Jack looks over the returning group.

"You folks look like you've seen hell tonight."

"You might be right. Though I imagine it could have been much worse." Limine answers. She then looks for the doctor from the madhouse in the crowd, giving him a meaningful wink when she spots him.

"I say we split the gold and get some rest. At least try, if we can. If you happen to go on another adventure in the future, be sure to call me again."

Scab scampers all the way back to Trishdale, content with the turn of the night’s events, and none the wiser as to the nature of the treasure that had been collected. To him, gold was gold and could be earned, but the little valuables picked up along the way could never be found in this lifetime. He has no intention of letting the Inquisition take something he believes is his. Making his way to the bar, he feels unacclimated to the sound of praise and feeling of power, and all 2’10 of him seems intent on capitalizing on the villager’s thankfulness of the competed task, even if it means taking as much coin as he can at the moment. The fame wouldn’t last - Kobolds were the first to be blamed when things go awry in town. 

“Damn right. Killed it, too,” Scab replies to Jack. “Who’re you? Scab hasn’t seen you around.” With that, he accepts the oversized mug of ale the bartender is offering, needing to stand on the stool to get a drink. With the lights coming up and out, he resumes his daytime guise of a shambling mound of rags. 

"By it, do you mean whatever was making that awful shriek? My ears are still ringing from that. Well. Well done, I'm sure the townsfolk are grateful."

He watches as Slurb dons his rag-pile disguise. 

"I'm Uhm, Jack. I just got into town. Nice to meet you."

Klark approached the Night Warden's small, obviously neglected idol. A thick layer of dust had collected on the worn and chipped wooden carving of a hooded figure. The Watcher wasn't bothered. In fact, he was pleasantly surprised to see his god represented here, among all of the other more praised.

As he drew nearer to the statuette, he noticed a small piece of parchment tucked between the depiction of the Warden and the wall. Curious, he slowly drew the paper into the candlelight. Watcher Hal unfolded and read the message inked upon its surface. 

Klark smiled to himself, before folding the letter and placing it carefully back. The Night Warden wasn't completely forgotten here. Klark prayed quietly for a long moment, before standing up and deciding it was time to get to work.

Slurb greets the half-orc. "Yes, we did see hell. Or near hell at least. I'm Slurb."

Fallion is tired, but the religious zealots who call themselves the 'Inquisition' annoy him all the same. These idiots held less power back home, merely a paper tiger but here... He would still rather keep his identity quiet for now. He tries to recall what the law said about appropriating property with dubious claims.

(If you need a roll, History: 24)

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@Halloween Event 

 

Fallion:

 

Fallion is approached by his trusty retainers. Effrita gives Fallion a hug, saying, "You're back! When I heard those horrible screams, I was so worried for you. How could you possibly kill such a creature? But you did it! Tell me, how did it go?"

Isabella stands behind Efritta with a knowing smile. "Fallion, you look exhausted. I've prepared your room in Tavern. When you're done here, I want you to take a rest, all right?" 

Saville awkwardly waits by. When Fallion is finished speaking to Efritta, he leans in and whispers. "I hope your feeling alright, as we've been thrown a curve ball. A courier in all colorful clothing approached me in the tavern. I have no idea anyone could manage to find me, since I usually cover my tracks pretty well. Anyways, she gave me this."

Saville hands Fallion a letter, sealed with a wax emblem. He waits for Fallion to open and read it. 

@Fallion 

Before Fallion arrived at Trishdale, Saville made sure to brief you on the law codes of the city. Partially so that Saville himself could circumvent them, but also to make sure that you wouldn't run afoul of the law. 

One of the sections read: 

Despite the separation between the Church and State of Trishdale, the Church has the right to temporary suspend individual freedoms and secular laws if there is due suspicion of a threat to Trishdale. The Church has used this clause in the past to make unwarranted arrests, searches, and even executions...

He finds that his heart swells with relief as he sees his retainers. He returns Effrita's hug, for once disregarding his public image for a moment.

"It went well, of course. I made quick work of the abomination, with help of course. You'll need to train hard to attain the same skills." He says, finding that he can still put up a front. The encounter did not break him.

"Isabella, thank you. You're always anticipating my needs and I- I'm thankful. It's good to see we all made it through the night. I'll sleep better knowing the town is safer for you all." A bit too emotional, aren't we? His logical side does not approve.

He pats Saville on the shoulder after receiving the letter. "Thank you Saville. Let's see what this letter reads..." He cracks the seal and opens it.

Fallion opens the letter to find a message written in neat cursive. 

Dear Fallion A. Tlanbourn,

We have much to discuss. When you have recovered from your encounter with the spirit, I wish to see you in my court as soon as possible. Show this to the guards at the door and you will be allowed passage. 

Signed, Lord Trajan 

He opts to keep silent towards the inquisitor then, as he has a decent excuse of being distracted by his retainers. He hands the letter to Saville with a raised eyebrow and says quietly,

"Lord Trajan. He knows who I am, which is unfortunate but not unexpected. I will go and meet him when I am ready. How well do you suppose you can get correspondence out without any undue attention?"

@Fallion

Saville responds, "I would normally feel pretty confident, but somehow that courier from Lord Trajan managed to track me. I can try my best- what do you want to send?"

@Limine

Limine spots the doctor from the sanitarium. His lab coat is still has spots of blood on it, and he gives her a knowing glance. He puts a finger to his lips, indicating he will be silent about his knowledge. 

Limine can't hide a big smile. She doesn't really care if people knew about it, but she didn't want to end up like the spirit either. "Well, can we split the money now? I really want to get some sleep. I walked all day and fought all night, I'm not as physically strong as the rest of you. 75 each? As for the magical items, do what you'd like with them."

Slurb requests the book, but he will give it to Mordekai if wants it.

@RazorDawn

He thinks for a moment. "No sense in worrying about what we cannot control. I would like to send a letter to Toremir, I want to know how his new position is treating him. Perhaps goad him a bit about the staggering difference in our 'exile', who knows? A personal letter."

Nolla returns to the tavern after finishing up in the office of the town's leader. She looks tired and worn out, clearly having seen too much during this past outing into the wilderness outside of town. She brushes her black ahir behind her ear as her gray eyes move over the tavern.

Moving up to the bar she orders a drink, settling down to relax and try to put asside the trials she faced with the group she went out with previously.

Healing 16 stress...

After taking time to relax at the bar, and then having a night's rest afterwards, Nolla spends some time at the bar, talking to those of a higher social status in the area. She tries to cultivate contacts over the next few days. (Using the high society carousing activity 3 times if that is allowed for her week of downtime... Just use the first roll if not allowed to do that.)
check: 12
check: 10
check: 22

Helena walks inside the tavern, the elven woman immediately going to the bar and ordering a drink. She spends most of the night there, wanting to compartmentalize what she’d seen over the past few days, and get over it, the image of a face taking the longest. Eventually she heads to the barracks where she’d gotten a bunk to stay and put her things. She takes off her armor and falls asleep.

Healing 16 stress

The next few days she walks around town and gets familiar with its layout, before hearing about patients in the sanitorium who might be able to help her search. She heads there to see if she might inquire about the lands outside of town from those fortunate enough to survive them, albeit in poor condition.

Downtime (Nolla) 

Nolla washes away her Stress with alchohol...

Complication?(only if roll below 5): 76

In the meantime, Nolla attempts to cultivate contacts among the nobility of Trishdale. 

(High Society Carousing is technically a primary facility, which can be added on a use of the bar or gambling hall, so it can only be used once.)

However, she finds herself snubbed by the occasional nobles who wander into the Tavern. All of them seem to be accompanied by several guards, who provide a silent barrier between her and the nobles. The social divide in Trishdale must be quite large...

Nontheless, after a week of resting, she feels a lot better. The strong brews of the Tavern have calmed her mind, and any of her wounds have healed. If she chooses to return to the abyss, she is ready. 

(Stress: 4-13=0 Gold: 78-10-30= 48 gp.) 

Downtime (Helena) 

Helena, having recently acquired a strange eldritch artifact, drinks away her troubles. What would Julia think of that...

Complication?(Only if roll below a 5): 83

Information is a precious resource in this corrupted land. Helena heads to the Sanitarium on the hill, intending to acquire some...

(You can make your rolls or choose to RP, though I may be slower in responding to the second option.) 

(Stress: 11-16=0 Gold: 78-10=68 gp)