Tears at Bitter Manor - Team A - "Avengers" (Inactive)

Game Master FratManCy

Hope Against Hope!
Bleak days have come to the Taldan city of Cassomir and nearby settlements, with a wave of depression and rage sparking horrific acts of violence. When retired adventurer Taergan Flinn doesn’t show up to meet with his old companions, The Golden Watch, the PCs are called upon to investigate, leading them into a swirling maelstrom of horror and tragedy. Can the PCs unmask and confront the malevolent entity behind the madness and restore hope to a tortured land?

Cassomir Map

Mothers Care Map


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Liberty's Edge

Male Human
Stats:
Brawler/7 AC: 23,15,19; HP: 74/74; Saves: 9,10,7; Init+7; Per+11

Stephen is mildly surprised that his shield makes contact. She looks more solid now, but he's not sure and strikes out with his shield again. To add to the fun, now some magician was throwing fire around.

"C'mon lady, be reasonable!"

Shield Bash: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 2 = 26

Damage: 1d4 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 = 10


Zinthar:

Zinthar wrote:


1- is she now corporeal enough that normal weapons/spells now hurt it vs the limits of an incorporeal form? 
2- do I know of any specific energy weaknesses she might have? 
3- any special method needed to defeat her? 
4- what.......is her favorite color?

1. Yes, she is as solid as you can tell. You're not particularly sure if this is a permanent condition.

2. She doesn't appear to have any known weaknesses.
3. Great question. While she can be defeated by normal means of dispatching incorporeal foes, she's more or less tied to the material plane. You'd have to find her fetter - her anchor, unless she'll come back...again.
4. Seafoam green.

Rafaello:

Rafaello wrote:


1. Are physical attacks going to hurt it now that it's corporeal? 
2. Does it have any particular weaknesses? 
3. What type of undead is it? 
4. What creates this type of undead (because that might be important should there be more of 'em around)?

1. Yes. Physical attacks may harm her while she's corporeal.

2. It doesn't have any particular weaknesses.
3. It's a durable ghost type.
4. Because she died from such sadness, her grief and misery had a strong tie to the material plane that she couldn't just move on. Jealous of the living, she openly attacks mortals hoping to sap their strength to become whole once more...even if it's a fleeting thought.

Think of her as someone who died from the most extreme episode of heartbreak.


Round 3 Results

Initiatives edited with Golaria's Bonus:

Pipernotin 25
Drips / Pavlov 20
Kienyach 18
Zinthar 15
Galoria 14
Captain Andoran 14
Monster 13
Rafaello 4

1. Producing his crossbow, Pipernortin fires a bolt at the harsh critic!
Pipernotin hits!

2. Once the ghost had taken flesh, Kienyach did was Kienyach does best, he applies full force of claws.
Kienyach hits!

3. Producing forth a spurt of flame, he watched as its fiery mirth encapsulated the foe!

DM Rolls:

Ghost Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 Yep...that went well...

Zinthar hits!

4. Unsure if the new arrival was a necromancer or not, Galoria took no chances and sent another arrow flying towards the greater evil.
Galoria hits!

5. Not one to back, Captain strikes the ghost once more!
Cap hits!

6. Recognizing his husband within the Cleric, she dove forth with two slams hoping to share her anguish with Rafaello.
Rafaello takes 18 points of dmg from the Ghost

7. And lastly, Rafaello, chose to defend himself and swung widly from the female suitor. Afterall, he was a married man.
Your glaive attack missed...

Round 3Ends
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Round 4 Begins

Initiatives edited with Golaria's Bonus:

Pipernotin 25
Drips / Pavlov 20
Kienyach 18
Zinthar 15
Galoria 14
Captain Andoran 14
Monster 13
Rafaello 4

Health Tracker:

Ephermeral Echo HP: (- 5, -15, -19, -7 ,-10) 03 / 84

Ghost remains corporeal!

Upon taking a massive amount of damage, the Ghost continued to focus on the cleric. Tears trickled down her face as her misery became real.

”You would dare turn your back on me, Omid!!!”

Doubling over, her hair covered much of her face as she was a sobbing mess. She did this for just a moment until the sobbing stopped, a low growl emerged from the woman. In seconds flat, she dove forth Rafaello once more, with claws stretched forth.

”HOW DARE YOU TO GO WITHOUT ME”

DM Rolls:

Corporeal Stasis: 1 more round
Slam 1: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 251d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Slam 1: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 321d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8


Female Half-Elf: AC 19 /13/16 / HP 39 / F +5 R +7 W +3 / Init. +3* / Perc. +12* Warden / 5

Surprised at her good fortune, Galoria tried her arrows again.

CLB: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13 Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10


Male Gnome Animal Speaker Bard 1 | HP 9/9 | AC 15 (13FF/13T) | F+1, R+4, W+2 | CMD 10 | Init +4 | Perc +6 | Bardic 8/9

Scrambling to reload his crossbow, Pipernortin lifts his weapon and fires again. Hopefully the creature's death... redeath... reundeath... whatever would bring his spirit back.

Lingering performance is over.

Atk: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 Dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 6


Round 4 Results

Initiatives edited with Golaria's Bonus:

Pipernotin 25
Drips / Pavlov 20
Kienyach 18
Zinthar 15
Galoria 14
Captain Andoran 14
Monster 13
Rafaello 4

Health Tracker:

Ephermeral Echo HP: (-6, destroyed...or is it???) 03 / 84

1. With his personality draining away, Pipernortin struggled to kepe his and the party's spirits up while he reloaded his crossbow. He could feel the waning sounds of his symphony as the town became more bleak. A quick click, and pop! A quarrel found itself in the corporeal ghost's head, sending her body to the ground where it slowly vanished from sight!
Pipernortin vanquished the Ghost!

DM Rolls:

Empheremal Echo Rejuvenation: 1d10 ⇒ 7

A week later, the ghost will come back unless they can destroy her fetter*

*: Side Quest?

Combat is over

So with the ghost dealt with, and a new person in the party, maybe a quick introduction between your players while you guys explore Hope's Hollow might be nice.

Captain Andoran / Pipernortin:

Right before combat started, it was your two checks that discovered the location of Mother's Care for Invalids - which is a large building just outside of Hope's Hollow to the south. You can't miss it because its the only largish building that overlooks the town ( as if that isn't creepy enough ).


Male Gnome Animal Speaker Bard 1 | HP 9/9 | AC 15 (13FF/13T) | F+1, R+4, W+2 | CMD 10 | Init +4 | Perc +6 | Bardic 8/9

Despite the un-re-pro-death of the ghost, Pip didn't feel one lick better. His hair remained decidedly tinted towards that of a bleachling, and it scared the piss out of him.

"Well that sucked," he sighed, his breathing more labored than he cared to admit. "Everyone alright-ish? Including, uh, new guy?"

Liberty's Edge

Male Human
Stats:
Brawler/7 AC: 23,15,19; HP: 74/74; Saves: 9,10,7; Init+7; Per+11

"That was horrible and doesn't bode particularly well. Are you OK Pip?"

Stephen approaches the wizard and offers his hand.

If he wanted to be unfriendly it would have been a lot easier when we were distracted. Still, he positions himself between the wizard and the rest of the party.

"Thank you, wizard. Who might you be? What brings you to these parts?"


-INACTIVE-

Angrily picking at the tears in his colorful robes and the tender, savaged flesh underneath, Rafaello nonetheless grins at his comrades. "Well fought, friends," he says, his voice strained. "Seems that poor lady took a liking to me and Pip. Alas, 'twas not meant to be. Still, though- I like this town! Hope's Hollow is far more charming than Cassomir. Perhaps the missus and I might look into a summer home here!"

Turning to the new arrival, Rafaello raises a hand in greeting. "So, friend," he says, "A wizard, are you? Thank you for your timely assistance. Oh, lower your bow, Galoria- you can always shoot him later. For now, what's your name, fellow?"

As Rafaello talks, he prepares to use a bit of magic to heal his wounds.

Using my blank 2nd level spell slot to prepare and cast Cure Moderate Wounds on myself.

Cure Moderate Wounds: 2d8 + 5 ⇒ (5, 4) + 5 = 14 Not bad. I should be doing all right on HP now.

Rafaello chants a prayer to Shelyn as he presses a hand to his wounds, and a colorful aura pulsates about as the healing magicks go to work.


Male Elf Wizard 4 | AC [MA]: 13 [17], T 13 [13], FF 10 [14] | HP 16/22 | F +1, R +4, W +4 | INIT +3 | Lowlight Vision, Perc +6

Zinthar finally closes the distance between himself and the other adventurers. Wary of the ranger's bow he keeps his hands lowered with palms facing outward in what he hopes is a non-threatening gesture.

He nods his head to the cleric as he chastises the woman. "Glad I could be of assistance. I am Zinthar Kanedrel, and yes I study the arcane. But no, my studies focus more on energies like you saw and I have never studied the necromantic arts."

"I have battled undead once or twice in my day so knew even from afar that you could use some assistance with this one." He looks back to where the form sank into the ground as if expecting it to rise back up again.

"As for why I am here, I was traveling to Cassomir to continue my studies and perhaps find a bit of adventure. Didn't expect to find it before even reaching the city itself!"

The wizard looks around as if just seeing the decrepit town for the first time. "With such a bright city so close by, what brings you to such a dismal place?"


Male Gnome Animal Speaker Bard 1 | HP 9/9 | AC 15 (13FF/13T) | F+1, R+4, W+2 | CMD 10 | Init +4 | Perc +6 | Bardic 8/9
Cap wrote:
"Are you OK Pip?"

"I've felt better... Feels like my soul got hit by a sack of bricks. Not really feeling myself, now. Gods, I hope it's not permanent! What if I turn all moody, like Kien?!"

Wizman wrote:
"I am Zinthar Kanedrel, and yes I study the arcane. But no, my studies focus more on energies like you saw and I have never studied the necromantic arts."

Pip nodded enthusiastically, sizing up the newcomer. "Never met a wizard who didn't dabble in everything and nothing all at the same time. But help's help, and I'm sure not one to complain after all that. It's a pleasure to meet ya, Zin. The name's Pipernortin, but most people just call me Pip."

He paused, wondering if he should divulge the details of their adventure. Sure, the scary wizard guy had saved their bacon, but maybe it was just a really clever ruse.

But probably not.

"We're here to check on an old friend. We had reason to believe he was in trouble. Now I'm pretty darned sure he's in trouble if there's ghostly critics roaming the streets of this place."

Liberty's Edge

Male Human
Stats:
Brawler/7 AC: 23,15,19; HP: 74/74; Saves: 9,10,7; Init+7; Per+11

"We should search the town, quickly. People might need help. You're welcome to join us, Zinthar. I'm sure we can find something for you to do."


Female Half-Elf: AC 19 /13/16 / HP 39 / F +5 R +7 W +3 / Init. +3* / Perc. +12* Warden / 5

If only these people could be as loose with their coinpurses as their tongues...

"Zinthar, hmm? Well, it doesn't look like you have a connection to these spirits ... for now. Bad luck comes in waves though - and I'd say this tide's just started. Keep your wits about you." She lowered her bow, satisfied with the man's assistance for now. Even if he was involved with the dead, it wasn't involved with these.

"Normally, I'd say we should split up to cover more ground quicker. I'm not keen on seeing another one of those things in less numbers though."


-INACTIVE-

"Ah, yes, well, if we're all getting along now, might we make our way to Mother's Care, then? Did any of you get a bead on it? Old Dern could be in very grave danger indeed. It seems the Golden Watch had plenty cause in asking us to check in on him."

Rafaello keeps a wistful grin on his features, not that it does a very good job at hiding his anxiety.


Male Elf Wizard 4 | AC [MA]: 13 [17], T 13 [13], FF 10 [14] | HP 16/22 | F +1, R +4, W +4 | INIT +3 | Lowlight Vision, Perc +6

Zinthar gives Stephen a slight bow at the invitation. "If there are people I can help, I will gladly join you."

Old friends in trouble? Golden Watch? Definitely interesting and worth sticking around!

"If we are going to explore, I can make sure we stay connected. Our whispers will clearly reach each other's ears while we explore, and no more need to shout. If I may?"

Choosing Stephen to go first he quickly casts a spell. Pointing a finger he demonstrates how the spell works. Unless anyone objects he makes sure the entire group is included in the dweomer.

Cast Message so the whole party is connected....if Galoria allows of course!


Male Gnome Animal Speaker Bard 1 | HP 9/9 | AC 15 (13FF/13T) | F+1, R+4, W+2 | CMD 10 | Init +4 | Perc +6 | Bardic 8/9

Testing the wizard's spell, Pipernortin smiles and offers the man a hand. "Neat trick! Dare I ask what else you hide in your little book of wonders?" He laughs, then quickly falls silent. A little bit more quickly than he'd intended, leaving a bit more awkwardness in the air than the playful gnome was used to. He quickly cleared his throat, pointed far off to the south, indicating the building hanging over the rest of the awful little village like a curse. "Guess where Mother's Care is?"

He sighed, his spirit still ailing from the ghost's attacks. "Perhaps we'd best inquire around the town a bit first. There's obviously something very wrong here... Dern might not be the only one in trouble."


-INACTIVE-

"Pip, are you sure you're all right? You look... well, like you've seen a ghost, as they say. Here, have a touch of Shelyn's grace before we go too much further."

Rafaello lays a hand on Pip's head and utters a prayer.

Casting Lesser Restoration to undo some of that Charisma damage.

Restoration (Lesser): 1d4 ⇒ 3 That ought to help.


Female Half-Elf: AC 19 /13/16 / HP 39 / F +5 R +7 W +3 / Init. +3* / Perc. +12* Warden / 5
Zinthar Kanedrel wrote:


Cast Message so the whole party is connected....if Galoria allows of course!

Her raised eyebrows do not offer spell resistance!

Liberty's Edge

Male Human
Stats:
Brawler/7 AC: 23,15,19; HP: 74/74; Saves: 9,10,7; Init+7; Per+11

"Right then. We should sweep through the town on our way to Mother's."

The picture make it looks like one row of houses on either side of a single street so we shouldn't have to split up much.


Male Elf Wizard 4 | AC [MA]: 13 [17], T 13 [13], FF 10 [14] | HP 16/22 | F +1, R +4, W +4 | INIT +3 | Lowlight Vision, Perc +6

Zinthar knows he has no right or place to question the group's decision but after a few seconds of silence he speaks up.

"I agree there might be others in need, but I do not like to think about what else we might find here. A town where a creature like that roams the streets......gods know what it has in store for us, should we maybe let sleeping spirits lie and get to the business at hand?"

He gazes upwards at the large building hunched over the town. And if that's whats in the streets, what is up THERE?


Apologies for that folks, living without internet is not a fun thing these days. #1stWorldProblems

While the party talked among themselves as they meandered through the streets of Hope's Hollow, loud voices rang out in the distance.

An argument fills a town square ahead, with two young people shouting over one another. Both have their hands on the pommels of their rapiers, and look ready to draw steel at any moment.

As the party seems to be heading in the general direction, it becomes quite clear that Hope's Hollow is not without its problems.


Male Gnome Animal Speaker Bard 1 | HP 9/9 | AC 15 (13FF/13T) | F+1, R+4, W+2 | CMD 10 | Init +4 | Perc +6 | Bardic 8/9

With some color back in his cheeks, Pip slides a little closer to Raf.

"I'd give you a hug, but I think the others would be jealous. Remind me to write a song for good lady Shelyn, alright?"

FMC wrote:
Both have their hands on the pommels of their rapiers, and look ready to draw steel at any moment.

Pipernortin slowed as the two men came into view. Putting his hand on Drips, he whispered commands to his canine friends and quickly looked to his less furry friends. While he had no problem jumping in the middle of a fight, he'd be lying if his rather... diminutive... stature was a bit of a hindrance when it came to quelling a fighting spirit.


-INACTIVE-

"Not a problem, my good man," Rafaello says. "Oh, and Pip: remember to write a song for good lady Shelyn." He nyuk-nyuks to himself.

Seeing the two youths preparing to draw steel on one another, Rafaello steps forward, holding his holy symbol in one hand. "Hold, friends!" he shouts. "What seems to be the issue? I realize these environs do little to quell a foul mood, but let's not be so hasty to fight. Who are you, and what's going on here?" After a moment, he adds: "And have you happened to see any ghosts wandering the area, or is that just us?"

Can I give peace a chance and try to diffuse the situation before these guys get all stabby?

If so, Diplomacy!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27


As a steward of the Eternal Rose, Rafaello stepped forward with his holy symbol raised and approached the duelists.

Rafaello wrote:
Seeing the two youths preparing to draw steel on one another, Rafaello steps forward, holding his holy symbol in one hand. "Hold, friends!" he shouts. "What seems to be the issue? I realize these environs do little to quell a foul mood, but let's not be so hasty to fight. Who are you, and what's going on here?" After a moment, he adds: "And have you happened to see any ghosts wandering the area, or is that just us?"

Before him stood two adults, probably in their early twenties. The duelist near him had a crop of jet black hair curled into small rolls, and his opponent, a female fencer with a similar disposition, she was slightly taller and wore leathers.

”Listen Regine, this is pointless! Filomina is better off with me! You're not compatible with her!” he said while keeping the grip on his tarnished pommel.

In a quick moment, she spat towards her opponent's feet and gave him an obscene gesture.

”Like hell you are!” Regine said while adjusting her stance. Cris, you'd say that to any girl you've bed! Filomina doesn't need a toy, she needs someone like me, a person who can understand her! To you, she's just another sword in your collection!” the woman said while her knuckles turned white from anger. ”And just in time. Let me guess, he's one of your friends that's come to back you up?! And you call yourself a man!” Regine said while gesturing to Rafaello.

Cris turned to see the Cleric and smiled wryly. ”Oh good, we've got a Shellynite! You see, this man can help me marry Filomina and we can put this all behind us! May the gods smile upon this small curmudgeonry.” he said while easing the grip on his sword. ”Sorry friend, it appears that both my sister and I have fallen for the same person, Filomina, but Regina, being the cold and bitter person since our parents died has taken it upon herself to rid me of any possible future for a family. The name's Cris, by the way.”

"It would be like you to lie to a priest!"Regine rolled her eyes and smirked. ”So Priest, either step aside or prepare funery rites because there's no way that this duel is over!” she said while adjusting her weapon and leaning in.
- - - - -

It appears you've walked in on a duel. Being that Rafaello stepped forth and tried to play peacemaker, I'll welcome any actions. Let's see how this turns out ;)

Rafaello:

Well, quite the situation that we've here. Being that you've rolled so good Rafaello, the duel is paused for a moment. I'm going to allow another Diplomacy Check before she continues.


-INACTIVE-

Before he says anything more, Rafaello shoots an apologetic glance at his comrades. "As a servant of the Goddess of Love, I fear I cannot turn the other cheek on a matter such as this. Pardon me but for a few moments, friends." As he says this, he touches his holy symbol to his forehead. "Shelyn, grant me wisdom- and more than a little luck- in solving this matter."

Using my Bit of Luck domain power to take the better of two d20 rolls here. 5/6 uses remaining.

"It seems luck would have it that I have happened upon this terrible scene! What a shame to see brother and sister so infuriated with one another," Rafaello says. "And in love with the same woman? I've no idea how that may have come about, but truly, you both are acting irrationally. Even a matter of love should not come to this. And where is Filomina now? Does she know you are fighting over her? How do you think this would make her feel?"

More than anything, Rafaello just wishes the siblings to calm down. Settling which one of them deserves Filomina is impossible, but if a fight can be averted and these two kept from poking one another full of holes...

Diplomacy, take one: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 <--Yup, I'll go with that one.
Diplomacy, take two: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

"I have fine wine, should you choose to sit down and have a reasonable conversation about this." Three more bottles, to be exact.


Rafaello wrote:


"It seems luck would have it that I have happened upon this terrible scene! What a shame to see brother and sister so infuriated with one another," Rafaello says. "And in love with the same woman? I've no idea how that may have come about, but truly, you both are acting irrationally. Even a matter of love should not come to this. And where is Filomina now? Does she know you are fighting over her? How do you think this would make her feel?"

In that moment, Cris eased his stance, and a Regine's face softened, as they both contemplated Filomina in their minds.

DM Stuff:

Cris Diplomacy DC 20: Initial roll 27 → Succeed.
Regine Diplomacy DC 20: Initial roll 18 +2(from wine) → Succeed

”You're...right priest. I've been going wrong about this.” said Cris as he took a step back from his sister. ”Filomina wouldn't want any of this. After all, what good is love if either of us can't be in her life.”
Regine seemed to be hesistant, as the priest's involvement seemed a bit too convenient. All things considered, maybe the Shelynite could be another suitor. As she was about to deliver another accusation, something caught her attention.

Rafaello wrote:
"I have fine wine, should you choose to sit down and have a reasonable conversation about this." Three more bottles, to be exact.

And instead, her voice softened. ”Is that a bordeaux?” Regine removed withdrew her hand and came closer to the two men. ”Considering what has happened, I could use a drink.” to which Cris replied heartily ”Amen to that”.

Choosing to sit down, the pair motion Rafaello to a nearby pile of crates that lean up against a battered building. Regine eyes the bottles that the Cleric has while Cris tried to find a comfortable spot.

”Honestly father, we're in a pickle. We both love Filomina, and neither of us could settle this matter. I mean, we almost killed each other!” Cris said while combing back his unruly hair.

Regine seemed to sulk, as if she feared what may have come from this.

”It's not like Filomina's in any condition to choose either. One of us is going to be heart broken. That much is certain. Do you have any suggestions? Surely, the Goddess of Love would have an answer, no?”

Rafaello:

Rafaello my man, you done good. I'm impressed that you role played out how a true Shelynite would react to the situation.

But the question remains, now that you've got the siblings' attention, what outcome would you suggest to them?

Liberty's Edge

Male Human
Stats:
Brawler/7 AC: 23,15,19; HP: 74/74; Saves: 9,10,7; Init+7; Per+11

"What's wrong with Filomina?"


-INACTIVE-

GM:
Why, thank you! This kind of situation is right up Raf's alley!

This is a pickle indeed. Rafaello will need to know more about Filomina and the nature of this tricky triangle in order to make an educated judgment call.

Rafaello nods as Stephen asks his question. "My friend here has taken the words straight from mine own mouth, as the phrase goes," he says. "You mentioned Filomina's 'condition'... And what, pray tell, might that be? And, should I be of any use in advising you on your peculiar situation, I'll need to know a bit more. How did this all come to be? Though it is still far too early in the game to provide you with any real answers, I must advise you that putting the entire decision on your poor Filomina's shoulders would be cruel indeed, especially if she has feelings for the both of you."

Before he goes any further, Rafaello looks around and asks: "Wait, do you live here? In Hope's Hollow, I mean?" Trying to keep the well-being of old man Dern in mind as well, he chips in: "And do you know anything of the Mother's Care Home for Invalids? We were on our way there to check in on a friend, and to be honest, I worry for his being in one piece considering what we've seen so far." An idea comes to Rafaello then: "It may be wise for us to have a recess. Take some time to reflect upon the true nature of your relationship with Filomina, and perhaps we shall all convene again to find a final solution to your problem. I only ask that, whatever happens, you must promise not to resent one another- though I know that will require great strength."

I'm willing to empty out my bottles if need be. For love and justice!


Male Gnome Animal Speaker Bard 1 | HP 9/9 | AC 15 (13FF/13T) | F+1, R+4, W+2 | CMD 10 | Init +4 | Perc +6 | Bardic 8/9

"Definitely going to have to write that song..." Pip gives Raf a wink and a not-so-subtle thumbs-up. "Well said, Raf!"

With the situation apparently settled - for the moment - Pavlov and Drips relaxed. And while he wanted a few sips of the wind himself, he suspected it would probably be better to let the good cleric handle the arrangements. The last time Pip tried to intervene in a love affair, he'd nearly created an international incident. Twice.

Instead, Pipernortin sidled over to Zinthar's side, nudging the wizard while his dogs gave the man a few experimental sniffs. "See, no harm in helping out a few folks on the way. I've found that adventure's got a funny way of finding you, not the other way around!"


Quite a situation indeed!

The siblings mull over the details and their red wine as more members of Rafaello's group had come forth to offer their wisdom.

”Yes, outlander, we're natives of Hope's Hollow. Our family had to leave Cassomir due to the Empire's taxes.” Regine said as she quaffed a heaping amount of red bordeaux.

”Filomina was bound for Qadira and the other southern countries in a week's notice from now. She wanted to see the world with her true love, and create a fantastic journey, and love!” said Cris with a cheery tone.

Regine looked at him strangely, and shook her head.

”Qadira? Filomina wouldn't even dare to go there! She told me that we were going to take a journey to Irrisen where we could see the northern lights together at the observatory! It would've been perfect too, because I heard that there's a jeweler who can craft ice into exquisite gems!”

The siblings stared at each other with confusion.

”Sister, I know we JUST settled our problems, but how could Filomina tell you one thing, and me another? This doesn't make any sense.”


-INACTIVE-

"Well, perhaps a conversation with Filomina is not only in order, but necessary, in order to get to the bottom of this," Rafaello says, lightly sipping at his own wine. "Contradictory plans with each of you? Even the most skilled adulterer would be hard-pressed to pull that off... Something is amiss here. Does Filomina have a history of getting... er, confused? Because if not, considering the things my companions and I have seen this evening, I would begin to wonder if perhaps there might be something more going on than a simple love triangle."

"And you really live here? Because high taxes are certainly a fine reason to leave Cassomir, but I'm not sure the roaming undead are a worthwhile trade. We have been here less than an hour, I think, and already we've been set upon by a ghost- and I'm not sure whether she was more interested in making love to me or tearing out my spine. Neither option I find especially appealing, mind you. Suppose you lot and Filomina might consider relocating?"


”Possibly” said Cris as he finished his helping of wine. ”But one problem remains. Since Hope's Hollow is a step down from Cassomir, our dilemma...is a lower priority that the court would allow.” Unsure if the wine had started to affect him, his mood grew grim.

Regine offered her ideas. ”Well, that's not entirely true. If we were able to get a proxy, or mediator if you will, to * hic *, give us their signature as a witness, we might be able to settle this once and for all. However, I doubt anybody who has notoriety would be able to help us.”

”Even if it were to come to that, I hadn't seen Filomina in several days. Doesn't that strike you as odd?” Cris asked his sister. ”I thought she was with you?” to which the sibling replied.


Male Gnome Animal Speaker Bard 1 | HP 9/9 | AC 15 (13FF/13T) | F+1, R+4, W+2 | CMD 10 | Init +4 | Perc +6 | Bardic 8/9

Letting out a quick laugh, Pip turned and looked over to where they'd just come from. Slowly, he looked over the whole of Hope's Hollow and settled on Mother's Care.

"Doesn't seem so strange in this place. If she's missing, then we'll have to add her to the growing list of concerns..."


”Friends, what you've done here is something we couldn't have solved by ourselves” said Cris as he looked upon his sister with hopeful eyes. ”If you could mention our case to the court within Cassomir, much would be appreciated, but I sense that your presence here wasn't to quell a sibling dispute.”

Regine eyed Pipernortin and his pups, and gave a wry smile.

”I once had a dog, a little papillon named, Lee. I miss him so” she said while running a finger along the rim of her now emptied glass. ”Oh right, apologies. Mother's Care...is towards the far end of yonder road” she said while pointing to a muddy stretch.


-INACTIVE-

"That will not be a problem," Rafaello says. "I will certainly bring the case to their attention. I fear I cannot rest until I am certain that your troubles have been resolved, but I do have a matter to attend to. I will return to you when that has been dealt with, but for now, perhaps the two of you should look into Filomina's wherebouts, if it truly has been a few days since you have seen her." With a smile, he adds: "Please, keep the rest of the wine. Let it nurse your wounds for the time being."

GM, I fully intend to follow up with these guys. For now, though, shall we away to Mother's Care?


Agreed! Onward!

After promising to solve the siblings problem, the party continues onward thanks to directions from Regine Rolst, and passed through what seemed like a small hike towards a largish building that overlooked Hope's Hollow. Rounding a bend and coming up on a small short hill the party was greeted with a sign that read, Mother's Care Home for Invalids. Beyond a length of decaying hedgebushes was a lone figure skulking among its foliage, ever so peeking and approaching Mother's Care.

Make a perception check

Liberty's Edge

Male Human
Stats:
Brawler/7 AC: 23,15,19; HP: 74/74; Saves: 9,10,7; Init+7; Per+11

"We were wrong. This is a lovely place to retire to."
Stephen checks to make sure his equipment is properly stowed, tightening various belts and straps as they walk.
"I got a bad feeling about this."
per: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6


-INACTIVE-

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 Any luck?


Male Elf Wizard 4 | AC [MA]: 13 [17], T 13 [13], FF 10 [14] | HP 16/22 | F +1, R +4, W +4 | INIT +3 | Lowlight Vision, Perc +6

Zinthar feels very lucky - he chose to follow his instincts and helped strangers and was rewarded by meeting other like-minded folks who also seem ready to go out of their way to assist those in need. A warm smile crosses his face as he silently follows the group toward their destination.

What does not give him a warm feeling is their approach to that destination. He nods his agreement to Stephen's assessment as he surveys the area - something definitely feels out of sorts here.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23


Alright, thanks for the checks!

Captain Andoran, Zinthar, and Rafaello took turns watching the strange woman from afar, fearing that she was another ghost. Although Captain Andoran wasn't convinced, it was the loving and patient eyes of the cleric and wizard who recognized the stalker as a young woman who had been carefully approaching Mother's Care. After a small stumble, the woman's cloak had loosened and she caught sight of the party. Acting as if she was a deer within a hunter's sight, she remained still for a moment until she realized that the outsiders weren't going to attack her.

She slowly approached, looking carefully around, as if some unknown force was watching her.

”Are you...here to visit Mother's Care as well? I'm afraid you're not going to have much luck either..” she said while closing the distance. She didn't seem threatening, but waifish and worried. ”My name is Mura Boles, and We brought my father here because the new owner promised good care. After he took over, everything was clean and bright, and Father seemed happy. Then the staff stopped allowing visitors. Instead of proper food, they served gruel and water. Father was old, but he wasn’t sickly. Yet he passed on quickly after we brought him here.” She looks up with bitter tears welling in her eyes. “If you have loved ones here, get them out now! Don’t let them suffer and die in there!”

Liberty's Edge

Male Human
Stats:
Brawler/7 AC: 23,15,19; HP: 74/74; Saves: 9,10,7; Init+7; Per+11

"How long has this been going on? Do you live in Hope's Hollow?"


-INACTIVE-

"Well, surprising no one, Mother's Care seems to be as shifty as we all originally assumed," Rafaello says, grimacing. "I'm terribly sorry about your father, young lady. Indeed, we are here in search of someone, and this does not bode well for his well-being. I will suggest, miss... Boles, was it? Do not go sneaking about too mysteriously. We could easily have mistaken you for a ghost or the like. It would not be the first time such has happened tonight."

Rafaello scratches his chin thoughtfully. "A new owner, eh? And when did this new owner take over? I smell a mystery."


Male Gnome Animal Speaker Bard 1 | HP 9/9 | AC 15 (13FF/13T) | F+1, R+4, W+2 | CMD 10 | Init +4 | Perc +6 | Bardic 8/9

"And," adds Pip, hopping to the front of the group, "Is there anything we can do to help? If your has already passed away - may Pharasma guide his soul - then you must be here for another reason..."


Female Half-Elf: AC 19 /13/16 / HP 39 / F +5 R +7 W +3 / Init. +3* / Perc. +12* Warden / 5

Given the moral nature of the group with regards to the silver earlier, Galoria felt it best to keep quiet as the lovers of the triangle had their quarrel. Commitment never lasts, fools. But she didn't deign to tread in the priest's specialty - at least not while he was around.

The care house was a different story though. This smells like someone taking advantage of an opportunity...

"Mura, was it? When you say the staff stopped allowing visitors, were these the same people who'd been working when you enrolled your father?" A complete turnover would indicate a much larger problem.

Galoria hoped the man was a lone wolf. She didn't care for the thought of a group of brigands with the undead about.


Captain Andoran wrote:


"How long has this been going on? Do you live in Hope's Hollow?"

Mura Boles smiled briefly at the Captain, recognizing his standard and insignias as a herald of freedom and liberty. ”Fortunately, I am not of Hope's Hollow. I would never dare to stay in this wretched town! I am of Cassomir, and proudly so.” she said while eying Mother's Care .

Rafaello wrote:
"A new owner, eh? And when did this new owner take over? I smell a mystery."

When the cleric asked his question, Mura took a moment to mull over how should she approach an answer. ”To be truthful, father, I'm unsure when they had a change within ownership. About 2 seasons ago, the staff were caring and supportive of my father's needs. It seemed my father would be able to recover. However, in the past few months, things had drastically changed. The only correspondences I would receive were bills and complaints about my father, and when asked to speak with the staff, the nurses would tell me that he was busy!”.

Pipernortin wrote:
"Is there anything we can do to help? If your has already passed away - may Pharasma guide his soul - then you must be here for another reason..."

Tears began to streak down Mura's face, and her tone softened, recalling her father's demise. ”My father passed on quickly and I can't allow others to willing put their loved ones within this failed institute. I implore you to alert a real government, not Hope's Hollow, of this treachery!”

Galoria wrote:
"Mura, was it? When you say the staff stopped allowing visitors, were these the same people who'd been working when you enrolled your father?

And finally it was Galoria's turn. ”No, miss. The staff that I had first met would have never allowed for this level of unprofessional behavior to occur. To me, their staff are monsters for causing my father's early death!” she said in an angry and bitter voice, as if challenging the building. Though her outburst was noble, a chill and biting wind rustled leaves nearby.


-INACTIVE-

"A complete staff change... a new owner... and suspiciously poor treatment of its tenants... Yes, something certainly seems amiss. Worry not, young lady- we intend to investigate this place, and not just for the sake of our man laid up inside. With so many strange things occurring here and in Cassomir, I worry that it might all be connected. Flinn's disappearance, the daemons and zombies, the ghost that attacked us, and the strange happenings here at Mother's Care..."

Rafaello shakes his head in disgust. "They may seem to lack any common threads, but I can't help but feel as if it's all connected. In any case, Mura, keep your distance. We shall investigate the goings-on within, and should there truly be some evil afoot, we will do everything within our power to extinguish it, that you may find some peace. May the Eternal Rose guide us."


Female Half-Elf: AC 19 /13/16 / HP 39 / F +5 R +7 W +3 / Init. +3* / Perc. +12* Warden / 5

"Or our own eyes and ears," Galoria retorted with a touch of disdain. He has a good enough head to see the right of this though; someone is behind most of these things, I'd put coin on it.

"The building isn't going to greet us. Let's acquaint ourselves with the outside before giving our welcome, yes?"

Galoria skirted the perimeter of the building, making note of windows and exits.

Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35


-INACTIVE-
Galoria Ginodesa wrote:
"Or our own eyes and ears," Galoria retorted with a touch of disdain.

Rafaello laughs. "True, it would not hurt for us to do both," he says. "This may seem a strange thing for a priest to say, but faith alone will not solve this mystery, nor will it rescue Dern Fosimuth. Regardless, I do pray Shelyn will lend us a bit of luck in this affair."

Once I'm near enough, I'd like to do a quick sweep with Detect Magic to see if there are any peculiar auras about. Also, GM, I just noted that I have Stabilize prepared as an Orison in spite of my Sacred Touch trait, which does the exact same thing. Would it be untoward of me to ask if I could swap that particular Orison out?


Male Elf Wizard 4 | AC [MA]: 13 [17], T 13 [13], FF 10 [14] | HP 16/22 | F +1, R +4, W +4 | INIT +3 | Lowlight Vision, Perc +6

zinthar will Detect as well, get done 2x as fast


Male Gnome Animal Speaker Bard 1 | HP 9/9 | AC 15 (13FF/13T) | F+1, R+4, W+2 | CMD 10 | Init +4 | Perc +6 | Bardic 8/9

Pip can help! Detecting magic at 3x speed!

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