Cyre Red (IC)

[Amnestic]

"This w-w-w-w-w-was my p-p-p-p-p-place." Anger gives way to emotional fatigue - to emptiness. "I won't g-g-g-go. You sh-sh-sh-sh-should g-g-g-g-go." There's defiance still in the eyes, a small flicker, but people have been sustained on less before. They turn away, dropping the stone held to the ground and going to move more from the pile, their movements changed from frantic to methodical and paced. They pointedly do not look back at you, their back open and entirely vulnerable.

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Last chance for anyone to make a comment but it seems like you guys are probably read to move on?

[Spore]

Surge the Sellsword Shifter Ranger AC: 17 HP: 36/44 PP: 16 PIv: 15 PIs: 13 Conditions: Devil Panther's Sight (120 ft) Concentration: - Surge was judging between striking the machine man down here and now to deprive more radical wasteland warforged factions of another acolyte and not acting against their group's will. Ultimatively he preferred group cohesion over his own will. In a last empty threat, the shifter goes: If you threaten us or any other organics in an ambush from now, I will find you and bring you down. Do not let it come to this.

[Bobthewizard]

Svek, Kobold Sorcerer | AC: 16 HP: 48 +0 /52 | PP: 15 PIv: 10 PIs: 12 Spell Points: 24/27 Sorcery Points: 3/5 Wand: 6/7 Wings 119/120 Conditions: Svek stays silent while the others interrogate and intimidate the warforged. He feels bad for the stutterer. The man just saw all of his friends killed and who knows what he had been through before this. While he knows it wasn't our fault, Svek feels ashamed for our role in their deaths. Svek believes the others' threats and hopes that the stutterer follows their advice and finds a way to build a better life for himself not based on hate. Hoping a little sympathy can help set him on that path, Svek calls out to him again as his back is turned to us and follows him into the rubble. "I am sorry for my part in your friends' deaths. That was never our intent when we came looking for assistance. Here, I will help you, but we will have to leave if others come looking for us. We don't want any more fighting." He starts to help uncover the buried dead, hoping to help the stutterer bury his friends with honor, but staying out of the warforged's way, trying to show respect to the dead. He looks to Adam to see if he will help. Svek will stop helping if Adam tells him to.

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Duvi (Duvamil Sparklegem) gnome, Majordomo for Prince Oargev.
Haydith ir'Wynarn, Princess of Karnnath
Kellar d'Kundarak
Mialee, a Valenar elf who is training Oargev's troops
job in Kalazart (have map)
rescue salvage crew
Bring back documents
Kundarak loot can be sold to Kundarak
In New Cyre - Cyran Metalworks for armor and weapons
Dalsin's Wondrous Emporium - some magic items
Finas Tiyas, halfling ghost, now in Honor, needs to return sword to Eston.
Delver, warforged in camp
Stutterer, allowed to live

[purepolarpanzer]

First Sergeant Honor Warforged Paladin of Conquest AC: 19 HP: 46/54 PP: 11 PIv: 9 PIs: 14 Conditions: Concentrating on: 5 / 5 d10 HD Spell Slots- 3/4 1st, 1/2 2nd Lay on Hands- 0/25 "You should move on. Know you will not be spared again." Honor gestures to the others. "Unless anyone is wounded we should move on. There is nothing here but broken men and burning church." Honor does not seem to notice the fallen warforged, nor the solitary survivor they left behind. It was the past already in his mind. He considered ending the resentful metallic soul, but he didn't feel the need. There was nothing he could do to harm Honor, or so the soldier thought. Killing prisoners was... unnecessary at this time.

[Archmage1]

Adam nods at the warforged's answer. "Determination can see you far. And better, by far to build something, than to destroy. I think we've all seen more than enough destruction." His expression softens, for a moment. "For what it's worth, I am sorry."

With that, he turns to go, to depart, and continue on the quest for the armory, and the rescue mission.

[RandomWombat]

Aanash Tiefling Barbarian/Wizard/Warlock AC: 19 HP: 57/57 PP: 12 PIv: 11 PIs: 12 Conditions: Arcane Ward (5/5), Temp HP (6) Resisting the urge to bant the warforged with something along the lines of talk **** get hit, Aanash leaves him to his rubble digging. When Svek starts to linger behind he pauses, looking to the rest of the party. "We helping the little dragon bury the dead or...?"

[purepolarpanzer]

First Sergeant Honor Warforged Paladin of Conquest AC: 19 HP: 46/54 PP: 11 PIv: 9 PIs: 14 Conditions: Concentrating on: 5 / 5 d10 HD Spell Slots- 3/4 1st, 1/2 2nd Lay on Hands- 0/25 Honor looks at Anaash, his eyelights growing a bit brighter to show surprise. "You bury bodies to keep scavengers from taking the meat, to hide the rotting. They are warforged. They will neither rot nor be eaten. It is not practical, but Svek and you others wish to I will not stop you." Honor didn't look back at the massacre.

[Amnestic]

The warforged passively refuses Svek's aid, moving away and continuing to turn his back, a rejection in all things but words. Even this amount of aid is denied, and with the rest of the party seeking to move on, it's not long before the group leaves the warforged to his work - digging out the bodies would take hours to do, and time is a luxury you can ill-afford.

The ruins are left behind, and you continue following the path eastward towards Kalazart following a steady if not particularly pleasant pace. The march is hard on the feet, the grey sky draining on the soul, and though you still have some time before you feel the need to lay heads down to rest, a break would be appreciated.

Almost in response to this thought, a village appears on the horizon, which you reach within the hour. It appears relatively untouched by the Mourning, and in a stark contrast to the last 'settlement' you passed through this one appears in a decent state of repair. Though some buildings bear superficial damage, they've held up remarkably well all things considered. You neither see nor hear any indication of creatures as you pass by the quiet, darkened buildings, but up ahead light and sound catches your attention. One of the buildings in the centre of town appears to have torch or firelight flickering through the windows, and your ears pick up the sounds of a stringed instrument - a lute perhaps - being strum loudly, though there's no other sounds you might expect to accompany it - no singing, no stomping of dancing feet, nor any sounds of carousing from occupants. The door to the building, a tavern bearing the name of Four Leafed Rabbit's Feet, is open.

[Bobthewizard]

Svek, Kobold Sorcerer | AC: 16 HP: 48 +0 /52 | PP: 15 PIv: 10 PIs: 12 Spell Points: 24/27 Sorcery Points: 3/5 Wand: 6/7 Wings 118/120 Conditions: Svek helps remove rubble for a short while, but when the warfoged seems to not want him around, and especially when Adam starts to leave. He says his goodbye and follows the others. "I am sorry again for your friends. I hope you find peace, and I hope we meet again under better circumstances." With that, he flies off to catch up to his friends. With his wings being built more for short flights, he spends the rest of the day walking along with the others, his short legs taking three steps for every one the larger races take. When they reach the village, he is drawn to the music, even if he knows not to trust anything here. "The Four Leafed Rabbits Feet? Well, that certainly sounds lucky. Shall we go in? An inn might be a nice place to rest for the night. Or... it might be certain doom."

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Duvi (Duvamil Sparklegem) gnome, Majordomo for Prince Oargev.
Haydith ir'Wynarn, Princess of Karnnath
Kellar d'Kundarak
Mialee, a Valenar elf who is training Oargev's troops
job in Kalazart (have map)
rescue salvage crew
Bring back documents
Kundarak loot can be sold to Kundarak
In New Cyre - Cyran Metalworks for armor and weapons
Dalsin's Wondrous Emporium - some magic items
Finas Tiyas, halfling ghost, now in Honor, needs to return sword to Eston.
Delver, warforged in camp
Stutterer, allowed to live

[RandomWombat]

Aanash Tiefling Barbarian/Wizard/Warlock AC: 19 HP: 57/57 PP: 12 PIv: 11 PIs: 12 Conditions: Arcane Ward (5/5), Temp HP (6) In answer to Svek's question, Aanash marches forward and swings open the door. To his credit, he takes cover behind the wall of the doorway while peering inside rather than go charging in. "Hello, friend?" he asks, looking around for the source of the music. Spoiler: Rolls Show (1d20+2)[4] Perception[

[Amnestic]

Aanash looks in on a tavern untouched by time or mourning - and perhaps also be people. The interior is lit brightly, the floors freshly swept. Tables and chairs are spread around a central platform, upon which a lute is propped up on a chair, strumming itself, and against a wall rests a piano whose keys join the melody. The tables are laden with food - roasted meats and potatoes, steamed vegetables, boats of sauce, all of which smell distinctly delicious, though who made them is unclear. There is no one stood behind the bar, upon which rests a number of mugs waiting to be filled, and were it not for the music it would be entirely silent inside. No one responds to Aanash's greeting.

[Archmage1]

Adam pauses, opening his mouth to speak as Anash marches into the tavern. Then, he shuts it again, and prays that this doesn't go as badly as it could.

[Spore]

Surge the Sellsword Shifter Ranger AC: 17 HP: 36/44 PP: 16 PIv: 15 PIs: 13 Conditions: Devil Panther's Sight (120 ft) Concentration: - Surge's feline ears perk up as his nose takes in the smell of food. Obviously the sight was eerie, but the Mournland WAS weird. But this was no obvious illusion or trap. That would be too plain. This is no trap. But if we do not find some sort of repeating magic, something that resets this place to its former state, we should not indulge in this food. But I for one think this place is for real. Won't hurt to double check but maybe we just found something very obviously hospitable. That said Surge enters and investigates the place thoroughly. He opens every room, door and window, every pantry and finally tries a tiny speck of food and water. Maybe this oddity just meant they had a day of relaxation.

[purepolarpanzer]

First Sergeant Honor Warforged Paladin of Conquest AC: 19 HP: 46/54 PP: 11 PIv: 9 PIs: 14 Conditions: Concentrating on: 5 / 5 d10 HD Spell Slots- 3/4 1st, 1/2 2nd Lay on Hands- 0/25 Honor, from outside this mysterious tavern, says "We'll find naught but trouble here. You all have your rations. We should press on and leave this oddity behind. This must be some sort of trap or snare..." He looks around suspiciously, searching for any signs of trouble.

[Bobthewizard]

Svek, Kobold Sorcerer | AC: 16 HP: 48 +0 /52 | PP: 15 PIv: 10 PIs: 12 Spell Points: 24/27 Sorcery Points: 3/5 Wand: 6/7 Wings 118/120 Conditions: Svek is curious what is inside and wants go in, but can't seem to bring himself to enter. So he stays in the doorway, afraid to go in, but not willing to stay outside alone. He concerned with Aanash and Surge's nonchalant entrances into the establishment, thinking this deserves a little more caution. He is reassured by Honor's declaration. "I agree. We should move on. What kind of magic do you think could have protected this place from the Mourning?"

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Duvi (Duvamil Sparklegem) gnome, Majordomo for Prince Oargev.
Haydith ir'Wynarn, Princess of Karnnath
Kellar d'Kundarak
Mialee, a Valenar elf who is training Oargev's troops
job in Kalazart (have map)
rescue salvage crew
Bring back documents
Kundarak loot can be sold to Kundarak
In New Cyre - Cyran Metalworks for armor and weapons
Dalsin's Wondrous Emporium - some magic items
Finas Tiyas, halfling ghost, now in Honor, needs to return sword to Eston.
Delver, warforged in camp
Stutterer, allowed to live

[RandomWombat]

Aanash Tiefling Barbarian/Wizard/Warlock AC: 19 HP: 57/57 PP: 12 PIv: 11 PIs: 12 Conditions: Arcane Ward (5/5), Temp HP (6) "What kind of magic indeed," rubbing his chin between two fingers, the tiefling peers into the building with interest. "And an answer, I believe, I have! There are halflings in this land which wield the power of Hospitality. Yes?" he points out. Without fear, he strolls inside, taking a seat at one of the tables. "Clearly, this tavern was enchanted to be hospitable!"

[Amnestic]

There's no negative reaction from either Aanash or Surge's investigations, and though no waitstaff appear (be they magical or mundane) to aid in the hospitality, the tables do already have food there, and you could serve yourself drinks, if you're brave enough to step behind the empty counter in an otherwise empty inn.

Poking and prodding around the room(s) reveals no illusions (that you can detect at least). Everything smells as it should, the wooden countertops and tables have the right texture (and taste, if you're brave enough) and even the door hinges squeak with an appropriate amount of 'oiled semi-recently, but not too recently' response. The food is tasty, with sort of general flavour one would expect from common hearty tavern fare - nothing overly rich or deep, but still something that brings a smile to the face.

Aside from the inn's central room, there's an upstairs with bedrooms, a downstairs washroom, and a backroom for employees. All similarly empty, yet all similarly in a fine state of use.

[Bobthewizard]

Svek, Kobold Sorcerer | AC: 16 HP: 48 +0 /52 | PP: 15 PIv: 10 PIs: 12 Spell Points: 24/27 Sorcery Points: 3/5 Wand: 6/7 Wings 118/120 Conditions: While he initially wanted to move on, the smell of real food and promise of a soft, warm bed are too enticing. Svek spends a few seconds looking longingly into the tavern, then glancing back at Honor and Adam, hoping they will go in first. But eventually the pull of comfort is too much. He hesitates and slowly walks into the room, again glancing back at Honor and Adam, beckoning them to join him. Once inside, he feels guilty leaving the others outside, but can't help himself. He sits down next to Aanash. He asks in a quiet voice, the type people use when they are in a church, hoping not to disturb anything. "Have you tried anything yet? Is it as good as it smells?" He reaches for a bit of food, and starts to eat, slowly at first, but gathering enthusiasm as he goes, enjoying the taste of real food. Soon he is fully immersed in the endeavor.

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Duvi (Duvamil Sparklegem) gnome, Majordomo for Prince Oargev.
Haydith ir'Wynarn, Princess of Karnnath
Kellar d'Kundarak
Mialee, a Valenar elf who is training Oargev's troops
job in Kalazart (have map)
rescue salvage crew
Bring back documents
Kundarak loot can be sold to Kundarak
In New Cyre - Cyran Metalworks for armor and weapons
Dalsin's Wondrous Emporium - some magic items
Finas Tiyas, halfling ghost, now in Honor, needs to return sword to Eston.
Delver, warforged in camp
Stutterer, allowed to live

[Archmage1]

Adam frowns as Anash and Svek continue to rush inside, and assume that everything was safe. However, as there didn't seem to be any significant visible threats, he continues his wary watch.

[RandomWombat]

Aanash Tiefling Barbarian/Wizard/Warlock AC: 19 HP: 57/57 PP: 12 PIv: 11 PIs: 12 Conditions: Arcane Ward (5/5), Temp HP (6) Plucking a juicy, grease-laden bird leg from one of the plates on the table, Aanash turns it over, inspects it, and breathes in the wafting smell of freshly cooked food. "Is it?" he wonders aloud at Svek's question, looking down at the little dragon. His voice is just as quiet, as if speaking too loudly could shatter the illusion. "There is only one way to find out." Sinking his teeth in, he begins to slowly savor the tastes on display. Tavern fare, even scarce on spices and herbs for flavor, is a welcome respite from dried rations. The Mournland giveth? Perhaps. He would discover soon what the price of this gift might be.

[purepolarpanzer]

First Sergeant Honor Warforged Paladin of Conquest AC: 19 HP: 46/54 PP: 11 PIv: 9 PIs: 14 Conditions: Concentrating on: 5 / 5 d10 HD Spell Slots- 3/4 1st, 1/2 2nd Lay on Hands- 0/25 Honor looks to Adam and gives a soft, well practiced sigh. "I will not hold it against you if you would like to join the others. I will wait out here, either to meet trouble if it comes or to look foolish if all you find in there is magical hospitality. I prefer safe over sorry." Honor moves to the side of the door and goes to a knee, assuming a vigilant stance and staring out into the Mournland, looking for threats.

[Archmage1]

Adam shakes his head firmly at Honor's offer. "If it is genuine, all's well. If it isn't genuine, then we'll need to find a way to resolve the situation. I think this is quite foolish. Yes, it could be genuine, but there were no such automated taverns before the Mourning. And I do not believe that the Mourning did any good for Cyre."

He pauses, thoughtfully, then pulls out a small set of bone dice, and rolls them into the dirt. "Is going into the tavern, and consuming the food a good idea."

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Casting Augury.

[Awful]

The Witch, for her part, didn't enter.

Something too good to be true normally was.

She waited for the results of the augery with a frown on her sharp features, trying not to let her mouth water at the smell of roasted meats and fresh bread.

[Amnestic]

The bone dice rattle as the magic washes over them, for a moment resting in place before flipping over and over and over again, then finally resting on a straight set of 1s across the board - Woe, there can be no doubt.

[Archmage1]

Adam looks over the results for one moment, before looking into the tavern, and calling out. "Time to go. Going in, and eating the food is not a good idea, per the gods. You will find only Woe."

[Awful]

The Iron Witch Winged Tiefling AC: 18 HP: 38/38 THP:0 PP: 14 PIv: 15 PIs: 11 Conditions: Concentrating on: 5 / 5 d8 HD Spell Slots- 4/4 1st, 2/2 2nd Misty Step 1/1 Bless 1/1 /LR Cannon: 0/1 Fireball wand 6/7 Witchling AC13 HP: 18/18 THP: 9 16PP

The Witch huffed out a sharp breath at the stark result. She gripped her longarm tighter and looked around, even if the danger was not likely an ambush but more insidious.

"I wish I could be surprised," she grumbled. "But what else could one expect in this accursed land?"

She tapped Honour lightly on the shoulder, speaking low and quiet to him.
"Be ready to pull them out if necessary, if you would. Whatever ill work is afoot, you are least like to fall prey to it."

[Bobthewizard]

Svek, Kobold Sorcerer | AC: 16 HP: 48 +0 /52 | PP: 15 PIv: 10 PIs: 12 Spell Points: 24/27 Sorcery Points: 3/5 Wand: 6/7 Wings 118/120 Conditions: When Adam calls out, Svek jumps up from the table at attention. He responds with 'sir' as a sign of respect for Adam. "Yes, sir. Coming, sir." He turns to Aanash and Surge, "We should go. Adam is usually right about these things." But as he leaves, Svek scoops up another handful of food to continue eating on his way out. He walks out the door, finishing his delicious food, talking to Adam and Honor with his mouth full. "You really should try it though. It's delicious."

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Duvi (Duvamil Sparklegem) gnome, Majordomo for Prince Oargev.
Haydith ir'Wynarn, Princess of Karnnath
Kellar d'Kundarak
Mialee, a Valenar elf who is training Oargev's troops
job in Kalazart (have map)
rescue salvage crew
Bring back documents
Kundarak loot can be sold to Kundarak
In New Cyre - Cyran Metalworks for armor and weapons
Dalsin's Wondrous Emporium - some magic items
Finas Tiyas, halfling ghost, now in Honor, needs to return sword to Eston.
Delver, warforged in camp
Stutterer, allowed to live

[Spore]

Surge the Sellsword Shifter Ranger AC: 17 HP: 36/44 PP: 16 PIv: 15 PIs: 13 Conditions: Devil Panther's Sight (120 ft) Concentration: - Surge is glad the others decided for him. Because truth be told he was toying with the thought of staying in this. They went into a clearly inhabited church to destroy a dozen warforged with no incentive whatsoever, so why pause here? But the priest's augury revealed more. I hate to agree here. The place seemt too good to be true. Spoiler Show Arcana check with advantage (2d20)[22] 8 and 4 +2 (or Investigation +5 but I assume that requires going inside) So either 12 for Arcana or 15 for Investigation

[RandomWombat]

Aanash Tiefling Barbarian/Wizard/Warlock AC: 19 HP: 57/57 PP: 12 PIv: 11 PIs: 12 Conditions: Arcane Ward (5/5), Temp HP (6) Still chewing on a piece of chicken, Aanash rolls his eyes. He daintily holds the bone of a drumstick above the plate and lets it fall. "Well if the gods say so, who am I to argue?" Standing from the table, he wipes his greasy hands unceremoniously on his pants and walks behind Svek towards the exit. At least he had a taste of the good stuff before the priest's decision dice decided to play voice of reason. But he's learned well enough not to argue with them.

[purepolarpanzer]

First Sergeant Honor Warforged Paladin of Conquest AC: 19 HP: 46/54 PP: 11 PIv: 9 PIs: 14 Conditions: Concentrating on: 5 / 5 d10 HD Spell Slots- 3/4 1st, 1/2 2nd Lay on Hands- 0/25 "Wise use of magic, Adam." Honor watched all the others leave, eyes narrowing as they grab their last morsels of food. "Disgusting. Taking that which you know to be false. That may be cursed. And all because it smells good? "It is obvious you've never been hungry and tired from a long day of marching. I myself was quite tempted to sample some of this cursed cuisine, but..." "That would have been messy and inconvenient for both of us. I'd be cleaning grease from my mechanisms for weeks. Besides, what's the point? Neither of us needs food." "Ah, but there's a difference. You've never needed food. My ability to enjoy it has been stripped away by violence and the Mourning. Given the chance? I'd eat something in a heartbeat. Apologize for the reference..." Honor pondered this for a moment before responding. "I am... sorry... I cannot give you that pleasure that you miss, Corporal." He mumbled this aloud by accident, not used to keeping up conversation in his head.