The Temple of Pelor (1)

[Inferno]

Sir Ugghra, half-orc aristocrat:

Orando, enchanter
"The female of the species and all that," comments Orando with a smile to the refined half-orc brute. "It's charming you consider me female. Is that safer for your world view?"

The traditionalist troglodyte didn't quite understand what the she-elf was getting at. You know how tiresome it is with foreigners, let alone elves. So he politely ignored the question, which usually worked in these unfortunate and embarrassing situations, and hoped for the best.

Orando, elf
"Small village folk have scant to do except drink and fuck," says Orando to Ugghra afterwards. "I'm not sure if these different paramors are a common and legitimate lead, or just human nature."

"While Your Point Is Eloquently Made, As Usual, I'm Afraid I Must Disagree. There Is Clearly A Connection With Each of The Victims Going Missing The Very Night They Were Jilted By A Mysterious Romantic Stranger. The Odds Of It Being Mere Coincidence Are Astronomical. Its Helpfulness In Our Investigations, However, Is Another Matter."

Orando, elf
"...Perhaps a more bold ploy to shake loose true clues and insights? I have some ideas," says Orando, who is known in some circles as the Trickster Mage.

"I Can Only Imagine," sniffed Sir Ugghra. "I Do Thank You For The Advance Warning Though. It Is Rather Sporting Of You."

Once they returned to town, Ugghra would steer clear of Orando, after politely thanking her for the pleasure of her company. The gruesome gourmand went to a wine shoppe or inn tavern to acquire a bottle of wine to make good on his promise to the enterprising young Ernie. While at the counter, with cash in hand, he idly enquired, "I Say, Have You Perchance Heard Tell of a Vintage Named The Black Lotus?"

[OGRE MAGE]

The two investigators make their way back into town after a long jaunt through the farming countryside. The day is starting to get late for the pair, about mid to late afternoon now. Orando tells Ugghra that he has a few ideas on how to solicit even more information but, Uggrha is more concerned about getting Ernie his bottle of wine that he promised him.

The Crusty Jug is the only winery around for miles so Ugghra heads there to make a purchase. He is met at the bar by the proprieter Stew Kresty himself and he responds to the dandy's strange question.

Hello there good sir! I can tell by your attire that you are in the right place. Black lotus you say? Nope never heard of anyone making wine out of that plant before. He looks at you for a long time, why do you ask?

[Inferno]

Sir Ugghra, half-orc aristocrat:

"No Reason, Good Sir. Someone Mentioned It In Passing."

He purchased a modest vintage, and brought it to Ernie at the temple before sundown, as promised. Sir Ugghra was a monster of his word.

Then he set out to find the other investigators to share the day's findings over supper, and enquire if there were plans to visit the Devil's Pitchfork this evening.

[Grognardsw]

Living four centuries has enabled Orando to read people well. He is amused with Ugghra discomfort.

"You are an intriguing brute my friend! I'm waiting to see all the repression burst out."

Orando parts ways with the half-orc and takes to his inn room to smoke, for the mystery of Brotherton is a three pipe problem.

[Inferno]

Sir Ugghra, half-orc aristocrat:

The loathsome lord replied, "I'm Sure, Madam, I Have No Idea What You're Talking About. You, Either, For That Matter, If You'll Be So Kind As To Pardon My Candor.

"What You Naively Label Repression, I Call Discipline, Contol, Self-Restraint, Willpower, and Order. Without Which, Civilization Itself Would Perish From The Oerth!"
"Good Evening."

[Grognardsw]

...Civilization Itself Would Perish From The Oerth!"

A first exclamation mark from Uggrha! His control is slipping!

[Inferno]

That's Sir Ugghra to you, bub!
Methinks Ugghra doth protest too much.

[OGRE MAGE]

[Grognardsw]

Orando parts ways with the half-orc and takes to his inn room to smoke, for the mystery of Brotherton is a three pipe problem.

During his second pipe Orando opens the window and looks out upon Brotherton. A small place this village, with small people. Why would someone bother to snatch them away? There is no profit in it, no revenge against so many individuals. A darker motivation perhaps, a gathering of victims whose blood and souls serve dark purpose. Does the mayor have an inkling?

Gossip moves like wildfire in small villages. The lack of witnesses implies magick. The only known sorcerers are the alledgedly long-dead Mortimer and the old woman alchemist. Both bear further investigation.

The elf blows smoke out the window, watching birds and passersby. Is that Epi wandering about? Orando wonders what she looks like under that armor.

[Grognardsw]

Orando eventually makes his way downstairs to the tavern, to drink and await his colleagues and determine if they'll be visiting Pitchfork's or retiring to bed and the tower tomorrow.

[Grognardsw]

After several drinks, Orando thinks they may be at that other tavern, so he heads over to Kresty's.

[OGRE MAGE]

Ernie the acolyte stands at the doors of the temple with squinty eyes and a bubbly smile on his face. He burps loudly into his sleeve as you approach.

Wait. hic Where is Orando? hic

[GreyWolfVT]

Odilo shrugs at Ernie's question "Who knows with that one."

[OGRE MAGE]

Ernie

He better not be dead!

If you are here to see Brother Tomas, hic he's not in. But, he told me that, if you actually make it back, hic to tell you that, you should have dinner with him at The Crusty Jug at sundown. hic

It is currently about 3 hours till sundown.

[OGRE MAGE]

Grillock rolls his eyes.

This priest is a hard man to get ahold of.

What do we do in the meantime? I'm for having a few more ales but I suppose we shouldn't be trashed when we meet with him.

[GreyWolfVT]

Odilo "Well I have a tailor to go get some better clothing from and well it does not appear the fathers underling cared much to remain sober, so whats stopping us?"

[Scott308]

Father Dowling

Well, if we cannot see Brother Tomas right now, I guess I'll go over and see if the mayor is unwilling to see me as well.

The priest will head over and attempt to gain audience with the mayor, even though he expects it to be an exercise in futility.

[OGRE MAGE]

The group splits up again to handle individual errands before meeting with Brother Tomas for dinner.

Odilo and his sidekick Grillock head back to the over friendly tailors to pick up his new clothes while Father Dowling leaves with hopes of having another audience with the Mayor.

Epi and Ugghra are yet undecided.

[Cauchy]

Epi

"I guess I'll go over and see if the mayor is unwilling to see me as well."

Epi smiles knowingly at Father Dowling, "I can tell you how that is going to work out."

"I think I'll go see if I can have a chat with the potion maker...the bartender at the tavern tried to slip something into my drink and perhaps she'll be able to provide some information." She shrugs, "Yeah, well, admittedly just slightly more probable than the Father's quest."

[OGRE MAGE]

Epi sympathizes with Dowling's mission and decides to go on a wild goose chase of her own.

She leaves to go see the alchemist witch that Odilo had so much fun dealing with.

She heads back towards the smelly fishermen's shacks.