TET(With a T this time)'s pantflyer campaign (No, it's not dirty.)

Game Master Halflingtime

Wut? Goats arn't dogs, they are like cats that just respond to kissy sounds.

Sorval heads downstairs to inform Ruul and the owner..

You can make a heal check if you wish, Zeltor.
The monk discovers no excavation on the young man's torso, but he is incredibly gashed on his arms and chest. The most grievous wound is an enormous bite on his throat. However, some rags have been stuck to it, and the bleeding at least staunched.
He moans a little bit, and his skin is pallid, but he's alive enough to have a significant fever.
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Ruul gets the distinct impression that Lorranith is probing for rumor's sake. This is her job, to some degree, when it concerns her client's happiness.
"If it pleases you. I know of others who would be quite happy, yes...,"
Just then, Sorval bursts in.

There are some more... wait where's the guard?
Sorval gives a quick glance around for the guard.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Is Sorval aware of the possibly alive child?

Since Manny is no doubt still up top with the bodies.

Hmm..Best we get someone with the know how to patch him up here, I'll go talk to Lorranith. Manny heads downstairs.

Not entirely happy with the half-elf's roundabout answer, the bull snorts again.

"Like who?"

You can make a heal check if you wish, Zeltor.

The monk discovers no excavation on the young man's torso, but he is incredibly gashed on his arms and chest. The most grievous wound is an enormous bite on his throat. However, some rags have been stuck to it, and the bleeding at least staunched.
He moans a little bit, and his skin is pallid, but he's alive enough to have a significant fever.
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Ruul gets the distinct impression that Lorranith is probing for rumor's sake. This is her job, to some degree, when it concerns her client's happiness.
"If it pleases you. I know of others who would be quite happy, yes...,"
Just then, Sorval bursts in.

"He is not well..." - Zeltor states the obvious to the others.

Turning to the child, he tries to soothe him - "There... You are safe now..."

Heal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

"I will stay with him" - Zeltor answers Manny as he heads downstairs. Again turning to the boy, he tries to make him as comfortable as possible - "How are you feeling?" - the monk asks.

Sorval left before that could be ascertained.
"He has left to get the sheriff," Lorranith answers the catfolk smoothly. "But I cannot imagine he shall be gone too much longer."
Lorranith regards the frustrated Ruul strangely.
"The ways of subtlety may be lost on you, but they are a sacred trust, my friend. Keep your eyes open, and you may see something." She chuckles, letting her eyes wander towards the main room.

"Any minute now...,"

Ingrit bursts in before the sheriff, though only just, her face rosy and eager until the larger, more heavily-armored man intrudes with two other guards (one of which being the man from earlier).
"Murder, in your establishment yet again, Young Lorr... I should have known."

The sheriff is an old man decked in luxurious but old platemail. His grey beard is braided elaborately.

"Sheriff Forthan," she greets with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "How nice of you to join us. The party, I'm afraid, is upstairs. Hopefully you're up to the climb."

He huffs, and then nods in greeting to Ruul and Sorval, having heard of them already, or at lezst their appearances.

Zeltor is unable to determine the real condition Worren's in, but he and Horfil get another moan of response for their efforts. He is more or less deadweight, and his eyes are at half-mast.

Manny encounters Marduzi at the bottom of the stairs more or less drenched in sweat, but the people laying around on the main floor have been moves, their bones set and cuts cleaned and bandaged.
"Sorry that took so long, friend. What's the word?"

It is bad up there. Seems the terror that flaps in the night got himself a larder and some altar. Probably want to clear this place out for the day while there is a clean up.

"Those who could crawl out of here have already done so, I'm afraid. Though most are unconscious. Any survivors up there?"
Marduzi asks, his voice now hushed.

Zeltor says that there is one. Bad shape though, needs to be patche dup.

Ruul returns the sheriff's nod even though he's not entirely certain who the man is.

He watches in silence as the law does its job.

"I really hope you don't mean literally." Marduzi says gathering his healer's kit. He rather rushes up the stairs.
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"How rude of me," Lorranith purrs. "This is the fine sheriff of our township, Master Forthan."

"Don't mock me now, girl... It's not the time."
The sheriff and his entourage make their way to the stairway, with Forthan stopping a moment to glower at Manny as if to assess his involvement before passing him, satisfied.The guard from earlier gives a nervous wave when he thinks his boss is not looking.

Zeltor can hear the guardsmen assessing damage, but they take it room by room, so Marduzi reaches him a lot sooner. Said oracle quickly kneels next to Worren and makes a grim face as he tries to ascertain what is needed to make the lad well, if it is indeed possible.

Seeing the law about, Manny makes himself scarce but nearby.

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

"Filth fever," Marduzi pronounces after a time. "And a great deal of blood loss. Without magic, this could be fatal within hours...,"
The aasimar smiles, though, pulling on divine power to cast a curative spell. The boy doesn't really wake up from his stupor, but some of the pallor goes, and Marduzi is able to extricate the dirty rag from Worren's throat.
He uses his kit to then clean and bandage the gashes.
"He should last a couple nights now, at least. Time enough to recover if aided by a skilled healer and luck."

"What's going to happen now?" Ruul asks the newly arrived sheriff.

Well; I believe procedure would be to ask everyone involved their version of events...in private. Sorval smiles reassuringly- mistakingly believing that question was directed toward her. At least it didn't infect anyone- and we broke no laws, that I am aware of...

Watching the guardsman reveals that the more bookish guard moves to take notes about the scene and he draws a few pictures. The younger guard then proceeds to wrap the bodies in linen from a pack brought with him, though it rather looks like he's going to throw up.

The sheriff lets a hand drop to his side.
"As the girl said. We clean up and ask a few questions of those here who haven't a reputation for leading us astray. This would include you, bull-man, feline... and a couple of the other newcomers. However, it's pretty obvious that your bat was behind this. Humanoids typically don't have wings, claws, and teeth."
Forthan forces a dour smile.
"Well, at least I can be sure that the lass below has nothing to do with this. That would have been messy business."
He moves on to the next room, bidding his audience to follow, his chronicler writing feverishly.
[b]"Tell me what happened as you know it, and you can leave as you wish. Do with the criminal what you will... ,"[/ b] He grunts.

Ruul reflects on the events from earlier in the day, trying to separate the relevant parts from those that were unrelated.

"There was a request posted here, from a child, asking for help finding a missing goat. We met with the pair, a boy and a girl, and they described how their goat went missing. One of us figured out that the only way someone could have stolen the goat and gotten away unseen was if they were some kind of shapechanger - with wings."

"Uh-huh," Forthan hums, confused. "So this web of intrigue was generated by a goat. Go on...,"

"Filth fever," Marduzi pronounces after a time. "And a great deal of blood loss. Without magic, this could be fatal within hours...,"

The aasimar smiles, though, pulling on divine power to cast a curative spell. The boy doesn't really wake up from his stupor, but some of the pallor goes, and Marduzi is able to extricate the dirty rag from Worren's throat.
He uses his kit to then clean and bandage the gashes.
"He should last a couple nights now, at least. Time enough to recover if aided by a skilled healer and luck."

Zeltor nods - "Good to know that he is in no danger for the time being. Thank you."

He again checks on the child, and proceeds - "Should I take him somewhere where he can receive the needed attention, or he should go back to his home to rest? Also... Do not be offended by my question, you speak of a skilled healer - that would be you, correct?"

We headed back here- they- Ruul(gestures to the minotuar), Manny- our fledgeling party's Halfling compatriot, and Zeltor- our archer... preparing to clear out the attic from large bats on behalf of Lady Lorrainth; Sorval takes a deep a breath before That they were asked to do earlier; Anyway- we did some math and figured that culpruit behind the goatnapping and the large bat could be connected.

Halfling!

"So, who attacked who first?" Forthan asks, waiting for the armored scribe to stop for a few quick breaths.
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"I'll do in a pinch, but I'm not... I'm not an expert, Zeltor. I might be able to cheat via the use of salves, though. As for where he should go, I know I can take him back to the brewery for now. The real priests might be in, and even if they aren't, they will come home and help."
Marduzi shrugs."Or I could take him to the temple of Torag. Erm, not exactly the most comfortable place to convalesce, but they also have some skill... if you can take their bedside manner."

Ruul pauses to consider the question.

"Uh, he tried to kill us."

"I am aware, but this has to do with an old law. We must write it down."

I actually don't remember super well myself.

"We roughed him up a bit getting him outside but he attacked us first."

"So, who attacked who first?" Forthan asks, waiting for the armored scribe to stop for a few quick breaths.

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"I'll do in a pinch, but I'm not... I'm not an expert, Zeltor. I might be able to cheat via the use of salves, though. As for where he should go, I know I can take him back to the brewery for now. The real priests might be in, and even if they aren't, they will come home and help."
Marduzi shrugs."Or I could take him to the temple of Torag. Erm, not exactly the most comfortable place to convalesce, but they also have some skill... if you can take their bedside manner."

Pondering their options for a moment, Zeltor decides - "Lets move to the closest one. Show me the way, I will carry him" - he declares as he picks the boy up, heading downstairs.

"Alright... I think I know the rest via Cerdi, here. You may now do what you will... Though I could do with your names, I suppose."
Marduzi leaddsZeltor right out of the room and into the now-occupied hallway. The guard on scribing duty clears his throat.
"What are you doing? You're not to remove bodies from the crime scene until we're finished-,"

The brawny bull nods.

"Ruul Spiritskin", he rumbles.

"Well met, I am Zeltor, and the child is not dead - I believe this one to be Worren, reported missing by his parents. He is still alive but not well, and needs to be looked after. According to Marduzi, we should take him either to the brewery or the temple of Torag, and this should be done immediately"

Umm... Sorvalyn Aetalis Dyrsaid. I was adopted... She clarifies for the officers.

"I'm Horfil."

He takes a bow after saying his name.

"Just so," Forthan responds to the introductions, quirking an especially interested eye on Sorval. He might have said more to her, but Worren took precedence.
"So there is a survivor after all. Good. The brewery is closer. Godspeed. Cerdic, as soon as you are done here, you are to look after the boy. Fetch me as soon as he awakens."
Said guard nods.
"Well then, that would be all on my end. You've done well by this town and its people. Hopefully next time we run into one another the circumstances will be more amicable." With that, he waves the adventurers off.

Ingrit cuts off Ruul and Manny if they try to leave and tries to gang-press them into helping her get those batwings for her mantle.

Marduzi leads Zeltor through the night to the sacred brewery and bids him to leave Worren on a cot fetched by a younger, awkward man about Worren's age.
First aid supplies are fetched and an older gentleman roused. All things considered, things are at the best level they can be for the wounded teenager.

Ruul pauses, confused by the dwarven woman’s request.

”Wait, which bat wings?” he rumbles.

"The werebat's, of course... I mean, they're arms, too, and I'm aware it is a little strange, but by the gods! What a conversation piece! Oh, and as a token of good faith to the monster, I'll take care of his actual burial, too... Get him a priest to commend him to, you know, wherever he's goin'."

Ruul frowns, the woman’s request was a bit morbid but he’d heard more than a few talk about wanting his horns should he fall… or his other parts…

Isn’t the sheriff taking off with the body?

No. He suspected this much...Or at least that Lorranith would use bits for alchemy. As a gm, I just want to make sure you're rewarded monetarily.

"Dunnae look at me like tha', Ruul... He wae a wicked creature who would get worse from the guard as a strung-up fetish to ward off other monsters, ye know?"
I forgot her accent.

Sounds good.

The minotaur shakes his shaggy head.

”We can get you the wings”, Ruul rumbles. ”But I’ll need a big blade, maybe an axe.”

"Well tha' I can provide, if ye've a mind for waitin." With that, the dwarf runs off, only a little unwieldly for her inebriation.
She returns ten minutes later with a well-loved halberd and a black eye.

Woah...what happened? Sorval asks tentatively- fearing a noisy rebuttal.

"My door wasnae very accomodatin', and I was in a bi' of a rush."

Ruul takes the offered halberd and shrugs. It wasn’t what he had in mind but it would work. Finding some canvas or cloth to wrap the body in, he drags it outside.

With care, he lays the dead man-bat down, extends the desired limps, and hacks them off with a pair of brutal blows. He quickly wraps what remains up in the canvas and offers the grisly separated ‘parts’ to the dwarf.

”All done”, he rumbles.

Yay! Crappy part over, quest completion sounds. Level up, peeps. How much did Ingrit promise again...?
The dwarf accepts the parcel with equal parts somberness and glee, thanking everyone present boisterously for felling the monster before Slapping Ruul on the back and tottering off into the night with the halberd strapped to her back.

Heh, it wasn’t crappy by any means. A little chaotic perhaps, but not crappy. =)

Ruul shakes his shaggy head and brings the slightly-lighter corpse back indoors for whoever would be coming for it later.

It has been a strange day.

I’ll leave figuring out the reward up to Manny. Shouldn’t you be studying?

Manny reappears from whatever shadow he sequestered himself. Rather rough day but we've done a good deed and this will help our rep.

Kinda forgot, I think free drinks for a while was part of the deal. Will level up when I can.

Reward is 60 gold, one drink a day and free food for a month.

Well let's celebrate in the traditional manner!
Sorval gets back to her room- informing the pair that she will meet them here in the morning.

I'll work on the level up ASAP.

Marduzi leads Zeltor through the night to the sacred brewery and bids him to leave Worren on a cot fetched by a younger, awkward man about Worren's age.
First aid supplies are fetched and an older gentleman roused. All things considered, things are at the best level they can be for the wounded teenager.

Zeltor thanks both Marduzi and the brewery carekeepers for their assistance - "I will come and check on the boy tomorrow, if that is acceptable" - he offers.

Returning to the inn, he meets up with the others. While he welcomes the celebration, and does comment at Manny that the celebration is well deserved, he seems also somewhat dettached, and after a while speaks up - "I am heading off to Worren's homestead... I am sure they would like to know that he is alive, and being cared for. Also, I had given my word to get back to them as soon as I knew anything. It shouldn't take more than a couple of hours for me to get back friends"

If any accept to accompany him, he gladly accept it, otherwise he goes on his own to warn Worren's family of the recent developments.

Level up coming soon :D