Maziara looks at his comrades and the money he’s made for the night.
“Take the room payment for my friends out of my cut for the night.” He smiles at the group. “It’s the least I can do.” He thinks back on being knocked unconscious and nearly getting his head punched off tonight. He hopes this gesture can help solidify his place in the group.
Marley sleeps in a little later than usual. Thoughts of coffee or tea fill his head as he makes his way down the stairs, but finding the guards waiting he quickly replies with a polite, "Yes, of course."
The 4 guards surround you and start to escort you out. As long as you don't resist they treat you kindly.
Once you get outside you see that there where 6 more guards posted. You all start to get the feeling that requested to see you was a polite way to say your under arrest.
Micky sees you come out and runs over. But is stopped by a guard.
Micky: Heard the Young Man was the mayor's son and he wants you hung. Don't worry the caravan master worked some deal for yall. He also left your earnings with the Mayor. Hope things go well see you in Norend. My aunt lives just two houses from the Dockside Tavern. Look me up sometime.
He runs back to the caravan which is making ready to depart.
The walk to the Mayor's manor is a short one. The large house sits just off the square on the main road leading north. It's a large 2 story building with simple decoration.
As you enter you here the whistle of the caravan departing.
The main hall Is as simple as the out side. There are 2 rooms on either side and a grand staircase that leads up to the second floor.
The guard asks you to hand over all your weapons then gestures to the first door on the right where you are lead in. Sidding at a large desk in a balding well built man in his late 60s.
He gives each of you a hard look in turn before speaking.
Mayor: Good morning my name is Mr. Richard Brown Mayor of Timber Lake. You have been brought here accused of the following.
1. 4 accounts of assault
2. 1 account of attempted murder by means other then magic
3. 1 account of Brandishing a weapon with intent to harm up to a point less then death
4. 1 accoubt of Insighting a bar room brawl.
5. 1 account of Damage of public property summing less then 1000 gp
He stops and pauses for a minute
6. Attacking my son with some magical effect or other? Not an official charge but I'm adding it.
He pauses again looking at the paper.
Your crimes are punishable by hanging or a turn of indenture set by the city council.
As he speaks, Crunch’s face grows more and more confused. After the lord finishes he turns to the others (whoever’s closest) and whispers in a not-so-whispery tone cause he’s you’re typical Barbarian except he’s a sorcerer. “What goes on? This not normal for orc.”
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"Mayor Brown! It is such a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Maziara. I must tell you I had the exceptional pleasure of performing at your local tavern last night. A fine establishment. It was an honor to perform." His tone is jolly and he gives off true appreciation for the opportunity. "My friends and I are so thankful that we had the chance to enjoy a nights stay there."
Maziara turns up the charm and tries to reason with the mayor. "As for the charges Mr. Mayor, there is certainly no denying the events that took place, but is all about perspective!" He chuckles to himself, hoping the mayor will at least crack a smile. "Yes there was a small scuffle. But what good tavern doesn't have a scuffle. Your son helped put on a great show that I'm sure the town will be talking about for months to come! Not to mention, he got the best hit in on me. An impressive left hook that boy of yours has." Maziara rubs the shiner he has blooming on his left eye. "Mr. Mayor, is there no third option here? Let the night ring out as a wonderful show turned unforgettable brawl, where your son was shined strongest among the rest!" He attempts to paint a picture of the Mayor's son winning the brawl and the city being thrilled with the entertainment. "We'll make ourselves scarce and head out with the caravan that brought us, not to be heard from again with our heads hung low as we accept the humbling defeat your son gifted us."
The Mayor had a stone face you see no humor in his eyes.
I'm aware of the events. I know my son started the fight. I was there. He's a prick and that was his last strike. I actually sent him on the caravan to enroll in the Academy. Maybe a few years in the army will clean him up.
As for you. Your show was good but the law still was broken. Death unfortunately is the option request by the council.
His face breaks into a grin. He gets up and walks around the table sitting in it.
Ok I can't do it. You know your good with words I almost let you go Scott free. But I answer to the council and they do want to make a example of you.
With the help of the caravan master we convinced the council to let me use you instead of kill you. So you know good news....
To earn your freedom you will have to complete a job for the town. A hopefully simple one.
I need you to Investigate a missing patrol. You see this area is dangerous more so over the last few years so as a service to the people I send out a patrol every month to check up on the out laying farms. The patrol was due back 3 days ago and still has not returned. I usually would send out more men but with the news if the goblins on the move I can't afford it. That's where you come in. Find out what happened and report back you earn your freedom. Fail to return I put a bounty on your head.
Oh ya the caravan master left you this.
He tosses over a bag of anything you left on the wagon and a small purse of 10 coins.
The coin is your payment for acting guard. 2 more for the one of you named Sam for acting ad driver as well.
Maziara gives a small sigh and a shrug. He turns to the team “better than death right?” He grabs his bag and payment and steps back behind the rest of the group while they decide what to do from here.
Marley keeps quiet as he listens to the Mayor and Maziara talk. It's not the first time he's been in a bit of trouble with the authorities, and in his experience humans often look upon Tabaxi with suspicion. The prospect of a bounty on his head throws out his first thought of accepting the mission but not following up. Eventually feeling resigned to the party's fate, he clears his throat and speaks up. "Where was the patrol last seen, Mr. Mayor?"
Mayor: No idea. The route covers a dozen or so houses that expand from here to the sea 30 miles east. Talk to the guards they might know something more specific, or check the tavern someone might be intown from the outlying farms. The guard house is two building down can't miss it.
Sam, looking to Marley "Agreed".
He sits back down and finishes his drink and orders a second.
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After a bit of booing everyone returns to there drinks. The bouncer who was just watching walks over.
Bouncer: break it up break it up. You put the pole away. Bring it out again and I hand you to the guard.
He walks back to his spot mutter something about it was just getting good.
Maziara gets back to performing and the rest to there drinks.
The rest of the night gets routy but not too exciting.
You all get a chance to talk about and reflect on the events of the trip so far.
As the night winds down you each head to your respective sleeping locations.
DM:
Maziara you earn 77 silver for the night and a room.
Does anyone else stay in a room.?
Level up to level 2 :-)
Marley will pay for a room for the night.
Sam will take a room as well.
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Maziara looks at his comrades and the money he’s made for the night.
“Take the room payment for my friends out of my cut for the night.” He smiles at the group. “It’s the least I can do.” He thinks back on being knocked unconscious and nearly getting his head punched off tonight. He hopes this gesture can help solidify his place in the group.
Sam says thank you to Maziara
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Marley thanks Mazaria for the room, adding "Very nice music tonight!" before heading to bed.
The rooms are simple and small but the bed is better then anything you've slept in on this trip.
DM: you all get 5 temp hp.
In the morning you all wake up at various times. And head down stairs where guards are waiting.
Guard: Your presence has been requested by the mayor
Crunchface thanks mazaria for the room and things.
After the long rest, after being greeted by the guard, he tilts his head and puts on a thoughtful expression: “Interesting.”
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Maziara wakes up feeling refreshed. He strolls down to met the rest. Upon hearing the news about the mayor Maziara looks confused.
"Well, I suppose we shouldn't keep the mayor waiting..." he says with a shrug.
Marley sleeps in a little later than usual. Thoughts of coffee or tea fill his head as he makes his way down the stairs, but finding the guards waiting he quickly replies with a polite, "Yes, of course."
The 4 guards surround you and start to escort you out. As long as you don't resist they treat you kindly.
Once you get outside you see that there where 6 more guards posted. You all start to get the feeling that requested to see you was a polite way to say your under arrest.
Micky sees you come out and runs over. But is stopped by a guard.
Micky: Heard the Young Man was the mayor's son and he wants you hung. Don't worry the caravan master worked some deal for yall. He also left your earnings with the Mayor. Hope things go well see you in Norend. My aunt lives just two houses from the Dockside Tavern. Look me up sometime.
He runs back to the caravan which is making ready to depart.
The walk to the Mayor's manor is a short one. The large house sits just off the square on the main road leading north. It's a large 2 story building with simple decoration.
As you enter you here the whistle of the caravan departing.
The main hall Is as simple as the out side. There are 2 rooms on either side and a grand staircase that leads up to the second floor.
The guard asks you to hand over all your weapons then gestures to the first door on the right where you are lead in. Sidding at a large desk in a balding well built man in his late 60s.
He gives each of you a hard look in turn before speaking.
Mayor: Good morning my name is Mr. Richard Brown Mayor of Timber Lake. You have been brought here accused of the following.
1. 4 accounts of assault
2. 1 account of attempted murder by means other then magic
3. 1 account of Brandishing a weapon with intent to harm up to a point less then death
4. 1 accoubt of Insighting a bar room brawl.
5. 1 account of Damage of public property summing less then 1000 gp
He stops and pauses for a minute
6. Attacking my son with some magical effect or other? Not an official charge but I'm adding it.
He pauses again looking at the paper.
Your crimes are punishable by hanging or a turn of indenture set by the city council.
How do you plea?
As he speaks, Crunch’s face grows more and more confused. After the lord finishes he turns to the others (whoever’s closest) and whispers in a not-so-whispery tone cause he’s you’re typical Barbarian except he’s a sorcerer. “What goes on? This not normal for orc.”
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Maziara steps forward and puts on his best smile.
"Mayor Brown! It is such a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Maziara. I must tell you I had the exceptional pleasure of performing at your local tavern last night. A fine establishment. It was an honor to perform." His tone is jolly and he gives off true appreciation for the opportunity. "My friends and I are so thankful that we had the chance to enjoy a nights stay there."
Maziara turns up the charm and tries to reason with the mayor. "As for the charges Mr. Mayor, there is certainly no denying the events that took place, but is all about perspective!" He chuckles to himself, hoping the mayor will at least crack a smile. "Yes there was a small scuffle. But what good tavern doesn't have a scuffle. Your son helped put on a great show that I'm sure the town will be talking about for months to come! Not to mention, he got the best hit in on me. An impressive left hook that boy of yours has." Maziara rubs the shiner he has blooming on his left eye. "Mr. Mayor, is there no third option here? Let the night ring out as a wonderful show turned unforgettable brawl, where your son was shined strongest among the rest!" He attempts to paint a picture of the Mayor's son winning the brawl and the city being thrilled with the entertainment. "We'll make ourselves scarce and head out with the caravan that brought us, not to be heard from again with our heads hung low as we accept the humbling defeat your son gifted us."
Persuasion: 25
The Mayor had a stone face you see no humor in his eyes.
I'm aware of the events. I know my son started the fight. I was there. He's a prick and that was his last strike. I actually sent him on the caravan to enroll in the Academy. Maybe a few years in the army will clean him up.
As for you. Your show was good but the law still was broken. Death unfortunately is the option request by the council.
His face breaks into a grin. He gets up and walks around the table sitting in it.
Ok I can't do it. You know your good with words I almost let you go Scott free. But I answer to the council and they do want to make a example of you.
With the help of the caravan master we convinced the council to let me use you instead of kill you. So you know good news....
To earn your freedom you will have to complete a job for the town. A hopefully simple one.
I need you to Investigate a missing patrol. You see this area is dangerous more so over the last few years so as a service to the people I send out a patrol every month to check up on the out laying farms. The patrol was due back 3 days ago and still has not returned. I usually would send out more men but with the news if the goblins on the move I can't afford it. That's where you come in. Find out what happened and report back you earn your freedom. Fail to return I put a bounty on your head.
Oh ya the caravan master left you this.
He tosses over a bag of anything you left on the wagon and a small purse of 10 coins.
The coin is your payment for acting guard. 2 more for the one of you named Sam for acting ad driver as well.
What questions you have?
Maziara gives a small sigh and a shrug. He turns to the team “better than death right?” He grabs his bag and payment and steps back behind the rest of the group while they decide what to do from here.
Marley keeps quiet as he listens to the Mayor and Maziara talk. It's not the first time he's been in a bit of trouble with the authorities, and in his experience humans often look upon Tabaxi with suspicion. The prospect of a bounty on his head throws out his first thought of accepting the mission but not following up. Eventually feeling resigned to the party's fate, he clears his throat and speaks up. "Where was the patrol last seen, Mr. Mayor?"
Mayor: No idea. The route covers a dozen or so houses that expand from here to the sea 30 miles east. Talk to the guards they might know something more specific, or check the tavern someone might be intown from the outlying farms. The guard house is two building down can't miss it.
“What do you all think?” Maziara asks “should we get going? The sooner we finish this job the quicker we can make for Norrend.”
Crunchface remains silent during the whole conversation and nods in answer to Mazaria.
(sorry guys, I didn’t have service all day.)
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.