(Where I live, it is time for me to sleep. See you all tomorrow!)

(He is not based off that character, but is inspired by a different one).

Khan's eyebrows inch ever higher in disbelief and he makes a pacifying gesture with his hands, "No, I don't believe that will be necessary. I am quite capable of handling this on my own."

Carefully making his way inside the tavern, he wrinkles his nose as the smell of ale hits him, but calls out to the bartender, "I'll be reserving a room for the night. A clean one, preferably, with a window."

Hunter does the same, except for the window.

Just as he starts to ask more questions, he hears the barkeep closing down and rooms going fast. "I say, my good man, might I also get a room for the evening? And what exactly do you mean about it being that time of the month again? What has the town in such a panic?" 

Slurb heads to his room, and starts baring up the windows and doors. He gets whatever weapons he might need, and is ready for anything that could attack.

(Slurb has been in Alcryon for about two years now. He knows what this is, but could you explain it to me?)

Halloween Event

The bartender nods at the influx of orders for rooms. "A wise choice. You don't want to be caught out in the streets when night falls." 

As the collect the coins, he replies to Mordekai. "You're new around here? It's not something people like to talk about."

He looks away for a moment, and a mournful expression comes over his face. 

"Every year, when the days grow shorter and a chill enters the air...it comes from the forest. People aren't quite sure what it is....a malevolent spirit, or demonic horror. Whatever it is, once the moon is full, it travels past the gates and walls, straight to the town square. Once it arrives....it screams. Horrible shrieks, like a dagger in your heart. It says something too, but all those who listen are in the sanitorium." 

Mordekai notices the bartender gaze at a picture frame of a smiling woman, before looking back at him. He points at religious procession outside. 

"That's all I can tell you. The Abbey is responsible for defending against this threat, but they haven't done a thing. Still, they would know more about it than me."

He then takes a small box out of the counter. It's full of wine corks of various sizes.

"Earplugs. So you can't hear it." 

(@Ranger and @PlumPie. Scab and Slurb, who have been in Trishdale, know pretty much the same. However, they've had the benefit of knowing that the rumor mill in town finds this particularly interesting. However, the elderly seem to never talk about it.) 

Slurb prepares for a fight. He sharpens his weapons, and prepares his spells. He walks out of his room, pays the innkeeper, and asks the people in the tavern, "We have not always suffered under this. We can't stand for this. It has terrorized you, taken people you love. We need to stop this. Who's with me?" Persuasion: 19

(I have to roll a perfect twenty, don't I.)

And don't worry. You can wear earplugs too.

Khan picks a pair of ear plugs that seem to fit him before looking at Slurb appraisingly and muttering to Mordekai, "Unpredictable fellow, isn't he."

(Well....... He is technically lawful good, and he considers this both lawful AND good, so of course he does this. But dragons are chaotic in nature.)

Slurb walks over to get a pair of earplugs. "Do you think they'll come? Will you two come?"

Mordekai strangely pulls out his own pair of ear plugs. As he fits one in, he whispers to Khan "I don't know how much he can help it...his race has a great deal of vitality and passion, right down into their bones. It's why I have a few dragon scales sewn into my armor..." points "here and here."  

Mordekai then looks over to Slurb and says, "Well, I'm here to investigate, so I think I just might...do either of you have any field experience? Any special talents?"

Me? Crackshot with a crossbow, and a caster.

Plus, *He shudders* I have dealt with demons and evil spirits before.

Khan smiles before responding to Mordekai, "Vitality and passion, you say? We'll see if that can be put to good use."

To Slurb, "Well, it would defeat the point of traveling here if I spent the night in my room just because of some creature. It is a wonderful night, and it would be a shame to waste it."

In response to Mordekai's question, Khan gestures to the viol case on his back "Well, this instrument isn't just for show. And if it comes to fighting, I'm capable of handling myself. You'll have to find out how later, though."

Scab doffs his multiple layers of rags, and it's akin to a snake shedding its skin. He takes out a miniature bow and scampers over towards the lenders handing out earplugs and snags a pair or two - an extra pair never hurt. He moves with extreme speed and hurried movements that he's little more than a blur on the ground. "Scab's good at scoutin' out places. If you're killin' the beast, Scab's be with you, so long as Scab's given his share of coin," he rasps from a shaded corner in the alleyway, in a thick, Draconic-tinged accent. 
" 

As the group is discussing, the procession finally makes it's way over to the Tavern. As the holy water is dropped over the entrance, you see the elderly tiefling give the bartender a terse nod. 

Fallion stands from his chair, picks up a pair of earplugs and makes a mental note to clean them in his room. He looks over at the plainly dressed woman that came in with him. "Let us retire then, Isabella. You should draw the curtains of your room and retire early. Your room should be next to Efritta's and mine is only three doors down. It will be alright."

"As to the rest of you, I may join you after ensuring my... traveling companions will be safe for the night."

Welcome. If any of us perish in this battle, there will be no turning back. We will have to fight it if anyone is killed. We will do this.We shall pray to the god of light and protection, and if we have a paladin around, he shall cast ward against evil.

(Uh............ Since we're doing this semi-suicidal act in character, what happens in the event of a TPK? As in everyone dies?)