Blood Scales Game

Mo notices that the stone, pipe, and mug are all glowing faintly

Mo would pick up the stone to inspect it "This little lady rock, and the dragon pipe and the dwarfy cup are all magicy." 

Arcana on the rock?  5

also can I tell what school of magic each is glowing?

(the stone is evocation, the pipe is illusion, and the mug is... um..... transmutation??)

OOC: Wreck transmutation? Lolz 

Sayre walks forward. "Can I get those keys? I bet those are for tavern," she adds!

As Thimbol is searching through the remains on the ground and goes to hand the set of keys to Sayre, the dusty oil lamps lining the stone walls flicker to life, lighting up the basement, fully revealing the contents of the main brewing area. As you quickly look around, everyone sees large black oak barrels bigger than Navek and mo lining the walls, each of them still sealed and full of ale, along with other smaller kegs of different types containing varies wines, rum, and beer. After a moment a booming dwarven voice fills the room. "What do you think you are doing with my things!?' as the shadows from behind the large kegs seem to join together to form a figure that appears to be wearing the same cloths as the corpse on the ground...

"Great. It's free yet full of vermin and huanted." Sayre exclaims. "Next time we should read the fine print," she adds in a groan before turning to the spirit. "What happened here," she ask next clutching the keys Thimbol handed to her but with both hands on her hips.

The shadowy figure will sit in an empty chair not far from the corpse on the ground and look to the group. "Well I guess I you earned the right to my equipment, seeing as you managed to clean the filthy critters from my tavern... As you may have guessed, my name is Moran Leadbelly" The figure would pause for a moment, pulling out a shadowy pipe and sucking on the end before continuing... "You all have my thanks".. the figure will puff out some shadow smoke in the shape of a dragon before continuing. "You see... I had closed up the inn the night before... cleaned the place up and kicked out any guests because I was planning on taking a trip to see my girlfriend... well... I had hoped to make her my fiancee..." He would pause a little longer.. taking a few more puffs on his shadow pipe, a sad look spreading along his face... "As you can guess... I never managed to make that trip.... I had come down here to gather a few last minute items and check to make sure my latest batch of Leadbelly brew was sealed up tight when one of the supports gave way and it rolled up over my legs... I spent days down here... surrounded by food and ale that I could not reach to eat or drink... The item I had tried to get to the hardest was that stone there..." he will point to the stone in Mo's hand.... that stone is one half of a set of [magicitem]Sending Stones[/magicitem]... the love of my life used to have the other one... 

***damn it I cannot get the tooltip to work... they are these! https://www.dndbeyond.com/magic-items/sending-stones *****

Mo will hold the stone up to his mouth quizzically, "Hellloooo?"

As Mo holds the stone up to his mouth and speaks into it, the etching of the mouth changes and moves... where it had been open it is now closed and you feel as though you sent the message to someone...

OOC: BAHAHA anyone else hear Mr. T when Mo talks or is it just me?!

"Sorry Mr. Leadbelly. This isn't a good death," Sayre says her tone morose as she frowns at the spirit of Morgan Leadbelly. "Can I...do anything for you," she then asks quickly.

Lorarila wiping a few loose tears from her eyes after hearing the ghost, "That's just so sad! You should have had your happy ending. No one deserves to lose their lives just before going to their love." Looks at Mo, and the stone. "You better be good and brag about this poor man. Be gentle, years have passed but love doesn't fade easily." Looking at the spirit, "Leadbelly, I am heartbroken to see your fate, please tell us anything you want done and we will do it to the best of our abilities."

"There are a few things you guys could do for me.... " The ghost of Morgan will stand and step towards the group.. "I appreciate you helping clear out my home of the terrible vermin that had taken up residence in my leave... and I would like to offer this home to you if you can help put my soul to rest..."

1) First, I would ask that you bury my body under large black oak tree growing to the south of the inn (on the left side of the tavern)
2) Please let the mayor know that I did not abandon the town that I had built with his grandfather... and that I am sorry I will not be around to continue watching it flourish
3) This is the most important... Please... take the ring from my pocket and deliver it to Loretta Swifthammer.... she resides up in StormHammer... past the BlackOak swamp deep in the thunder peaks. She needs to know what happened to me.. why I never came to get her... and that I always loved her.

If you can do those things for me, you would have my blessing, my home, and my possessions... I would even provide  the location of my special stash that contains my all of my families wealth and heirlooms."

"It all shall be done, Master Leadbelly. Of that you have my most solemn vow." Navek finally speaks up after having spent the past few moments solemnly taken in the situation. "Even without the offers, it shall be done." He bows his head formally. "Before anything is done. I... don't suppose you've tried using the stone in your state?" He pauses for an answer, and if its a negative for whatever reason, he goes on to offer the spirit, "Well, I'm no priest. I've... done things I'm not too proud to even consider wearing the mantel of most orders. But, I've heard stories of ghost possessing the living to fulfill a wish. Think you can make the journey if you tag along in me?"

I am afraid that I have been unable to leave the inn... I have tried on many occasions and while I am sure that I could inhabit your body... I fear that the moment you walk out the door, your body would leave but I would remain here. Mr Leadbelly would say, shaking his head. As for using the stone.. well... it is only good for one communication per day. So your friends "hellooo" will render the stone useless until tomorrow. Since I am unable to pick up the stone and hold it in my current form, I have not been able to use the stone in my current state.

(You guys work fast)

Thimbol was quick to remove his hands from the corpse upon the voice of a ghost revealing themselves to be none other than the owner of the inn. The halfling remained rather quiet during most of the conversation. “I’m willing to help. This stash you speak of is of course a nice bonus and not the only reason I would do so.” Looking from the ghost to what was found on the corpse, ”Is there anything else you can tell us? Aside from the vermin that we managed to clean out from the first floor and the basement is there anything else we should be wary of so not to end up in your same...fate? Or at least what’s with the Dragon pipe and cup?” Thimbol finished by donning the top hat. 

"Oops, sorry."  Mo will look a bit ashamed at this second time now in a few minutes that his acting without thinking has caused a problem for the group. "Mo will help too. Hey since you can go through walls and whatnot, can you tell us if there's any more creepy crawlies or little furballs running around this place? We've been having a rough time so far."

The spirit will look to Thimbol, and when he puts the top hat on his head his face will sour for a moment before he shakes is head and addresses both Thimbol and Mo. "Those rats were the last of the creatures to infest this place... at one point a few bats inhabited the upstairs but after the spiders took up residence they made short work of them... "As for the items that were on my person... well... That pipe was a favorite of mine.. it is a Pipe of Smoke Monsters and the tankard is a Tankard of Sobriety... I cannot tell you how many drinking games I have won with that thing" A smile will spread accross his face when he thinks back to the mug. 

He would then look back to the hat on top of Thimbol's head. "I suppose that hat is yours now, or you could give it to someone that really appreciates a nice hat. It was made by some of the best tailors in Stormhammer.. It is made of the finest black silk, and if you look closely you will notice that the stitching is done with very fine threads of silver with gold embroidery.... You all get the impression that he really liked that hat.

"I really appreciate a nice hat..." Thimbol looked about for a mirror, expecting with the set of fine clothes he'd look rather dapper. "But the hats not mine to keep. Where would you like it taken, spirit. I don't need any thing haunting me"

(On phone) 

"I cannot think of anyone that would need it off hand... If you want to keep it you may do so, it is yours now. The only person I used to know that appreciated a nice top hat as much as myself was Mayor Higgins... but he had his own fine top hat that he loved like a child... I heard that it had been passed down to him from his father... who received it from his own father..... ... yeah... he really loved that hat." Morgan will say to Thimbol, blowing another puff of smoke.