Henry who is probably sulking behind kongu looks up from the ground and speaks "I've lost all my pork for the festival pie that i was going to make so ill 100% help you." henry is a blue tiefling with short pointed horns wearing a woolly jumper and a pair of jeans.
As Belly exits the “Swine and Crust” pie shop he sees several other fellow culinary experts gathering, their murmurs almost audible above the others on the street.
Joining them, Pot in tow he hears they also seem to be having problem… their pork has also disappeared.
Strolling down the winding lane, you catch sight of the Wetwork’s tallest spire, stabbing out of the serene pastoral countryside, white and jagged. A dark cloud of birds flying in circles blacks out the sky above the slaughterhouse, filling the afternoon air with a discordant clamor.
They say the squealing pigs and crunching machinery of the Wetworks are the only scarecrows the farms of Salted Pork needs. But today, the fields of honey wheat and spiced potatoes are littered with hundreds of salt-licorice crows eating their fill.
As you crest over the top of Honeyhock Hill, you catch sight of the angular bleach-white sandstone factory, a striking blemish on the fields of green and gold. The front entrance to the factory is shaped like a large shield backed by a halo of piercing stone spires, very dramatic and wholly unnecessary.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
At 12:30 PM on a busy Sunday afternoon, every scrap of pork, sausage, and pig hide disappears from the town of Salted Pork. The town’s herd of pigs, numbering in the thousands, vanishes right from under the noses of the ever-attentive swineherds of the Red Velvet Abbey. If that wasn’t enough to deal with the week before Salt Fest, an immolated corpse is discovered splayed on the killing floor of the local slaughterhouse, the Alexandre Wetworks.
The strange event, which villagers quickly start referring to as “The Porkening,” occurs without the usual fanfare of sparks and crackles that might accompany a spell of this scale. All over town, half-eaten sausages and pig leather gloves simply disappear, leaving behind the faint smell of spiced apple: a telltale sign of the obscure and forbidden form of magic that uses living fat and muscle to power immense, reality-bending spells.
{Shevno quickly stood up when this happened, well he was forced due to the sofa being made from pig leather. After that he quickly picked up all of his utensils, ingredients and Gatokotsu. Then dashed outside}
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Rosemary looks at all the help that has appeared with an excited grin. "Spicy! We'll have these pork loins trotting back to the smoker in three shakes of a salt! Off to Alexandres' we go.""
Strolling down the winding lane, you catch sight of the Wetwork’s tallest spire, stabbing out of the serene pastoral countryside, white and jagged. A dark cloud of birds flying in circles blacks out the sky above the slaughterhouse, filling the afternoon air with a discordant clamor.
They say the squealing pigs and crunching machinery of the Wetworks are the only scarecrows the farms of Salted Pork needs. But today, the fields of honey wheat and spiced potatoes are littered with hundreds of salt-licorice crows eating their fill.
As you crest over the top of Honeyhock Hill, you catch sight of the angular bleach-white sandstone factory, a striking blemish on the fields of green and gold. The front entrance to the factory is shaped like a large shield backed by a halo of piercing stone spires, very dramatic and wholly unnecessary.
As the group comes over the hill, Rosemary looks ahead first at the main entrance and then along the building to either side. Those closest to her can hear her murmuring passages from the Field Grillers' Tactical Manual as she assesses the situation, looking for any signs of danger (dead guards, absence of usual personnel, suspicious shadows, that sort of thing). Any questions to her only receive, "Slow and steady grills the loin .. " in reply before she turns back to her peering. The spaces and shadows between the spires receive particular attention.
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Perception 19
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Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Pork Pie walks up to the group for the first time once they reach as destination, briefly rolling her eyes at the unnecessary design of the entrance.
She walks up to the spice vendor she sees peering around and tries to ask her "What's going on, Chef? Does someone here have answers?"
When she receives the comment about slowly and steadily grilling the loin she almost loses it, and instead tries to brush past the paladin, muttering, "Excuse me, I don't have time for this..."
Pork Pie walks up to the group for the first time once they reach as destination, briefly rolling her eyes at the unnecessary design of the entrance.
She walks up to the spice vendor she sees peering around and tries to ask her "What's going on, Chef? Does someone here have answers?"
When she receives the comment about slowly and steadily grilling the loin she almost loses it, and instead tries to brush past the paladin, muttering, "Excuse me, I don't have time for this..."
"I might not have answers right now, but it sounds like a couple people back there think they do. They just both think their answers are right, and they're not too happy about admitting the other one's might be. Might be a good idea to find out if either one of them's correct."., Rosemary replies, seeming completely oblivious that she'd answered anything else "Good to find out as much as we can, anyway. I'd suggest approaching slowly so we can hear whatever they might say before they become aware of us." She begins moving carefully towards the sound of arguing voices by whatever path will keep approaching figures hidden from the gaze of the arguers as long as possible,
As you peek behind the edge of the building, you see two figures: A stout man with a neatly manicured beard, beet red in the face from shouting, and a tall and aloof-looking member of the Bulwark with pale-pink skin dappled with freckles and frizzy red hair hanging around their face.
"What do you mean there's nothing you can do?! What are we paying all that money for?!" the stout man shouts.
"The Bulwark guards, my dude. We arrest burglars and throw drunks in jail. We don't solve eldritch murder mysteries." the tall Bulwark guard replies.
"This is a disgrace! He's one of yours! At least come get the remains!"
"This is business as usual, my guy. Call us if there’s a barbarian horde at the gates or, like, a suspicious dude looking in your windows or something."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Without a second thought, Rosemary strides up to the stout man. "The Order of the BBQ always stands ready to aid those seared by the burn of misfortune, and to avenge those fallen to evil! And as an accepted aspirant to their ranks I can do no less. These brave comrades and I would be honored to help investigate this crime that fills the mouths of all Salt Porkians with burnt and bitter off tastes so close to the Fest."
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Persuasion 22
(OOC: I can't remember if being trained in the skill gives advantage or not, so I set the dice roller up without it)
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Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Without a second thought, Rosemary strides up to the stout man. "The Order of the BBQ always stands ready to aid those seared by the burn of misfortune, and to avenge those fallen to evil! And as an accepted aspirant to their ranks I can do no less. These brave comrades and I would be honored to help investigate this crime that fills the mouths of all Salt Porkians with burnt and bitter off tastes so close to the Fest."
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Persuasion 22
(OOC: I can't remember if being trained in the skill gives advantage or not, so I set the dice roller up without it)
*It doesn't. You did good.*
The man looks startled at first, then shakes Rose's hand profusely. "Thank you so much! I'm Chase Alexandre, current CEO of Alexandre Wetworks. There has been a horrible murder, and if the people of the town find out, they'll panic! It's bad enough that all the pigs are gone, but now this?! I'll tell you whatever you need to know, just please keep it hush-hush!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Belly huffs and puffs, finally catching up with the others who had seemed to run off. His heavy frame was not suited for this type of activity, he was a Chef after all !
Arriving just as as each participant finished speaking in the conversation, he always seemed one step behind. Lucky his hearing was good, even if his rotund form impeded his progress.
As he had run he thought it best to change into more appropriate clothing he willed forth his Travelling Clothes, his white Chefs Outfit disappearing for now. Wouldn’t want to get the pristine white dirty !
Finally arriving Belly says; “Show… huff.. us… puff.. the… huff… site of the … murder.. And tell us ALL about it.”
Finally out of breath, he turns.. There was Pot, right behind… on the lookout for danger as usual.
Kongu pushes past th CEO and would like to run and shoulder check the door.
(strength athletics im guessing: 24)
The metal hatch opens easily, and you find yourself dumped onto the killing floor... specifically in the meat processing area. Fortunately, none of the equipment is on, so you're fine.
The killing floor does not reflect the sparkling exterior of the Alexandre Wetworks. The stained concrete floor is fitted with hoses and drains to wash away the daily deluge of blood.
Hooks hang from chains on a rolling rail that runs the full perimeter of the room. The center of the killing floor is dominated by a grisly machine with large spiked rollers, through which pigs enter... And pork comes out.
Make a perception check.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Belly huffs and puffs, finally catching up with the others who had seemed to run off. His heavy frame was not suited for this type of activity, he was a Chef after all !
Arriving just as as each participant finished speaking in the conversation, he always seemed one step behind. Lucky his hearing was good, even if his rotund form impeded his progress.
As he had run he thought it best to change into more appropriate clothing he willed forth his Travelling Clothes, his white Chefs Outfit disappearing for now. Wouldn’t want to get the pristine white dirty !
Finally arriving Belly says; “Show… huff.. us… puff.. the… huff… site of the … murder.. And tell us ALL about it.”
Finally out of breath, he turns.. There was Pot, right behind… on the lookout for danger as usual.
The CEO clears his throat and offers a key to the front door of the building. "Well, where to start? The victim was Hemp Dillydally, a low-level member of the Bulwark. He was my son-in-law, and I gave him a fairly well-paying job guarding the wetworks. I never really liked him, but I never wanted him to be burned up like a slice of bacon! Now there's nothing left but bones! And if people realize that it happened at the same time as the Porkening, they might freak out! If you could get to the bottom of this, I will be in your debt."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Henry who is probably sulking behind kongu looks up from the ground and speaks "I've lost all my pork for the festival pie that i was going to make so ill 100% help you." henry is a blue tiefling with short pointed horns wearing a woolly jumper and a pair of jeans.
Strolling down the winding lane, you catch sight of the Wetwork’s tallest spire, stabbing out of the serene pastoral countryside, white and jagged. A dark cloud of birds flying in circles blacks out the sky above the slaughterhouse, filling the afternoon air with a discordant clamor.
They say the squealing pigs and crunching machinery of the Wetworks are the only scarecrows the farms of Salted Pork needs. But today, the fields of honey wheat and spiced potatoes are littered with hundreds of salt-licorice crows eating their fill.
As you crest over the top of Honeyhock Hill, you catch sight of the angular bleach-white sandstone factory, a striking blemish on the fields of green and gold. The front entrance to the factory is shaped like a large shield backed by a halo of piercing stone spires, very dramatic and wholly unnecessary.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
{Shevno quickly stood up when this happened, well he was forced due to the sofa being made from pig leather. After that he quickly picked up all of his utensils, ingredients and Gatokotsu. Then dashed outside}
Discord PBP's should have there own sections
[[Wait, should I know anybody in this future party?]]
Discord PBP's should have there own sections
if you walk over to kongu, he gives you his business card. and tells you his name.
*Not necessarily.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Rosemary looks at all the help that has appeared with an excited grin. "Spicy! We'll have these pork loins trotting back to the smoker in three shakes of a salt! Off to Alexandres' we go.""
As the group comes over the hill, Rosemary looks ahead first at the main entrance and then along the building to either side. Those closest to her can hear her murmuring passages from the Field Grillers' Tactical Manual as she assesses the situation, looking for any signs of danger (dead guards, absence of usual personnel, suspicious shadows, that sort of thing). Any questions to her only receive, "Slow and steady grills the loin .. " in reply before she turns back to her peering. The spaces and shadows between the spires receive particular attention.
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Perception 19
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Rosemary can hear arguing voices from around the back of the building.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Pork Pie walks up to the group for the first time once they reach as destination, briefly rolling her eyes at the unnecessary design of the entrance.
She walks up to the spice vendor she sees peering around and tries to ask her "What's going on, Chef? Does someone here have answers?"
When she receives the comment about slowly and steadily grilling the loin she almost loses it, and instead tries to brush past the paladin, muttering, "Excuse me, I don't have time for this..."
"I might not have answers right now, but it sounds like a couple people back there think they do. They just both think their answers are right, and they're not too happy about admitting the other one's might be. Might be a good idea to find out if either one of them's correct."., Rosemary replies, seeming completely oblivious that she'd answered anything else "Good to find out as much as we can, anyway. I'd suggest approaching slowly so we can hear whatever they might say before they become aware of us." She begins moving carefully towards the sound of arguing voices by whatever path will keep approaching figures hidden from the gaze of the arguers as long as possible,
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
As you peek behind the edge of the building, you see two figures: A stout man with a neatly manicured beard, beet red in the face from shouting, and a tall and aloof-looking member of the Bulwark with pale-pink skin dappled with freckles and frizzy red hair hanging around their face.
"What do you mean there's nothing you can do?! What are we paying all that money for?!" the stout man shouts.
"The Bulwark guards, my dude. We arrest burglars and throw drunks in jail. We don't solve eldritch murder mysteries." the tall Bulwark guard replies.
"This is a disgrace! He's one of yours! At least come get the remains!"
"This is business as usual, my guy. Call us if there’s a barbarian horde at the gates or, like, a suspicious dude looking in your windows or something."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Without a second thought, Rosemary strides up to the stout man. "The Order of the BBQ always stands ready to aid those seared by the burn of misfortune, and to avenge those fallen to evil! And as an accepted aspirant to their ranks I can do no less. These brave comrades and I would be honored to help investigate this crime that fills the mouths of all Salt Porkians with burnt and bitter off tastes so close to the Fest."
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Persuasion 22
(OOC: I can't remember if being trained in the skill gives advantage or not, so I set the dice roller up without it)
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
*It doesn't. You did good.*
The man looks startled at first, then shakes Rose's hand profusely. "Thank you so much! I'm Chase Alexandre, current CEO of Alexandre Wetworks. There has been a horrible murder, and if the people of the town find out, they'll panic! It's bad enough that all the pigs are gone, but now this?! I'll tell you whatever you need to know, just please keep it hush-hush!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Kongu pushes past th CEO and would like to run and shoulder check the door.
(strength athletics im guessing: 14)
The metal hatch opens easily, and you find yourself dumped onto the killing floor... specifically in the meat processing area. Fortunately, none of the equipment is on, so you're fine.
The killing floor does not reflect the sparkling exterior of the Alexandre Wetworks. The stained concrete floor is fitted with hoses and drains to wash away the daily deluge of blood.
Hooks hang from chains on a rolling rail that runs the full perimeter of the room. The center of the killing floor is dominated by a grisly machine with large spiked rollers, through which pigs enter... And pork comes out.
Make a perception check.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The CEO clears his throat and offers a key to the front door of the building. "Well, where to start? The victim was Hemp Dillydally, a low-level member of the Bulwark. He was my son-in-law, and I gave him a fairly well-paying job guarding the wetworks. I never really liked him, but I never wanted him to be burned up like a slice of bacon! Now there's nothing left but bones! And if people realize that it happened at the same time as the Porkening, they might freak out! If you could get to the bottom of this, I will be in your debt."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Is the guard the CEO was talking to still there? Do we know where the guard went, if they've left?*
*They're still there, but they aren't doing anything and don't seem to intend to.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.