The town "guard" fail to cease their loiterings even as the constable approaches, their lackadaisical demeanor is mingled only with what most anyone could decipher as fear just beneath the surface. You're unsure if the nonchalant attitudes are a consequence of ineptitude or a ruse to hide that fear. Regardless, Arlayna clicks her boot heels together and straightens her back as she approaches the stairs leading up to a set of wooden double doors, her military training apparent in her stance and stares. She frowns at the men, "I take it the ravens brought no ill will thus far this night? It seems you're all in need of further drills tomorrow?" The band of guards nearest and seated on the stairs rouse themselves to their feet and make feeble attempts to strike guard-like poses as they stumble over one another making their apologies to their commander. The constable sighs and glances down the length of the building to either side assessing the positions of the other guards patrolling the perimeter, "Mayor Brodenbuck is prepared to receive his guests?" One of the men wearing a piecemeal suit of plate and chain mails assures Arlayna that all is prepared and the mayor is in the audience chambers awaiting her arrival. She gives a final glance over your group and nods her head toward the double doors as she approaches and leans all her weight against them. The entryway is bathed in the golden light of sconced torches and candlelight within, and the elf disappears inside to await your entrance.
Feel free to have any RP you'd like before entering, but as each of you enter the townhall, you must make a Charisma Saving Throw DC 18
Kesh is not fond of this cold, not at all. Never mind his own health, any tincture or elixir he mixes will have to be heated in accordance with the ambient temperature, a set of equations he does not relish having to solve on the go! It's frustrating, but it does not stop him from hurrying immediately inside.
“Really? That’s great! And I was worried no one would be interested,” Joy chuckles, clearly relieved as she fixes her bright gaze on Shae, “I understand that faith isn’t so important to everyone, but prayer really can bolster our resolve and provide comfort. I look forward to it.”
Her eyes widen in surprise when Kesh rushes past everyone into the building; it seems he is more energetic than she realized. The well-lit interior of the town hall is rather welcoming compared to the chilly night outside… “Oh, I should have lit a torch for him!” Of course, he is the only one in the group without dark vision. Hehe—No. Definitely something she will keep in mind going forward. She pauses to take in a slightly longer breath, filling her mind with the image of a serene sunrise. She just gives a nod to Geren as he passes by, attempting to refocus herself on paying attention to the meeting.
“Well, there’s no use letting the cold air in.” Her smile looks awkward for a split second before she hurries into the building as well, unconsciously running a hand over her braided hair.
Othorion walked with the rest of the group, following Arlayna up the stairs while giving barely concealed disdainful looks to the poor state of the guards. He looked over at Garen. "Hiding something?" He whispered back, then looked back to the constable. What could she be hiding? Wasn't their whole reason being here to help the mayor against the Murder Court... and her employ under the mayor probably means she was with him on that. Lying to them didn't make much sense to him.
But then again, he wasn't exactly keen on picking up cues like that. "If you say so," he continued whispering, "I suppose we should just at least remain a little cautious..."
He stepped through the threshold of the building, out of the cold and into the warmth of the mayor's home.
ooc: Charisma save - 14
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Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
Shaephina followed the group, her gaze lingering momentarily on the ragtag guards before turning her attention back to the double doors. The constable’s strict demeanor contrasted sharply with the fearful, untrained men, and it only deepened her suspicions. As Geren whispered his concerns, she gave a subtle nod in agreement, her mind already working to piece together what little she had observed.
“She’s definitely withholding something,” Shae whispered back as they ascended the steps. “Let’s remain cautious, as Othorion suggests, and perhaps we’ll learn more once we’re inside.”
As Kesh hurried ahead, she allowed herself a small smile at his eagerness. Joy’s enthusiasm about prayer had been unexpected, but it provided a welcome distraction from the darker thoughts swirling in her mind. “I look forward to joining you in the morning,” she added softly to Joy before stepping into the warmth of the building, letting the golden light wash over her as she prepared for whatever awaited them inside.
Charisma save: 24 (if that would be a charm effect, Shae would have advantage but it didn't matter this time around.)
The first thing that strikes you all as you enter Townhall is indeed the warmth. A large hearth on either side of the large meeting hall turned audience chamber crackles with fire and contrasts Jaekin's chilly autumn air outside. Before you've even taken a chance to observe the large room's layout, each of you are struck by the realization that you may only speak the truth as you cross the threshold! Both Joy and Shae resist the effect but all are aware that you have entered azone of truth.
The large room extends approximately 40 ft by 20 ft and two long tables resting on either side of the double doors you've walked through, their seats empty and their surfaces covered with scattered gear and weapons (none of which seem in good repair.) A tattered and worn blue rug covers the rough wooden floorboards of the room, and the ceilings are vaulted with large cedar beams arching above you. The chamber is spacious and clearly designed for your typical townhall meeting.
Directly across from you as you've entered is a large chair, not a throne per se but definitely arranged to take on the semblance of one, and a rather serious and slightly disheveled human in his late twenties or early thirties. The jet black hair is messy and ice blue eyes stare at you all from skin weathered beyond his years. Mayor Haelviird Brodenbuckwears a tattered black overcoat lined with crimson silk on the inside visible by the collar raised around his neck. A crimson scarf adorns his neck and he sits with legs crossed and picking at his nails. The man's attire appears to be an attempt at nobility with the muddy stains and wear of a commoner.
You watch as Arlayna takes her post to the right side of the mayor like a bailiff at court and speaks lowly to the mayor, "The ravens gathered again, but they've flown away." Haelviird nods and a quick look of concern crosses his face before he regards your party once more. He forces a grin but does not stand as he addresses you, his eyes assessing each of you as he speaks.
"Welcome to Jaekin. I hope our meager accommodations have suited you well since you've arrived. As I'm sure you are aware, our little town has a long-standing problem afflicting it that we are unable to remedy ourselves. Our oppression has been present my entire life and half of my father's...perhaps even longer still, and most here scarcely even know what to name our cruel overlords." You find his voice is compelling in its tone despite any reservations you may have. It is warm and inviting, the man is clearly charismatic and it's no wonder he was elected mayor by the citizens of Jaekin. You take note of the lack of staff or guard in the townhall and the mayor's presence. It seems he was in this large chamber alone before you entered. A narrow staircase stands just behind and left of the 'throne' that ends in a plain wooden door above and a large chest rests on his left hand side upon the floor.
"The Murder Court has had its run of power here, and I mean to rid my people of its shadowy tendrils. They have beguiled and enslaved the folk of Jaekin for far too long, and most have never even lain eyes upon them. One would think, even, to question their very existence but evidence of their influence is undeniable. Pox and plagues. Children, husbands, and wives all taken in the night or replaced with their vile doppelgängers. I believe the very wood and stone surrounding us have been afflicted by their curse. Even the creatures that roam in the shadows between leaf and rock have been twisted by their presence. They use all these tactics to lock our people in fear and obeyance to their tyrannical wills!" Haelviird's tone had risen in intensity as he spoke to one of brewing anger, perhaps hatred, and he slams his fist on the arm of the chair.
He lowers his gaze and composes himself once more, "You may undertake this as you see fit, but foremost you must locate from whence The Court operates. We know it is somewhere high in the Cragsmoot. Arlayna has further leads to hopefully aim you in the right direction. You will be paid handsomely - 500 gold each upon completion of the task, an item of your choosing from the remains of your predecessors, and I am sure a feast in your honor upon your success." He motions to the large chest beside the seat to his left. "You may choose the item you desire as payment up front, gods know you'll need all the help you can get. Are there any questions thus far?"
"If one may," says the Alchemist, quite dryly, "Kesh does not care for your plight, or your suffering. One seeks only the reward you offer. What you have asked for has drawn his attention, and what you offer has guaranteed his services." On one hand, Kesh has expected the loss of his faculties, in terms of deception. On the other, with honesty being his only recourse, he instead focuses on the details of his assignment and throws any hint of politeness to the eight winds.
"In the spirit of that," he continues, "you have mentioned the remains of one's predecessors, implying one's troupe is not the first to partake of this. Furthermore, the bitter elf woman at your back seemed remiss to mention certain details, as implied by her and those beside Kesh." He draws his lips back in a crude, amused snarl, a grin that exposes pearly white fangs, dappled in blue gums. "Would now be the time to request the truth, as you have demanded of Kesh and his fellow sellswords?" He has to stop himself from chuckling. He quite enjoys the opportunity to be blunt. Niceties, he feels, could occasionally take more effort than purely necessary. Sometimes, candidness is a blessing in disguise.
[Persuasion, if necessary or appropriate: non-Nat 20]
Joy blinks as she feels the Zone of Truth spell pass over her harmlessly, unsure how she should feel about the use of it in this situation. She and the others have been invited here to offer aid and all seem to be doing so in good faith--even if their reasons for doing so are varied--but at the same time she supposes the Mayor wants to confirm this for himself. Still, there are plenty of ways to get around the Spell; resisting it as she has, not giving the whole truth, or simply refusing to answer a question.
Kesh's blunt words take her aback a bit. He really...doesn't care about the people at all...? Certainly, he would have said it in a nicer way had he not been under a spell, right? It seems she can't rely on him to go out of his way to protect innocents. Still, he seems intent on helping to find the Murder Court just for the reward, which is good. But how far will he go for material gain if their lives are threatened?
"I understand your concern for your people, but is using a spell on us right away really necessary? You could simply talk to us, Hael--uh, Mr. Mayor...Oh, are you a Paladin too, by the way? What is your Oath?"His own Zone of Truth would not affect him, so she tries to pay careful attention to his reactions.
ooc: Persuasion 13 on Hael, Insight 9 on Hael, Insight 19 on Kesh
The moment he passed the threshold he felt the spell's hold take effect. His eyebrows furrowed immediately and his head snapped directly towards the mayor upon his "throne". A place such as this, with fear clearly rampant, it made sense why the mayor would set up this spell. But just because it was warranted didn't mean he had to like it. But he refrained from speaking his displeasure, and instead listened to the mayor offer them their job.
There were others who had failed before them, and the mayor was offering their items as a means of payment. Or perhaps a bribe? He couldn't be sure.
"I'm inclined to agree with my companions, here," he said at last, displeasure evident in his voice. "Although I can understand the need for..." he spread his hands to indicate the spell, "you want us to willingly walk to danger while your constable withholds information from us. One would not be faulted in thinking this whole mission was set up in bad faith. And I do so hope I'm wrong in that regard."
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Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
Shaephina halted for just a moment as she crossed the threshold, feeling the familiar ripple of magic wash over her. The Zone of Truth had no hold on her, but she understood its significance and how it would affect the others. This could be both a challenge and an opportunity. As she moved forward, she let a warm smile grace her features, masking the calculating thoughts running through her mind.
"Good evening, Mayor Brodenbuck," she began, her voice smooth and respectful as she offered a small nod. "My name is Shaephina Nystoria, and I have come with the intent to assist in freeing Jaekin from the influence of the Murder Court. I understand the necessity of precaution in these trying times, and I appreciate the transparency that this spell encourages."
She paused, her eyes drifting briefly to the constable before returning to the mayor. "I do wonder, though, Mayor—does this spell affect only those who enter, or are you and your staff also subject to its influence? It's important for us to understand the rules of engagement, especially in a matter as delicate as this." (Insight 16 to see if his reply is a lie)
With her question hanging in the air, Shae turned her gaze to Arlayna, her expression sincere but probing. "Constable, you've seen firsthand the difficulties Jaekin faces. I'd be grateful for your insight on why the previous adventurers failed in their attempts. Additionally," her tone grew more inquisitive, "how did you come to possess their belongings? If they fell at the hands of the Murder Court, it seems unusual that their equipment would find its way back here. Did someone retrieve them, or is there more to their fate that we should be aware of?" (Insight 13 to see if the constable lies in her response)
She remained composed, her questions carefully framed to seem as though she was seeking only to clarify the situation. Inside, however, she was already weighing the responses she might receive, looking for any inconsistencies or hints of truth buried beneath the surface.
Joy blinks as she feels the Zone of Truth spell pass over her harmlessly, unsure how she should feel about the use of it in this situation. She and the others have been invited here to offer aid and all seem to be doing so in good faith--even if their reasons for doing so are varied--but at the same time she supposes the Mayor wants to confirm this for himself. Still, there are plenty of ways to get around the Spell; resisting it as she has, not giving the whole truth, or simply refusing to answer a question.
Kesh's blunt words take her aback a bit. He really...doesn't care about the people at all...? Certainly, he would have said it in a nicer way had he not been under a spell, right? It seems she can't rely on him to go out of his way to protect innocents. Still, he seems intent on helping to find the Murder Court just for the reward, which is good. But how far will he go for material gain if their lives are threatened?
"I understand your concern for your people, but is using a spell on us right away really necessary? You could simply talk to us, Hael--uh, Mr. Mayor...Oh, are you a Paladin too, by the way? What is your Oath?"His own Zone of Truth would not affect him, so she tries to pay careful attention to his reactions.
ooc: Persuasion 13 on Hael, Insight 9 on Hael, Insight 19 on Kesh
I'm not sure what you're trying to persuade Hael of. And what are you trying to gain insight on Kesh for? Truthfulness? If that's the case they can answer that one.
Joy blinks as she feels the Zone of Truth spell pass over her harmlessly, unsure how she should feel about the use of it in this situation. She and the others have been invited here to offer aid and all seem to be doing so in good faith--even if their reasons for doing so are varied--but at the same time she supposes the Mayor wants to confirm this for himself. Still, there are plenty of ways to get around the Spell; resisting it as she has, not giving the whole truth, or simply refusing to answer a question.
Kesh's blunt words take her aback a bit. He really...doesn't care about the people at all...? Certainly, he would have said it in a nicer way had he not been under a spell, right? It seems she can't rely on him to go out of his way to protect innocents. Still, he seems intent on helping to find the Murder Court just for the reward, which is good. But how far will he go for material gain if their lives are threatened?
"I understand your concern for your people, but is using a spell on us right away really necessary? You could simply talk to us, Hael--uh, Mr. Mayor...Oh, are you a Paladin too, by the way? What is your Oath?"His own Zone of Truth would not affect him, so she tries to pay careful attention to his reactions.
ooc: Persuasion 13 on Hael, Insight 9 on Hael, Insight 19 on Kesh
I'm not sure what you're trying to persuade Hael of. And what are you trying to gain insight on Kesh for? Truthfulness? If that's the case they can answer that one.
The Persuasion for Hael was her saying he could just talk to them without the spell, and the insight on Kesh was her trying to gauge how determined he is to do the mission for the money. Sorry it was unclear!
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Geren perks up when he hears the specifics of the Murder Court's actions. If what the Mayor says is true (and unless the Mayor has some way of getting around the Zone of Truth) there must be some truly valuable secrets at the center of this.
Truth is an interesting thing so when Geren says:
"Rest assured that there's nothing here I want to do more than get to the bottom of whatever it is the Murder Court is doing. We can't undo the evil they've done but hopefully we can stop them from doing further harm. Any aid you can give us in taking them down will be most appreciated."
He's telling the truth. But leaving out the part about how stopping the Murder Court is secondary to discovering their secrets for him.
"Please tell us everything you can about the Murder Court. Even if it seems meaningless it might make the difference between success or failure."
OOC: Persuasion check to get the Mayor to tell everything, including things he might have otherwise kept to himself: 14
Haelviird sighs and glances back at the constable before he slumps back down in his makeshift throne, his fingers cradling his temple as he does. “At least the Dragonborn doesn’t hem and haw. We have brought you into our confidence, not the other way around. Should I deign to seek truth from those I wish to pay it is my prerogative, wouldn’t you say? Does it really matter to you if I speak true or not? As your friend has stated, are you not primarily here for the reward after all?”He looks up to the stoic Elven woman with a look of exasperation and rests his hand upon the arm of the chair once again. “Do you think there is some dark conspiracy here? Perhaps the constable and I, elected by the good people of Jaekin, are in fact not seeking their best interests? Perhaps we seek to lead you all off to your deaths to some end…for some purpose? You do not seem to have much that we would desire. To answer your question, I have sworn no oaths other than to protect this town.” His eyes turn to Joy then Shae as he raises an eyebrow, “You two show promise at least, and I am pleased that all of you have shown your willingness to aid us regardless of your motivations. However, the rules of this engagement are set entirely by me and you will abide by them. The spell is present for my benefit, not your own, and we shall share what we can of your foe.” Haelviird flourishes his hand toward the constable and a distinct look of consternation settles upon his features as Arlayna steps forward. Shae senses only sarcasm and disdain but no lies.
The constable cocks her hip to the side and rests a hand there, “Mayor Brodenbuck poses no ill will toward you and I will share what I wish. You’re not being paid to know all of my secrets, and I doubt you’d want to burden yourselves with such anyway.” She cuts a quick glance back at the mayor and he nods for her to continue, “Those who have come before you failed. I can’t sugarcoat that fact. I tracked their progress when they’d not returned and retrieved their belongings. There were no corpses and I gather The Court had no use for such items. Most never made it any further than the forests, but one group did manage to ascend into the Cragsmoot tracking one of The Court’s members, the only one with whom we’ve had any direct contact. That one refers to itself as Darthuul but the villagers call it Dart. It is a spokesperson of sorts, delivering whatever terms, conditions and consequences from The Court to Jaekin as their dark desires request. Dart is wily and I have yet to lay my hands on the creature.”The Elf sneers at the thoughts of the dark courtier that has likely eluded her for as long as she has been at her post. You sense no lie in her words. She either speaks the truth, is compelled to do so, or is a very good liar. "Now you will answer a question of mine. Have any of you had any contact with any creatures, human, Elf or otherwise save any townsfolk, myself or the mayor here since you've arrived? Have any of you ever ventured into the Feywild?"
Remember that each of you are still under the effects of the spell unless you succeeded on the save.
Geren updates his mental evaluation of the Mayor. He'd been expecting a bleeding heart, not whatever you'd call what this man was. Still, it wasn't like it changed his purpose here, merely his strategies.
He thinks for a moment before answering the Constable's question.
"Ah. I have not had any contact in the way you describe. I just arrived today. As for having visited the Feywild I'm unsure."
Geren clarifies.
"I was looking into a cult that was supposedly founded by a Dryad. During my investigation I either briefly encountered the Dryad in the Feywild who told me there was nothing there for me or stumbled into a clearing infested with hallucinogenic fungus and hallucinated the entire thing. Other than the experience itself it was a wasted trip."
He frowns, contemplating how the Zone of Truth spell determined what he had said.
"This truth spell is fascinating..."
But Geren immediately gets back to the business at hand.
"Anyway, other than Darthuul do you have any ideas on leads we could follow?"
Shaephina listened intently as the mayor and constable spoke, her thoughts racing beneath her calm exterior. The mention of the forest and the repeated failures of previous adventurers weighed heavily on her mind. She allowed a moment of silence to linger after Geren's response, then stepped forward, her voice measured and thoughtful. "The forest you speak of, where so many before us have met their end—it sounds like more than just a place overrun by wild beasts or dark magic. The fact that none of them returned, not even with tales of what they faced, is deeply concerning. It suggests a force that is not only powerful but also strategic, leaving no trace behind. What manner of creatures or beings reside in those woods that could overpower skilled adventurers without a single one escaping or sending word?"
Shae nodded respectfully toward the constable before responding. "I understand the need for caution, and I assure you, I have had no contact with anyone outside the townsfolk, you, or the mayor since our arrival. As for the Feywild, I’ve never ventured there myself, though I’ve heard many stories." Shae paused, her gaze shifting between the mayor and the constable, her expression serious but devoid of accusation. "It strikes me that the Murder Court has created an environment where fear thrives, where even seasoned warriors fall without a trace. If we're to succeed where others have failed, we'll need every scrap of information you can provide—no matter how seemingly insignificant. As Geren has said - even the smallest detail could make the difference between our survival and our defeat."
She turned to Arlayna, her eyes narrowing slightly in contemplation. "This Darthuul must be a key figure in this. If it's the only one you've had direct contact with, then perhaps it knows more about the forest and the dangers within than anyone else. Have you noticed any patterns in its appearances or demands or who it contacts? Anything that might hint at how the Murder Court operates or what their ultimate goal is? "
Kesh's blunt words take her aback a bit. He really...doesn't care about the people at all...? Certainly, he would have said it in a nicer way had he not been under a spell, right? It seems she can't rely on him to go out of his way to protect innocents. Still, he seems intent on helping to find the Murder Court just for the reward, which is good. But how far will he go for material gain if their lives are threatened?
ooc:Insight 19 on Kesh
[Whether or not it's an answer he seems to know himself, the Dragonborn appears largely unperturbed at the prospect of delving into danger for the right price. Whether that's a concept he can hold to in the throes of mortal danger, time will only tell. But for the time being, his words are clearly accurate to the situation at hand. Unfortunately, that also means his apathy is genuine as well.]
[<History roll for suspicious persons since arriving: non-Nat 20>]
[Whether or not it's an answer he seems to know himself, the Dragonborn appears largely unperturbed at the prospect of delving into danger for the right price. Whether that's a concept he can hold to in the throes of mortal danger, time will only tell. But for the time being, his words are clearly accurate to the situation at hand. Unfortunately, that also means his apathy is genuine as well.]
[<History roll for suspicious persons since arriving: non-Nat 20>]
Kesh recalls only a few direct contacts that any have made since arriving that he knows of - the barmaid and one another. He remembers the handful of other patrons at The Olde Crow Inn, but none stand out as anything more than common and he'd had no real connection with them either.
The Dragonborn's lips curl back down into a subdued sneer. "Kesh has seen none, but that does not necessarily mean he hasn't. It is as you say. They are new, as is Kesh. If one were to speak to such creatures disguised as regular folk, or as one of those relatively unknown guards you've been unable to train proper, would one be able to tell? In fact have either of you seen this Darthuul to tell one what it looks like?" Kesh's hands spread wide in mock acquiescence as he stares down the elf. "Or has it always already been gone upon your arrival...?"
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The town "guard" fail to cease their loiterings even as the constable approaches, their lackadaisical demeanor is mingled only with what most anyone could decipher as fear just beneath the surface. You're unsure if the nonchalant attitudes are a consequence of ineptitude or a ruse to hide that fear. Regardless, Arlayna clicks her boot heels together and straightens her back as she approaches the stairs leading up to a set of wooden double doors, her military training apparent in her stance and stares. She frowns at the men, "I take it the ravens brought no ill will thus far this night? It seems you're all in need of further drills tomorrow?" The band of guards nearest and seated on the stairs rouse themselves to their feet and make feeble attempts to strike guard-like poses as they stumble over one another making their apologies to their commander. The constable sighs and glances down the length of the building to either side assessing the positions of the other guards patrolling the perimeter, "Mayor Brodenbuck is prepared to receive his guests?" One of the men wearing a piecemeal suit of plate and chain mails assures Arlayna that all is prepared and the mayor is in the audience chambers awaiting her arrival. She gives a final glance over your group and nods her head toward the double doors as she approaches and leans all her weight against them. The entryway is bathed in the golden light of sconced torches and candlelight within, and the elf disappears inside to await your entrance.
Feel free to have any RP you'd like before entering, but as each of you enter the townhall, you must make a Charisma Saving Throw DC 18
Murder Court Discord OOC | Phandelver Discord OOC
Kesh is not fond of this cold, not at all. Never mind his own health, any tincture or elixir he mixes will have to be heated in accordance with the ambient temperature, a set of equations he does not relish having to solve on the go! It's frustrating, but it does not stop him from hurrying immediately inside.
[Yeeeaah, failed save. 11]
Geren is impatient for the briefing. He came here for secrets and he's getting silence instead.
"The constable is hiding several things. I'm not sure what, but she knows way more than she's telling." he whispers to the rest of the group.
"Keep your eyes and ears open and make sure that if you notice anything you tell the rest of us. Preferably in a way eavesdroppers won't overhear it."
Charisma Save:
11
“Really? That’s great! And I was worried no one would be interested,” Joy chuckles, clearly relieved as she fixes her bright gaze on Shae, “I understand that faith isn’t so important to everyone, but prayer really can bolster our resolve and provide comfort. I look forward to it.”
Her eyes widen in surprise when Kesh rushes past everyone into the building; it seems he is more energetic than she realized. The well-lit interior of the town hall is rather welcoming compared to the chilly night outside… “Oh, I should have lit a torch for him!” Of course, he is the only one in the group without dark vision. Hehe—No. Definitely something she will keep in mind going forward. She pauses to take in a slightly longer breath, filling her mind with the image of a serene sunrise. She just gives a nod to Geren as he passes by, attempting to refocus herself on paying attention to the meeting.
“Well, there’s no use letting the cold air in.” Her smile looks awkward for a split second before she hurries into the building as well, unconsciously running a hand over her braided hair.
ooc: Charisma Save: 24
Othorion walked with the rest of the group, following Arlayna up the stairs while giving barely concealed disdainful looks to the poor state of the guards. He looked over at Garen. "Hiding something?" He whispered back, then looked back to the constable. What could she be hiding? Wasn't their whole reason being here to help the mayor against the Murder Court... and her employ under the mayor probably means she was with him on that. Lying to them didn't make much sense to him.
But then again, he wasn't exactly keen on picking up cues like that. "If you say so," he continued whispering, "I suppose we should just at least remain a little cautious..."
He stepped through the threshold of the building, out of the cold and into the warmth of the mayor's home.
ooc: Charisma save - 14
Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
Shaephina followed the group, her gaze lingering momentarily on the ragtag guards before turning her attention back to the double doors. The constable’s strict demeanor contrasted sharply with the fearful, untrained men, and it only deepened her suspicions. As Geren whispered his concerns, she gave a subtle nod in agreement, her mind already working to piece together what little she had observed.
“She’s definitely withholding something,” Shae whispered back as they ascended the steps. “Let’s remain cautious, as Othorion suggests, and perhaps we’ll learn more once we’re inside.”
As Kesh hurried ahead, she allowed herself a small smile at his eagerness. Joy’s enthusiasm about prayer had been unexpected, but it provided a welcome distraction from the darker thoughts swirling in her mind. “I look forward to joining you in the morning,” she added softly to Joy before stepping into the warmth of the building, letting the golden light wash over her as she prepared for whatever awaited them inside.
Charisma save: 24 (if that would be a charm effect, Shae would have advantage but it didn't matter this time around.)
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The first thing that strikes you all as you enter Townhall is indeed the warmth. A large hearth on either side of the large meeting hall turned audience chamber crackles with fire and contrasts Jaekin's chilly autumn air outside. Before you've even taken a chance to observe the large room's layout, each of you are struck by the realization that you may only speak the truth as you cross the threshold! Both Joy and Shae resist the effect but all are aware that you have entered a zone of truth.
The large room extends approximately 40 ft by 20 ft and two long tables resting on either side of the double doors you've walked through, their seats empty and their surfaces covered with scattered gear and weapons (none of which seem in good repair.) A tattered and worn blue rug covers the rough wooden floorboards of the room, and the ceilings are vaulted with large cedar beams arching above you. The chamber is spacious and clearly designed for your typical townhall meeting.
Directly across from you as you've entered is a large chair, not a throne per se but definitely arranged to take on the semblance of one, and a rather serious and slightly disheveled human in his late twenties or early thirties. The jet black hair is messy and ice blue eyes stare at you all from skin weathered beyond his years. Mayor Haelviird Brodenbuck wears a tattered black overcoat lined with crimson silk on the inside visible by the collar raised around his neck. A crimson scarf adorns his neck and he sits with legs crossed and picking at his nails. The man's attire appears to be an attempt at nobility with the muddy stains and wear of a commoner.
You watch as Arlayna takes her post to the right side of the mayor like a bailiff at court and speaks lowly to the mayor, "The ravens gathered again, but they've flown away." Haelviird nods and a quick look of concern crosses his face before he regards your party once more. He forces a grin but does not stand as he addresses you, his eyes assessing each of you as he speaks.
"Welcome to Jaekin. I hope our meager accommodations have suited you well since you've arrived. As I'm sure you are aware, our little town has a long-standing problem afflicting it that we are unable to remedy ourselves. Our oppression has been present my entire life and half of my father's...perhaps even longer still, and most here scarcely even know what to name our cruel overlords." You find his voice is compelling in its tone despite any reservations you may have. It is warm and inviting, the man is clearly charismatic and it's no wonder he was elected mayor by the citizens of Jaekin. You take note of the lack of staff or guard in the townhall and the mayor's presence. It seems he was in this large chamber alone before you entered. A narrow staircase stands just behind and left of the 'throne' that ends in a plain wooden door above and a large chest rests on his left hand side upon the floor.
"The Murder Court has had its run of power here, and I mean to rid my people of its shadowy tendrils. They have beguiled and enslaved the folk of Jaekin for far too long, and most have never even lain eyes upon them. One would think, even, to question their very existence but evidence of their influence is undeniable. Pox and plagues. Children, husbands, and wives all taken in the night or replaced with their vile doppelgängers. I believe the very wood and stone surrounding us have been afflicted by their curse. Even the creatures that roam in the shadows between leaf and rock have been twisted by their presence. They use all these tactics to lock our people in fear and obeyance to their tyrannical wills!" Haelviird's tone had risen in intensity as he spoke to one of brewing anger, perhaps hatred, and he slams his fist on the arm of the chair.
He lowers his gaze and composes himself once more, "You may undertake this as you see fit, but foremost you must locate from whence The Court operates. We know it is somewhere high in the Cragsmoot. Arlayna has further leads to hopefully aim you in the right direction. You will be paid handsomely - 500 gold each upon completion of the task, an item of your choosing from the remains of your predecessors, and I am sure a feast in your honor upon your success." He motions to the large chest beside the seat to his left. "You may choose the item you desire as payment up front, gods know you'll need all the help you can get. Are there any questions thus far?"
Murder Court Discord OOC | Phandelver Discord OOC
"If one may," says the Alchemist, quite dryly, "Kesh does not care for your plight, or your suffering. One seeks only the reward you offer. What you have asked for has drawn his attention, and what you offer has guaranteed his services." On one hand, Kesh has expected the loss of his faculties, in terms of deception. On the other, with honesty being his only recourse, he instead focuses on the details of his assignment and throws any hint of politeness to the eight winds.
"In the spirit of that," he continues, "you have mentioned the remains of one's predecessors, implying one's troupe is not the first to partake of this. Furthermore, the bitter elf woman at your back seemed remiss to mention certain details, as implied by her and those beside Kesh." He draws his lips back in a crude, amused snarl, a grin that exposes pearly white fangs, dappled in blue gums. "Would now be the time to request the truth, as you have demanded of Kesh and his fellow sellswords?" He has to stop himself from chuckling. He quite enjoys the opportunity to be blunt. Niceties, he feels, could occasionally take more effort than purely necessary. Sometimes, candidness is a blessing in disguise.
[Persuasion, if necessary or appropriate: non-Nat 20]
Joy blinks as she feels the Zone of Truth spell pass over her harmlessly, unsure how she should feel about the use of it in this situation. She and the others have been invited here to offer aid and all seem to be doing so in good faith--even if their reasons for doing so are varied--but at the same time she supposes the Mayor wants to confirm this for himself. Still, there are plenty of ways to get around the Spell; resisting it as she has, not giving the whole truth, or simply refusing to answer a question.
Kesh's blunt words take her aback a bit. He really...doesn't care about the people at all...? Certainly, he would have said it in a nicer way had he not been under a spell, right? It seems she can't rely on him to go out of his way to protect innocents. Still, he seems intent on helping to find the Murder Court just for the reward, which is good. But how far will he go for material gain if their lives are threatened?
"I understand your concern for your people, but is using a spell on us right away really necessary? You could simply talk to us, Hael--uh, Mr. Mayor...Oh, are you a Paladin too, by the way? What is your Oath?" His own Zone of Truth would not affect him, so she tries to pay careful attention to his reactions.
ooc: Persuasion 13 on Hael, Insight 9 on Hael, Insight 19 on Kesh
The moment he passed the threshold he felt the spell's hold take effect. His eyebrows furrowed immediately and his head snapped directly towards the mayor upon his "throne". A place such as this, with fear clearly rampant, it made sense why the mayor would set up this spell. But just because it was warranted didn't mean he had to like it. But he refrained from speaking his displeasure, and instead listened to the mayor offer them their job.
There were others who had failed before them, and the mayor was offering their items as a means of payment. Or perhaps a bribe? He couldn't be sure.
"I'm inclined to agree with my companions, here," he said at last, displeasure evident in his voice. "Although I can understand the need for..." he spread his hands to indicate the spell, "you want us to willingly walk to danger while your constable withholds information from us. One would not be faulted in thinking this whole mission was set up in bad faith. And I do so hope I'm wrong in that regard."
Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
Shaephina halted for just a moment as she crossed the threshold, feeling the familiar ripple of magic wash over her. The Zone of Truth had no hold on her, but she understood its significance and how it would affect the others. This could be both a challenge and an opportunity. As she moved forward, she let a warm smile grace her features, masking the calculating thoughts running through her mind.
"Good evening, Mayor Brodenbuck," she began, her voice smooth and respectful as she offered a small nod. "My name is Shaephina Nystoria, and I have come with the intent to assist in freeing Jaekin from the influence of the Murder Court. I understand the necessity of precaution in these trying times, and I appreciate the transparency that this spell encourages."
She paused, her eyes drifting briefly to the constable before returning to the mayor. "I do wonder, though, Mayor—does this spell affect only those who enter, or are you and your staff also subject to its influence? It's important for us to understand the rules of engagement, especially in a matter as delicate as this." (Insight 16 to see if his reply is a lie)
With her question hanging in the air, Shae turned her gaze to Arlayna, her expression sincere but probing. "Constable, you've seen firsthand the difficulties Jaekin faces. I'd be grateful for your insight on why the previous adventurers failed in their attempts. Additionally," her tone grew more inquisitive, "how did you come to possess their belongings? If they fell at the hands of the Murder Court, it seems unusual that their equipment would find its way back here. Did someone retrieve them, or is there more to their fate that we should be aware of?" (Insight 13 to see if the constable lies in her response)
She remained composed, her questions carefully framed to seem as though she was seeking only to clarify the situation. Inside, however, she was already weighing the responses she might receive, looking for any inconsistencies or hints of truth buried beneath the surface.
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I'm not sure what you're trying to persuade Hael of. And what are you trying to gain insight on Kesh for? Truthfulness? If that's the case they can answer that one.
Murder Court Discord OOC | Phandelver Discord OOC
The Persuasion for Hael was her saying he could just talk to them without the spell, and the insight on Kesh was her trying to gauge how determined he is to do the mission for the money. Sorry it was unclear!
Geren perks up when he hears the specifics of the Murder Court's actions. If what the Mayor says is true (and unless the Mayor has some way of getting around the Zone of Truth) there must be some truly valuable secrets at the center of this.
Truth is an interesting thing so when Geren says:
"Rest assured that there's nothing here I want to do more than get to the bottom of whatever it is the Murder Court is doing. We can't undo the evil they've done but hopefully we can stop them from doing further harm. Any aid you can give us in taking them down will be most appreciated."
He's telling the truth. But leaving out the part about how stopping the Murder Court is secondary to discovering their secrets for him.
"Please tell us everything you can about the Murder Court. Even if it seems meaningless it might make the difference between success or failure."
OOC: Persuasion check to get the Mayor to tell everything, including things he might have otherwise kept to himself: 14
Haelviird sighs and glances back at the constable before he slumps back down in his makeshift throne, his fingers cradling his temple as he does. “At least the Dragonborn doesn’t hem and haw. We have brought you into our confidence, not the other way around. Should I deign to seek truth from those I wish to pay it is my prerogative, wouldn’t you say? Does it really matter to you if I speak true or not? As your friend has stated, are you not primarily here for the reward after all?” He looks up to the stoic Elven woman with a look of exasperation and rests his hand upon the arm of the chair once again. “Do you think there is some dark conspiracy here? Perhaps the constable and I, elected by the good people of Jaekin, are in fact not seeking their best interests? Perhaps we seek to lead you all off to your deaths to some end…for some purpose? You do not seem to have much that we would desire. To answer your question, I have sworn no oaths other than to protect this town.” His eyes turn to Joy then Shae as he raises an eyebrow, “You two show promise at least, and I am pleased that all of you have shown your willingness to aid us regardless of your motivations. However, the rules of this engagement are set entirely by me and you will abide by them. The spell is present for my benefit, not your own, and we shall share what we can of your foe.” Haelviird flourishes his hand toward the constable and a distinct look of consternation settles upon his features as Arlayna steps forward. Shae senses only sarcasm and disdain but no lies.
The constable cocks her hip to the side and rests a hand there, “Mayor Brodenbuck poses no ill will toward you and I will share what I wish. You’re not being paid to know all of my secrets, and I doubt you’d want to burden yourselves with such anyway.” She cuts a quick glance back at the mayor and he nods for her to continue, “Those who have come before you failed. I can’t sugarcoat that fact. I tracked their progress when they’d not returned and retrieved their belongings. There were no corpses and I gather The Court had no use for such items. Most never made it any further than the forests, but one group did manage to ascend into the Cragsmoot tracking one of The Court’s members, the only one with whom we’ve had any direct contact. That one refers to itself as Darthuul but the villagers call it Dart. It is a spokesperson of sorts, delivering whatever terms, conditions and consequences from The Court to Jaekin as their dark desires request. Dart is wily and I have yet to lay my hands on the creature.” The Elf sneers at the thoughts of the dark courtier that has likely eluded her for as long as she has been at her post. You sense no lie in her words. She either speaks the truth, is compelled to do so, or is a very good liar. "Now you will answer a question of mine. Have any of you had any contact with any creatures, human, Elf or otherwise save any townsfolk, myself or the mayor here since you've arrived? Have any of you ever ventured into the Feywild?"
Remember that each of you are still under the effects of the spell unless you succeeded on the save.
Murder Court Discord OOC | Phandelver Discord OOC
Geren updates his mental evaluation of the Mayor. He'd been expecting a bleeding heart, not whatever you'd call what this man was. Still, it wasn't like it changed his purpose here, merely his strategies.
He thinks for a moment before answering the Constable's question.
"Ah. I have not had any contact in the way you describe. I just arrived today. As for having visited the Feywild I'm unsure."
Geren clarifies.
"I was looking into a cult that was supposedly founded by a Dryad. During my investigation I either briefly encountered the Dryad in the Feywild who told me there was nothing there for me or stumbled into a clearing infested with hallucinogenic fungus and hallucinated the entire thing. Other than the experience itself it was a wasted trip."
He frowns, contemplating how the Zone of Truth spell determined what he had said.
"This truth spell is fascinating..."
But Geren immediately gets back to the business at hand.
"Anyway, other than Darthuul do you have any ideas on leads we could follow?"
Shaephina listened intently as the mayor and constable spoke, her thoughts racing beneath her calm exterior. The mention of the forest and the repeated failures of previous adventurers weighed heavily on her mind. She allowed a moment of silence to linger after Geren's response, then stepped forward, her voice measured and thoughtful. "The forest you speak of, where so many before us have met their end—it sounds like more than just a place overrun by wild beasts or dark magic. The fact that none of them returned, not even with tales of what they faced, is deeply concerning. It suggests a force that is not only powerful but also strategic, leaving no trace behind. What manner of creatures or beings reside in those woods that could overpower skilled adventurers without a single one escaping or sending word?"
Shae nodded respectfully toward the constable before responding. "I understand the need for caution, and I assure you, I have had no contact with anyone outside the townsfolk, you, or the mayor since our arrival. As for the Feywild, I’ve never ventured there myself, though I’ve heard many stories." Shae paused, her gaze shifting between the mayor and the constable, her expression serious but devoid of accusation. "It strikes me that the Murder Court has created an environment where fear thrives, where even seasoned warriors fall without a trace. If we're to succeed where others have failed, we'll need every scrap of information you can provide—no matter how seemingly insignificant. As Geren has said - even the smallest detail could make the difference between our survival and our defeat."
She turned to Arlayna, her eyes narrowing slightly in contemplation. "This Darthuul must be a key figure in this. If it's the only one you've had direct contact with, then perhaps it knows more about the forest and the dangers within than anyone else. Have you noticed any patterns in its appearances or demands or who it contacts? Anything that might hint at how the Murder Court operates or what their ultimate goal is? "
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[Whether or not it's an answer he seems to know himself, the Dragonborn appears largely unperturbed at the prospect of delving into danger for the right price. Whether that's a concept he can hold to in the throes of mortal danger, time will only tell. But for the time being, his words are clearly accurate to the situation at hand. Unfortunately, that also means his apathy is genuine as well.]
[<History roll for suspicious persons since arriving: non-Nat 20>]
Kesh recalls only a few direct contacts that any have made since arriving that he knows of - the barmaid and one another. He remembers the handful of other patrons at The Olde Crow Inn, but none stand out as anything more than common and he'd had no real connection with them either.
Murder Court Discord OOC | Phandelver Discord OOC
The Dragonborn's lips curl back down into a subdued sneer. "Kesh has seen none, but that does not necessarily mean he hasn't. It is as you say. They are new, as is Kesh. If one were to speak to such creatures disguised as regular folk, or as one of those relatively unknown guards you've been unable to train proper, would one be able to tell? In fact have either of you seen this Darthuul to tell one what it looks like?" Kesh's hands spread wide in mock acquiescence as he stares down the elf. "Or has it always already been gone upon your arrival...?"