Sure enough, not 24 hours passed before word leaked out that the Trollskull Manor gang struck it rich.  Astrid, ever the intrepid investigator, was hot on the trail of many potential leads, trying to find out who spilled the beans.  Later that first night back at the manor, when Astrid was sound asleep in her hammock in the tower, Nim happened to be walking by when he heard mumbling coming from Astrid's room.  Curious as to why the little squirrel would be awake at such a late hour, he poked his robotic head into her room.  Astrid was all alone, mumbling to herself in her deep sleep.  "I'm soooo sorry, guys, I didn't mean to tell my hair dresser that we all were suddenly rich...."

The next morning, Astrid fessed up to the crew at the breakfast table.  Shortly thereafter, that's when the knocks started appearing at the front door.

Initially, it was beggars, who were quickly shooed away by Nim.  Shortly thereafter, the faction leaders start showing up, along with the pub guild leaders, all asking for donations.  FC, hoping to make amends to the crew, offered to pay off all the donation callers with money from his cut of the loot.  Azrael happily accepted FC's offer, knowing fair well that FC also made a substantial donation to his temple.

Very nice so far, you guys! 

 Pheral uses her part of her share of the gold to finish converting the designated area of the manor into a tavern. She spends a lot to keep it a someone upper style establishment. No seedy dive bar, It s a proper tavern. Lif  spends much of the day cooking for patrons while Nim works s the handyman and craftsman and decided to make a signature Ale for the Tavern called The Pabts Blue Robot. Zeli spends time at the Tavern when she isn't making sweet sweet dragon love to Leon.

Speaking of sweet sweet dragon love. Pheral decided to stay in port and run the Tavern. She keeps the shrine to Bahamut and allocates some of the prophets to its upkeep. Weather they acolytes and Azrael stay and use it is up to them.When not running the tavern, which she named with no small amount of convincing and bribing The Hung Dragon, She spends time with Azrael. Rival turned lover, They spend there time learning about each other and loving each other deeply. This of course makes Nim a bit jealous in a way only an automaton can be. Lif enjoys having guests to serve, and zeli is a dragon, who knows how she really feels.

(i hope i didn't step on anyone's toes with my loose end tie up.)

Not at all, this is entirely up to the person I assigned it to. I wanted to have one person decide the outcome to a group situation, loving em so far. Sometimes we don't have as much control over life as we'd like, which is why I thought it would be interesting to see how one person can decide the fate for many others.

LOL the hung dragon. GG Pheral. LOL. Also, awwwww yeehhhh sweet sweet dragon love. Rock on, Zeli and Leon, YOU GO BOI!!!

And now, something i've wanted to do for a bit. How did Astrid and Crispy know each other? That's easy. They once had a case together.

This is for you, man. I'm gonna miss Astrid.

THREE YEARS AGO
SPECIAL FORCES - FEMALE BARRACKS

"Your source SUCKED!" Crispy said, very annoyed, as Astrid was dressing up in the officer ward. "What. He lied to you?"
Astrid remained cool. Too cool. She smiled. "It happens!"
Crispy scoffed loudly. "We are WELL outside the realm of 'it happens', Astrid, OK? This is NOT a case where this shit can happen! We are NOT talking about ******* stolen ice cream cones here."
"I'm handling it." Was all she said as she button her shirt and combed her hair.
"Y-" Crispy jolted her head back, stunned at her answer. "Oh, you're handling it! Really?? Do you need HELP with that??"
Astrid smiled her toothy smile and simply said, "No, I dont.."
"Who is the source?" Crispy asked, getting more annoyed.
Astrid pointed to the parchment on the bench. "Local Waterdeep Militia."
"You're running a cop?!" The disbelief couldn't have been more obvious. "Since we do we trust the local militia, Astrid?? HELLS!"
Astrid wasn't affected by her growing temper. "He's an excellent source" she said in a very loving tone, blinking her eyes rapidly.
"Is..Is that supposed to MEAN something to me?" Crispy's neck muscles were tightening rapidly. "That he's an excellent source? ****! Is THAT what you want me to tell the Commander?" Imitating Astrid as best she could, Crispy mocked, "Oh, he's an excellent source!" Then, back to her normal voice. "No, I don't think so. That doesn't WORK for me!"
Astrid giggled at the impression. "It's not a story, Cora, it's the truth."
Crispy shook her head, "No. This CANNOT not work, all right? I trusted you! Does that MEAN anything to you?"
Astrid looked at Crispy for a moment, then looked down.
"Hello?" Crispy said annoyingly, looking down at her, trying to get her attention again.
Astrid looked up again, her smile gone. "I'm handling it."
Crispy stared at her for a moment. "You know what's in the container?" she asked. "Some whore's dead body. Did you know that?"
Marissa walked into the barracks, another agent, before Astrid could answer. She overheard the question as she walked in. "A whore's dead body? Sounds PERFECT for you, Perkins."
Crispy turned to her, her face wrinkled in frustration, "You know, I don't appreciate that. I actually resent that. Thank you."
Astrid gave her another smile. "Cora. Relax. Go outside."
Marissa chimed in again, sarcastically. "Yeah, would ya, Perkins? The sign says LADIES."
Crispy stared at both of them, and with a frustrated grunt, turned and left the barracks.
Marissa scoffed as soon as she left. "She hears everything. Never listens."
Astrid's smile weakened only a bit, as if feeling sorry for a friend. "She listens to what works for her."
"Oh?" Marissa said, undressing, "What works for her?"
"Actionable intelligence." Astrid giggled, then her smile dissipated completely "...and pain."

When the days had past after their seemingly never ending adventure, the voices in Leon's head resurfaced, not of vicious intent, but of worry regarding the Casslanters. Moments in the day he would ponder what became of them, if they still dared show face in the city of Waterdeep, or if, regardless of defeat, they would still go about an attempt their sacrifice. It would be impossible, but...

That didn't stop Leon from going to the authorities himself. With what he saw in the windmill and the dungeons; they needed to be put to justice. He would convince FC (with the help of his lovely girlfriend) to fuss up all of what the Cassalanter's entrusted with him. Everything. Of course, he would let the tiefling stay at the manor (with his obvious fear with the law), but he wrote down every detail with ink and quill to hopefully have enough for the guard to do something. Whether or not the Casslanter's would be there to face justice or not didn't matter to him, light needed to be shed upon the darkness that loomed over the city, one way or another. Leon was just happy enough that he had been apart of it with a new group of friends that he came to care for very deeply.

 I think followers would see Az in the streets and he would be able to give out addresses by word of mouth or by parchment invitation only. The group has the money to do up the manor enough to employ security and other things, tidy the basement and everything, so I think Az would start off humble and snowball larger for sure.

Of course, most of their willingness to join Az’s temple comes from his own prowess and reputation, spreading the word of Bahamut throughout the city.

Then there was... the incident. Shortly after the adventure, FC parted ways with the group. His deep rooted plans of playing both sides was two fold.

1. Help the Cassalanters take the gold, so that he knew where it was.

2. Spread the word around the city of waterdeep that the cassalanters indeed had found the treasure.

FC knew that the  Xanathar, Zhentarim and the law of Waterdeep would be on the Cassalanter’s door within hours while we, would be somewhere else, with the fortune. (It's a shame somebody blabbed to their hairdresser in the end.) In order to stop the killings, the murder, all this chaos over the fortune, the fortune had to Disappear. FC knew the party which he personally recruited could handle the heat of being crossed by the Cassalanters. What he didn’t foresee was how much his double crossing impacted their trust...

We see FC enjoying a coffee at one of his numerous small side businesses in waterdeep. Only one week after he and the party had gone their different ways. He’d left them the deed to Trollskull manor, re-signing Azrael off to it, so he could make it his own temple.

Suddenly, a large group of people crowded the street FC was sitting at. Lounging in a small, metal chair with cigar in hand, a small mug on the table. He watches, causiously as a crowd amasses. “Wot’s this all about then?” He asks himself. “Word got out ‘bout my cut in the fortune obviou-“ then he saw him. A man, like no other. Broad chested, skin the colour of platinum and an indiscribable aura surrounded him. Slitted, draconic eyes stared down at FC while his vision went dark everywhere but this individual. He walks right up to FC and the crowd goes silent.

A smile spreads accross FC’s face. “Heh... hahah... hahahahahah. Now this is the way I wonna go out, innit? By the hand of a ****en God.”

WIthout a word, Bahamut places his hand on FC’s forehead. An infernal scream fills the streets as he discinegrates into flame and ash. Then, just as quickly as he appeared, the man had vanished.

That incident was tied back to the Dragonborn of Bahamut and people flocked to Azrael for teachings and worship as he was the priest who a God showed favour upon.

(me being a natural softy feels kind of bad for FC. )

I actually liked FC, as well, but it was fun collaborating with him with ways we could **** you all over =P

**FC wakes from another dream.**

Sheets damp with sweat, he was thankful that his current bed partner was understanding. It's been a long few weeks since the climatic events of our story andFC while riddled with guilt, still lived with the knowledge that he did it for the greater good and he got away with it. There was some bitterness but still, a good caper was what he lived for in spite of his current rash a wrathful dragon dreams.

He groaned out of bed and got dressed, quietly making his way to the common room of the Vulger Unicorn, looking for some eegs and coffee. It was then that he noticed a short but muscular fair faced Dwarf lady dressed in green and gold hauberk, swinging her Warhammer with casual ease. "Oi, wot's this then? Finally caught up wit me is it? Wants to seek revenge? Do you know my pubies is still green?"

"Shut. Your. Face. You and I, we have an accounting that needs settling." Lythril's eyes glowed with rage. She lifted her hand and began to slowly clench her fist. Green glowing vines sprouted from the tavern floor splitting the warm wood, wrapping about FCs legs working their way up his body. The more he struggled, the tighter they gripped him.

With a whispered prayer, Warhammer began to glow gold and green sparking flares. FCs eyes widened, he already knew what was coming from first hand experience. "For those who have suffered because of you! For the pain and suffering you caused!"Lythril gripped the hammer with both hands, took a running leap. Promises made, promises kept, the warhammer struck FC right between the eyes. "In Rilithane's Name....!"

Hammer of Ensnaring Ball Doom Attack: 25 Damage: 0

The hammer impacts with the gentleness of a kiss.

"You are forgiven." Lythril pats FC gently on the cheek, as the vines retreat into the floor.

"Boob you later you silly git." Lythril walks out ignoring the stares, whistling a happy toon.

(Secret hard-on)

 The true fate of FC was an unknown to all but Bahamut, Azrael, and possibly Lythril. Ultimately FC's soul had been judged based on his deeds by Bahamut, the living embodiment of Justice itself. 

As for the rest of the group....

Leon and Zelifarna, Despite their raucous sex life, eventually settle down together as Husband and Wife, the rites and rituals performed by Azrael himself. Through Zelifarna, Leon has learned to cope better with his additional mental voices, and has gained some personal confidence in himself. Zelifarna is pregnant now, due to their many escapades, and reveals that dragons don't simply stop producing viable eggs once one has been fertilized. Though not every encounter produced 'results' Leon would soon be the father of seven proud Bronze Dragonlings. They were all true dragons, and thus, as children, they were in tiny, tiny dragon-forms. This eventually leads to Leon having to consider what he wanted to do about them as they grew. Luckily, Zeli eventually pointed out that unlike ......non-dragons, Dragon Hatchlings were able to understand languages early on in life via mental connections to their parents, and were generally well behaved. They even learned how to transform by four months into little half elven forms, except Sasha, who much preferred to look like a Dragonborn.

Astrid - Used some of her funds in the purchase of the destroyed property across the street. As it was damaged, she was given a discount down to 5,000 gold for the entire thing! She now had a 3 story Barber Shop! and it was PINK! And covered in flowers! Nim of course helped with repairs, and it kept her close to everyone else! She eventually stopped feeling guilty about letting the cat out of the bag about their wealth. Eventually Astrid fell in love (As much as Astrid was capable of such a specific emotion) with a Goliath Wizard, who specialized in enlargement/reduction magic. Lastly, through her barbering business, one day, a patron came in who was part of the city watch, who was talking to one of her hired hair cutters, and overheard what fate had ultimately happened to "Crispy."

Lythril - Ultimately decided to stay with the group. As the Tavern business itself began to grow, Lythril found she was able to flirt with many a folk of all genders and persuasions.. Eventually, some 'bit' at her flirtations and Lythril eventually got a taste or twenty of what she had been seeking all along, with everything that hit her fancy, but she wasn't a whore! She was quite discerning, and picky about who she let 'go further' with her. In the end, her needs were met, one way or another~ 

Azrael and Pheral - Inevitably fell into true love, but Pheral wanted to decide when, if ever, a marriage would happen. They eventually learned how to have rough, raunchy, hardcore sex in a way that didn't effect the others around them.. and would do so nightly, sometimes daily.. sometimes the entire day (When the tavern was closed of course)... though the new floorboards, and thicker wood helped! Eventually, Pheral, too, got pregnant but was only a few months into term, and it never effected her duties as Tavernmaster. Azrael rarely spoke of Bahamut to her, though she did eventually broach the subject.. whether out of curiosity or something else, Azrael would never know. And he lightly spoke of the two types of dragons: Good and Evil. As she ran the Tavern, he ran the Shrine, and allowed any who sought to become acolytes downstairs, the funds used to help the shrine mainly coming from 'FC's "Donation" 

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Which free'd up his own money to buy something that while it was his property in name, and title...... He used it for two things.... One, to spread the word and Glory of Bahamut when he wasn't hilt-deep in Pheral Pleasure. But also used it as a quick way to get around, carry large loads, and other such mundane things. Azrael used part of his share of the wealth, to Purchase.. an Airship for 20,000GP!

The airship was given a special paintjob on it's underbelly (Sorry don't know the actual terminology) would look to any below it to be an effigy of the Platinum Dragon himself, and it's rudder and balancers made to look like outstretched wings. Initially hiring someone to teach himself and Pheral (until her pregnancy) how to pilot it themselves for (Dm discretion cost)

Yes excellent!! Seven beautiful children no doubt!

How does a cross race dragonborn halfelf pregnancy work? Gods only know. Pheral indeed marrys Azrael prior to said pregnancy. They have a quiet ceremony with just close friends. Though the reception is held at The Hung Dragon. Drinks were by one get one all day.

Dr. Azrael! Calling Dr. Azrael! Wow, Leon and Zeli were busy pounding out those kids! Good for you guys! <3