The Blue Frog ale proves to be a rich ale flavored with swamp blueberries. The origins of the name start to be revealed as you drink. It turns the tongue blue and tends to cause belching that sounds like the croaking of a frog.
Wincing as his counterpart speaks loud enough to wake the dead, Fin looks him up and down before finally speaking "Me name's Fin, beyond that, we'll see what happens after this reading and maybe ye'll find out more about me. Until then let's enjoy these free drinks, as I know there ain't a dwarf alive who don't enjoy a good, free ale."
Excellent. What would you recommend? Perhaps we could find a table in an area that is a bit quieter? Zorn suggests.
She nods and points to a table. "Go and make your self comfortable. I'll be along in a minute. Just let me get someone to watch the bar." She considers the question about food very carefully, "We got some fine lobsters this morning and made an excellent bisque. I've got some lemon wood soaking, that I was going to have Owen cook put some butterfish filets on with some fresh rosemary. That should be very nice as well. Since Ambrose is buying the drinks, I thought I might broach a small cask of an excellent White wine I picked up from a trading vessel last year. The stuff is a little too pricy for most of my customers, but the sample I had was sublime."
Jason finds a young man in priestly vestiments with a large box of candles just coming to the Cathedral.
Jason
A first the young man doesn't have much to say, but once he realizes that you are genuinely concerned about what is happening with the Cathedral he begins to explain. Membership and attendance has been in decline. The High Priestess has had to let a dozen clerics go because she cannot aford them any more. The new temple of Bocob and the growing popularity of Kord seem to be factors in the drop in attendance and revenue, but he reveals that even with aggressive recruiting they are barely able to maintain the current low numbers. There are rumors among the novices that the High Priestess has given up. She seems to have little energy and motivation of late.
After speaking with the young man Jason will relay the conversation to Logan, assuming he wasn't their for it.
Speaking to Logan: This does not bode well, but perhaps we can turn things around. Would you object if i joined you for your sermon tonight? Also if would you be kind enough to mention during or after it that I will be providing instruction in combat tomorow from dawn till 11:00 I would appreciate it.
As Jason speaks his left hand absently rubs the woden disk of Pelor that hangs from his neck .
The remaining priests of the Cathedral of Pelor get out and talk up the evening's guest speaker. By the time for mass a pretty good crowd is milling about. However, it is not enough to fill the huge space or even all the pews.
Those of you drinking or dinning at the Lizard's Boat find the food is quite good and the ale superior. The White Wine also turns out to be of finest quality.
Disappointed with the turnout, Logan proceeds to give his sermon to the thin crowd. If time permits after the will reading, maybe he will be able to give another sermon tomorrow to a house with more attendees. Logan mentions Jason's offer of combat instruction.
Once finished with his sermon, Logan retires to his bed and gets some sleep before the morning.
The sermon is well received and neither priest nor paladin notes anything unusual with the congregation. Several people express and interest in the practice session on the morrow.
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The Lizard's Boat: Harrison Jakes
harrison takes the two apples, thanks the vendor and continues toward the Inn's door. he looks for a street urchin and gets his/ her attention and hands the other apple to the child with a friendly wink. continuin to the door he sees the inside as a patron is leaving, caatching the door as it was being closed. Upon entering he walks ito the commen room takeing note of all who are in there, where they are seated and if they seem to pose a threat...old habits never die. the front dest is peoped by a pretty half elf, or is that a full elf
'hard to tell with that one' thinks the fighter. He smiles pleasently as the fey folk were always easy to like. "Good day to you m' lady. I am in need of a room for some time...perhaps a seekIi would say. This Inn was recommended to me and spoken highly of. I see they under stated this fine establishment. " offers Harrison in as diplomatic of a statement as possible.
( look out tennisee, it seems the weather we just had is headed right for you!)
Jason stands silently by during the service. Focusing on being a silent reminder of Pelors strength. The worry he feels over the small service supplanted by the reaction of the people to the sermon. With luck and a bit of guidance from Pelor perhaps they can turn the situation around.
If anyone attempts to engage him in discussion of the training he will be polite but encourage them to show on the morrow. Making an early night of it Jason will wake shortly before dawn. He wont put his armor on this morning, feeling that most who attend will be in light or no armor, and will, if possible, borrow some weapons and armor from the church for training purposes.
At 10 till dawn he will be found on the steps of the cathedral, from their he will leave with anyone that has shown up for a nice open area where he will spend the next 30 minutes greeting the dawn and praying.
Jason will make an effort to memorize the face and name of anyone that shows, feeling that those who show faith in such an hour are the kind of people that can truly be counted on.
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I'll post a description of what he looks like this morning and more details on the setup of everything when/if I have time tonight.
OOC: My initial post describing the woman was in error. She is an Elf, rather than a half-elf. My appologies for the error. For the sake of DM pride you can pretend that it was difficult to tell if she were elf or half-elf.
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Originally Posted by Scotley
OOC: My initial post describing the woman was in error. She is an Elf, rather than a half-elf. My appologies for the error. For the sake of DM pride you can pretend that it was difficult to tell if she were elf or half-elf.
it is listed in post 24 if you wish to know where it is origanlly posted as such...btw, 1) did you get any bad weather and 2) will the simple psot i did do for your delicate ego (*snicker snicker*) and 3) if you want i can pick on tennesee as well as canada(eh)! and last but not least, 4) how are the Predators (hockey team) doing?
The practice session attracts a few locals, but none are really a challenge for the Paladin. That doesn't keep them from giving it a good try. The local followers of Pelor seem as devote and devoted as any you've seen. There just don't seem to be as many of them as you would expect in a town this size with such a large Cathedral here.
it is listed in post 24 if you wish to know where it is origanlly posted as such...btw, 1) did you get any bad weather and 2) will the simple psot i did do for your delicate ego (*snicker snicker*) and 3) if you want i can pick on tennesee as well as canada(eh)! and last but not least, 4) how are the Predators (hockey team) doing?
OOC: Okay, I made a correction of sorts. I think the weather either hasn't made it yet or somehow missed us. It has been very mild. If you can't think of any good Tennessee jokes, note that I grew up in Arkansas--that should make an easy target. I prefer to focus on the Tigers these days (basketball--final four here we come!)
OOC: Sorry things have been a little slow the last couple of days. RL issues have been really sapping my energy. Finish up any details for your characters and I plan to move ahead to toward the reading of the Will tomorrow.
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