I think I neglected to keep the thread going last week, so to recap:
We got to Sharn and found our contact at Morgrave. One of the researchers was willing to investigate the Oracle for us, but he needed "a favour".
It turns our he's been stalking one of the students and had this creepy file on her favorite things and daily schedule. Despite his "research", he needed some help landing a date.
An encounter was set up at Morgrave's pub, and we tried our absolute damnest to start a barfight and get this guy murdered by the bouncer.
There were many shennanigans involving the sorc's child corpse-puppet, sending stones, and psionic insults of the bouncer's penis size.
Despite our best efforts, we ONLY made him run from the building in tears,
so we have more work to do in Promoting Academic Integrity.
Weezard is super into this job.
Weezard: Well, what should I tell 'em?
Ranger: Hug him, then whisper in his ear, "I would rather kill myself than spend one day with you"
Weezard: Jolly gee, that's great! Can I hand em a peanut butter and pickle sandwich too?
Weezard: This is a great plan! But what's in it for me?
Me: Gold circles. How many would be required?
Weezard: No, no money. I just want you to come to mah magic show!
We gave the weezard Jia's photo (which the scholar had handy lol), height, weight, and all the shit we remember from his creepy fact sheet.
In return, we're going down to Lower Dura at night to watch his magic show.
And try to help reunite the weezard with his estranged son so they can learn to ice fish together for the holidays.
The son is a minor so I 100% expect this is our Jerker encounter.
We're helping the weezard get ready for the Jia illusion by brushing his hair while this plays in the background
but the scholar is deceived
DM: The weezard leans in. One hand is on Scholar's back, the other is in his pants.
DM: He leans in close.
Paladin: What does it smell like?
DM: It smells like week old stale beer.
DM: He nibbles on Scholar's ear.
Weezard: I'm pulling out a sandwich. I never want to eat this sandwich with you ever in my entire life.
Weezard: Now you take this sandwich, and you eat this in your apartment.
Weezard: You will forever be alone.
Deer in the headlights. Scholar drops the peanut butter and pickle sandwich on the floor as Weezard-disguised-as-Jia walks away.
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