DM Rah's Strange Aeons

Game Master Kobash

F'ing glorious Rah.

Cats walks into town as if expecting to be put under arrest at any moment.

"What do you say we check into the Silver Catgon for the night? Get some rest, some food, maybe a shave or two..." Cats feels the whiskers that have grown over the last few days. "I could use a shave. And I don't remember ever sleeping in a real cat...might like to do that as well."

Cats begins to make his way to the Silver Wagon and will get a room for a few days.

"Yeah, a s!$%, shower, and shave. Then might see about getting some better clothes too. We want to be respectable, don't we?"

"Oh man a safe place to sleep sounds good......Yes i will also take a bath duh.....yes and behind my ears.....Sheesh."

As they are walking Pinkie falls in beside Fearless fidgeting with his Glass eye.

"Hey do you think you can figure out what this thing does like you did with some of the other stuff we found? I just figured it was some kind of marble but its suppose to be magic and i can't figure what it does except gross people out when i put it in my mouth."

"A real bed does sound good." Fearless wobbles towards the Silver Wagon tearing his piss yellow robes from his body. he leaves them in a heap on the ground. "Won't be needing those anymore."

One he way Pinkie asks about his eye as he pops it out of the socket, rinsing it off with his mouth again. Fearless grimaces as he grabs ahold of it with his thumb and forefinger. "Ugh yea. I'll see what I can figure out for you."

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

"The Booklayer might be good to go to tomorrow. Might have a bit of what is going on in text if we do a small bit of digging." He seems a bit eager to figure out what ails their memory loss and past.

Hand on the rudder and foot on the gunwale, the Mariner looks the part. His eyes seems more clear and less cloudy than normal, cool wind in his hair, he could sail on right into the mist and never look back. But there no pretense of sacrifice, he would follow this band to whatever end was destined.

Once docked, he gathers as much as he can carry and follows the others. ”We gotta take these people over to the chapel first, tavern is gonna have to wait.”

Brother Butterfly thinks about suggesting that they head to the Temple of Pharasma to properly drop off the patients. But.... that'd be work... and he is a roving shrine to Desna - so he doesn't need to see the Temple just yet.

the call to rest, shower and shave meets with his approval.
Unlike Cats, who likes having hair (and hairballs?) - he shaved three times a day once they got hot water going. That straight razor has NOT gotten to be in Cat's possession. BB worked too hard to get it in the first place. He handed over the Headband of Faithfullness faster than he'll hand over the best grooming item in 50 miles.

Because everyone speaks up and seems to be going his way, he doesn't mess with a good thing.
when Fearless chimes in, Brother Butterfly just nods and give a...
Hmm. Yeah. Sounds like a plan.

Inside his mind, he's already spending the money he has in his pocket on warm baths, and comfortable clothes. He already has awesome shoes, he needs the other fine garments.

with a pause..... tonight, he will find himself a comfortable chair. The Dr. Losandro chair he acquired is back on the imploding island.

Then he hears Mariner say he wants to go to the Temple first.
Come on! Come on! Come On! Why can't I catch a break?
that is his thoughts internally.
Outwardly, he knows better than to mess with Mariner when he has his mind set. Especially on something easy to comply with. Easy, but inconvenient.

Mariner is right. The Survivors are our priority.

ninja'd BB

A little surprised at Brother's pull to the tavern and bed, "Alright with me if you want to pay for all these men's room for the night" he counts out the number of survivors that they'd be curling up next to. "Not to mention bathing together."

York and Winter insist that the Watchmen be the first to make the trip to Thrushmoor on the argument that should trouble wait in town they have proven themselves the most capable of handling it.

I don't think we have prisoners to bring with us. We've been asked to explore the town to make sure its safe. Hence, food and shave seems like the best choice...as is gathering information in the Inn.

Uncertain if the others are going back for survivors now, Cats goes to explore the Inn to be sure the food and drink is safe for eating and drinking and not poisoned in any way. And if a tray of desserts needs to be tested as well, Cats will put his life on the line and eat them.

sleight of hand: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Pinkie skips off down the road with Cats the allure of food to much for him to pass up bouncing off this person or that as he takes in the sights occasionally stopping himself and making his way back to Cats side.

"What was that......Oh stop I'm just having a little fun.....I'm not listening to you.....Cats you better watch the boy hes gonna get in trouble......Oh don't listen to him.....No ok ill stop don't bring her back.

then falling in step with those going to the inn you hear him mumble

"I gotta find a way to silence them......them who?them you not them them......Well you don't have to comment on everything.....yea they sent you to teach me not nag me to death.....ok ok i said I'd stop.

And he shoves his hands in his pockets as he walks.

Pulling up at one of the small fishing docks on the east side of town the Watchmen split into two parties. Brother Butterfly and the Mariner accompany York and the small group of survivors that came along on the first trip to New Chapel, while Cats, Pinkie, and Fearless strike out for the comforts of the Silver Wagon Inn.

***

The two-story wooden building called New Chapel features a sanctuary, an infirmary providing healing, palliative care, and other services. Though it is the primary center of worship in Thrushmoor, it is sparsely occupied with only a couple old parishioners, and no acolytes wait to greet the survivors of Briarstone when they arrive at the threshold. Yet the structure has the look of a place that is well-tended, and as a fledgling artist, Brother Butterfly cannot help but notice the frescoes that adorn its interior, still bright and clear from being recently painted. They depict an ashen-skinned female with white eyes. She wears a dark, hooded, robe-like dress and holds an hourglass filled with red sand. She stands with children gathered before her, and old men and women trailing behind among a vista of gravestones.

"Beautiful, are they not?" A woman's voice asks, and those nearby turn to see a black robed priestess gazing up at the images. "They are inspired by Pharasma’s holy book, The Bones Land in a Spiral, and depict the Lady of Graves pronouncing prophecies, judging the dead in the Boneyard, and overseeing births like a divine midwife."

The priestess lowers her gaze to take in the survivors. "I am Lady Trilliss Mavaine, and from the look of you, I suspect you have come here seeking something more than the grace of the Lady of Graves."

***

On route to the Inn Fearless handles Pinkie's strange eye, probing its subtle magical auras for purpose. He is able to determine a slight divination magic to it, but little else. It almost seems as if it is an incomplete enchantment, or a small part of a larger object.

The streets are quiet as the trio make their way deeper into town. The locals seem generally unfriendly toward strangers, or maybe it's Pinkie's muttering to himself that influences their reaction. Whatever the case may be the townsfolk avoid greetings, often giving the group a wide berth or averting their eyes.

The Silver Wagon lies between two prominent hills in Thrushmoor. On one side is Fort Hailcourse, the other is Iris Hill. Though the Watchmen had hoped to leave madness back in Briarstone, it would seem that not every disturbed individual in Ustalav was sent to the asylum. Clad in shoddy clothes and wearing a signboard across his shoulders, a man walks the street outside the Silver Wagon.

“Doom is coming!" The man shouts in a voice like thunder. "The second vanishing is upon us! Pray for your salvation that the Briarstone Witch doesn’t take you!”

Cats listens to the crazy man speak. *Then* he turns his attention away from Pinkie and towards the Doomsayer with the signboard. Cats had recently learned of salvation and was on a path of his own, but still wanted to know what others thought of it.

He steps closer to the rambling madman. "Pinkie, I'll be right back." And moves to go speak with the Doomsayer.

"Doomcatter! I say, Doomcatter!" Cats tries to get his attention. "Tell me more! I am new here and wish to learn more about salvation! How do I achieve such? What do I need to do?"

Fearless giggles and helps prod the man on as he tries to draw a small crowd hoping the man will speak more. "Yes, tell us more of this second vanishing, salvation and Briarstone Witch."

Fearless looks up expectantly as he waves his arms in drawing more and more people into the fray and joins Cats at the forefront of the crowd to listen to the wise ones sermons.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 16

"Finally a real prophet. Brother Butterfly should be here to hear this."

Likely, the first thing out of the Mariner's mouth will quickly lead to more time behind bars. He steps back, pretending to be hired help and lets Brother take the conversation.

Previous to arriving, the Mariner had said to Brother, "We shouldn't trust anyone in this town. Winter was a secret agent of sorts. Who knows if anyone like her isn't working for someone else."

I agree with you Mariner.

Captain York, you and the survivors are going to be staying at the New Temple... I need whatever I tell the people inside to coincide with what you tell them after we leave.
I am all for telling the truth, but the whole truth is something spectacular . What say you? Before we arrive at the destination ?

With a willing audience, the Doomsayer throws himself into a mind-spinning rant that could rival one of Brother Butterfly's sermons. "I saw the Witch in a dream! She rose up from Avalon Bay and plucked townsfolk from their homes with her wicked, long nails."

"Only the chosen shall be cleansed! Only the pure will have salvation! Magistrate Padgett knows. The Count too! Why do you think they ordered Constable Cesyll to lock up the Fort! Because they know! They know, I tell you! They are corrupt, and they have abandoned us as sacrifice to the Briarstone Witch! Flee Thrushmoor, I beg you! Flee, or be dragged into the depths of Lake Encarthan and fed to the Watcher in the Bay!!"

"Behold!" The man suddenly stops and points to an ally nearby. "The signs are everywhere! When the sky turns, our doom is nigh!"

On the wall in the ally is a disturbing mural depicting the black skyline of a dark city under a yellow sky.

"HEY!" A woman bellows in a voice like a rusty axe. Standing in the door of the Silver Wagon with fists on sturdy hips and a furious scowl on her face is the source. "Stop that ranting and get lost, you gods-damned fool!" She yells, then starts when she gets a better look at the three Watchmen with the Doomsayer. "Oh wonderful. I had assumed you troublemakers had left town with the Count, but I suppose that's too much to hope for."

Fearless points to himself. "You mean me?" he walks over to the woman before glancing at the mural. Have to remember to show it to the shapeshifter. He likes art. Maybe he will know what it means.

Reaching the woman at the inn he begins his same endless series of questions. "You know us? Why would we be with the Count? I assume you meant Count Lowls?"

Cats looks at Fearless, then Pinkie, then the woman.

"Yeah? You know us? You *remember* us? When did you last cat us?" Cats is deeply confused and puzzled as he doesn't recall the woman or this place at all.

"Are you *sure* it was me? Wasn't some other bearded half-cat?"

Depending on Captain York's reply to my question. Here's my introduction to Lady Mavaine

You are indeed right Honorable Lady Mavaine. We are escorting this batch and other survivors that need a short term place of shelter. As the vanguard -We arrive here seeking your help.
Pointing to himself, Mariner, and Captain York.
I lead this band, as I am the most senior and surviving cleric from the mental Asylum on Briarstone island. Earthquakes damaged much of the complex, and we found a large underground chasm that will soon cause the foundation to collapse. Many of the patients and staff- those that survived, need shelter.
The earthquakes weren't the only danger, a group of dopplegangers took the opportunity to find easy prey. We killed all, but one. That one- We have captured. The imprisoned doppleganger will need to be properly tried and judged.

We do not seek aid empty handed. We have some resources and gold to pay for lodging in the short term. Many survivors are skilled.

During and after the earthquakes, we took refuge in the Godly Sanctuary dedicated to Pharasma at Briarstone. That is why we first come to her temple in Thrushmoor.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

Also, on her reactions -- Sense motive.
sense motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

"....."

Aid Brother: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Outside the Silver Wagon...

"Yes, I mean you." The woman scowls first at Fearless, then at Cats. "And you too. Do you think a haircut and shabby clothes would fool me? Oh no, I know you all too well. It's hard to forget a man who starts fights with honest patrons and refuses to pay his tab. I don't know what game you're at, coming here and playing stupid, but I want no part of it. All of you can go sod off!"

***

Inside the New Chapel...

Lady Mavaine listens to the tale of the Fall of Briarstone with little outward reaction, though Brother Butterfly senses concern in her eyes behind a mask of calm likely cultivated by years of religious discipline. York stands by, saying about as much as the Mariner. The orderly was not keen on sparing details of what occurred Briarstone, but decided that the full story could be told by Winter when she arrived.

"I am sorry to hear that such tragedy has befallen the Asylum. Such a troubled place, with a troubled history. Pharasma watch over those that met their fate within its walls." Mavaine makes a sign of blessing and turns to the other survivors. "The New Chapel welcomes all who accept the judgment of the Grey Lady. Though the Chapel itself is limited, the church owns the buildings across the road. One is currently housing the artist responsible for the New Chapel's murals, but between them we should have space enough to provide temporary shelter. Unfortunately, my congregation has never been large, and donations have been scarce of late so, depending on the number of survivors, food, clothing, and warm blankets may be in short supply."

As the survivors file out the front doors of the Chapel, Lady Mavaine falls in step with Brother Butterfly. "On another matter. You said that you are the most senior cleric of Briarstone. Last I knew, Chaplain Setrakian tended the Chapel to Pharasma there alone. Has something become of him?"

Regarding Cat's dog, it was left with the boy Bates, who is still back on Briarstone Island.

YOU FORGOT SALVATION! (face slap)

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The Mariner whispers to the orderlies once he is certain that Mavaine is conversing with Brother and out of ear shot. With a low growl, " Need York and I remind you knuckleheads that the more you spout about monsters and boogeymen, the more likely you'll be committed yourselves? Better start singing a different tune the next time you are asked,...Or you'll soon be saying, 'Don't let the Mariner get you in your sleep.' -Got it?!"

intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

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Fearless grab the woman's pant legs. "Seriously, we can't remember much past waking up in the Asylum. What and how do you know us?" He pleas with the irate woman.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Cats looks at the woman, trying to remember, but unable to find those memories in his mind.

"But that wasn't..." Cats shakes his head, knowing that he might have done it."Well, that's why we're back. We're here to make amends. I've found...I've found...Sarenrae," Cats says tentatively. "And she says that I can be redeemed. I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sorry ten times over. Here, let me cat for the damages. I'll pay double. What was the tab?"

Cats opens up from the loot he's been carrying from the asylum.

"How much do I owe you?" Cats reaches into the party's 878 gp stash. "By Catrenrae's Light, let me make this right." Cats feels very different after uttering those words aloud. He wants to make them true.

Back at the New Temple.

Brother Butterfly puts on a pained expression.
"Your dear Chaplain survived the earthquakes, but a Doppelganger that looked like Dr. Oathsday was discovered and took him as hostage to flee the mobs. It killed him a short time later. My Watchmen pursued and dispatched the FaceStealer. Recovering the chaplains body and possessions."
He takes off the headband of Faithfulness he was wearing and hands it to her. He also pulls out 7 pearls.
"This belonged to Pharasma. I return it to Her.
Here are 6 normal pearls to help pay for the supplies the refugees will need. (6 worth 15 gp each).
This seventh is very magical and was the chaplains. I still need it for my future trials. "
He puts the pearl of power back into his pocket.

"If you wish, we can barter later for the fair value of the magic pearl. Desna does not want me cheating Pharasma of what is hers.
Desna is the great Traveler. I was not destined to be at Briarstone for long. I was probably there for a little over a week. But, the Chaplain was not the only cleric there. A Lady of Pharasma healed the injured and took on a big leadership role. She is still there organizing. "
****
walking a bit more. He speaks again.
"Can you introduce us to the Mural painter? I am a novice artist myself but would love to engage in conversation.
While we walk, I can see that greater concerns than the troubles I have brought you weigh heavily in your eyes and on your soul.
Myself and my fellow Watchmen are very good at fixing problems. Let us exchange burdens. You have offered to help shelter, let The Watcmen return a task."

I will soon update treasure to take off all the small pearls.

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Outside the Silver Wagon...

The woman clearly doesn't believe Fearless, but her anger cools to suspicious curiosity when Cats offers to pay back his tab with interest.

"Double would be 79 gold, 2 silver. Can you handle that?" She challenges Cats.

***

Over near the New Chapel...

Lady Mavaine insists that Brother Butterfly keep the headband and pearl of power. "Fate has brought them to you as a reward for helping those who sought refuge in a holy place. Keep them." The other pearls she accepts with deep thanks.

Crossing the road the group is led to a pair of buildings. Mavaine opens the one on the right and helps settle the survivors into the place. Afterwards Mavaine takes Brother Butterfly to meet the New Chapel's mural artist.

A tall bearded half-elf in a paint-sputtered smock answers the door, and Mavaine introduces him as Lelwyn Hasok.

Butterfly and Mariner, what names, if any, have you given to Mavaine?

If we are going with fake names, Mariner would use Klyn.

Cats looks at Pinkie, then Fearless, assuming agreement...and pays 100 gold.

"Here you cat. And again, I'm sorry. I appreciate that you might find it in your heart to forgive us," Cats pours the coins into the woman's hand.

"I don't suppose there is another Inn in town? I don't want to push my cat with you, but do need lodging for a bit while we make amends around town. Any suggestions?"

Cats smiles.

"And if you have any ideas who else I might apologize to and wouldn't mind pointing me in a direction, I'll go set things cat with them too."

I'd drop the name Captain York and Loic. If there's an awkward silence or a need to give a name, I use my real name Jasper.
With an addition that the patients and orderlies of the asylum fondly called me Brother Butterfly - and I always point to the butterfly tattoo.

Fearless shrugs, willing to give it a try. Hell just the other day he was nearly in a straitjacket with zero gold begging around for a razor. Now they had enough gold to give 100 gold away. He simply smiles.

He tugs on Cats sleeve and motions for him to bend his ear. "We might want to be careful asking who else needs amends after word passes around that you get 100 gold for it..."

As the small whispered conversation is done Fearless winks back at the woman. "Sorry bout that. As he said we are looking for lodging and trying to figure out a bit of what happened. Any information would be of help, including anyone else that might know us. Preferably on better terms."

Pinkie looks on not knowing what to make of the situation but adds holding up his glass eye and pointing it in Fearless and Cats direction.

"Don't worry Miss I'll keep my eye on them for ya"

Outside the Silver Wagon...

The woman looks at the pile of gold handed over to her in disbelief. She looks at Cats, then down at Fearless, then over at Pinkie, hardly registering the eye in his hand.

"Well... I... hmm. The Silver Wagon is the only Inn in town, unless you count the ale-soaked floors of the Stain. I might be persuaded to put you up, but I'll need one more thing from you." She points at the board-wearing Doomsayer across the street. "Do something about that lunatic. Don't hurt him, mind you, just convince him to go elsewhere. He's bad for business."

***

At Lelwyn Hasok's Studio...

"Llewyn, this is Jasper, also called Brother Butterfly. He is a priest of Desna and is interested in your work."

"Oh?" The half-elf runs a cloth on his hands, cleaning off paint. "So you like the murals in the New Chapel? Religious works are a passion of mine."

"I am greatly impressed by your work Lelwyn. That Mural is breathtaking.
What projects are you currently working on now that you have that Masterpiece under your belt?"
BB converses with him, using his limited painting skill to make appropriate comments (+5).
He tries to probe, seeing how this person can be put to good advantage.

"Well, Desna uses me as a worldly vessel. Imprinting her Will onto the land through my body and soul, if you have any questions or need Desnian inspirations- I offer you my time and services.
But , I must ask you for some help first.
Being an artist in this community- you must know the local art buyers and their tastes for art. I have this and more that I'd like to sell. It is not my work, an Artist named Zandalus, but you would get a royalty for finding a good buyer and The Watchmen would give a royalty to This Church for the help they are giving to those in need."
diplomacy +painting skill?: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
do I get a situation bonus for also being a skilled painter?

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An odd feeling comes over the Mariner, something like a trained dog might feel. Any conversations or oration that Brother engages in through the past month, usually ends with a cue for the Mariner to sic 'em. Now that it might end up being peaceful felt a little vacuous.

Cats nods to the lady and goes to see what he can do with the Doomsayer.

"Say, Doomsayer, would you like to see Briarstone for yourself?" Cats asks, looking for an entry to speak to the Doomsayer, smiling and trying to be nice. "The nice lady there asks that you move someplace else to spread your message."

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 Diplomacy

Aid Another Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 1

"Blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda. Look I have got a guy for you to meet. You would love him. All doom and gloom all the time. Not nearly as much hair. travels with a surly guy that smells like fish." Fearless grabs the Doomsayer's hand to help him down off his box. "I don't know much about this death and destruction and witches and stuff but he sure does. I'll take ya to him."

Fearless attempts to lead the crazy man to Brother Butterfly and Mariner.

Pinkie looks to first Cats then Fearless and says while fingering the sap in his belt

"Maybe Uncle Evan is right this time"

Outside the Silver Wagon...

Calming words come difficult to Cats, and the Doomsayer flinches away from him. "Briarstone?! I'm not mad! The whole town is! If only I could get through to them, they would see I'm right. The writing's on the wall, plain as day!" He glares over Cat's shoulder at the innkeeper of the Silver Wagon. "She's probably one of their agents, calming the herd before the slaughter!"

Fearless' attempt to divert his attention backfires spectacularly. "Something fishy?! Knows all about witches?! I will go nowhere with you, you pint-sized agent of evil! Beware citizens of Thrushmoor, for the agents of your doom walk the streets in the guise of fishmongers and halflings!" He looks about with wide eyes, a shaking finger pointed at Fearless.

Having attempted diplomacy and failed, Cats face takes on a dark intensity and he threatens the Doomsayer with a one-way trip to Briarstone. The words come easy to him, and the feeling of dominance over another person is familiar.

"But... but..." The Doomsayers stammers, clearly intimidated. Backing away, he begins to withdraw. "I'm not the only one who knows the truth. The fishermen have seen things. The Witch walks the shores, they say. You'll see.. you'll see!" These last words are cast over his shoulder from a man in full retreat.

"Nice work." The innkeeper says as the Doomsayer flees the area. "He's been chased off before, but maybe this time he'll stay away." Unfolding her arms, she gesture to the inn. "Welcome back to the Silver Wagon."

***

At Lelwyn Hasok's Studio...

"Zandalus? The mad painter of Briarstone? I am familiar with his work. I was scheduled to do a painting for Administrator Losandro at Briarstone Asylum once the mural at New Chapel is complete, and I recall seeing some of his work in her office during the consultation. Disturbing things, but quite unique, and the man is obviously talented. I am sure one of my connections in the art world would be interested in whatever you might have. As for myself I have painted portraits of some of Ustalav's, and Thrushmoor’s, wealthiest citizens, though my passion is landscapes. Here, let me show you."

Lelwyn’s studio takes up most of the lower room of the building and is cluttered with canvases, supplies, and partially completed paintings. "When I am not busy painting in New Chapel, I like to take advantage of the rare moments of good weather to set up an easel on the shore and paint views of the bay. As you might be able to see I favor the Opparan style of Impressionism..."

As he discusses art, it's hard not to notice that Lelwyn seems to be studying Brother Butterfly and the Mariner curiously. After a minute he interrupts the conversation. "I'm, sorry, but you seem familiar. Have we met before?"

"My fellow painter, have you seen a better curled and manicured mustache in all the land? I am also tall and bald and of exotic nationality. I certain if you had seen me before- I should be memorable. Even from a distance. Do you remember where we might have met?"
Trying to get him more on my track.
"You know , Count Lowl likes a painting style I use...I call dreamscaping. I am far from perfecting it, but he had been intrigued.
Do you have any pictures you've done of him?

Also, can I see some of those pictures of the bay or the symbols on the hills you might have done?"

Trying to get information from him vs. The other way around. BB will ask and inquire about others that are Count Lowl hangers oners.
Soon. Enough, he will say.
"oh, look at the time. I have companions to meet. We are at the Silver wagon. You should stop by when you have a buyer lined up."

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The Mariner gives Brother the Look when he hears the tinge of suspicion. Just give the nod and it's brains. But otherwise, he pretends to be a mute to Lelwyn's questioning.

"Welcome to the Silver Wagon."

Cats smiles, thankful that his path of redemption and salvation are actually working.

Maybe this Catrenrae thing will work out.

"There are five of us and I'd like to pay for a week in advance," Cats says, hoping to avoid another issue in the future. Cats will pay the woman what he considers a reasonable rate. He's really not sure what a reasonable rate is, so will trust in her good will. "The other two are a bald priest and a huge SeaCat. Whatever you do, don't piss off the seaman, he ain't right. Just be nice and give the priest his shaving supplies and there won't be any problems. Unlike the halfling, the SeaCat is dangerous," Cats explains.

Cats looks back at Pinkie and Fearless.

"C'mon, Catkie, Catless...let's get some food and a bath," Cats will go make room in the Inn to await Brother and Mariner unless Pink or Fear have other priorities.

Pinkie joins the 2 for some decent food and a quick bath before heading to the room. After an hour or so of tossing and turning in his bed.

He finally takes his pillow and blanket and crawls under the bed and curls up in a ball in the back corner. Keeping Red Destiny close at hand.

Before falling asleep though he takes his prize glass eye out and stairs at it wondering just what it was a part of.

"Now just what is your story"

appraise: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

As Cats, Fearless, and Pinkie head into the Silver Wagon for the evening, revelations are happening across town in Lelwyn's Studio.

"I haven't had the pleasure to work for the count yet.. Wait..." His eyes wide, Lelwyn interrupts Brother Butterfly. "Did you say dreamscaping? I... I think you need to see something I've been working on." Leading Brother Butterfly to a covered easel near the back of the room, he rubs his hands in excitement. "I think I have seen you before. And your friend here too!" He gestures to the Mariner. Taking a breath he places a hand on the cover. "This came to me in a dream about a week ago. I've had trouble with the faces, but tell me, what do you see?" Lelwyn lifts the cover off the easel, revealing an unfinished triptych. Still in the sketch phase, six figures stand against a background of three different cities flowing seamlessly into one another under a yellowish sky. Though their faces are incomplete, the figures depicted in the painting are uncanny renditions of the Watchmen as they were when they first awoke in Briarstone. Back before razors, cloaks, and red boots.

The Mariner can't hide the reality shaking surprise look upon his face, and just stands there gaping at the painting. Panic shoots up his spine,

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Fearless heads to straight to his room, afterall he wasn't feeling very hungry after all that happened. He needed time to think. Emptying out his pack of items Fearless grabs the silver dagger at his hip and sits it on the ground.

"What happened in Briarstone? Was it an isolated incident? Whas I doing it or was that Zandalus?" He mutters to himself as he circles the dagger, nudging it with his foot expecting it to hover about as the stones did.

"Huh." He sits back down on the bed and concentrates, trying to will the dagger to move. It doesn't even budge. "What was different then from now? I was in life threatening situation was all. The Shapeshifter was out to get me."

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Several hours later Fearless grows weary as sweat forms on his forehead from trying so much. He paces the room, angry. His mind races back and forth as it drifts back to the Asylum and his dream. the dream where his companions betrayed him as he thought they would. He feels a small twinge in the back of his mind as the dagger slides on the floor a couple of inches with each whack on his head from the club. With the Mariner advancing on him for the killing blow the dagger rises a couple feet into the air. Just as the blade sinks into his chest Fearless falls to his knees gasping for breath and the dagger clatters to the floor as it rattles. He looks over at the dagger, noticing that it moved for the first time.

Emotions roll through him, but mostly scared and excited at the same time. "It was me. I'm not crazy." He raises his head into the air and screams. "I"M NOT CRAZY!" for all to hear.

Fearless then looks around realizing he is alone for the first time. He can't remember the last time slept alone. He was always in a ward with dozens of others screaming and whimpering. The quiet was unnerving and makes it difficult to actually fall asleep for once.

After supper, Cats will take to his room to shave and bathe, making sure he's proper for his apology tour tomorrow. He knows the party has a lot to do.

Cats doesn't get into bed until Brother and Mariner return. Before it gets too late, Cats will go find them.

Not sure where they and we are in the space time continuum. Cats will update them on stuff when they arrive. He'll be sipping a drink and relaxing.

At the Silver Wagon...

After filling his belly with a proper hot meal for the first time in memory, Cats makes to head upstairs for some Brother Butterfly worthy grooming. As he stops to ask the innkeeper for a basin of warm water and soap, she offers him some advice.

"I don't know what happened to you. I'm not even sure this isn't some long con you have going, but if you are truly looking for people to make amends to I'd suggest starting at a tavern on the west side of town called the Stain. I think that was your old watering hole. The proprietor is a man named Emman Gulston. Tell him you've done right by Dena Gallegos and he may be able to point you in the right direction."

Great roleplaying from the Silver Wagon group, but don't get too far ahead of things just yet. I'll get back to Pinkie and Fearless after the New Chapel group catches up a little.

Well
That
Was
Unexpected

The same level of panic Mariner is feeling is inside the Desnian Cleric. But he keeps that inside, for he *thinks* he’s a master of the fascade.
Making religious symbols with his hands and clearing his throat.
cast Aspect of the Nightingale.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 2 = 25

Outwardly calm, cool and collected. Inward, he’s an emotional hurricane. He needs to say this right. Otherwise- “it’s Mariner time” and that solution won’t work so well to keep them out of jail or REAL trouble. The Mariner is counting on him – actually looking at the 6 figures – the others are counting on him to do right.
Making certain this is just a conversation between the three of them. BB decides to go so far over the top that the unreasonable seems reasonable.

I think I am seeing Divine Inspiration. Lelwyn.
You like the Divinites and this rough outline is proof that They like you too. They have given you a gift of prophetic sight. You see into the future.

This painting is of The Watchmen. Heroes that are destined to do more heroic things. The Two of us are members of this band of brothers.
He points to the uncanny drawing of The Twin.
He has already fallen -a tragedy. Killed as he worked to rescue those we eventually saved. He died at the claws of an evil flying creature. But he died to save the greater good- 50+ people.
Looking Lelywn deep in his eyes. Putting his hand on the man’s shoulder for further convincing effect.

This picture tells me that The Watchmen need to visit three cities. See this Yellow Mist. You can tell by the way you drew it that it’s evil and deadly. You subconsciously shy away from the brushstrokes. You KNOW it’s a symbol of Evil. Something that needs to be fought.
Can we count on your help to be a fellow hero?
He gives a dramatic pause.
The Gods Desna and Pharasma have guided us to you – because you are the key.
Your artistic talent has The Roadmap of our needed journey.
This rough painting is the start of something DIVINE.
WE NEED YOU.
Can we count on you?
The Watchmen, Thrushmoor, maybe even the rest of Golorian must know what cities these three represent.
The Gods shine on you Lelwyn. Are you up for the challenge?

After spouting this epic level of b#+@+%!*. Brother Butterfly looks to see if Lelwyn accepts it. Checking to see if he gets absorbed in the concept of being a vital member of something otherworldy.
But, this may be something you have to keep secret. The Agents of evil- whatever The Yellow Mist
represents – will move against these Heroes. Don’t let your painting have more than one martyr. .

sense motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Only if he feels confident that he has Lelwyn on their side, he tells him that this picture’s revelation must be told to the other Watchmen. He excuses himself and Mariner and heads to the Silver Wagon.
Seeing the others and saying :
Guys, we are screwed.
And he shares the story.

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