((Either, I guess - unless it matters? We can jump right to where we're reporting to Greshak unless someone is determined to go on a bender once we return. Note: I am not opposed to this.))
The familiar sound of quiet chatter and the clinking of plate and glasses fills your ears as you enter the tavern. You look fairly ragged, but not as bad as it could have been. The men from the cabin enter with you, heads down, obviously attempting to look submissive so as to not attract unwanted attention.
"Yer back?" Tadeera asks quizically looking at the party. "Yer back!" She starts to pour a beer, then pauses as she notices the men. "Yer back... but..."
"Are the roads safe?" A gruff voice asks from a dimly lit corner. Greshak stands, his intimidating size becoming apparent again as he slowly walks toward the party. He carefully eyes the men the party brought into the tavern. The former bandits are a horrid looking lot. Though the bands were removed, not all of the men were fortunate enough to be healed completely. Their clothes are stained red from their own blood, and the few in short sleeves have the visible wounds and scars from ripping the bands out. Greshak's hand silently moves to the hilt of his blade. "Who are they?"
"Now, Greshak, these fine folks just got off the road," Tadeera says, pouring another beer. "They don't want to get accosted right when they...."
A quick glance from Greshak silences Tadeera immediately. "I said," Greshak continues, taking another step closer, fingers flexing around the hilt. "Who are they?"
"These men were the ones causing issues on the road. They claim to have been working for another person. they have committed to shedding their old ways and to reform and help build up this town. They nearly died while trying to prove this to us, by removing a cursed object from their arms. These men never attacked any of us, but they did have a couple more, that did attack us. They are dead now. As far as evidence goes, the men who attacked us, were the ones we found on the road, causing issues. No evidence to prove these men attacked people on the road, but i believe they took shifts terrorizing travelers."
Greshak's eyes shift from Liet and McFuddy to the short man, who shuffles his feet nervously. "Demon? Another one?" Greshak asks him, the sternness in his voice hard as steel.
"Yes... well, uh..." The short man looks up from the ground briefly to make eye contact with the large half-orc, then quickly averts his gaze again. "Sort of. Yes and no." The short man pulls up his sleeve to reveal the long jagged scar in the shape of the iron band that was previously embedded in his skin. It was no simple circlet, but more intricate, almost as if a symbol had been forged of iron then wrapped around the man's arm.
"Hmmph," Greshak mumbled. "All of you, come with me. The baron will want to hear of this..."
"Hear of what, Greshak?" The baron asked, giving the stout half-orc a start, as he walked through the doors of the tavern. "I see our friends have returned victorious, and with bolstered numbers as well! Impressive!"
"Gods, how do you always do that..." Greshak spat. "Sir... This man needs to speak with you. He claims there's a new demon."
"Not quite," The short man started. "Not really, he's a man, but he looks like a demon, because he's got..."
"What's your name?" The baron cut in.
"Julius," The short man said with a quick bow.
"A Dominion name," Greshak snarled, eyes narrowing. In the background of the tavern, the skidding of chairs being pushed back echoed in the following awkward silence.
The baron held up his hand signaling Greshak to calm. "My concern is not your past, Julius. If you did commit crimes against my people, in the war, or more recently, then we can deal with that shortly. But for now, my concern is the IMMEDIATE welfare of Caer Blaine. Tell me of this 'demon'." The baron gave a warm smile to the short man, a reassuring and pleasant one.
"Well, he's just a man like us," Julius began. "Except we found this bands in a ruin, and when he put it on he changed..." Julius pulled up his sleeve again to reveal the scar to the baron. "They gave us certain.... abilities, but took something from us in return."
The baron stepped up and turned the man's arm over and over, inspecting the wound intently. Not a moment later the previously gently touch of the baron turned into a vice as he gripped Julius' wrist. The short man's eyes went wide in terror. His gaze went down to his wrist, which now had tendrils of smoke rising from beneath the baron's fingers. Julius locked eyes with the baron, but the gentle friendly feeling was gone, replaced by eyes the color of fire itself, emanating malice. Julias screamed but could not get out of the baron's grip.
"WHERE IS HE?!" The baron screamed. As the sound left his mouth flames began to shoot from his back, forming giant wings a breath later. "WHERE IS THE DEMON? WHERE IS THE RUIN!?"
Blackey and Whitey charged at the baron in an attempt to save their friend and leader. The baron sticks out his hand without removing his gaze on Julius. Two purple and black bolts of magic spring forth, each finding their mark. The two men are each hit squarely in the chest and flung back through the air, Blackey smacking into the wall and falling to the ground in a clump, blood oozing from the back of his head. Whitey flies through the front window of the tavern with a crash.
Julius falls to his knees and begins to plead, blubbering through tears of pain and terror.
The baron floats into the air several feet, pulling Julius up by the wrist with him. The entire tavern is light up brightly from the glow of the wings protruding from his back.
"Baron, stop!" Tadeera screams from behind the bar. She points to the smoldering wood near the ceiling. "You'll burn my tavern down!"
The baron takes his free hand and places it on Julias' forehead. The man grabs his temples and begins to scream. Blood starts to seep from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.
"TELL ME WHERE!" The baron screams again, his voice cracking.
"THE NORTH! TO THE NORTH! THREE OR FOUR DAYS!" Julius screams, "BY THE BASE OF THE MOUNTAINS!" The short man continues to wail in agony, as blood pours from his head. He begins to swing his free arm violently, and connected a solid hit on the baron's chest. The baron's eyes grow even wider and he lets out a feral scream as Julius suddenly erupts into flames.
"WHEN YOU SEE HER TELL HER I SENT YOU!" The baron yells into the man's face as he is burning alive midair. The tiefling locks eyes with the man until his screaming stops, then unceremoniously drops the smoldering body to the ground. The giant wings of flame dissipate, and bright red and orange eyes darken to their normal black and brown. He floats silently and gently to the ground.
"Greshak, lock the rest of those men up." The baron orders. "I'll speak with the others and decide how we want to deal with them."
In the front of the tavern a very cut and bloody Whitey is cradling his brother, who is limp in his arms and surrounded by a puddle of blood. The man silently sobs, even as Greshak lifts him to his feet and ties his arms. Soon all the men are bound.
"You two," The baron points to a couple of the patrons. "Take this body to the temple, now." The two amble forward, and try to pick up the body, but stop and let out a yelp as they singe their hands. They put on gloves, and remove the smoking corpse from the tavern.
"And you lot," The baron turns to the party. "I, and the entire city of Caer Blaine are indebted to you. But I have another favor to ask. You're a smart bunch, I'm sure you can see where this is going... If you accept, we can speak of your reward."
"I still owe them half for the last one," Greshak calls out, pushing a man through the threshold of the door. The baron throws down a pouch on a table in front of the party. (it contains 500 gold).
"That should be more than enough for your last errand, as well as the next one," The baron says. "What do you say?
((Though we were promised different amounts I don't think it matters... 500g / 5 = 100 g each if everyone is ok?))
Liet, shocked at the display of both power, and cruelty or ruthlessness, quietly steps forward, looking up at the baron saying "Um.. Mr. Baron sir... Is this Demon at all connected with the one the Devils took care of not long back? If so, though I'll not refuse any reward, I'd already like to join to help. Though they don't know it, the Devil's freed me from the caves, and I'd like to do all I can to help now that I'm able." Taking a slight pause he'll add "Though... first... Can you tell us anything of this new devil? And... lets start with something simple... is it a 'he' or a 'she'?"
The dwarf blows a low whistle. "Well that was a thing that just happened." Clearing his throat, Ruhkis speaks up. "Baron, the coin is generous and we'll gladly take it, thank you. I believe that is compensation enough for our time and talents. Though while we're out and about saving the town our forges run cold and your contracts go to our competition. That's a concern for me." Ruhkis nods at Nalla, deferring to her should she choose to speak for herself.
"Additionally, we're going to need a wagon of supplies so as to look like merchants rather than the sellswords that we are. Throw in some extra weapons and we'll be on our way at first light. We'll get to the bottom of what's going on up there and find this man what thinks he's a demon, you can bet on it."
((Recommending a wagon full enough to look like bait and some merchant-type clothes over the top of our armor to further add to the subterfuge. Also wanting to stock up on odds and ends, at the Baron's expense - a few crossbows and plenty of bolts, a couple of climbing kits, lots or rope, caltrops, bear traps, manacles, and anything else we get the baron to foot the bill for before we leave.))
Nalla's heart flutters in her chest at the sight. She stares intently at the man burning alive with an odd, slight smile barely showing in the corner of her lips. The smile quickly disappears after the ordeal is done.
..."Though while we're out and about saving the town our forges run cold and your contracts go to our competition. That's a concern for me." Ruhkis nods at Nalla, deferring to her should she choose to speak for herself.
"Additionally, we're going to need a wagon of supplies so as to look like merchants rather than the sellswords that we are. Throw in some extra weapons and we'll be on our way at first light. We'll get to the bottom of what's going on up there and find this man what thinks he's a demon, you can bet on it."...
Nalla returns the nod and speaks quietly. "Perhaps certain weapons and materials could be purchased from our forges to help cover costs of us being gone. My master might even be open to giving some deals."
((Though we were promised different amounts I don't think it matters... 500g / 5 = 100 g each if everyone is ok?))
Liet, shocked at the display of both power, and cruelty or ruthlessness, quietly steps forward, looking up at the baron saying "Um.. Mr. Baron sir... Is this Demon at all connected with the one the Devils took care of not long back? If so, though I'll not refuse any reward, I'd already like to join to help. Though they don't know it, the Devil's freed me from the caves, and I'd like to do all I can to help now that I'm able." Taking a slight pause he'll add "Though... first... Can you tell us anything of this new devil? And... lets start with something simple... is it a 'he' or a 'she'?"
The baron runs a dark red hand through his jet black hair, then walks over to the bar and sits. "Sorry about the mess Dee... I'll make it up to you. Give me a bottle of your finest Sirilian, please." The Gnome bartender nods, then brings the bottle over and uncorks it then pours. "It's complicated," The baron says to Liet. "But first, let me say that I'm glad we helped you get out of the mines. Varrav Gazzan was a horrid place and I'm glad we toppled that damn thing." The baron snickers, eyes going distant. "That was quite a sight, wasn't it? I imagine they'll be talking about that for QUITE some time, 'the moon under the mountain'." He turns back to Liet. "But yeah, so we cleared the adamant mine here in town from the demon... no easy feat. And from what I've gathered so far, some nutjob has taken up the mantle to try and scare folk. Well its worked. This new demon sounds like nothing more than a man with a few tricks up his sleeve. Still, we need him dealt with."
The baron downs his glass and stands up, eyes down wringing his hands. "This man, or demon, or whatever he's claiming to be doesn't bother me much. It's who he's serving that concerns me, whether he even knows he's serving her or not." The baron looks up at the party. "Sorry to be so vague on this matter, but honestly, for the moment it's better to NOT know some things. The less you know the better I would imagine."
"You mean," Greshak started. "You're talking about...? Uldi save us... Here, of all places?"
"It seems so," The baron replies. "I need to speak with the others to figure out what to do. I thought we stamped this out last year at Warton." The baron sighs deeply. "At any rate, Greshak, take care of our friends here and see they get what they need for the road ahead. I doubt it will be easy. And don't worry about the forges Ruhkis, we've enough coin to handle anything to include bringing in some hired help from Luthaan if need be. But I'll make sure YOUR forge is still warm on your return."
The baron pulls out some parchment from his cloak, as well as a very large quill of red and orange, small sparks seem to flicker off the tips of the feather and the instrument has a faint warm glow. He scribbles something down on the parchment on top the bar then hands it to Theos. "This is her symbol. It is the same as the scar on that man that you brought here. If you see it anywhere else, remember it and report it." The baron stands to leave, and places a hand on Liet's shoulder as he passes.
"Do NOT act brash," The baron's face betrays an expression of worry. "There are things at work here far beyond the abilities and even comprehension of all of us. Be careful, be cautious, and don't bite off more than you can chew. I need to go speak with the others to discern what we should do next. Az-Ael guide you." The baron looks each party member in the eye then briskly walks out the door.
"Well..." Liet says, looking to the group "I feel I need to help with this new demon, but I certainly can't do it alone. Will the rest of you join in this task?"
At some point in the next day, Liet will go to buy a studded leather armor, take it just out of town into the forest, and under some trees find some dark wet, mushroomy dirt/soil. He'll then rub the soil all in the armor, almost like you would oil a baseball glove. In an effort to 'break it in' as well as help to camouflage it in smells and colors he's used to.
He'll also collect a small pouch full of mushroom spores. ((As an underdark druid he's not so much into flowers, but mushrooms he understands))
Ruhkis
"Let's report what we know to the baron and collect our coin. I've got the feel for the road again and I'll volunteer to keep going as well!"
Liet, quietly nods, seeing the use of traveling in a group, adding "we can do much more together then alone"
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((it's late evening in CB, what do you do? Go to the tavern? Try to find Greshak?))
((Either, I guess - unless it matters? We can jump right to where we're reporting to Greshak unless someone is determined to go on a bender once we return. Note: I am not opposed to this.))
Liet would want to head back. This was his first official mission, and he would like to see it completed. The bender after if you'd like :P
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McFuddy
I was hired to go, find, and report.
I have gone, I have found..... time to report.
((copy all, I'll fast forward to Greshak tomorrow.))
The familiar sound of quiet chatter and the clinking of plate and glasses fills your ears as you enter the tavern. You look fairly ragged, but not as bad as it could have been. The men from the cabin enter with you, heads down, obviously attempting to look submissive so as to not attract unwanted attention.
"Yer back?" Tadeera asks quizically looking at the party. "Yer back!" She starts to pour a beer, then pauses as she notices the men. "Yer back... but..."
"Are the roads safe?" A gruff voice asks from a dimly lit corner. Greshak stands, his intimidating size becoming apparent again as he slowly walks toward the party. He carefully eyes the men the party brought into the tavern. The former bandits are a horrid looking lot. Though the bands were removed, not all of the men were fortunate enough to be healed completely. Their clothes are stained red from their own blood, and the few in short sleeves have the visible wounds and scars from ripping the bands out. Greshak's hand silently moves to the hilt of his blade. "Who are they?"
"Now, Greshak, these fine folks just got off the road," Tadeera says, pouring another beer. "They don't want to get accosted right when they...."
A quick glance from Greshak silences Tadeera immediately. "I said," Greshak continues, taking another step closer, fingers flexing around the hilt. "Who are they?"
The tavern goes silent. What do you do?
McFuddy
"These men were the ones causing issues on the road. They claim to have been working for another person. they have committed to shedding their old ways and to reform and help build up this town. They nearly died while trying to prove this to us, by removing a cursed object from their arms. These men never attacked any of us, but they did have a couple more, that did attack us. They are dead now. As far as evidence goes, the men who attacked us, were the ones we found on the road, causing issues. No evidence to prove these men attacked people on the road, but i believe they took shifts terrorizing travelers."
((Good summary Mc~~ ))
Liet will be standing quietly in the back observing.
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Greshak furrows his brow, hand unmoving from his hilt. "Cursed? Explain."
Usul will pop out and say "I heard something about a demon in a cave... but not like the demon... Maybe just a nickname. I dunno."
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McFuddy
"I dont know more than that. This is what they told us. maybe you should ask them.... unless Theos has thoughts on the matter."
Greshak's eyes shift from Liet and McFuddy to the short man, who shuffles his feet nervously. "Demon? Another one?" Greshak asks him, the sternness in his voice hard as steel.
"Yes... well, uh..." The short man looks up from the ground briefly to make eye contact with the large half-orc, then quickly averts his gaze again. "Sort of. Yes and no." The short man pulls up his sleeve to reveal the long jagged scar in the shape of the iron band that was previously embedded in his skin. It was no simple circlet, but more intricate, almost as if a symbol had been forged of iron then wrapped around the man's arm.
"Hmmph," Greshak mumbled. "All of you, come with me. The baron will want to hear of this..."
"Hear of what, Greshak?" The baron asked, giving the stout half-orc a start, as he walked through the doors of the tavern. "I see our friends have returned victorious, and with bolstered numbers as well! Impressive!"
"Gods, how do you always do that..." Greshak spat. "Sir... This man needs to speak with you. He claims there's a new demon."
"Not quite," The short man started. "Not really, he's a man, but he looks like a demon, because he's got..."
"What's your name?" The baron cut in.
"Julius," The short man said with a quick bow.
"A Dominion name," Greshak snarled, eyes narrowing. In the background of the tavern, the skidding of chairs being pushed back echoed in the following awkward silence.
The baron held up his hand signaling Greshak to calm. "My concern is not your past, Julius. If you did commit crimes against my people, in the war, or more recently, then we can deal with that shortly. But for now, my concern is the IMMEDIATE welfare of Caer Blaine. Tell me of this 'demon'." The baron gave a warm smile to the short man, a reassuring and pleasant one.
"Well, he's just a man like us," Julius began. "Except we found this bands in a ruin, and when he put it on he changed..." Julius pulled up his sleeve again to reveal the scar to the baron. "They gave us certain.... abilities, but took something from us in return."
The baron stepped up and turned the man's arm over and over, inspecting the wound intently. Not a moment later the previously gently touch of the baron turned into a vice as he gripped Julius' wrist. The short man's eyes went wide in terror. His gaze went down to his wrist, which now had tendrils of smoke rising from beneath the baron's fingers. Julius locked eyes with the baron, but the gentle friendly feeling was gone, replaced by eyes the color of fire itself, emanating malice. Julias screamed but could not get out of the baron's grip.
"WHERE IS HE?!" The baron screamed. As the sound left his mouth flames began to shoot from his back, forming giant wings a breath later. "WHERE IS THE DEMON? WHERE IS THE RUIN!?"
Blackey and Whitey charged at the baron in an attempt to save their friend and leader. The baron sticks out his hand without removing his gaze on Julius. Two purple and black bolts of magic spring forth, each finding their mark. The two men are each hit squarely in the chest and flung back through the air, Blackey smacking into the wall and falling to the ground in a clump, blood oozing from the back of his head. Whitey flies through the front window of the tavern with a crash.
Julius falls to his knees and begins to plead, blubbering through tears of pain and terror.
The baron floats into the air several feet, pulling Julius up by the wrist with him. The entire tavern is light up brightly from the glow of the wings protruding from his back.
"Baron, stop!" Tadeera screams from behind the bar. She points to the smoldering wood near the ceiling. "You'll burn my tavern down!"
The baron takes his free hand and places it on Julias' forehead. The man grabs his temples and begins to scream. Blood starts to seep from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.
"TELL ME WHERE!" The baron screams again, his voice cracking.
"THE NORTH! TO THE NORTH! THREE OR FOUR DAYS!" Julius screams, "BY THE BASE OF THE MOUNTAINS!" The short man continues to wail in agony, as blood pours from his head. He begins to swing his free arm violently, and connected a solid hit on the baron's chest. The baron's eyes grow even wider and he lets out a feral scream as Julius suddenly erupts into flames.
"WHEN YOU SEE HER TELL HER I SENT YOU!" The baron yells into the man's face as he is burning alive midair. The tiefling locks eyes with the man until his screaming stops, then unceremoniously drops the smoldering body to the ground. The giant wings of flame dissipate, and bright red and orange eyes darken to their normal black and brown. He floats silently and gently to the ground.
"Greshak, lock the rest of those men up." The baron orders. "I'll speak with the others and decide how we want to deal with them."
In the front of the tavern a very cut and bloody Whitey is cradling his brother, who is limp in his arms and surrounded by a puddle of blood. The man silently sobs, even as Greshak lifts him to his feet and ties his arms. Soon all the men are bound.
"You two," The baron points to a couple of the patrons. "Take this body to the temple, now." The two amble forward, and try to pick up the body, but stop and let out a yelp as they singe their hands. They put on gloves, and remove the smoking corpse from the tavern.
"And you lot," The baron turns to the party. "I, and the entire city of Caer Blaine are indebted to you. But I have another favor to ask. You're a smart bunch, I'm sure you can see where this is going... If you accept, we can speak of your reward."
"I still owe them half for the last one," Greshak calls out, pushing a man through the threshold of the door. The baron throws down a pouch on a table in front of the party. (it contains 500 gold).
"That should be more than enough for your last errand, as well as the next one," The baron says. "What do you say?
((Though we were promised different amounts I don't think it matters... 500g / 5 = 100 g each if everyone is ok?))
Liet, shocked at the display of both power, and cruelty or ruthlessness, quietly steps forward, looking up at the baron saying "Um.. Mr. Baron sir... Is this Demon at all connected with the one the Devils took care of not long back? If so, though I'll not refuse any reward, I'd already like to join to help. Though they don't know it, the Devil's freed me from the caves, and I'd like to do all I can to help now that I'm able." Taking a slight pause he'll add "Though... first... Can you tell us anything of this new devil? And... lets start with something simple... is it a 'he' or a 'she'?"
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Ruhkis
The dwarf blows a low whistle. "Well that was a thing that just happened." Clearing his throat, Ruhkis speaks up. "Baron, the coin is generous and we'll gladly take it, thank you. I believe that is compensation enough for our time and talents. Though while we're out and about saving the town our forges run cold and your contracts go to our competition. That's a concern for me." Ruhkis nods at Nalla, deferring to her should she choose to speak for herself.
"Additionally, we're going to need a wagon of supplies so as to look like merchants rather than the sellswords that we are. Throw in some extra weapons and we'll be on our way at first light. We'll get to the bottom of what's going on up there and find this man what thinks he's a demon, you can bet on it."
((Recommending a wagon full enough to look like bait and some merchant-type clothes over the top of our armor to further add to the subterfuge. Also wanting to stock up on odds and ends, at the Baron's expense - a few crossbows and plenty of bolts, a couple of climbing kits, lots or rope, caltrops, bear traps, manacles, and anything else we get the baron to foot the bill for before we leave.))
NALLA
Nalla's heart flutters in her chest at the sight. She stares intently at the man burning alive with an odd, slight smile barely showing in the corner of her lips. The smile quickly disappears after the ordeal is done.
Nalla returns the nod and speaks quietly. "Perhaps certain weapons and materials could be purchased from our forges to help cover costs of us being gone. My master might even be open to giving some deals."
((Liet could use some studded leather armor.. potions are always good too~))
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The baron runs a dark red hand through his jet black hair, then walks over to the bar and sits. "Sorry about the mess Dee... I'll make it up to you. Give me a bottle of your finest Sirilian, please." The Gnome bartender nods, then brings the bottle over and uncorks it then pours. "It's complicated," The baron says to Liet. "But first, let me say that I'm glad we helped you get out of the mines. Varrav Gazzan was a horrid place and I'm glad we toppled that damn thing." The baron snickers, eyes going distant. "That was quite a sight, wasn't it? I imagine they'll be talking about that for QUITE some time, 'the moon under the mountain'." He turns back to Liet. "But yeah, so we cleared the adamant mine here in town from the demon... no easy feat. And from what I've gathered so far, some nutjob has taken up the mantle to try and scare folk. Well its worked. This new demon sounds like nothing more than a man with a few tricks up his sleeve. Still, we need him dealt with."
The baron downs his glass and stands up, eyes down wringing his hands. "This man, or demon, or whatever he's claiming to be doesn't bother me much. It's who he's serving that concerns me, whether he even knows he's serving her or not." The baron looks up at the party. "Sorry to be so vague on this matter, but honestly, for the moment it's better to NOT know some things. The less you know the better I would imagine."
"You mean," Greshak started. "You're talking about...? Uldi save us... Here, of all places?"
"It seems so," The baron replies. "I need to speak with the others to figure out what to do. I thought we stamped this out last year at Warton." The baron sighs deeply. "At any rate, Greshak, take care of our friends here and see they get what they need for the road ahead. I doubt it will be easy. And don't worry about the forges Ruhkis, we've enough coin to handle anything to include bringing in some hired help from Luthaan if need be. But I'll make sure YOUR forge is still warm on your return."
The baron pulls out some parchment from his cloak, as well as a very large quill of red and orange, small sparks seem to flicker off the tips of the feather and the instrument has a faint warm glow. He scribbles something down on the parchment on top the bar then hands it to Theos. "This is her symbol. It is the same as the scar on that man that you brought here. If you see it anywhere else, remember it and report it." The baron stands to leave, and places a hand on Liet's shoulder as he passes.
"Do NOT act brash," The baron's face betrays an expression of worry. "There are things at work here far beyond the abilities and even comprehension of all of us. Be careful, be cautious, and don't bite off more than you can chew. I need to go speak with the others to discern what we should do next. Az-Ael guide you." The baron looks each party member in the eye then briskly walks out the door.
"Well..." Liet says, looking to the group "I feel I need to help with this new demon, but I certainly can't do it alone. Will the rest of you join in this task?"
At some point in the next day, Liet will go to buy a studded leather armor, take it just out of town into the forest, and under some trees find some dark wet, mushroomy dirt/soil. He'll then rub the soil all in the armor, almost like you would oil a baseball glove. In an effort to 'break it in' as well as help to camouflage it in smells and colors he's used to.
He'll also collect a small pouch full of mushroom spores. ((As an underdark druid he's not so much into flowers, but mushrooms he understands))
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