#sidequest: dalliance in the demon wastes

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Friends

Wrapping up a D&D game, an escort mission sidequest. The characters are sentimental and drinking. The party is the goodness good guys. Honor bound, virtuous.

Lykas (gith fighter, worshiper of the Silver Flame): "It's a shame we have to part ways."

Scratch (npc): "That was the mission. I'm eternally grateful you all were here to protect me. You will be compensated accordingly on my return."

VerDan (elf necromancer): "we've all become much closer for it. I like to think of you all as friends."

Lykas, to Scratch: "we consider you a friend, too."

Scratch (npc): "what?"

Archibald (human paladin, worshiper of the Silver Flame): "of course! You may not be coming with us after this, but if you ever need anything!"

Scratch (npc): "I don't have friends. I have clients and associates."

Lykas: "and now, 4 new friends!"

Scratch (npc): "you literally just hired me as your legal representation. I think this is a conflict of--"

Archibald: "we stayed in contact these relived 10 years! That makes us friends."

Scratch (npc): "why?"

VerDan: "we like you."

Scratch (npc): "I literally just psychically killed someone while sitting in this bar. Because he was a little rude."

Lykas: "you can be close to people, you know? Open up."

Scratch (npc): "I'm literally lawful evil. I'm turning into a bonified fiend. A deity just spoke through me to announce the coming of the Age of Demons--"

Geneshan (kalashtar divine soul sorcerer): "do you want a hug?"

Scratch (npc): "a hu--?"

Geneshan, hugging them: "physical connection can be nice."

Scratch, not hugging back, but not fighting: "isn't this a little inappropriate? I'm your lawyer--"

Lykas, joining in on the hug: "awww cmon group hug!"

The rest of the party jumps in

Scratch tries to misty step out of it

VerDan counterspells

Scratch (npc): "what the fuck is wrong with you all?"

#EEEE #sidequest: dalliance in the demon wastes #DitDW #dnd #eberron #they'll convert him to good with the power of FRIENDSHIP #spoiler: they would not

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Before the Bleak Council

Scratch stands in a room before a round of greater fiends, many Prahkutu (speakers) for Demon Overlords.

One white Rakshasa speaks first: "You stand trial before the Bleak Council for your meddling in the Draconic Prophecy, despite not being a scholar or of any significance in it, and your continued contact with Khyber."

Scratch, a tiefling dwarfed in the setting: "To the accusations that I am insignificant, and mistakenly gotten involved in business so much greater than me, I am guilty. However, allow me to make my case to reduce my sentencing. A plea of insanity of sorts."

Rakshasa: "We have already discussed it extensively. Your punishment is death."

Scratch, rushed: "I'm not mentioned in the Prophecy. I do not know why Khyber has chosen to speak with me. But you know she does. That isn't being questioned or you wouldn't be sitting here."

The Council murmurs a bit: "This may be true..."

Scratch: "I am no threat to you, but I could be an asset. I can ask her any question, if you provide me years of mortal life. When was the last time any of you spoke with her directly? Based on your jealousy, I'd say it's been a while."

Prahkutu grumble: "Did you intend to come here to insult us?"

Scratch: "You all speak with your Rajah (overlords), and attempt to interpret the Prophecy. As I understand it, Khyber is the most knowledgeable in it. Instead of interpreting the prophecy yourselves, allow her to read it to you. Using me as her mouthpiece. A speaker. A sort of Prahkutu, if you will."

The Council gets a bit riled up: "Enough of this, gnat! Where do you get the gall--?"

Scratch: "I have nothing to lose! But you have much to be gained. You could have a direct line to the Progenitor now. You should be seeking to ally with me rather than threatening to kill me. But please-- if any of you believe that you know more than Khyber-- strike me down where I stand! It would be exceptionally easy for you..."

The Council begins arguing amongst each other: "Do you even have proof? How can we even be certain of your claims?"

A crack forms beneath Scratch's feet, spreading across the floor and splitting the Council's seating in two. He opens his mouth and two voices speak.

Khyber (through Scratch): "Fiends! Children of my children! Welcome. Your work has been much appreciated. The fruits of your labors are coming. The new Age of Demons approaches, and the Overlords will soon be released. Rejoice, for you will rule Eberron once again!"

The energy cuts off, and tension lingers in the room. The Council begins celebrating, and tempering their excitement, keeping composure.

Scratch, startled, shaking: "Is that proof enough for you?"

part 1

#EEEE #sidequest: dalliance in the demon wastes #DitDW #bleak council #ashtakala #eberron #dnd #khyber #tiefling #Scratch that

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Chosen One

The party arrives at Ashtakala, escorting Scratch to his meeting with the Lords of Dust.

Scratch (tiefling npc): "Should be easy enough for me to get into Ashtakala. I'm a fiend, and not important or powerful enough to draw the city's attention."

Lykas (gith fighter): "Wait, I thought you were some 'chosen one' being summoned by the Bleak Council..."

Party murmurs in agreement and confusion

Flamewind (gynosphinx npc): "Oh no. He's a nobody. Meaningless truly. I cannot overstate how insignificant this gnat is."

Scratch: "Yes. Thank you."

#Scratch that #EEEE #sidequest: dalliance in the demon wastes #DitDW #eberron #demon wastes #ashtakala #dnd

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Trial of the Devil Lawyer

Scratch was summoned by the Bleak Council in Ashtakala to defend his right to life. He is insignificant to the Draconic Prophecy, and yet Khyber, the progenitor dragon, speaks directly to him in his dreams. She taunts him and takes years of his life in exchange for answers about the universe. While Khyber sees him largely as a gnat, or a lab rat for her to toy with, the Council considers him a sort of interloper, meddling in places he has no right to be.

Days before the trial, after as much preparation as he could do, Scratch reached out to Khyber in his dream.

Khyber, blue incorporeal humanoid form, leaning back in a luxurious chair: "Ooh, do you have a question for me? You're so stingy with your life."

Scratch, sitting in a comfortable, plain chair, pouring two drinks and passing one to her: "What do I need to say to the Bleak Council in order to win my case?"

Khyber: "What makes you think you can?"

Scratch: "I didn't ask if I could or could not. I asked what I need to say. You see the timelines. If you want the years, hold to our agreement and give me the words for my trial."

Khyber hums thoughtfully, then leans forward: "How about I do you one better?"

part 2

#EEEE #sidequest: dalliance in the demon wastes #DitDW #eberron #bleak council #khyber #Scratch that #tiefling #dnd

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Sparring Match

Feeling great about their mission near-success, having fought fiends, dragons, fleeing to space for a decade, and surviving a demon city, now only needing to return home alive, the party celebrates at a tavern.

Archibald, human paladin: "You know, you really held your own in that dragon fight. You've certainly gotten a bit of an upgrade."

Scratch, tiefling bard: "Ah yes. I learned a few new tricks while you were in the Astral Sea."

Archibald: "Well, shall we test those tricks and that new sword of yours?"

The party, all buzzing, negotiates an anything goes sparring match in the street. Sorcerer (healer) on stand-by. First person to unconscious loses.

Scratch runs up, swings (miss), and runs the rest of his movement, misty step away.

Archibald: "Excellent try!" Haste, runs up, stabs (hits). His attack does extra damage and he realizes that Scratch is a little more than fiend-ish now.

Scratch swings again (miss), Far Step 60 ft.

Archibald, yelling: "Don't worry! You'll get the hang of it!" Runs up, swings three times (two hit).

Scratch stows the sword, Far Step 60ft, run 30ft, up-cast Synaptic Static. Archibald passes the save, but it still does significant damage. Scratch is panting, bloodied, and hoping he put enough distance between them.

Archibald, shouting: "Better! Much better!" Archibald runs up, hasted dash, attacks twice (Scratch casts Shield. One hits).

Scratch, spitting blood, opens leathery wings out of his back, and Dimension Door 200ft into the air.

The party, watching with their drinks, clenches up a bit. If Scratch is knocked unconscious, that is a long way down.

Geneshan, kalashtar sorcerer: "Careful, Archie. I can save him, but don't splatter the poor guy!"

Archibald, activating his winged boots: "Don't worry, I'll catch him." Archibald takes off, using his full turn to make his way towards Scratch. The next round, he'll have a guaranteed win. Unless Scratch keeps running.

Scratch, hanging on by a thread, knows nothing he could do would knock Archibald out in this one turn. Except maybe...

Scratch casts Sleep at the highest level he can, just enough to render Archibald unconscious. He starts plummeting to the ground.

The party squinting and looking up, gasps when they see Archibald falling.

Scratch casts Feather Fall, and Archibald falls delicately onto the dirt road. Scratch flies back down to the party.

Geneshan, running up to heal Scratch: "I knew you weren't such a bad guy. That was really sweet to keep him safe."

Scratch, dizzy, drunk, and bleeding out: "It was certainly that, and not because, if he hit the ground, he would have survived the fall, come back to consciousness, and continued the fight."

#EEEE #sidequest: dalliance in the demon wastes #DitDW #Scratch that #dnd #d&d #paladins #they are fucking wild

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A Twitchy Tiefling

After time together, Scratch in a moment of sentimentality told the party they may refer to them by their birth name, Gearradh. Now 10 years later due to time shenanigans and reliving those years avoiding their past selves, the timelines are aligning and they can return home to complete their escort mission.

After a combat where Scratch was the weakest, but far less pathetic than before

Lykas (fighter): "Wow! Gearradh, you have certainly grown more skilled these years!"

Scratch twitches: "ah yes. I was due for a bit of an upgrade."

After convincing some druids to let them pass with the tiefling because they were "on a mission" for him to "seek atonement"

Geneshan: "I had no idea you were such the actor, Gearradh."

Scratch twitches: "years of practicing in my daily life."

Sitting at a tavern, discussing logistics of Scratch being their legal representation for a play they want produced, as well as the band they formed (they were very bored in the Astral Sea for 10 years).

VerDan (wizard): "thanks for all your help, Gearradh. We appreciate the support."

Scratch twitches: "my pleasure. I truly think this is something special people will want to see."

As they are returning to Sharn to re-assimilate to their previous lives

Scratch: "I know I told you all you may refer to me by my Infernal name as a show of trust, but now that we have returned to the city, please only refer to me by my proper legal name."

Party confused and slightly offended

Geneshan: "I have noticed your twitching. Did we do something wrong?"

VerDan: "is my pronunciation cringe?"

Lykas: "you can trust us. Gearradh, tell us what's up."

Scratch twitches, and compulsively gives a little bow: "an unfortunate side effect of my upgrade, I'm afraid. I'd rather others not use it against me."

#EEEE #sidequest: dalliance in the demon wastes #DitDW #eberron #Grim Hollow #ya boy is a bonified fiend #true names are a bitch #dnd #Scratch that

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Security Detail

After a time mishap and 10 years in the Demon Wastes, the party escorts Scratch back home to Sharn. As soon as they return, he goes to report to the Baroness of Phiarlan, the person who hired the party to protect him, and the woman he admires most.

Scratch, wistfully as soon as he sees her: "Elvinor..." (he never uses her first name)

The Baroness, confused, looks around at the group. Scratch had completely forgotten that, to her, they had only left a week ago for a several month long journey. For Scratch, he has been locked in the Wastes for a decade. Coming home looking more fiendish and significantly different.

Scratch casts Lightning Lure to pull her closer, just out of range of the electric shock, and closes the distance with Misty Step.

Scratch looks her in her eyes and very gently places a hand on her cheek: "It's good to see you again, ma'am."

The tiefling is immediately stabbed by two invisible security guards. He falls to the ground unconscious. The party springs into action, fighting the guards, then reviving Scratch.

The Baroness looks down at Scratch, who she had recognized despite the confusion. She then moves to stands over the barely conscious head of the security detail.

The Baroness: "he was able to cast two spells, and even touch me, before you neutralized the threat. If he had been trying to hurt me, he easily would have. You're all fired."

#EEEE #sidequest: dalliance in the demon wastes #DitDW #Sharn #eberron #Phiarlan #Scratch that

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The City of Fiends

The party arrives at the bounds of Ashtakala. They can't make out the city inside of the whipping sandstorm. They all hold their breath as they enter, not sure what to expect. Scratch, the tiefling they are escorting, leads them in. He lived in the city for years what feels like a lifetime ago.

Flamewind, the gynosphinx and scholar of the Draconic Prophecy, steps forward beyond them all: "Finally, the City of Fiends."

The path opens beneath her, trying to swallow her up.

The party jumps into action, but unsure of how to fight the literal ground. Geneshan (sorcerer) uses vortex warp to get her out.

Flamewind flies into the air, but black sands surround her, forming into spikes and collapsing around her.

Flamewind: "No, please! Sovereigns save me!"

Scratch pulls out his contract with her and burns it.

The party fruitlessly tries to free her, then watches on in horror as the sands crunch down around her, then dissipate into the air.

Geneshan: "What happened?"

Party frantically murmurs.

Lykas (fighter for the Silver Flame): "Did you do this?!"

Scratch, a bit too gleeful: "No, but Dust I wish I had."

part 1

#EEEE #sidequest: dalliance in the demon wastes #DitDW #ashtakala #eberron #sphinx #Scratch that

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Mom and Dad are Fighting

The Party is escorting Scratch (tiefling) and Flamewind (gynosphinx) through the Demon Wastes to Ashtakala. Scratch is going for a summons, Flamewind is a scholar of the Draconic Prophecy and wants to see the center of the city of fiends. She and Scratch have a contract that he deliver her as safely as possible.

On the way, they fight an androsphinx, Onyx, pressed by Flamewind to kill him. Later it is revealed that it was for petty personal reasons. Now a month away from the instance, they find out that Onyx had shifted them back 10 years in time, but hadn't noticed in the largely unchanging Wastes.

Flamewind and Scratch have a bit of a disagreement...

Scratch: "Did you know?"

Flamewind: "I know many things, little fiend."

Scratch: "Enough of your bullshit cryptic answers. Did you know he could do that? Did you know when it happened and didn't tell us?"

Flamewind, after a pause: "I did."

Scratch: "You forced them into that fight, for a petty revenge. These people have lost much of their lives! But you don't care about them, because they aren't mentioned in your precious prophecy..."

Flamewind: "You of all people would know about ruining people's lives for petty revenge."

Scratch: "Damn me for agreeing to bring you!"

Party watches on, drinks in hand

Scratch: "But I did agree, didn't I."

Flamewind: "You did. It is in our contract. You'll honor that."

Scratch: "I'm a man of my word. I'll take you there, as safely as I can. But the fiends there won't be so gracious. They'll rip you limb from limb, pluck out each of your feathers, cut off your head and mount it on the library wall. They'll leave what's left of you for the vultures. Or maybe the merciful sands will shred you to bits before you can set a paw inside the city."

Scratch, getting into Flamewind's face, she towers over him: "I hope Ashtakala tears you apart before you get a damn thing you wanted."

Part 2

#EEEE #sidequest: dalliance in the demon wastes #DitDW #eberron #dnd #ashtakala #sphinx #tiefling #Scratch that

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Serial Romantic

Campfire bonding time with the party. They are sharing stories of loved ones. They look at Scratch, the tiefling npc they were assigned to escort.

VerDan, reading a trashy romance novel: "What about you? Anyone special in your life?"

Scratch: "Oh no. I don't have time for personal relationships."

Geneshan: "Really? I heard you were quite the romantic..."

A list of Scratch's significant relationships, age he was (time shenanigans made the years wonky, so age is easier to list), and why it ended.

Zaranith: 14-16 y/o. Scratch lived in the Demon Wastes, a sakah to a Carrion tribe. He chose to go to the city Ashtakala, and became enamored with the library. During his time in the city, he was propositioned by Zara, an incubus at the brothel. Scratch, being a wild, lonely teenager, accepts. While they engaged in a casual sexual relationship, Scratch never visited the brothel, or hired Zara for his sex work. Their relationship ended when Scratch met Caetlin, falling for her immediately. "You're leaving me? And for a woman?!"

Caetlin: 16-26 y/o. A tiefling sakah to another Carrion tribe. They met in Ashtakala, got married, and were happy for years. 6 years in, she got into trouble for stealing from the library. Afraid she would be killed, she ran away to Sharn, leaving Scratch in the night. He followed her to Sharn, taking a while to find her. She had become a B-list celebrity as a "human passing" token exotic actress. She was married to a Phiarlan man. Instead of talking to her, Scratch went to law school, took her to court, and ruined her and her husband's life in the divorce.

Soren d'Medani: 29-30 y/o. Soren is a well-to-do, Dragonmarked half-elf. Scratch took on Soren's father as a client. As he provided council during their time in Sharn, Scratch and Soren became smitten. They had a dom/sub (Scratch, Soren respectively) relationship. As the relationship went on, Scratch realized that Soren mostly kept their relationship private, and that he diminished the prejudices and harassment Scratch was experiencing. Soren refused to take Scratch to an important dinner, as a date or legal council because of "how it would look". Scratch could tell that he meant more that Scratch is a tiefling, and not the conflict of dating his council. Scratch ended the relationship then and there.

Vashkashtan: 31-32 y/o. Vash is a kalashtar living in Upper Dura, in the kalashtar district. Scratch moved to the area as his business improved. They met and it was refreshing for Scratch to not be villainized or sexualized for his race. They have a romantic, non-sexual relationship. Vash taught Scratch meditation, some psionics, and about the Path of Light. They invited their family to Sharn for the holiday, instead of traveling home, so that they can meet Scratch. It went exceptionally well, and Scratch had never felt so accepted or content. That ended when Vash expressed an interest in getting married, and Scratch's fear of commitment drove a wedge into the relationship.

Eliza Witherbee (of "The Sharn Inquisitive"): 35 y/o. After years of only casual encounters, and avoiding any long-term engagements, Scratch met Eliza at the Circle of Song (a bard collective). He sought her out for her skilled reporting, so that they could make a mutually beneficial arrangement for information. She inquired about also establishing a relationship with other benefits, specifying in the contract that it would last so long as they are in business with each other. When Scratch was summoned back to Ashtakala to report to a hearing before the Bleak Council, he broke things off with Eliza, certain he would die on his trip. She proposed, however, that if he lived, he should come back and see her again.

Zaranith (again): 37-40 y/o. Scratch was on a mission to Ashtakala. After some unfortunate circumstances, he and the party escorting him were transported back in time 10 years. Unable to return home at risk of disrupting the timeline, Scratch chooses to stay in the city, occasionally venturing into the Wastes. After a couple years in the city, he ran into an old flame. With nothing to lose, and under stress, they being hooking up again. This ended when Scratch met Aislin, and decided to enter a meaningful relationship. "You're leaving me. For a woman. Again?!"

Aislin: 40-45 y/o. On a few day journey into the Wastes, to Festering Holt, Scratch was surrounded by a Carrion tribe, with another tiefling (sakah) as chief. When they were about to kill him, Scratch instead promises service to them. After some time working with them, he and Ash develop a rapport, and become infatuated with each other. Scratch writes up a fiendish contract for Unconditional Love, benefitting both of them for the next 5 years. Scratch was candid with her that, after that time, he intended to return to his life in Sharn, and their contract would be finished.

Caught up to the present time, and the party is heading back to Sharn. Scratch will likely be reaching out to Eliza again.

#dnd #dnd ocs #Scratch that #EEEE #sidequest: dalliance in the demon wastes #ditdw #bards #backstory

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The Count of Monte Githto

After 10 years of the party hanging out in the Astral Sea to avoid aging, they return to Eberron to meet with the npc they were escorting. The timelines are syncing. The party learned skills from each other over the years, and decided to become space pirates, led by the githyanki in the group.

The npc tasked them with writing about their experiences for the newspaper later. Instead, Lykas, the githyanki, comes to them with another piece of art.

Lykas, handing over a notebook: "I wrote this."

Scratch (npc): "What is this?"

Lykas: "It is a play. The themes are obvious, but it isn't blatant propaganda. I intend to liberate the gith."

Scratch, more interested now.

Lykas: "I have recently found out my Queen is doing things I am less than morally agreeable to. I want to inspire my people to think critically about their-- our culture, and rise above."

Scratch: "How very noble of you."

Lykas: "I want to hire you. Get a copyright on this and help us get it on stage. 10% of any profits to you."

Scratch, with a devilish smile: "you know, I'm the personal legal council of the Baroness of Phiarlan (who essentially runs the media). I think I can get this on stage. I'll speak with her."

Lykas: "Really? That would be wonderful!"

Scratch and Lykas continue to talk logistics, like if Lykas wants the cast to be primarily Gith if possible (Scratch being passionate about racial representation and rights in the arts).

They reach an agreement, and Scratch begins to read the play.

Geneshan, sliding pages of sheet music on top of what Scratch is reading: "We also started a band..."

#EEEE #sidequest: dalliance in the demon wastes #DitDW #Eberron #githyanki #Scratch that #dnd

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Count to Ten

The party is on a timed mission, but gets into a fight with an androsphinx that sends them back 10 years. They don't notice for months.

One member, a Githyanki, says that, if they can't find the answers they need, they can all retreat to the Astral Sea to live out the 10 years without aging. Not ideal, but it does have some benefits. Plan D, really.

After discussion, the party decides to drink, gamble, and be rowdy. Lykas (githyanki) talks to Geneshan (kalashtar) who is stressed more than anyone, and only he knows she is secretly married to someone back in Sharn. A husband she may no longer be able to contact.

Lykas: "If we do get stuck in the past, I think most people would agree... those years don't count. *wink*"

Geneshan: "What are you talking about?"

Lykas: "I'm saying that, you here isn't married to your past husband yet. Past you is with him now. and Present husband doesn't exist yet."

Geneshan, visibly uncomfortable: "Lykas, I'm flattered but--"

Lykas, clearly drunk and not implying himself: "So these years-- if we are stuck --don't count. *wink*"

#he said 'wink' #EEEE #sidequest: dalliance in the demon wastes #DitDW #dnd #eberron #demon wastes #githyanki #kalashtar #she's group mom

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Telepathic Conversations

Geneshan, a kalashtar woman is doing her morning meditations. Scratch, the tiefling lawyer the party is escorting through the Demon Wastes, sits down and joins her. They speak telepathically:

Geneshan: “You seem to know the way of my people. Where did you learn?” 

Scratch: “I had a partner, Vashkashtan. We were together over a year and they taught me a lot.” 

Geneshan: “That is sweet. Tell me about them.” 

Scratch: “Vash is as kind as they are handsome. They changed me. I was a religious man, if you’d believe it. Being with them made one of the best years of my life.” 

Geneshan: “You seem like you were happy. What happened, if I may ask?” 

Scratch: “They wanted to get married. Unfortunately I’m already married to my work.” 

Geneshan, seeing that Scratch is half-lying: “Oh...?” 

Scratch: “And I’m a bitch in divorce.” 

#boy is so afraid of commitment #Scratch that #EEEE #sidequest: Dalliance in the Demon Wastes #DitDW #eberron #dnd #Demon Wastes #kalashtar

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The Good Ones

Being informed of their mission to escort Scratch, the Devil Lawyer of Sharn, into the Demon Wastes and back alive, the adventuring party has some questions.

Lykas, fighter and member of the Silver Flame: “Why? It got out once before, it can do it again.” 

Geneshan, kalashtar healer: “the Demon Wastes are dangerous, no?”

Pitch, shifter ranger from the Eldeen Reaches: “We were always warned not to cross that border. Or touch anything that crosses from it.” 

Archibald, paladin of the Silver Flame: “I’m sure we wouldn’t be called on if this weren’t a serious situation. Clearly there is more to this.” 

VerDan, Aereni wizard: “The Wastes are under-explored. This could lead to major findings. Or our imminent deaths.” 

Some bickering and discussion continues

Baroness: “He has been indispensable to have on my team. He has a...necessary meeting there. But he is brilliant and I need him back safely and promptly.”

Lykas, to the baroness of Phiarlan who hired them: “Why should we help a fiend?”

Scratch, with a devilish grin: “I’m one of the good ones.” 

#EEEE #sidequest: Dalliance in the Demon Wastes #DitDW #Scratch that #eberron #demon wastes #silver flame

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Sidequest

The baroness of Phiarlan and Scratch, a tiefling lawyer, are interviewing possible candidates for a dangerous mission into the Demon Wastes. A group of 5 adventurers from the Clifftop Guild in Sharn sit around a table. They have not yet been informed on what the job will be.

Lykas, fighter and member of the Silver Flame: “I don’t understand why we are meeting to be interviewed. Why all the secrecy?” 

Archibald, paladin of the Silver Flame: “No harm in wanting discretion. The baroness of Phiarlan is a major figurehead.”

The baroness and Scratch enter the room.

Lykas immediately stands and draws his weapon: “Oh. I see what the job is.” 

Scratch holds his hands out, panicked, moving back towards the door.

Baroness: “No, actually I need this one.” 

#EEEE #sidequest: Dalliance in the Demon Wastes #DitDW #Scratch that #eberron #dnd #Silver Flame

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Recruitment

Recruiting another team for an escort mission of Scratch into the Demon Wastes. The baroness of Phiarlan House and Scratch are interviewing potential party members for the mission. 

One guy from the team: “I see this is very difficult. Why are you choosing us?” 

Baroness: “You have all been chosen specifically by your unique talents and skills.” 

Scratch: “That, and my preferred team is currently indisposed.” 

#Scratch that #what a bastard #EEEE #sidequest: Dalliance in the Demon Wastes #DitDW #eberron