AZ's Tower of the Last Baron (Inactive)

Game Master Azure_Zero

Woman:

"He used to be a good man and kept neutral between the two.
But a few month of Chelish gifts and he starts to change into a tyrant and choose a side."

Hmm. Chelish Gifts you say. Ezekial says conspiratorially. Does he wear or carry any such gifts with him that you know of? Such changes of personality are not a normal thing and I wonder if the good Baron might have had unnatural help with is change. Those Chelish are a tricky bunch.

Woman:

"We don't see the Baron much.
We saw the envoys come in with some cargo and when they left, the cargo stayed."

"The Barons personality slowly changed, it was not rapid."

Back in the tavern, Nathon looks at the innkeeper. "So what will some rooms for the night cost us?"

Barkeep:

"This is a tavern, not an inn.
The Local Inn is called The Dead Well and is run by Lucky Ben Willhuff."

Thraxin gives a chuckle with the bartender's correction, "I'm sorry dear sir for my friends mistake, but being on the road as long as we have and all the buildings looks a like." He gives a laugh and pats Nathon on the shoulder then looks back to the bartender, "It appears it has taken my manners as well for I have been talking with you and never introduced myself, Thrax Kyr and what is yours?"

Barkeep:

"I'm Rhasper, Master Kyr."

Simon hears a knock on Tarasi's room door.

Simon rises silently, takes a few steps away from the door and draws his blades. "Who is it?" he asks in a normal, almost friendly tone of voice.

Elka:

"I'm Elka, one of the barmaid's here. I'm just checking to see if you need anything and if your lady friend is alright."

Nathon looks a little abashed at his mistake and nods in appreciation of Thraxin's graceful recovery. "And I am Nathon Hummel. Nice place you have here, Rhasper."

"She's sloshed," Simon replies, still holding his swords. "If you have something to sober her up in a hurry, it would be most welcome."

Elka:

"We have something called wake up juice, though it is some strong stuff."

"Well, if all else fails, I have an antitoxin," Simon says in a pleasant tone of voice. "Do please bring some. I'd surely appreciate it."

Elka:

"I'll bring some up."

Simon crosses over to Tarasi, sheathes one blade and shakes her shoulder.

"Wake up," he says. "The waitress is bringing something to purge the devil drink from your head. I'd rather not have to pour it down your throat for you."

"OooooKay...more to drink"

Tarasi sits up and downs the new drink.

After about 10 minutes of drinking the stuff, Tarasi does not feel hungover, but is a bit dizzy (dazed).
It's not a perfect hangover remover

Woman:

"We don't see the Baron much.
We saw the envoys come in with some cargo and when they left, the cargo stayed."

"The Barons personality slowly changed, it was not rapid."

Hmm. Well that cargo could have been a payment for his loyalty I suppose, but it could have also been something that swayed him in a more diabolic way. I sure wish I could help the Baron see what harm he is doing to his town and people… Anyway, would you know if there are already Chelish troops in the city? I'd hate to just run into a group of them.

Woman:

"There are no Chelish troops here, yet."

Ezekial looks relieved and encourages the woman on her walk. I look forward to meeting your charge. he says.

Woman:

"It's not much farther."

Nathon stares for a few moments at the unresponsive barkeeper. Then he settles back into his chair to watch Tina and wait for Kyr's chicken.

Barmaid:

A barmaid comes out of the kitchen with Kyr's order
and gives it to Kyr.

"Here you go, anything else?"

Ezekial begins to whistle softly as he walks, enjoying the clean air and seeming to enjoy the surroundings.

Perception to note anything that might be important: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

Darian follows along quietly, he seems barely aware of his surroundings as if he is remembering something, bad memories if the look on his face is anything to judge by.

@Ezekial and Darian
A tall, angular building of white marble stands atop this lonely
spot of ground. A steeple topped by a timeworn statue is the
makeshift aerie for more than a dozen pigeons, their droppings
covering the face and shoulders of an effigy that has obviously
faded out of importance for the people of Piren’s Bluff. Wood
and brass doors under the shadows of the steeple stand open,
revealing a clean but empty nave.

Know(Religion) Check DC 15 or Int Check DC:20

Woman:

"Here we are."

Int Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

I could swore I posted this.

Int Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Woman:

"Before we enter please kick as much dirt and any manure from your boots please.
As Tulrin has been cleaning the place."

She enters kicking a nearby stone to knock some dirt off her boots

Ezekiall follows suit and looks about for any signs of danger. He expects none, but is all too aware that he is behind enemy lines.

Is Tarasin sober yet -- or do I need to hold her hair back? ;)

She's sober

Tarasi waits for the room to finally settle, then turns to Simon. "Thanks for standing by. Looks like I'm somewhat better now." She turns to Elka. "Thank you as well."

Tarasi will tip Elka 1 gold.

Thraxin gives her a devilish with a gold tip, "Thanks, that will do for now. But I might need some company later." He then starts to devour the chicken.

Elka:

Elka replies to Tarasi
"Your welcome."

Barmaid:

She replies to Thraxin after getting a gold tip
"Thank you, sir."

@Ezekial and Darian when they enter

The temple nave is a sad, empty place. Its wooden
benches, marble pillars, and the statue that
stands atop a marble plinth opposite the doors are kept
clean.
You both see an Old Elf Priest scuttling about the nave armed with cleaning rags and a bucket of soapy water, waging a hermit’s war against the dirt and grime that constantly threaten the temple interior.

Thraxin gives her a devilish with a gold tip, "Thanks, that will do for now. But I might need some company later." He then starts to devour the chicken.

Nathon slides his eyes off the songstress just long enough to twist a drumstick off Kyr's chicken. Returning his gaze to the bard, he says with a grin, "Thanks. I know an old comrade like you won't mind."

The black cat slinks out from under the table, reaches up and taps Kyr, then stares intently at the chicken.

lol

Darian also enters the temple, (after wiping his feet) and looks around, upon seeing the Elf, he looks at him with no expression and says nothing.

Ezekial clears his throat. Good afternoon sir. You are Tulrin Endessell, priest of Aroden?

Tarasi waits for the room to finally settle, then turns to Simon. "Thanks for standing by. Looks like I'm somewhat better now."

"Didn't want you to choke on your tongue. Or something," Simon says, his arms crossed -- and his swords mercifully sheathed. "Better watch the sauce in future. Now. We need to find our co-workers, miss. Did they happen to mention where they were going?"

Elka:

Elka replies
"I think two of them went for some fresh air."

Tulrin:

"Good morning sir, .... Yes I'm a priest of Aroden, he's not dead. ......
He's alive, he's just testing us."

Darian steps forward, Would you be willing to tell us about him? I for one am interested in learning more about him.

As am I. And do you think part of the test is how we should react to the Baron turning the city over to the devil loving Chelaxians?

Tulrin:

"Aroden gave everyone order, and peace.....
Devils .... must burn and destroy their contracts, Like at the one at Pact Hall, With it's she-devil priestess..."