Keth does his best to stay as still and silent as possible, sparing a brief glance back toward the town ensuring he has a path back scouted. He eagerly awaits the next words in the conversation.
Bill just sits quietly as he sips his drink. He finally looks to his companions in the saloon "So now that we are out of ear shot of the ranch. What do you all know about the owners?"
Ravoskan would be at the same table. Turning at Bill's question, "We have heard rumors and seen strange events that perhaps could indicate dark forces at work. Possibly by the owner, or under their nose, or even being done to them, I do not really know."
OCC: Ok, I am assuming that everyone is sitting at the same table.
The man nods at Rictor's words and looks over everyone at the table.
The man leans back a bit as Ravoskan sits down. "Now don't ya'll look like a fine bunch of upstanding gentlemen," he says with a bit of a southern drawl. "I feel like we should all be acquainted. Rictor my boy, introduce your friends to me," he says with an oily smile.
Everyone sitting at the table gets an uneasy feeling around the man. He grates on everyone's nerves a bit and seems over-eager to be pleasing to the group. As Rictor does the introductions the man extends his hand, each finger having about a 1-inch long fingernail, to shake everyone he is introduced to, save Ravoskan. With Ravoskan he does not extend his hand but merely nods and smiles.
The man continues to speak, making idle chit chat with everyone at the table when another man enters the saloon. This man has a thin build about him and is dressed in a grey and silver eastern style suit with a vest. The man is well-groomed and carries himself as if he were some dignitary or someone from a higher social class than those around him. On the man's head, he wears a small brimmed hat, which he takes off as he enters the saloon. His boots are a bit dusty but the spurs jingle as he walks. What everyone takes notice of is he is wearing a 2 pistol belt. The belt and pistols are in what is popularly known as a gun fighter's rig, one pistol holstered at his right side the other holstered on the right side but in a cross draw fashion. The man nods politely once to your table then goes to the barkeeper. The party overhears his request for "something cool to drink to quench his thirst".
From outside the bar, many of you can hear the preacher that was standing on the street corner, has renewed his sermon with new vigor. He talks about the usual things: The end of the world, The Judgement of God and, what catches Ritor's attention, one statement: "And when that seal is broken my brothers and sisters, the day of reckoning will be at hand."
Val Val makes his way back to the sheriff's office. As you walk up you find the man that was sitting at the table out front is now standing in the middle of the street looking towards the far end of town. Val glances back to see there seems to be some sort of gathering there.
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Rictor looks decidedly uncomfortable around the slick man despite their familiarity, losing much of his usual bravado and swagger in his presence. He settles on one of the many names the man had claimed over the years, knowing he couldn't call him by his true name. "Gentlemen, this is Mr. Pitch. He's been my kindly benefactor since my days in the Big Apple."
His attention wavers toward the newcomer, eyes squinting nearly shut at the bright individual standing in stark contrast to his patron seated with him at the table. Turned toward the saloon doors he catches that last bit of the itinerant preacher's vociferous sermon and stands upright like a bolt.
"Er, excuse me, friends, Mr. Pitch. Barkeep! A round for the table while I take care of that unpleasant din outside of this fine establishment," he says with a nod toward the bartender. The moment his hat touched his oil-slick hair his face turns to a scowl and he strides purposefully out of the bar right toward the preacher.
When he reaches the shouting man he casts Friends on him, discretely applying a small amount of eyeblack to his face to complete the spell.
"Ah, preacher! I hail from the great New York City and I am something of a theologian myself. Would you perhaps be speaking of the Seal of St. Asterion? And if so, what's all this about the seal being broken? Pray tell, what's all this hubbub about, sir?"
Ravoskan holds out his hand for an extra moment with a smile that slowly falters as the man seems not to want to, lowering his hand and looking up at the newcomer, grateful for a distraction from the awkwardness. Then as Rictor bolts out the door, he turns back to Mr. Pitch, "Uh, yes, pleasure to meet you, may the eyes of the saints be upon you. So, you come from out east?"
Rictor makes his exit leaving the fancy dressed man and the rest of the party together. Everyone watches Rictor as he goes and those left notice a slight sign of annoyance on the man's face. That annoyance disappears as he turns his attention back to the rest of the party.
"Saints, did you say good Reverend?" the man replies to Ravoskan's statement. "Men seem to talk about saints a lot in hopes of making it so just by their words. Even those Saints in the Utah Territory have their vices and struggles with knowing the nature of the Almighty." He needs his statement with a smile. There is a short pause in his words then he continues:
"Now that Rictor has left us to get acquainted, might ya'll tell me from where y'all hale from?"he asks.
Rictor: Rictor finds the preacher walking back and forth along the front of the businesses of Old Bull. When Rictor approaches the man turns to him. Rictor first sees a wildness in the man's eyes but it fades quickly. "You're acquainted with the Seal of Saint Asterion, my son," he asks with a gleam in his eye. "There are few who are versed enough to know the name let alone the story. Tell me, my son, where did you learn of Saint Asterion?"
Val: Val approaches the man and makes his statement. The man continues to look to the far end of town but says: "Doc's gone ya say? Well, that don't bode well for us here, especially those that are sick."
Flynn studies the man for a second before replying "Montana. Sagebrush Steppes. Whats up with you and Rictor? He owe you money or something?" His tone is friendly, but there is a genuine curiosity in his eyes. And a fair amount of steel. Who was this man that could put Rictor at such unease? And what does he want?
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
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"Why, I am a learned scholar, sir! I was educated by the Catholic Archdiocese of New York, a devoted servant of Saint Patrick himself. I might ask where you, a rambunctious frontier preacher, learned of such a sacred seal, but we digress. What's this of the Seal of Asterion being broken? That's downright heresy, sir!"
The half-orc native moves back into town fromt he outskirts, keeping his wits about him. He once again picks up his original trail and heads toward the store to catch up to Cookie. He briefly wonders how the rest of the group is doing.
Ravoskan gives his best smile to try and win over this stranger, "I was born in Boston, out on the east coast. It is a very different land than this one, I must say. Rictor said you were from New York, were you born there?"
3 of the companions, Flynn, Bill, and Ravoskan sit with the Rictor's friend at the table. The man who had entered the bar moments ago stands at the bar drinking what the barkeep had served him. Rictor's friend responds to your questions in a polite manner.
"I aided young Rictor with an issue some time ago back east and continue to do so now and then. He's a good lad and I have great hopes for him and his future," he replies to Flynn.
"I hail from many places my good Reverand. I have a bit of a wanderlust about myself and travel quite regularly. Settling down does not seem to be my lot in life at the present time." he says to Ravoskan and smiles as he does so.
The door to the bar blows open once again. This time the wind has some force to it and a lot of dust, leaves, and the like are blown into the bar as well. This time however the wind does not seem to die down.
Rictor's friend stops a moment, turns his head towards the door, and is quiet for a few moments. He then puts his top hat on his head stands and looks to the companions. "Where is my mind," he says asking himself more than the group. "I have forgotten I have a pressing engagement to attend to and must bid you good gentlemen ado. Please tell Rictor I will be in touch." With that said he does a slight bow and turns and walks to the back of the saloon and through a door in the back corner the party did not notice previously.
Rictor: The preacher seems intrigued by your words but, a sudden wind picks up in the street. It blows dust, grass, leaves, and debris into swirling patterns up and down the street, catching people in small dust devils here and there. The preacher squints his eyes a bit to keep debris from blinding him. He turns to the far end of the street, where the party had first entered when they came to town.
Rictor,Val,Keth: As the three of you are in the streets this wind picks up blowing debris everywhere and creating tiny dust devils. Suddenly there is this odd sensation. Each of you feels compelled to look to the far end of town. You notice the townsfolk are also looking in that direction. There you see an odd sight.
At the end of the street stands 3 figures. One figure is kneeling, hands held close to his body but in front of him, palms pressed together. To the right and left of the praying man stands a figure with a bowed head. Each figure holds a long sword before them, they had both hands wrapped around the pommel, and the tip of the swords are pointed towards the ground in front of the individuals. Each figure is wearing a black robe with a hood pulled down over their heads where you can't make out their faces, black leggings, and boots. From the necks of each, you can see a silver chain, and on that silver chain hangs a cross. The figure in the middle stands and though the wind is making it hard to hear you believe the standing figure is saying something.
Rictor: The preacher standing with you turns and looks towards the 3 individuals. Rictor hears him say: "No, No, I need more time." The preacher then turns and runs towards the 3 individuals, gets about 15 feet from them, and drops to his knees. The wind muffles the words but you do know he is talking to these 3 individuals, begging them.
The preacher standing with Rictor looks to the 3 people standing there, then runs towards them. He seems to be saying something and waving his arms back and forth over his head. He eventually gets within 15 ft. of them, drops to his knees, and appears to be begging them.
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Rictor runs up quickly behind the begging preacher. He examines the three hooded figures to see if he knows anything about them, eyeing their crosses warily.
Religion check: 13
"What do you fellas want with the goodly preacher here? And what the hell does this have to do with the Seal of Saint Asterion?!" He can't help but curse, bewildered by the sudden appearance of the armed men. He draws his revolver, ready to attack if need be.
Sidling up beside Val, speaking in a low tone, "I am not fond of this sight before us. While I have been baptised by their God, certain zealots find my very race heathens. I dare say this may not end well."
Keth does his best to stay as still and silent as possible, sparing a brief glance back toward the town ensuring he has a path back scouted. He eagerly awaits the next words in the conversation.
Val apparently lost track of everyone?
He goes back to the horse’s ass who sent him to an empty building.
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Bill just sits quietly as he sips his drink. He finally looks to his companions in the saloon "So now that we are out of ear shot of the ranch. What do you all know about the owners?"
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OCC: for Clarity-where are everyone standing/sitting in the Dancing Lady? Is everyone sitting at the same table as Rictor?
Ravoskan would be at the same table. Turning at Bill's question, "We have heard rumors and seen strange events that perhaps could indicate dark forces at work. Possibly by the owner, or under their nose, or even being done to them, I do not really know."
(Flynn would be at the same table as well.)
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
OCC: Ok, I am assuming that everyone is sitting at the same table.
The man nods at Rictor's words and looks over everyone at the table.
The man leans back a bit as Ravoskan sits down. "Now don't ya'll look like a fine bunch of upstanding gentlemen," he says with a bit of a southern drawl. "I feel like we should all be acquainted. Rictor my boy, introduce your friends to me," he says with an oily smile.
Everyone sitting at the table gets an uneasy feeling around the man. He grates on everyone's nerves a bit and seems over-eager to be pleasing to the group. As Rictor does the introductions the man extends his hand, each finger having about a 1-inch long fingernail, to shake everyone he is introduced to, save Ravoskan. With Ravoskan he does not extend his hand but merely nods and smiles.
The man continues to speak, making idle chit chat with everyone at the table when another man enters the saloon. This man has a thin build about him and is dressed in a grey and silver eastern style suit with a vest. The man is well-groomed and carries himself as if he were some dignitary or someone from a higher social class than those around him. On the man's head, he wears a small brimmed hat, which he takes off as he enters the saloon. His boots are a bit dusty but the spurs jingle as he walks. What everyone takes notice of is he is wearing a 2 pistol belt. The belt and pistols are in what is popularly known as a gun fighter's rig, one pistol holstered at his right side the other holstered on the right side but in a cross draw fashion. The man nods politely once to your table then goes to the barkeeper. The party overhears his request for "something cool to drink to quench his thirst".
From outside the bar, many of you can hear the preacher that was standing on the street corner, has renewed his sermon with new vigor. He talks about the usual things: The end of the world, The Judgement of God and, what catches Ritor's attention, one statement: "And when that seal is broken my brothers and sisters, the day of reckoning will be at hand."
Val
Val makes his way back to the sheriff's office. As you walk up you find the man that was sitting at the table out front is now standing in the middle of the street looking towards the far end of town. Val glances back to see there seems to be some sort of gathering there.
Rictor looks decidedly uncomfortable around the slick man despite their familiarity, losing much of his usual bravado and swagger in his presence. He settles on one of the many names the man had claimed over the years, knowing he couldn't call him by his true name. "Gentlemen, this is Mr. Pitch. He's been my kindly benefactor since my days in the Big Apple."
His attention wavers toward the newcomer, eyes squinting nearly shut at the bright individual standing in stark contrast to his patron seated with him at the table. Turned toward the saloon doors he catches that last bit of the itinerant preacher's vociferous sermon and stands upright like a bolt.
"Er, excuse me, friends, Mr. Pitch. Barkeep! A round for the table while I take care of that unpleasant din outside of this fine establishment," he says with a nod toward the bartender. The moment his hat touched his oil-slick hair his face turns to a scowl and he strides purposefully out of the bar right toward the preacher.
When he reaches the shouting man he casts Friends on him, discretely applying a small amount of eyeblack to his face to complete the spell.
"Ah, preacher! I hail from the great New York City and I am something of a theologian myself. Would you perhaps be speaking of the Seal of St. Asterion? And if so, what's all this about the seal being broken? Pray tell, what's all this hubbub about, sir?"
Deception(?): 10
Ravoskan holds out his hand for an extra moment with a smile that slowly falters as the man seems not to want to, lowering his hand and looking up at the newcomer, grateful for a distraction from the awkwardness. Then as Rictor bolts out the door, he turns back to Mr. Pitch, "Uh, yes, pleasure to meet you, may the eyes of the saints be upon you. So, you come from out east?"
Val moves up next to the man from the sheriff’s.
“Your doctor is either a mattress, or you’re a horse’s ass... what’s going on up there?”
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Rictor makes his exit leaving the fancy dressed man and the rest of the party together. Everyone watches Rictor as he goes and those left notice a slight sign of annoyance on the man's face. That annoyance disappears as he turns his attention back to the rest of the party.
"Saints, did you say good Reverend?" the man replies to Ravoskan's statement. "Men seem to talk about saints a lot in hopes of making it so just by their words. Even those Saints in the Utah Territory have their vices and struggles with knowing the nature of the Almighty." He needs his statement with a smile. There is a short pause in his words then he continues:
"Now that Rictor has left us to get acquainted, might ya'll tell me from where y'all hale from?" he asks.
Rictor: Rictor finds the preacher walking back and forth along the front of the businesses of Old Bull. When Rictor approaches the man turns to him. Rictor first sees a wildness in the man's eyes but it fades quickly. "You're acquainted with the Seal of Saint Asterion, my son," he asks with a gleam in his eye. "There are few who are versed enough to know the name let alone the story. Tell me, my son, where did you learn of Saint Asterion?"
Val: Val approaches the man and makes his statement. The man continues to look to the far end of town but says: "Doc's gone ya say? Well, that don't bode well for us here, especially those that are sick."
Flynn studies the man for a second before replying "Montana. Sagebrush Steppes. Whats up with you and Rictor? He owe you money or something?" His tone is friendly, but there is a genuine curiosity in his eyes. And a fair amount of steel. Who was this man that could put Rictor at such unease? And what does he want?
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"Why, I am a learned scholar, sir! I was educated by the Catholic Archdiocese of New York, a devoted servant of Saint Patrick himself. I might ask where you, a rambunctious frontier preacher, learned of such a sacred seal, but we digress. What's this of the Seal of Asterion being broken? That's downright heresy, sir!"
Deception(if necessary): 18
Keth
The half-orc native moves back into town fromt he outskirts, keeping his wits about him. He once again picks up his original trail and heads toward the store to catch up to Cookie. He briefly wonders how the rest of the group is doing.
Ravoskan gives his best smile to try and win over this stranger, "I was born in Boston, out on the east coast. It is a very different land than this one, I must say. Rictor said you were from New York, were you born there?"
The Dancing Lady:
3 of the companions, Flynn, Bill, and Ravoskan sit with the Rictor's friend at the table. The man who had entered the bar moments ago stands at the bar drinking what the barkeep had served him. Rictor's friend responds to your questions in a polite manner.
"I aided young Rictor with an issue some time ago back east and continue to do so now and then. He's a good lad and I have great hopes for him and his future," he replies to Flynn.
"I hail from many places my good Reverand. I have a bit of a wanderlust about myself and travel quite regularly. Settling down does not seem to be my lot in life at the present time." he says to Ravoskan and smiles as he does so.
The door to the bar blows open once again. This time the wind has some force to it and a lot of dust, leaves, and the like are blown into the bar as well. This time however the wind does not seem to die down.
Rictor's friend stops a moment, turns his head towards the door, and is quiet for a few moments. He then puts his top hat on his head stands and looks to the companions. "Where is my mind," he says asking himself more than the group. "I have forgotten I have a pressing engagement to attend to and must bid you good gentlemen ado. Please tell Rictor I will be in touch." With that said he does a slight bow and turns and walks to the back of the saloon and through a door in the back corner the party did not notice previously.
Rictor:
The preacher seems intrigued by your words but, a sudden wind picks up in the street. It blows dust, grass, leaves, and debris into swirling patterns up and down the street, catching people in small dust devils here and there. The preacher squints his eyes a bit to keep debris from blinding him. He turns to the far end of the street, where the party had first entered when they came to town.
Rictor, Val, Keth:
As the three of you are in the streets this wind picks up blowing debris everywhere and creating tiny dust devils. Suddenly there is this odd sensation. Each of you feels compelled to look to the far end of town. You notice the townsfolk are also looking in that direction. There you see an odd sight.
At the end of the street stands 3 figures. One figure is kneeling, hands held close to his body but in front of him, palms pressed together. To the right and left of the praying man stands a figure with a bowed head. Each figure holds a long sword before them, they had both hands wrapped around the pommel, and the tip of the swords are pointed towards the ground in front of the individuals. Each figure is wearing a black robe with a hood pulled down over their heads where you can't make out their faces, black leggings, and boots. From the necks of each, you can see a silver chain, and on that silver chain hangs a cross. The figure in the middle stands and though the wind is making it hard to hear you believe the standing figure is saying something.
Rictor: The preacher standing with you turns and looks towards the 3 individuals. Rictor hears him say: "No, No, I need more time." The preacher then turns and runs towards the 3 individuals, gets about 15 feet from them, and drops to his knees. The wind muffles the words but you do know he is talking to these 3 individuals, begging them.
The preacher standing with Rictor looks to the 3 people standing there, then runs towards them. He seems to be saying something and waving his arms back and forth over his head. He eventually gets within 15 ft. of them, drops to his knees, and appears to be begging them.
Val moves to Rictor to watch things develop from there.
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Rictor runs up quickly behind the begging preacher. He examines the three hooded figures to see if he knows anything about them, eyeing their crosses warily.
Religion check: 13
"What do you fellas want with the goodly preacher here? And what the hell does this have to do with the Seal of Saint Asterion?!" He can't help but curse, bewildered by the sudden appearance of the armed men. He draws his revolver, ready to attack if need be.
Keth
Sidling up beside Val, speaking in a low tone, "I am not fond of this sight before us. While I have been baptised by their God, certain zealots find my very race heathens. I dare say this may not end well."
Val puts a hand on his shoulder and Keth can hear Val’s voice in his head.
“It’ll be alright. We’ll leave if it comes to that.”
(per Kalashtar feature)
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