
Rowan Darkwinter |

Akahale pauses to enlighten Manny.
"Father Rowan has heard something suspicious," he hisses, eyes gleaming with enthusiastic paranoia.
"In the kitchen."
"It might even be that shrimp you talked about either way its worth finding out what else is out here," Rowan whispers.

Rowan Darkwinter |

Rowan Darkwinter wrote:"Demonic kippers are a possibility."
"It might even be that shrimp you talked about either way its worth finding out what else is out here," Rowan whispers.
"Do they include mackerel? I hate mackerel!" Rowan quietly notes shuddering at the thought.

Grafire Serpenthelm |

Grafire gets to the back of the inn he approaches the rear door carefully while keeping an alert status. He snarels, "Seems that somone or something is looking for trouble. Don't be afraid face your fate." The whole while he thumbs the sharpened blade of his axe checking to make sure that it will slice the thinest hair.
Perception check-1d20+4=8

Mandrake the Mad |

Akahale Gilbrid wrote:"Do they include mackerel? I hate mackerel!" Rowan quietly notes shuddering at the thought.Rowan Darkwinter wrote:"Demonic kippers are a possibility."
"It might even be that shrimp you talked about either way its worth finding out what else is out here," Rowan whispers.
"This whole thing smells fishy to me!" The mage mutters as he starts to follow the others. Then he stops, and sighs.
"C'mon IT. Let's go make sure that no one sneaks out the front,... wouldn't THAT be ironic!?!?" He grumbles as he sloshes towards the front of the building, kvetching all the way about being wet, and soggy in places he didn't even realize he had!

Fabes DM |

Assuming amidst the comic banter, that someone opens the kitchen door...
Upon entering the kitchen, you see Piotr, the sour-faced proprieter of the Smooth Sailing, pouring some sort of foul ichor into the food and drink. He looks startled at the interruption and tries to run for the back door, only to be confronted by the rest of your party!
He drops to his knees and pleads, "I 'ad no choice! Please, don' kill me!"

Rowan Darkwinter |

"So... exactly how big are these shrimp?" Rowan asks taken a little off guard by how intimidating Akahale has just become.
"We better get rid of that stuff he just poisoned unless you want to threaten him with eating that stuff? No probably a wise choice certainly don't want the toilets backed up!" Rowan mutters as he proceeds to make sure thats all Piotr has contaminated...
other his trousers of course!
Just a reminder I won't be able to post after tonight since I'll be moving in about a week and my internet provider needs that time to switch over to my new home. Hopefully I'll be back online by the 25th but it might take up to the 30th with my luck!

Rowan Darkwinter |

Assuming amidst the comic banter, that someone opens the kitchen door...
Upon entering the kitchen, you see Piotr, the sour-faced proprieter of the Smooth Sailing, pouring some sort of foul ichor into the food and drink. He looks startled at the interruption and tries to run for the back door, only to be confronted by the rest of your party!
He drops to his knees and pleads, "I 'ad no choice! Please, don' kill me!"
Don't know how long I'll be still able to post online so here goes!
"Perhaps you can start by explaining why you're doing this and please stick to the truth, my friend here has an unerring ability to tell when someone is telling porkies or in this case red herrings," Rowan gently coaxes the would be poisoner.
Diplomacy check1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Akahale Gilbrid |

Akahale re-organises his face into a benevolent smile.
"Ahem. My apologies. It was not my intention to alarm you so extensively that you lost the power of speech. You already know that my comrades and I are well aware of your activities. It is my belief that you are rendering the hapless inhabitants of this inn malleable. Causing them to slumber deeply, so that Dagon's call may penetrate their subconscious minds. I believe also that you have doctored the breakfast kippers. Perhaps you could confirm?"
1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28

It |

3 Successes, 1 Failure. So far. :D
The man looks at IT, "But, what, I - we're all meant to be goin' there tonight for the gatherin'?! Aren't we?" he says in a confused manner.
"Innkeeper Piotr should not plan on attending a gathering."
Intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

Mandrake the Mad |

MAndrake watches the proceedings thoughtfully. Occasionally he pokes around and peeks into cupboards, and more than once sniffs the herrings. The only change that he has to this behavior is when IT joins the dragonborn and Rowan in interrogating Piotr. He seems surprised, but not upset, about his bodyguards sudden talkativeness.

Fabes DM |

The innkeeper gets the hint and finally spills the beans, explaining that he was trying to poison the food and drink with a compound that would lower the willpower of anyone who ingested it. As so many had resisted the call of Dagon, he was afraid that as the guests at the Inn are his responsibility, that he would get the blame.
"It's the Alderman and Mother Sharallan ye want, not me!"

Grafire Serpenthelm |

Grafire step through the rear door way. "Ha, what do we got here? Need any help takin out the trash." Grafire looks at the inn keeper after hearing his story about the plans tonight. Grafire's thumb still rubbing across the blade of his axe.
After speaking his look draws down to the wickedly sharp blade and he enjoys scraping his thumb across it. "Hmm, seems that we could use a bit more information about this cerimony tonight. What might you know about that, inn keeper?" Grafires glance move slowly over to the inn keeper, and he looks sternly into the inn keepers eyes.
Intimidate check-1d20+14=20

Akahale Gilbrid |

Akahale taps his notepad thoughtfully.
"In your view, what would be the likely response of Dagon should the ceremony not take place? I must advise you that Mother Sharallan and your misguided civic leader are defunct and their participation is no longer an issue."

Mandrake the Mad |

"Oh, for crying out loud,..." Manny mutters as he closes the lid of a large pot after sniffing it's contents suspiciously.
"What he's trying to say is that we've removed your leaders, and taken care of several attempts to remove US by your fishy-face friends with 'extreme prejudice'. We're tired, hungry and WET, and it's making me cranky! With your main leaders gone,. whose next in line to be in charge? And do you know where they are? I know you've been told that we're your enemies, but we're trying to HELP you, you big oaf! Dagon is no one's friend, and he doesn't have partners, he has 'pets', or 'food'. So unless one of those options sounds good to you, you should probably help us to end this problem, or move,... to another town,... today." Manny gripes, rambling and waving his arms with every declaration.
Intimidate or Bluff (same +0 mod)
Manny isn't exactly intimidating,... is he? ;P

Grafire Serpenthelm |

"Alrighty, lets throw this stuff out and see what else is there to eat?"
perception check:1d20+4=12