just assumed he learned in all in his books, he stays in his library most of time I am here."

Idiot determines with the right buyer that maybe 150 gold but maybe more he wasn't sure, but it would have to be a antique dealer.
Otherwise, they'd get less.

Assuming you started right away with cleaning bottom debris, the bottom floor bath is accessible after an hours work. Luckily, it seems nothing fell from the ceiling, bathroom while dusty from unused is largely useable. The tub while small seems useable. Pipes even work from sink.

Sadly, the upper floor bathroom is another story as once debris is moved, it seems the ceiling did fall in certain parts. The master tub looks dirty but is huge enough for a giant or three halfings. Maybe it was filled with water and never unplugged. If you reach down to drain it, who knows it might work.

[Zhentarim]

"It was one thing to sully my hands clearing that debris, but one thing I WILL NOT DO IS PUT MY HAND IN THIS WATER..."

Holly smirked and turned around. "Idiot, would you spare your master the displeasure of having to reach her hand into that filthy water?" Slaves were so useful for these kinds of tasks. Asmodeus truly set up the perfect system, with the nobles at the top and the slaves at the bottom, Holly thought. Time to sit back and relax...but first, I should draw my saps. You never know what could be in that water.


"Yes, Mam."

Idiot went forth and attempted to release the bathwater. The water was so murky, he couldn't see what was down there. He grimaced as he placed his hand in the water. It was slimey, even! I hope nothing bites my hand!

[Starbuck_II]

As the Slave reaches down, suddenly you hear a scream, "How dare you disturb my bath!" a hand reaches up and tries to slams Idiot but whatever it was misses. Idiot falls backward in fear pleading for his life behind Lady Holly.

Out forms, a slimy feminine figure. "This is my bathroom. You are a trespasser!"

[Zhentarim]

Holly jumped. She was not expecting a creature in the tub.

No matter, she thought, I can use diplomacy!

"Ummm...Hello, madam, I am Lady Holly Thrune, niece of the queen of this country. All I ask is for a moment of your time so we can talk!"

Holly performed her characteristic smile while she waited to see how the creature responded.

[roll0]

She also tried to recall any legends about the house that might tell her what this...thing...was!

[roll1]

[Starbuck_II]

OCC:

Using Diplomacy in combat is impossible in Pathfinder. I'm going with 3.5 rules here, -20 penalty but possible.
It worked in Tannery because no shots were yet fired. But as enemy already attacked: too late.


She screams, "Thune! Thune! Now I get my Revenge!"
Roll Initiative: Remember this is group Init.
Group Initiative Average:
Enemy: [roll]120+2

So, I'm going with PCs first, Only one in room is Lady Holly, but the others are outside if they think they were.

Know: No one ever found Lady Kallastra, many think she still haunts the house.
Don't worry, the door is open, any of you can still come in.
Map: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1vuC7n_rzQbKqC374ndgyLxOnsHaDAnUo5qNvDUs6aSs/edit

I only put in 2nd floor of Ash.

[Zhentarim]

"How disrespectful!"

Holly cast Haunted Fey Aspect on herself. With the illusion that Holly had no eyes, but rather cockroches flowing from empty sockets, Holly put away her saps. This was a lethal combat style job. With a voice that was heavily distorted and very ugly, she said "Guys, get in here! Idiot, this is your chance for a new name. ATTACK!"

Idiot drew his antique knife and, still shaken, moved forward to attack.

[Starbuck_II]

Idiot jumps forward and slashes with the knife. "I choose Lemmy!"
[roll0]
[roll1]

Sadly, he misses and slashes the tub. Luckily, it is a minor gash in the tub barely noticeable.

[Quiver]

Of course the Thrune girl woud demand the master bathroom. A few hours in her company had been enough to convince Yllada that, like pain, that was inevitable.

She was welcome to it. The inquisitor twisted her neck, feeling an unpleasent -though never unwelcome- twinge in it. She had done enough cleaning in her youth to know that that tedium was it's own sort of pain, and liking it or not wouldn't change the fact it needed to be done.

It did not, however, need to be done in full armor. Clearing rubble would be irritating enough without the added weight and drag of scale mail.

Perhaps it was surprising to see the inquisitor in a jacket and skirt. Perhaps not; even if the jacket and skirt weren't slashed with fabric in Nidalese read, even if she weren't wearing a pendant of a skull wreathed in chains, her expression was far from what one could call sociable. Grim, was closer to the truth in a way; passive closer still. She had attended the task of clearing the rubble with much the same lack of enthusiasm as she had the raid at Louslik's tannery, as if both were mere chores to be endured.

At last, she broached the topic. "There's one bath. And it looks too small to share." The dry statement was to Kyronak and Garrick; no doubt Morvius, as nobility, would prefer the master after Thrune had finished. "So who goes fir-"

The hideous screeching from the master bathroom silenced the Inquisitor immediatly. Yllada frowned.
When the screeching was followed by cries of 'Thrune', 'Revenge' and 'Attack', that frown became a quiet curse.

She stomped into the room...and the sight of the creature was enough to give the inquisitor moment to pause.

More for how unexpected it was than anything else. "What did you do," she demanded, stepping up next to Holly. She had kept her frustration about the Thrune girl discrete; now she was wearing her irritation openly.

At least she had Razelago's black chain at hand. How fortunate, she thought, unwimding it. It felt anything but. From the sounds of things, the creature in the tub did not have cause to love the Thrunes. Razelago placing the party in this hovel suddenly became a suspect proposition.

Something to consider at another time. Yllada eyed the creature, trying to take the measure of it.

I figure, heavy rubble cleaning, probably wouldn't wear the armor. So, AC is 10, speed now 30.

Move to R7
Then...want to try Knowledge (Arcana). I'm figuring it's undead; want to identify what type of an undead.

[roll0]
(If monster lore applies, add 2 to the above number)

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

New mace in hand, Kyronak runs into the next room.

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius hears the commotion coming from the bathroom . . . and simply props his feet up. This chair was rather comfy, and that wasn't his fight. Let the Thrune get herself killed. The country could certainly do with fewer of them running around.

[Athaleon]

Garrick rushed into the room, just past Holly and Yllada, and leveled his new spear at... whatever it was.


Moving to P6 and readying an action to attack if it does anything except surrender.

[Starbuck_II]

pfm1995 said one can auto him. So Niccolo moves to P7.

Monster Lore applies:

It resembles a ectoplasmic creature. Slimy mucus covered entitity. It is an undead creature. It is the same size as the body it inhabited in life, though it weighs nearly twice as much. It resists non-slashing weapons.


It lurches forward and slams Idiot again, "Out of my way, the Thrune must die! Alll allies of Thrune will die!". Garrick tries to stab it away, he stabs it, but it doesn't go down yet, though it looks very wounded. Idiot is knocked unconscious and bleeding. The creature's ooze covers Idiot as it turns toward Lady Holly and the rest of you.

Garrick's Readied attack:
Attk: [roll0]
Dam: [roll1]
Crit Confirmed: total damage actually 19.

Kallasta's attack:
ATTK [roll2]
Dam [roll3]

[Quiver]

Just heading to work, so quick reply; gonna attack with my Spiked chain

[roll0]
[roll1]

[Zhentarim]

Holly's face turned as red as a beat.
"That was a family slave!"
Holly grabs both of her sickles and throws herself into lethal melee.

Sickle 1
Attack
Damage [roll1]
Crit?
[roll]1d20
Damage

Sickle 2
Attack [roll3]
Damage [roll4]
Crit?
[roll]1d20
Damage [roll5]

OOC: I'll try to be useful, I wasn't expecting to fight undead in this game.

"Dammit, I'll hit you next time...those foolish fighting teachers will pay dearly for their ineffective lessons!"

[Starbuck_II]

Holly rushes forward, but messes twice with both sickles. It sems to dodge each blow as if it was a game. The creature laughs at Lady Holly.
Then like magic Yllada strikes it down the creature. Her spiked chain slashes through it and like that it was dead.

It curses you all as it slowly dissolves into water and evaporates. The dirty bathtub water evaporates as well. Soon all the water is gone leaving a box.
Idiot is still bleeding and unconscious.

[Zhentarim]

Holly immediately turned to her slave and cast cure light wounds.
1d8+1=9...Rolled in OOC
"Don't die now, you have proven yourself worthy of Lemmy. You will be rewarded for your efforts."

Turning to the group, Holly said, "That was Lady Kallastra, a noble soldier who fought my great great aunt. She is rumored to keep gold medals in this very room."

Holly reaches for the box, thinking the medals were inside.

"To Yllada, for her skill with the spiked chain."

[Athaleon]

"And I thought I got a good piece of her. Well-struck," Garrick complimented the finishing blow, with such an odd weapon to boot. "Of all the places to find her, and of all the places to keep medals..." He shook his head. "Was this her house originally?"

[Starbuck_II]

Downstairs, while everyone was fighting, Cimri gets all bathed up, then asks Morvius after stepping out bathroom, "Where did everyone go?"

[Zhentarim]

Holly tried to remember the answer to that question.

[roll0]

[Starbuck_II]

Lady remembers she was a person who lived her. Believed to have missing in the fire. Guess you now know her fate.

Idiot coughs, "Did I do alright, master?"

[Zhentarim]

Lady remembers she was a person who lived her. Believed to have missing in the fire. Guess you now know her fate.

Idiot coughs, "Did I do alright, master?"

"Yes, you did well. Help yourself to the leftovers downstairs."

Turning to her teammate who asked if she lived here, she said "Yes, it was her house. She also died here when the witches burned this place. She couldn't escape."

[Starbuck_II]

Lemmy, formerly Idiot, happily goes down to have a snack. He was feeling good. His master was never so nice, he definitely missed something while unconscious.

[Zhentarim]

"Well, I'm going to take my bath, now. Y'all ought best do the same downstairs."

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius jerks a thumb towards the bathroom. "They all charged into the bathroom. Sounded like they were fighting something, but it seems to be over now. Guess they didn't die." He shrugs with nary a care.

[pfm1995]

She tried to hide from the fire in a bathtub, only to be boiled alive. How pathetic... and slightly sad.

He turns to the others: I'll be outside, taking care of my horse. Shout if any other undead pop up.

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak arrived just in time to see the ghost defeated and then head back down to contemplate his future.

[Starbuck_II]

"So, you guys planning to slumber party here tonight, or do you have your own digs?" Cimri asks while drink another glass of wine.
"I mean, I got no issue with sharing. Been a bit lonely here."

[Zhentarim]

"So, you guys planning to slumber party here tonight, or do you have your own digs?" Cimri asks while drink another glass of wine.
"I mean, I got no issue with sharing. Been a bit lonely here."

"Considering there are Thrune-hating ghosts here, I might bunk with you tonight. You obviously know this place better than I."

[Athaleon]

"I had nothing else in mind. Like I said, if we're to stay here for a while we might as well clean it up, and maybe even fortify it a bit. Could be downright comfortable."

[Quiver]

Morvius' attitude might have been flippant. It also wasn't inaccurate. The creature had made a taken effort to discuss between Holly and the others. Yllada wonder whether or not Holly realised how easily Kyronak and her could have left her to her fate.

The medals might have been a small taken of that acknowledgement. Or maybe she was playing at being her great-aunt. Either way, Yllada took the box, driven more by a morbid sense of curiosity than anything else.

"Comfort is a luxury, but a room with a roof is better than an alley and cheaper than an inn."

When Yllada is alone, she's take out the medals and examine them. Considering their history, and the fact their last owner turned out to be an undead monster, she's keep on seeing if they have any trick she should be wary of. So...Arcana.

[roll0]

[Starbuck_II]

Yllada:

There is nothing arcane about the tarnished medals as far as you know. But they still mildly shiny. Could fetch a good price to an antique dealer. For a second, it seemed they still hissed like they were in boiling water, but it might just be your imagination.

[Zhentarim]

"Goodnight, Y'all"

Holly bunked with Cmiri that night.

[Quiver]

Yllada turned the medals over, frowning. Nothing; for an artifact in a dillapidated building haunted by a monster, the Inquisitor had expected something...more.

"Hrm." She scrutinised them, and the box, thinking.a lost legacy from an ancient war, and a lost noble; they might be worth something, maybe. But then, Yllada didn't care much for coin. Razelago's pay should handle that for the foreseeable future.

So, what she was left with was some pieces of metal, and a nice box. Hardly worth anything, barely worth the effort of selling them on, even less worth the effort of carrying them around.

Regardless, after a moment thought, she found herself pocketing the box in her bacpack. Not quite reasonable, bit throwing it away would offend Lady Holly, and that would be more trouble than it was worth.

A late night robbery, and a battle with a..thing. Yllada was far too tired, and probably imagining things. She frowned, rolling over, and trying to get some modicrum of rest.

[Athaleon]

Garrick found himself a room and rolled his bedroll out over a slightly seared bed frame, before he paused and returned to the party for a moment. "You all don't suppose we ought to keep a watch, do you? Just in case."

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak sets up his bedroll. "Why should we set up a watch?"

[Athaleon]

"Good habit to get into," Garrick shrugged. "And," he added in a lower voice, "we don't know what else our employer or fellow employees have been up to."

[Starbuck_II]

(You may keep talking about the night events: Just setting up next post.)

About an 9 in the morning, Cimri wakes up yawning. She quickly got dressed and bathed. Razelago wanted her to meet with him around 10. And no one keeps him waiting. After the meeting, she comes to fetch the PCs.

"Guys, if you could, Mr. Razelago has another mission."

[Athaleon]

"More 'tax collecting'? Not that I mind," Garrick added with a grin.

[pfm1995]

Waking up from where he had camped next to his horse - a much more trustworthy companion than the group, that he was sure of - Niccolo stretched the knots out of his back and went to clean himself up.

[Zhentarim]

Holly rose from bed and smiled. Sleeping next to Cmiri was actually pretty comfortable. She wanted to take another bath that morning to clense herself of the bed smell, but was soon dressed up in her beautiful black silk dress again and ready to head out. This was going to be fun. She just hoped she could use her charms again.

"What's the plan today?"

[Quiver]

"I mind," Yllada said, entering the room. She was wearing her normal clothing once again, a jacket and shirt and skirt slashes with Nidalese red, a cloak thrown over her shoulders, the black chain shining at her waist.

She tugged her ear, popping her neck with a slight wince.

"Persecuting criminals I agree with," she said, folding an arm. "Punishing the corrupt. But I am not some shadowsmans strong woman. If Razelago has a mission, I want to know why it's worth my time."

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius is already fresh and ready for the day. He had learned long ago to go to sleep early, and wake with the sun. It gave the appearance of being overly prepared, and often gave an opportunity to observe things at their most vulnerable.

"Well, I certainly have nothing better to do," he says, absentmindedly checking his nails for some non-existent dirt. He continues, "I do wonder what exciting plans he has for us this day."

[Quiver]

Nothing better to do? Yllada raised an eyebrow at thst, but said nothing.

Morvius really was the odd one out. Niccolo, Garrick, Kyronak, Cimri... there was a certain roughness, an untidiness to them. Even to the inquisitor herself; Yllada was not shy or ignorant of underhanded work, even if she dislike it.

The Thrune girl, Holly...she was young. Naievety was to be expected. But surely it was more than boredom that prompted Morvius to indulge in Razelago's games.

[Athaleon]

"If any of us did have something better to do, we'd be doing it, wouldn't we? As far as jobs go, this one isn't half bad: It would take me months to save up as much coin as each of us just made in one night, never mind the cost of the weapons. You do what you want, I'm not going to keep our boss waiting." With that, Garrick started up the stairs.

[Starbuck_II]

Assuming no objections, Cimri follows the others back upstairs, when they arrive at the door, she knocks, "We are here , Boss."

The room is almost like it was before*, but a small, black lacquered box sits on the table before the paper screens.

“With the number of veterans who live in town, it’s not surprising that there’s a church of Iomedae in Longacre. But there might not be one much longer if Tileavia Allamar, its priestess, does what she has in mind.”

Razelago’s silhouette clasps shadowy hands. “There’s growing unrest in the empire, and not just in Pezzack and along the Hellcoast. Many of Iomedae’s faithful have begun speaking more boldly of the monarchy’s vices and the rights of citizens. They seem to believe this is Andoran and that the people have only to reach out to seize power. But they are wrong. This is Cheliax, not Andoran, and we know where true power lies, don't we."

Cimri shakes her head in agreement. Then Razelago continues:
“Fifth Sword Knight Allamar is gathering all who will listen for a sermon in front of her church this afternoon— only two short hours from now. I don’t know what she has in mind, but I suspect some revolutionary claptrap that can only sow the seeds of confusion and frustration among Longacre’s citizens. That is contrary to my wishes. So I’d like you to attend the rally. In the box are sashes marked with the insignia of Archbaron Fex. Wear them, remind people that the lord of this town is not without supporters, and see what transpires. Afterward, Cimri will report back to me. In return, you will all receive double what you did last night. That is all I require. Any questions?"

Cimri right away answers, "Works for me, boss. I'm up for it." She whispers to you all, " Easy money, doesn't sound like an issue, why not" . She picks up and opens the box then starts putting on her sash from inside.

OCC:
You may ask questions again.

*Remind of room from last time:

Toppled bookshelves, a table, and some chairs half-covered in ivy suggest this room was once a library. The ashes and pulp of burned, waterlogged books lay heaped amid fallen furniture, creating a large nest of sorts against one wall. A set of folding paper screens divides the room. A lantern flickers on the opposite side, projecting the silhouette of a desk and high-backed chair upon the thin paper.

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak's eyes brighten up. Iomedaens, challenging the order and likely trying to put forth the idea of good.

"I am in. I stand for order and law and would be happy to take down a few Iomedaens trying to spread the poison of good."

[Zhentarim]

Holly first monologues in the general direction of most of her comrades, "My older brother, Fex, is too kind for these people. I will wear this sash because blood is thicker than water, but I will have to review the textbook on Infernal Leadership with him later. Yes, he outranks me in the line of succession by..." Lady Holly pauses a second "...5 steps, but it is embarrassing traitors were allowed to breed under his rule. I say a simple charm won't work this time. We need to charm her, then arrest her."

Turning, perhaps forgetting that she could not be seen, she continued, "Mr. Razelago, I am a little rusty on my legal terms. What charges can we bring against her? I have to set myself apart from those who deny proper procedure."

Holly paused again briefly before continuing, "Is there a place in the house we could keep her prisoner? Also, will she be alone when we go to get her?"

[Starbuck_II]

Razelago's silhouette turns toward Holly, "At this time, I only ask that you observe and learn. I am not asking you to make up charges. If she does lean toward sedition, then I will tell you the new plan."

"And second, sadly, this house is not suitable for holding prisoners. That would be illegal at this time in any case.

[Zhentarim]

Holly made a respectful bow towards the shadow, and replied "Observe I shall. To be clear, we should not interfere in any way?"

[pfm1995]

"I wouldn't worry overmuch over the actions of your brother; with rare exception Iomedaeans are cowards come to the wall. This should be an interesting afternoon." Turning, he takes a sash and runs his hands over it, looking closely. I hope, for all our sakes, these are legitimate. I'm not sure we could kill this man...

[Athaleon]

"Just two hours, and how long will it take to get out there?" Garrick asked as he retrieved his sash. "If I'm to wear the Archbaron's insignia I'd better look the part. A shave and maybe some fancier clothing could be in order, if there's time."

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak


"I wouldn't worry overmuch over the actions of your brother; with rare exception Iomedaeans are cowards come to the wall. This should be an interesting afternoon."

Kyronak looks at Niccolo. Clearly this man, has no idea what he speaks of, in his experience Iomedaeans tended too be quite brave if misguided.

[Quiver]

Yllada's eyes narrowed. Iomeade had never had cause to treat with Zon-Kuthon. That had always struck Yllada as an aloofness bornof arrogance. Apparently, her followed shared that trait.

Yllada handled the same...then returned it to the box. "Breaking sedition, I agree with," she said,"but I don't know this archbaron. I don't wear his colours,"" she added pointedly, gesturing at the Red of her clothing. The Umbral Court might not look favorably upon an inquisitor favoring a foreign lord...

Was thinking, I'd have Yllada forgot the same and infiltrate the crowd. Get listening to what people are saying, and not wear a giant sign of allegiance just yet.

[Zhentarim]

"Well, I'm wearing them even if I have beef with my brother. Razelago is clearly a very powerful and informed man and is an enemy of the rebellion. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I also never said it was easy being the youngest child of 8 in a noble family. It takes so long to get REAL power. So, if I can wear these colors proudly so should you. If you can't for whatever reason, at least go ahead and get juicy recon. There are times I question your dedication.

[Starbuck_II]

"I am not saying you must do nothing. Your actions are up to you; please enjoy yourselves. But no one is hiring you to interfere. I won't force you to wear the sash, but I believe helps show support for our archbaron. So I hope most of you wear it at least."

Cimri interjects, "Let us go check our the square prior to making huge plans."

OCC:

You can gather information in the crowd that is gathering if you go before.

[Zhentarim]

"I am not saying you must do nothing. Your actions are up to you; please enjoy yourselves. But no one is hiring you to interfere. I won't force you to wear the sash, but I believe helps show support for our archbaron. So I hope most of you wear it at least."

Cimri interjects, "Let us go check our the square prior to making huge plans."

OCC:

You can gather information in the crowd that is gathering if you go before.


"That sounds prudent, Cimri. Let's go, then."

With that, Holly is the first to leave this time. She wondered what awaited her at the square.

[pfm1995]

Inclining his head very slightly towards the curtain, Niccolo turned and followed Cimri. The nobility of Cheliax is an extension of the nobility of Hell, or, at least, they claim to be. Wearing this, then, is only proper until proven otherwise.

As he moved, he shrugged on the stole and then re-arranged his holy symbol to be on top of it. To beg my Lord's favor, to forestall his wrath.

[Quiver]

"Well, I'm wearing them even if I have beef with my brother. Razelago is clearly a very powerful and informed man and is an enemy of the rebellion. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I also never said it was easy being the youngest child of 8 in a noble family. It takes so long to get REAL power. So, if I can wear these colors proudly so should you. If you can't for whatever reason, at least go ahead and get juicy recon. There are times I question your dedication.

"What an odd thing to say. I don't believe I said I was dedicated to the Thrune family to begin with."

Yllada had thought that she had made her position quite clear on that point. The Thrune family were to be respected as the font of authority, rebellion to that authority crossed... but respect was not fealty, and if Yllada was to swear allegiance to anyone of Cheliax, it wouldn't be the Thrune.

She prepared follow the others. She paused a moment, unwimding the chain from her waist. "That might be a giveaway," she said dryly. Of course, not bringing the chainwhip left her unarmed...but if she couldn't find something to defend herself with, she was no proper inquisitor.

And if things turned messy, and someone thought she was unarmed just because it wasn't to hand, she would be more than willing to show them the error of their ways...

No sash, and no chain who...figure that should make infiltrate the crowd and getting info easier, and give me an excuse to try using Catch Off Guard.

[Zhentarim]

Arriving, Holly began to mingle with the crowd, wanting to learn as much as possible. She wore the sash boldly as she listened to the people's plans and grievences.

[roll0]

[Athaleon]

Garrick cleaned himself up as best he could on short notice before donning the sash to join the others. He left his new spear at home, opting instead to rely on his fists if things went sour; in any case a convincing show of force would require more people than this.

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak dons the sash and heads out to the square.

[Starbuck_II]

Longacre Church Square:
A few small groups of elderly locals and laborers from nearby businesses have gathered in the square, mostly around the well or along the fence surrounding the churchyard, muttering about what they’ve heard or imagined about Allamar’s announcement.

Lady Holly

"I heard one of Sword Knight Allamar’s sons say she was visited by an angel! This could mean great things for the church and the town.”


Cimri replies, "Well, the event is almost here. ," she says with a smile.

From the gathering of the crowd near the church: you see a couple points of interests.
1) boarded up shop, but you can see stairs to the second floor from it in the nearby alley.
2) To west of church itself is another alley. The entirety of the alley is pretty dark, likely on could hide there easily.
3) At the end of the alley, you can barely make out a delivery cart with wood some wood casks on it. A mischievous person could steal the wood or push it into crowd.

OCC: Note you can use Stealth as well (to eavesdrop on conversations.)

You see a black armored figure with Chelaix's symbol as a badge at her chest. She walks with authority and a quiver at her back. Along side her are three lightly armored men wearing badges as well. Cimri sees them and groans, "I hope she doesn't she us." sighing.

[Zhentarim]

Longacre Church Square:
A few small groups of elderly locals and laborers from nearby businesses have gathered in the square, mostly around the well or along the fence surrounding the churchyard, muttering about what they’ve heard or imagined about Allamar’s announcement.

Lady Holly

"I heard one of Sword Knight Allamar’s sons say she was visited by an angel! This could mean great things for the church and the town.”


Cimri replies, "Well, the event is almost here. ," she says with a smile.

From the gathering of the crowd near the church: you see a couple points of interests.
1) boarded up shop, but you can see stairs to the second floor from it in the nearby alley.
2) To west of church itself is another alley. The entirety of the alley is pretty dark, likely on could hide there easily.
3) At the end of the alley, you can barely make out a delivery cart with wood some wood casks on it. A mischievous person could steal the wood or push it into crowd.

OCC: Note you can use Stealth as well (to eavesdrop on conversations.)

You see a black armored figure with Chelaix's symbol as a badge at her chest. She walks with authority and a quiver at her back. Along side her are three lightly armored men wearing badges as well. Cimri sees them and groans, "I hope she doesn't she us." sighing.

"Let's go hide in that alley on the west side of the church. It seems dark there, and we can wait for those people to pass. Who is she, by the way?"

[Starbuck_II]

"That is my Aunt, the sheriff, it would make sense she appeared. All these people gathering and all."

As she spoke more and more people are gathering as time gets closer to the time.

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius goes to mingle with the crowd. Looking the very picture of patriotic Cheliaxan, it was simply the more appropriate place to be, rather than skulking in dark corners. Besides, it gave him a greater opportunity to listen in on the goings-on, and possibly put a stop to any skullduggery quickly. It wouldn't do to have anyone getting inappropriate ideas this afternoon. To head that possibility off, Morvius occasionally interjects with a few interesting rumors.

"I've heard this Sword Knight is actually a tiefling, trying to cover up her own shame."

""Nothing a devil likes more than tricking people with clever words and leading them to their doom; something to think about."

"Thing is, the whole church of Iomedae could be just a front to placate everyone."

Stealth, to eavesdrop:[roll0]
Bluff, for rumormongering: [roll1]

[Starbuck_II]

Morvius:

"Fex doesn’t like the townsfolk gathering in large groups like this. Allamar’s message must be pretty important if she’s willing to provoke the archbaron.”


Morvius's gossip slowly spread throughout crowd.
The sheriff hoofs it over upon seeing Cimri, "Cimri, how's my favorite niece."

Cimri shuffles her feet, "I was just dandy, Aunt Rhona."

Sheriff looks at Holly and the others nearby, "Some shady folks you've hanging around with lately. Want to introduce me to your friends?"

Cimri, "Not particularly."

Sheriff reproves her questioning, "So, you’re here for Sword Knight Allamar’s sermon? I didn’t think you were the religious sort.”
Cimri answers, “Not likely, unless she’s pulled the stick out of her robes and started worshiping Calistria.”

Sense Motive DC 14

You can tell she is trying to lead the conversation to something.

[Zhentarim]

Holly steps forward to meet Cimri's Aunt. Eyes sparkling and weilding a warm smile, she extends her hand for a shake and begins to chatter away even as she takes on a more conversational tone than normal.

"Hello, ma'am! I'm Holly and I'm here on official government business. I'm friends with Cimri, and she has said good things about you. This weather is lovely for a sermon, wouldn't you say? Anyway, I love how you did your hair today. It really conveys a sense of power! Also, do you like Sermons, too? I love sermons!"


Diplomacy to raise attitude to friendly:
[roll0]

Bluff to withhold information:
[roll1]

Bluff that Cimri has said good things:
[roll2]

Diplomacy to have her volunteer information:
[roll3]

Sense motive to get a read on her while talking:
[roll4]+1=13

Count this conversation as a round of fast talk:
(1/9)

[Starbuck_II]

Garrick is absolutely sure, she is investigating Cimri. Either she knows she is involved in the Tannery job or just suspects it.
Holly is pretty sure, she was questioning someone like a law officer would not an Aunt.

"Oh, you are part of a government job? I'm glad to hear she still talks about me. Yes, this is good weather lately.
Is that government job, why you wear the sashes? Is the Archbaron paying you to wear those?" the Sheriff inquires of Lady Holly.

Back at Cimri, "So Cimri, did you hear about what happened at the tannery last night? You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

Cimri looks unsure what to say, "No, should I?"

Sheriff ends with, "“Well, I have to keep an eye on things here. You all stay out of trouble, you hear?”

[pfm1995]

Arriving at the square, Niccolo stays mounted. There was no place to hide a horse nearby; he wasn't in the mood for hiding, anyway. So, from his impromptu high-ground he watched the crowd, and Cimri's conversation with the sheriff in particular.

Sense motive (Sheriff): [roll0]
Sense Motive (Crowd): [roll1]
Perception (Crowd): [roll2]

[Zhentarim]

"Yes, these sashes are our uniform. It's a shame we cannot talk under happier circumstances, but my boss told me he had reason to believe that the priest leading today's talk is working with Caydnite clerics to free slaves. Its just a routine investigation, and I hope it turns up nothing as I am very passionate about the law and it saddens me when its sacred letter is broken."

What is Sheriff's Religion?
[roll0]
[roll1]

She also continues Fast Talk

[Quiver]

Yllada didn't hide in the crowd; why would she? Without the sash and the chain, she looked little different than any other peasent lure to the church by the chance for something interesting.

She didn't bother rumormongering, either. She knew that such diplomacy was beyond her; she simply lackedthe natural charm one found in Morvius or Holly.

She did, however, judge herself a decent gauge of character. The torture chambers had broken enough of them; it wasn't difficult to see how people flogged around personally of note.

Yllada stooge near the front of the crowd, arms folded and grim, but mildly curious. What foolery was the Fifth Knight pedalling?


Sense Motive on Allamar
[roll]1d20+7

Perception on Allamar and her entourage
[roll]1d20+6[/spoiler]

Perception of the crowd, and how they respond to Allamar speech.
[roll0][/spoiler]

[Quiver]

Because I missed up those rolls...

Sense Motive on Allamar [roll0]
Perception on Allamar's crew [roll1]

[Starbuck_II]

Niccolo didn't notice anything special about the crowd yet, though he was sure it was about hundred if not more. The sheriff's conversation seemed normal to him.

Lady Holly:

She seemed unaligned, but she didn't seem a strong Asmodean if she was one.


Sheriff to Cimri regarding Lady Holly, "Are you sure your friend is all right? That seems rather far fetched."
Cimri, "Well, one can't choose friends sometimes."

Sheriff, "Well, I'll be nearby if you need me." She walks off with her entourage walking around the crowd lookinbgf for trouble.

The time has passed as suddenly, Tileavia Allamar, Fifth Sword Knight of Iomedae, appears on one of the church’s balconies, dressed in the yellow-trimmed white cassock of her faith, and addresses the crowd in a clear, strong voice.

"Friends and neighbors, I have wondrous tidings to share! We have all known hardships in our lives—needless sorrows, injustice, even cruelty. Indeed, such is the struggle of all who live. But many among us have known more than our share.
Many among us have shouldered burdens laid upon them not by the Inheritor, but by those who would curse her name and taunt her faithful.
“But today, I bear a missive from champions of Iomedae’s faith, heralds of the goddess’s will, who know your troubles and would see them end.”

Allamar gestures to her twin sons, Loran and Lacall, who carry a box swaddled in white linen between them and
place it on the table in front of the church. The priestess unfurls a rolled parchment and again raises her voice,"
“I received this letter last night:
“‘People of Longacre! The time of your redemption is at hand. When the song of the Inheritor rises, you all must choose: live as complacent vassals of corruption and evil, or embrace honor and claim the glory that is your right. The Glorious Reclamation gives you a choice.’
“Signed, ‘Lencia Visserene, Knight-Inheritor of the Glorious Reclamation.’
“Friends, it is up to us to restore the worship of Iomedae to its proper place in Cheliax and reclaim our nation in the name of the Inheritor. But we have been given a sign—a sign that the ‘Angel Knight’ has come to Longacre to lead us to glory!"

Allamar’s sons lift the linen and box lid, revealing an ornate silver helmet sculpted with angelic features and a
halo of curls. The faceplate’s eyeless hollows stare sternly into the crowd.

Once Allamar finishes her announcement, she turns and reenters the temple, leaving the crowd with plenty
of questions about the Glorious Reclamation and this “Angel Knight,” Lencia Visserene. Allamar’s sons remain
in the churchyard to give the people a good look at the helmet.

Some people immediately drift away following the sermon, but several pockets of curious and upset
townspeople remain in the square to get a closer look at the silver helmet in the churchyard and muse on
the meaning of the priestess’s message, gathering in larger clusters than before.


Anyone with a good check of Sleight of Hand or stealth check (DC 14) can attempt to steal the helmet IF they make a distraction first as the Sheriff is watching.


Cimri remarks, "Guess Razelago was pretty spot on. Um, Lady Holly, I don't think you should have told my Aunt about being hired. Sometimes silence can be better than words, but cats out of the bag I guess."

Yllada:

Is sure, the Crowd is pretty enflamed with rebellion. The twins seem somewhat dim, but strong of faith.


Niccolo:

Crowd doesn't seem acting any special to you.

[Zhentarim]

Holly continued babbling her fast talk, but decided at the last minute not to charm Cimiri's Aunt. Instead, she turned and walked in the direction of the church. She gazed at the balcony and at the doors Tileavia Allamar had passed through a moment before. Holly concentrated a moment and thought of a pretty good distraction she could use. With Tileavia Allamar the new target of her fast talk, she spokeloud enough for Tileavia Allamar to hear her, but kept what she was saying inane enough in content that she propably didn't care much. When the moment was right, Lady Holly cast Ghost Sound to mimick the sound of a woman screaming and shouting unintelligible speech while the sound of breaking glass and thumping wood was in the background behind that.

(DC 13 to disbelieve due to fast talk)

[pfm1995]

Niccolo kneed his horse and pushed through the crowd, stopping in front of the helmet and frowning. He dismounted.

After a few moments of looking at the helmet, his frown had deepened into a scowl. Turning to address the twins, he spoke quietly: "Would you mind if I ascended to the balcony? My faith compels me to make a rebuttal."

[Athaleon]

Garrick just looked on, unsure of what to do. Sedition was brewing, that was plain, but he was certainly not the type to try and sway the crowd in the other direction. He contended himself with observing and listening, and when Niccolo offered to speak, Garrick offered to stand beside him and watch the crowd.

[Starbuck_II]

One of the twins goes into the door way looking for a sound, "Did you hear that bro?"

"No, Bro, we got a duty to watch the helm. Sigh, my brother..."

Niccolo's arrival makes Lacall stand straight, "You may look at the helm up close, but please no touching. May I ask what faith you hail?"

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius takes a swig of shield extract before taking any further action. This whole situation looked like it had the potential to get violent, and he was loathe to be injured in a street brawl. It would certainly be interesting if things went that way, but for now, he was content to see what Niccolo could do.

[Zhentarim]

Plan B... Holly thought. Moving over to the Sheriff, she switched from her Fast Talk to Fascinate. She was going to act out The Glory That Was Cheliax, The Musical!. Hopefully, this would distract her. Passing Morvius, she said "Get that Helmet."

"Mine eyes hath seen the coming of the glory of the day/
We are trampling out the village where the troops of foes are stored/
We have loosed the fateful power of our glorious army/
Our men are marching on!/

Glory, Glory to Cheliax/
Glory, Glory to Cheliax/
Glory, Glory to Cheliax/
Our men are marching on!/

For the honor of the state/
We raise the flag across the land/
With a prestige in our leaders/
that empower you and me/
They live to give us glory/
let us die to make them proud!/
Our men are marching on!

Glory, Glory to Cheliax/
Glory, Glory to Cheliax/
Glory, Glory to Cheliax/
Our men are marching on!/

They hath sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat/
We are crushing the strength of men in the name of our leader/
Oh, so great to answer them!/
So great, our leaders!/
Our men are marching on!/

Glory, Glory to Cheliax/
Glory, Glory to Cheliax/
Glory, Glory to Cheliax/
Our men are marching on!"

[pfm1995]

Indicating his holy symbol, "I serve Baalzebul, the Black Son and First Angel. That they might decide the true worth of glory, I would share his experiences and my own with this impromptu congregation."

[Starbuck_II]

"I see, your evil god, you wish to speak during our ceremony? Sigh, I guess a short one will be fine. In Chelliax we try to tolerate of all faiths. Though, the lord of flies is not my cup of tea, though, I'll relent and let you speak. Just try not to take too long. We had the necessary permits and impromptu speeches are usually frowned upon." The Cleric said trying to word it best.

"We will be taking the helmet in ten minutes, this ceremony will soon be over, so talk fast, sir."

[Athaleon]

You serve Baal-ze-****ing-what? Garrick thought. Crowds hated few things more than preaching that they disagreed with. "I hope you know what you're doing," he whispered to Niccolo under his breath.

[Zhentarim]

Holly thought to herself If we really need that helmet, we have to act fast!"

Maintaing her fascination on the sheriff, she nonchalantly casts Charm Person (DC 13) on the cleric. She hated wasting a charm, but time was getting short.

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak observed. He watches as the followers of Iomedae spoke and showed the helmet. When the helmet was shown he began to move forward in a somewhat menacing manner. The Iomedaens and their Hypocritical goodness. They would not bring that here.

[Quiver]

Baalzebul. Yllada had recognised the symbol at the first, but having that thought confirmed was pleasent. The Lord of Flies was more pleasing company than Iomeade after all...

They seemed resolute in their beliefs. That was, perhaps, disappointing. Yllada was not one of ger fellow, and she would take no especial joy in breaking those convictions.

She turned from those thoughts, to her...allies, in the crowd. One of which seemed to be marching towards the clerics.

Don't interrupt,, she thought darkly, part silent-prayer. An aggressive move yet could be disastrous...
And she herself was more than curious about the Warpriests Tale.

If anyone tries to heckles, interrupt, or cut Niccolo's story short, want Yllada to use Intimidate to hackles them down so "We can hear the rest of it"

[roll0]

[pfm1995]

There was the briefest hesitation as Niccolo stepped across the threshold of the temple. His palms had started to sweat; he scratched nervously at his stubble but his feet were firm as he climbed the stairs. He remembered his last sea of faces - standing in line, watching his friends be punished one by one and waiting for his turn. Shuffling forward, swearing to himself he wouldn't scream, wouldn't give them the satisfaction. Failing miserably, crying, voiding himself to the Mother Superior's tender ministrations; his humiliation on display for all to see.

Stepping onto the balcony, he saw the assembled crowd turn to look at the red-sashed man standing above Iomedae's holy symbol. His face went white and, like a drowning man, he held tight to the railing. "M-My -" he coughed, clearing his throat. A hint of read crept into his cheeks, and he started again: "My name is Niccolo. I am an orphan and, though I serve our Lords in Hell, my family has not always done so. My parents were blessed champions - of Iomedae." His voice broke here. These were not happy memories. "Wh-When the hoards of Belkzen swept down with the storm's fury, they held the line. Those around them..." he swallowed nervously, "...did not. Those men, devotees of this pretender to righteousness all, fled and left my parents to die. Many of you are soldiers! How often did you lie awake at night, praying to any god that would listen that you would see your family again? And now you would bring that war to your very homes on the empty words of these cowards and traitors? You would and lay down your families for their cause, for this Knight-Inheritor's glory, for the momentary pleasure of spiting your rightful commanders? I have no faith in their soft-lit tyranny, in their pretender god, and neither should you!"

At that last, his voice rose to a fever pitch and he stepped away from the balcony, taking a few shivered breaths to steady himself. His stomach churned, and his shoulder had started to ache again. He took some small comfort in that, and in the weight of the icon on his chest. The lines have been drawn, then. They know now their cause, and it's price. We will know, soon, if they are willing to pay it.

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius might not be the most adept perofrmer himself, but he had read enough on dramatic theory to know when an appropriate moment presented itself. During Niccolo's speech, he withdraws from the crowd and makes his way to the delivery cart. As the speech comes to a conclusion, Morvius takes flint and steel out of his pocket, and sets the casks of wood tar on fire, then rolls them into the crowd!

"Alright, lets see how that works as a distraction."

[Starbuck_II]

The crowd doesn't react favorably to Niccolo's speech. While there are some who nod when he spoke publically, when he stopped speaking their pretends to be angry at him.

Then as soon as he finished a cart full of burning wood tar rolls right into the center of the town before hitting a bump and crashing sending wood tar chucks all over.

Niccolo takes a shard of the burning tar (1 fire), but he rolls so he isn't set alight. Lacall the cleric isn't so luckily and is both damaged and set alit.
The crowd is scattering as a few are injured as well. Some even on fire. The sheriff is busy trying to keep peace as she is also on fire. Count this as everyone is distracted.

Everyone in the crowd but (Niccolo, I rolled for him and he passed and Morvius who pushed it) needs to make a DC 15 Reflex or catch on fire. Regardless everyone in crowd takes 4 fire damage. Creatures on edge of crowd and balcony only take 1 fire.


Cimri, "Now might be a good time to get the crown or not: and leave. Before the Law decides we are the cause of this trouble, mates. ", she states the nearby PCs.

[Zhentarim]

The crowd doesn't react favorably to Niccolo's speech. While there are some who nod when he spoke publically, when he stopped speaking their pretends to be angry at him.

Then as soon as he finished a cart full of burning wood tar rolls right into the center of the town before hitting a bump and crashing sending wood tar chucks all over.

Niccolo takes a shard of the burning tar (1 fire), but he rolls so he isn't set alight. Lacall the cleric isn't so luckily and is both damaged and set alit.
The crowd is scattering as a few are injured as well. Some even on fire. The sheriff is busy trying to keep peace as she is also on fire. Count this as everyone is distracted.

Everyone in the crowd but (Niccolo, I rolled for him and he passed and Morvius who pushed it) needs to make a DC 15 Reflex or catch on fire. Regardless everyone in crowd takes 4 fire damage. Creatures on edge of crowd and balcony only take 1 fire.


Cimri, "Now might be a good time to get the crown or not: and leave. Before the Law decides we are the cause of this trouble, mates. ", she states the nearby PCs.


Seeing her chance, Holly ran up and grabbed the helmet, and then ran as fast as she could to the ash house, being careful not to bump into anybody or to let somebody see her.
Sleight of Hand: [roll0]

Acrobatics:
[roll1]

[Quiver]

Interesting. Yllada was one of those who had nodded while Niccolo spoke, of course, but the smile that spread across her features was a genuine, if unexpected, one.

Niccolo had known loss, and pain. It was a little disappointing, but there were many who fled from Zon-Kuthon's touch into the embrace of another god. In the meantime, it did nothing to stymy the inquisitor's curiosity in the man...

Her musings were, however, interrupted by the sudden shout from within the crowd, which began to scatter. It took the woman a second to spot the fire starting to spread across the square.
It took a second longer for her to spot the fire starting to spread across her. Then she started to yell.

Reflex saving throw
[roll0]

[Zhentarim]

I forgot to make a reflex roll![roll0]

[Starbuck_II]

Lady Holly manages to tumble unto the balcony and grab the helmet, even better she isn't on fire. However, if she doesn't run soon she is likely to be caught.

Yllada fails her save and is caught on fire. She isn't having a good day now.


In case you need reminder, when caught on fire you take 1d6 fire next round. You get another roll each round till you save successfully (failure means another round of 1d6 fire). But you can take a full rd action by rolling on the ground for a +4 bonus.

I'll let you decide if it was your hair or just clothes on fire.

If you fail, one of these saves when caught on fire by 5 or more, your equipment is on fire and must make save for each item.

[Zhentarim]

Holly ran as fast as she could, going about quadruple her normal speed. She was going so fast back towards the Ash House that she was jumping over debris and ignoring everything else around her. Today had not gone as planned.

[roll0]

[Quiver]

lright, so...first, fire damage. Took 4 last turn,so I'm on 6. This turn...
[roll0]

Then, second Reflex roll
[roll1]


The fire spread quickly, up along Yllada's cloak, and the inquisitor yelled. She was familiar with pain; that didn't mean she sought it out.

The flames gathered on her cloak, and she pulled it off; too late. The fire had spread to her clothes; she could feel it burning through them. She was fortunate that her hair hadn't caught alight. Instead, the Inquisitor alternated between beating are the flames amd pulling at the clothing.

...For what it's worth, Pain is Pleasure is now in effect.

[pfm1995]

Flinching away from the fire, Niccolo sees the crowd ignite. He runs back down the stairs, grabbing for the Crown and Diamond around his neck and marshaling what magic Baalzebul had given him. When he arrives in the courtyard, he shakes it violently - first at familiar faces, then at the rest of the crowd - and any he gestures at are soused in ice-water.

Using Create Water to try and put people out.

[Starbuck_II]

Due to the nature of the flames from tar wood, they don't just wink out, but they do grant a +4 save (stacks with the +4 from full rd action) to the saves on all hit nearby by the gush of water.
Niccolo has a lot of people happy he was present. Lacall is rolling on floor of balcony trying to put out his flames, but unable to help anyone for a bit. The commotion is heard by those inside church, but they won't be able to help for a bit.


Remember, you don't die till - Con Score, but you will in most cases be unconscious at -1 (unless you have a special ability/spell). This will likely be an issue I should mention.

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak watches as things happen, trying to decide what to do.

Perception [roll0]
Reflex safe [roll1]

Upon his clothes catching on fire he rolls on the ground t put out the flames.

[Quiver]

First, fire damage.I start on 2, and if I hit 0, Zeal will give me 3 hp
[roll]1d6[/roll

Then...putting it out. Might as well go full round, since I can't do much else, so...
[roll0]

[Quiver]

Sorry. Fire damage:

[roll0]


Okay, so... Hp 1. I can live with that. Barely.

Yllada growled batting at the flames. The fact that that meant she was hitting herself was not lost upon the inquisitor, but it felt deserved.

It was, of course, natural for people to panic at the sight of fire, more so when one was themselves alight. But still. Why should a follower of Zon-Kuthon fear such a thing? Yllada was no stranger to steel and flame. She ought to have embraced this; was this churning flame not a crucible?

Instead, she was trying to put it out. She bit her lip sharp, drawing blood. Her own lack of faith was a disappointment, and punishment would be exacted for it.

She knelt down, scooping some of the dirt. Niccolo's magic had been widespread, some of it splashing over her and the crowd, and so.e falling to watch the earth. She slashed the sudden soul across her arms, trying to both smother and down the fire...

And after a few moment, Yllada was left kneeling in the dirt, clothes single, forearm burned, hair and skirt and skin drenched, but the fire -the physical one, at least- thoroughly extinguished.

[Athaleon]

Garrick yelled and flailed about on fire, and dropped to roll on the ground to put himself out.


Rolling for next turn:

Damage: [roll0]
Reflex: [roll1] (assuming +4 stop/drop/roll and +4 from Create Water)

[Zhentarim]

Holly continued sprinting to the Ash house.

[Starbuck_II]

The Sword Knight Alamar and her other son have arrived from inside the church: quickly trying to create water on all involved. The Sword Knight Channels on all nearby restoring their burns to normal flesh as many were unconscious from the flames.

Niccolo and others near within 20ft from Balcony heal [roll0]


"What has happened since I went inside?

Lacall thanks his brother, "I am much better. I was burned by some ash from a cart. I don't know who did it."

Cimri was near the stage and was healed of her damage suggests to those nearby, "Anyone not dead should skedaddle. Let us get to the Ash House, I've had enough adventure for today."

[Quiver]

The inquisitor felt another warmth bringing over her burnt arms. It felt wholely unlike the warmth of the fire...and in a way that she did not like.

Healing magic, she thought. Her teeth grit themselves with an unexpected Fury's, both at the Sword Knight so casual undoing Zon-Kuthonn's touch...and at her body for yielding to it.

One heals after pain she reminded herself. It is only natural.
But what was natural about this? The flames had burned away part of her seemed, exposing the many scars on her arms. Those were natural, would which had opened, closed, calloused. The burns? Yllada idly picked at a piece of skin.

Healing would cover those would up. As if they had never happened. No lesson's learned, no badge to wear.

Yllada was not often given to passion. That self-control was the reason she wasn't trying to wrong Allamar's neck.

Instead, she picked herself up, wrapping the sudden remain of her cloak around herself, scanned the crowd. Her eyes narrowed; at least she was not the only one to bare this inferno.

"Get up " she said to Garrick, her tone as blunt as usual...even as she expense an arm to help the man back to his feet. She wasn't quite sure why she did that. Empathy, perhaps?

[Athaleon]

"I'm fine now," Garrick grunted as he got to his feet. His quick reaction and the Sword Knight's channeling meant he had suffered no worse than some minor scalds, in the end. "Let's go." In a lower voice, he added, "You been seen helping me, so we should go together, but let's not all make a beeline for the house at the same time."

[pfm1995]

Scanning the crowd critically, Niccolo saw Garrick and Yllada split off and depart. It is, indeed past time to be gone. Putting two fingers in his mouth, he let out a piercing whistle and his horse trotted over to him, whickering softly at the smell of burned flesh. He mounted up and, before he left, turned to address the Sword-Knight. "An omen, perhaps? As you tend to the wounds of strangers and family, think on the fires of revolution and the costs of war."

Not waiting for a response, he turned and nudged his horse deeper into town. He had some business to conduct before he rejoined the others.

I'm just looking to buy some gear; namely a lance and leather barding for my horse.

[Starbuck_II]

As Niccolo searches for a nearby shop and get away from the smell of seared flesh, Lady Holly made a made dash to the Ash House unconcerned about being followed.
Two of the group helped each other get away, but decided it was best not to make a beeline for the Ash House.

OCC:

Rees House is the place to go for equipment like that.
Only 90% price. Each has a marking from the Great War.

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius finds Cimri and returns to the Ash House with the others. "I do apologize for the harm I caused to all of you. I had not anticipated such a conflagration. If any of you are still injured, I will make a healing draught for you."

Truly, he had shamed himself and his family name in causing such chaos. Causing a distraction was one thing, but setting a crowd on fire was entirely another. It was the kind of thing demons and revolutionaries did.

[Quiver]

Yllada nodded in agreement. Between Niccolo's speech and the fire, she doubted if anyone would be paying attention to two random faces in a crowd...but better to be safe than sorry.

A slower pace would also, she grudgingly admitted, be welcome. Healing aside, she still felt sore from the flames. She wrapping her arms in her cloak, hiding the scarification as much as anything else, and felt the symbol of Zon-Kuthon on her chest.

When she got her hands on the one responsible...

Yllada took a seat at the house. That was a grudging admission of the discomfort she was in.

That only partly accounted for the dark expression brewing on her face. Morvius' confession accounted for the rest.

"A healing draught would be appreciated," she said, her voice sounding like it would be anything but.

Her hand gripped the spiked chain tightly, or as tightly as they could in the current condition. To say that she was unhappy would be an understatement.

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

After rolling n the ground to put himself out Kyronak heads in a someone round about way to the ash house.

[Space Lawyer]

Despite the obvious displeasure in Yllada's voice, Morvius produces an extract for her. She had been a guest at his home, and so he owed her an even higher degree of cordiality than to the others. "Once again, my sincerest apologies for the harm my actions caused."

The inquisitor would undoubtedly stay angry at him for a time, and justifiably so, but in Morvius' experience time and gold tended to soothe over any negative feelings. This group, despite their oddities, was proving to be competent and complementary. That would undoubtedly translate into a profitable and exciting experience.

[Starbuck_II]

"Lemmy, draw my bath, after I met with Razelago, I will need it to get this smoke off, "
Lemmy, the slave hurries to the bath to get it ready.

Cimri, replies "We all will need one later, but yes, let us all greet Mr. Razelago. Oh, good job on the helm."

When you all follow to Razelago's office:
"Sir, we went as you ordered. It was pretty neat speech. Before it, Morvius decided to try to spread rumors to keep faith in Cheliax. Then I met my Aunt... Anyway, we heard that flowery speech by that Sword Knight Allamar. She showed us some crown from some Angel Knight person. But she seemed to be trying to spread rebellion talk. She wanted restoring the worship of Iomedae to its proper place in Cheliax or reclaim our nation in the name of their god. Niccolo here decided to counter with his own speech. It was nice: you'd have liked it. Oh. then Morvius burned the whole crowd, us included, in a fire (she winks at Morvius before continuing). It wasn't a pleasant event at that point. During we all were on fire, Lady Holly here decided to steal the Angel Knight's helm."

“That’s a more dramatic move than I’d expect from a country priestess—I’m impressed. Tileavia Allamar might be more interesting than I’d thought. It’s the helmet and this ‘Angel Knight’ I’m curious about, though. I’ve heard rumors of the Glorious Reclamation. An overzealous mob of Iomedaean fanatics calling for a nationwide revolution, as if there was any hope of that. Still, Archbaron Fex might find this information valuable.
“In any case, you’ve done well. You’ll find your payment in the parlor. I shouldn’t have any more work for you today, but I suspect that might change tomorrow. I’ll send word. You may ask any questions this experience has come to you.”

OCC

Due to your actions, the rebellion grew by 1 only. The speech normally makes it grow by 3 (1 more if Louslik was killed). Good job.
Both the counter rumors and stealing the helm lowered or by 1.
The speech by Niccolo would have lowered it too, but they resisted it barely.

[pfm1995]

Arriving back at the Ash House about an hour after the others; Niccolo quickly moved upstairs after seeing no-one but Lemmy on the first floor. His trip to Rees House had been profitable; a sturdy lance and new armor for his horse were found for a good price. He would have to do something about the House Davian markings - burn them off, perhaps - but that could wait an hour.

[Athaleon]

"In a way, I think it may have helped that most of us were caught in the fire and Niccolo here had a spell that could help put people out," Garrick remarked. "It helped take some suspicion off of us." Once the meeting was concluded, he returned to the parlor to collect his pay.

[Quiver]

Yllada grunted, taking the draught without much comment. She had never been one for small talk, and even if she was, there wasn't much more to say on the issue. She was clearly annoyed; Morvius was obviously contrite.

She tied the chain to her waist, then followed the group to Razelago.

Questions...she had questions. Mostly about this Allamar and her children. But it didn't sound as if Razelago had any answers on that front, at least not yet.

Instead, she followed the others downstairs, curious about what the Payment would be this time.

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius gives a small, polite bow. "I would confess to being most curious as to the goals of these disparate tasks. I take it that you are somehow in the employment of the Archbaron, and that the overall aim of your directions are to support his reign. I would like to know, first, how and you came to support the Archbaron with such vigor, and second, what your ultimate goals for our employment might be."

[Starbuck_II]

"I was wondering when you all would ask the right questions. "
Razelago image behind the screen shakes his head as if to laugh.

"I've had numerous dealings with the Archbaron in the past. Your ultimate goals are to make Cheliax great again. The how will be explained after the next mission: more and more our trust in each other is growing and soon all will be known between us."

(for anyone not staying for questions)
Downstairs, sitting where the open chest was sitting is a closed chest.
Inside is another bag with your name on it (each is 200 gold inside in various coins)

Oh and EXP distribution when downstairs:

134 XP each for attending sermon. Plus for antics lowering rebellion points: 134 XP each as well.
In total you each gain 268 XP each

[Zhentarim]

"I was wondering when you all would ask the right questions. "
Razelago image behind the screen shakes his head as if to laugh.

"I've had numerous dealings with the Archbaron in the past. Your ultimate goals are to make Cheliax great again. The how will be explained after the next mission: more and more our trust in each other is growing and soon all will be known between us."

(for anyone not staying for questions)
Downstairs, sitting where the open chest was sitting is a closed chest.
Inside is another bag with your name on it (each is 200 gold inside in various coins)

Oh and EXP distribution when downstairs:

134 XP each for attending sermon. Plus for antics lowering rebellion points: 134 XP each as well.
In total you each gain 268 XP each

Holly, a little run down and maybe having a touch of a cold, went down to the chest without asking questions. She examined what she recieved and pocketed her earnings.

[pfm1995]

"I dislike your insinuation, but I accept your motives. Until tomorrow, then."

Taking his gold and tying it to his waste, Niccolo moved to the fireplace and began to check the chimney for blockages - he needed to get a fire going to remove his armor's markings.

[Space Lawyer]

Oh, well this was getting exciting. It seemed Razelago wasn't the forthcoming sort. It would be such a delightful game to match wits against him to discover what game he was playing, and then perhaps join him in it. For now though, it seemed as if Morvius and the others would have to remain as game pieces until they had a better view of the board.

"You have been most enlightening in your succinctness. I do hope to further develop our rapport in future for our mutual benefit. For now though, I think I will take my leave. Until tomorrow." Morvius inclines his head again, and departs downstairs.

He is somewhat less impressed with the bag of gold. The idea of being paid an actual salary was foreign. Grubbing over actual coins was best left to merchants and commoners. Those of his class were expected to measure their wealth in land and heirlooms, to measure liquidity in ledgers as opposed to actual gold. Still, he was living without familial support at the moment, and certainly could not reject coin when it came. It would be best to bury such counterproductive prejudices for the time being.

[Starbuck_II]

Cimri was happy to have another job done. He had found the right group. When they got downstairs:
"So, ever wonder what the Angel Knight looks like without her or his helmet? You know since we stole it".

Cimri grabs her bag in the chest and counted her money just to check.

[pfm1995]

"Much the same as anyone else, I expect. A delight in purity of form is something all angelic faiths share, even if Iomedae is a pretender to that title."

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Upon hearing what the ultimate goals were Kyronak breathed easier. He had no desire to be a simple sell sword. He wanted to bring order and eliminate the false benefit of good. He retrieved his gold.

He then heads out to get some better armor. He will sell his scale and get a suit of Banded.

I think he gets 25 gp for the scale and the banded costs him 225 gp for a net change of -200 gp

[Athaleon]

Garrick pocketed his gold with a grin like the cat who'd just eaten the canary, and reclined on one of the chairs in the parlor.


"So, ever wonder what the Angel Knight looks like without her or his helmet? You know since we stole it".


"Does this Knight preach against vanity? With a name like that, somehow I doubt it, so my guess is that this Knight is quite the looker. No one'll care how pious he is, he can't call himself that if he looks like a ****in' goblin."

[Starbuck_II]

(Keep posting any activities/dialogue of previous day you wish, just setting up next scene)






The following morning at dawn, Cimri travels around to gathers the PCs to meet in Razelago’s office, "Come on, fellows, I was told this might be a good one. Rzelago said he has an actually message from the Archbaron with him."

[Zhentarim]

(Keep posting any activities/dialogue of previous day you wish, just setting up next scene)






The following morning at dawn, Cimri travels around to gathers the PCs to meet in Razelago’s office, "Come on, fellows, I was told this might be a good one. Rzelago said he has an actually message from the Archbaron with him."

"What does the Archbaron have for us, today?"

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius accompanies Kyronak on the shopping trip for some better armor. While serviceable, his current attire wasn't quite up to standards. He trades it in for some that is proudly shown as a masterwork piece, supple yet protective, and dyed in colors appropriate for the nation.

The next morning, Morvius' curiosity impels him to quick action. A message directly from the Archbaron could prove interesting.

[Quiver]

When Yllada emerged from her sleeping quarters that morning, it was wearing an expression that seemed more gaunt and inflexible than ever. The inquisitor hadn't rested much; the opposite, actually. She had spent most of the night in prayer to Zon-Kuthon.

Of course, unlike other gods, mere words were of little value to the midnight prince. Or to Yllada herself.

Two days, running errands for Razelago. The inquisitor chain was settling by her hip. The last few days had been doing an exceptional job of trying her patience.

For Razelago's sake, the message had better be worth it...

[pfm1995]

Niccolo rose and settled his horse into its newly-christened armor - the leather's former allegiances obscured by black burn marks. His holy symbol had made for an effective brand.

The Ash House's titular smell was beginning to make way for the scents of people and food; someone - probably 'Lemmy' - had made breakfast. Time for that later, though, for now he was almost late for a meeting.

[Starbuck_II]

Cimri answers Holly, "We shall see, miss."

When the PCs are gathered and follow Cimri, we enter the office:
"We are here, sir. Let us know your message."

“Nothing more than an errand today, but one well suited to your skills. I met with the Archbaron last night.”
Razelago’s silhouette inclines a hand toward a stack of rolled parchments on the table. “
He has issued several new decrees that he’d like posted across town to inform the citizenry.”

"Post these decrees at the notice post in the church square, the jail, the Last Stand Tavern, and the Castle Gate. And while you’re at the jail, stop by the sheriff’s office. The Archbaron has a second decree for you to deliver.”
Razelago’s shadow tilts toward Cimri, who picks up a folded page from the table. “One that dismisses Rhona Staelish as the sheriff of Longacre."
Cimri gasps and nods.
“You have until noon today. Perform as reliably as you have in your last two tasks, and I’ll pay what we agreed upon for your first task. If this assignment goes smoothly, the Archbaron would like to meet with you. It sounds as though he might soon have some civil positions to fill, Oh, and if you have questions ask. Feel free to read the decree..”

The Decree

All Citizens of and Visitors to the Town of Longacre,
By Order of His Lordship Darellus Fex, Archbaron of Longacre, and in accordance with the wishes of Her Infernal Majestrix, Queen Abrogail II of the Thrice-Damned House of Thrune, the following decrees are now in effect:

Longacre’s western gate, known as the Castle Gate, is closed until further notice. All travel into and out of Longacre must employ the north or south gates and be officially sanctioned. Only the archbaron’s agents, sanctioned local businesses, or those displaying a writ of passage bearing the seal of House Fex, will be granted passage. All others must obtain a writ from the Longacre notary or do business elsewhere.

Longacre citizens shall not congregate in groups numbering greater than six in private, or in numbers greater than twelve in public. Exceptions will be made only for families with more than six members or for individuals undertaking the natural course of their business. Gatherings for the purposes of celebration, education, or religion are not exempt from this order.

A curfew is now in effect. From the hour after dusk to the hour before dawn, no citizen of Longacre is allowed upon the town’s streets without a writ of exception bearing the seal of House Fex. The archbaron’s agents and sanctioned local businesses are exempt from this order. Those seeking a writ of exception may apply at the Longacre Notary.

Any persons found in violation of these mandates or any other laws and sanctions of Longacre will be considered seditious agents and are subject to questioning, imprisonment, and summary judgment by the Archbaron of Longacre and officials of the town government.
For the prosperity of Longacre, the protection of the Empire, and the glory of House Thrune,
Darellus Fex,
Archbaron of Longacre

[pfm1995]

Taking a decree, Niccolo takes a moment to read it. He raises an eyebrow. "I presume the Church of Asmodeus and those of his subordinates are exempt from this?"

[Zhentarim]

Holly took a decree and awaited an answer to Niccolo's question. She wondered the same.

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius takes the time to properly outfit himself for going out. He applies his cologne and consults his books. Taking a copy of the decree, he carefully adds it to the book of letters. One never knew when the signature of an archbaron could come in handy.

The sound of a civil position was actually quite enticing to Morvius. An idea had been forming since he had come to Longacre, and had come together last night with the bag of coin. There was great wealth in the cities, but little access to capital. The matter was even worse in the rural areas of the country, such as where Morvius hailed from. The church of Abadar did a fine job, but their religious function was perhaps standing in the way of profit. With the right funding and official support, one could form a rival bank and accumulate great wealth, eventually spreading to other cities and industries. Longacre seemed a fine place to start.

Applying cologne, consulting blue book and book of letters. Overall a +6 to diplomacy, +2 to know local, and +2 to bluff.

[Starbuck_II]

You see the silhouette of Razelago give a small chuckle
"They will still need a writ of exemption, but I bet it will be a guarantee it will be given. As long as the Archbaron is in good standing with those subordinates, of course. And before you ask, these decrees are binding until the Archbaron changes his mind. Likely when this silly Glorious Reclamation talk has died down. "

Cimri asks, "I'm not sure, but maybe she was asking if we were exempt?"

Razelago pauses, before exclaiming, "I can't yet given thought to that. So not as yet. So do not be out past dark. But likely our future meeting with the Archbaron will exempt you all if you perform this deed I have given you without major issue... try not to set the rest of town on fire."

[Zhentarim]

"An idea I have is to put on a concert. If we can make the town forget all about the rebellion with some acting and fine food and drink, we can make them not WANT to fight. Today may not be the best day, but I would love to brighten people's spirits up a little and maybe bring in some revenue with ticket sales. What do y'all think?"

[HappyMerecat]

Kyronak

Kyronak takes a copy of the decree and reads it. "I have no questions."

[Space Lawyer]

Morvius gives a long, hard stare at the Thrune. "Absolutely not. The town is halfway to rebellion, and you want to throw a damn party." He shakes his head with a dumfounded look on his face.

"Anyways, Razelago, I can promise to try to avoid any more inflammatory incidents. I have plans for this town and its improvement."

[pfm1995]

"I think few of us here are singers or performers, but that is beside the point. Your brother has forbidden gatherings of over twelve people." Niccolo turns to Razelago. "Very well. This mission, and then we see behind this veil of yours."

After they had all left the room, Niccolo speaks up. "We should move as a group - numbers send a message all of their own."

[Starbuck_II]

Cimri pips in, "Where do you want to check first? We can do the church, I'm sure that Priestess will be happy when we post it. We can deal with my aunt at the jail. We can have a drink before upsetting the Last Stand Tavern; I doubt he'll serve us after. Also be a jerk to whoever runs the Castle Gate."

[pfm1995]

"The church first, I think. It's only polite. And we should save your aunt for last; we may need her support before the day is out."