Couple of skill checks for more info:
Intelligence(History) for more about the city's founding.

16:46, Today: Roscoe Porridgepot rolled 18 using 1d20+4 ((14)).

Intelligence (Social?) not sure what that is, but I'll do a straight Int check)

16:48, Today: Roscoe Porridgepot rolled 9 using 1d20+2 ((7)).


Roscoe keeps his companions informed of his doings every night as well as his suspicions about the Red Eyes.   FULL DISCLOSURE!  (assume anything in the summary concerning Roscoe is party knowledge.)

After his week of combat, even with the lesser stakes of a pit fight, Brer seems happier than only a few days before.  Still, he does seem uncomfortable with the attention that it has drawn on him.  Still, he takes each member of the group aside, slipping them a small pile of assorted coins (20 gold each including himself).  With the gift each is an admonishment, “There can be more, but don’t spend it at once and definitely don’t make a show of it.”

Bricet gets a slightly different message, “I expect  more of you.  Come, let us speak with Dara.”  He doesn’t give any hints until the three of them are able to speak in private.  “Tempus has granted me many gifts and I used them to make money.”  He pushes a heavy pouch between the other cleric and Paladin. “This is one hundred gold.  I have no need for it so I’m charging you two with it to provide for the caravan.  Obviously they need food, but healing,  protection and organization as well.  You are more capable of that than I, but remember not to let this nest egg be known of.”

OOC:  history check: 18:13, Today: Brer Vodraz rolled 20 using 1d20+3.  History.

Dara is grateful for the help and looks forward to working with Bricet on welfare of the growing encampment.

Bricet has turned, as stated to manual  labor, it helps him go in to a state of numbness.  Brer's words and actions have humbled Bricet.  He was wrong in his malaise.  There is lawfulness, there is good and truth, he just didn't think to seek it with his companions.

Brer gets this message "I was in the dark, but you have steered me to the light.  I am grateful.  My strength is renewed."

Bricet helps Dara to help the welfare of the encampment, he also prays regularly to Tyr for sending him the message of lawfulness that he needed.

Brer shrugs, “No need for poetry.  Just do Tyr’s will.”  His attention switches to Dara, “And yours as well.  There is much comfort to give.”  He leaves the two to their discussions.


Another evening, over their meal he speaks with his companions, “So.  What has anyone learned?  What is our next plan?”

"We could stay here and continue struggling to keep these refugees fed, but that seems to be a fruitless endeavor.   I think we have done what we promised to do.  All we are doing is adding more mouths to feed and our talents might be better suited trying to bring the lawless lands around Baldur's Gate back to some sense of normalcy."

"I have a problem." Mouse says hesitantly. "I need to leave this place and find someone to help me. A priest I think. I don't know who to talk to to fix it though."

“Your eye?  I’m sure there is someone in the city who could help...  Otherwise, well we don’t know what has happened anywhere else, so any other target would just be a guess.”

"No... the thing we fought is trying to make me do things." Mouse shifts his feet. "I don't think it's safe for me to be around people here."

Excuse me.   Bricet walks off to find a place of silence to pray to Tyr for guidance in regards to mouses condition.

“How is it doing that?  And what does it want you to do?”  He frowns, “If I know what to watch for...  I can keep you from doing it.”

"I don't know how. I'm not a mage or a priest. It wants me to punish people who commit crimes. I don't know how to stop it or make it go away. And I can't be here, there are too many gangs around."

Brer sighs, “Doesn’t sound too bad.  Bricet believes people who break the rules should be punished and he doesn’t seem too want to flee.  Unless, of course it wants you to do unnatural things to them that is...  Any impulses to carve strange symbols, pluck out eyes, torture...  Otherwise, this place could use someone who is willing to provide order.

Mouse stars at Brer with his one eye. "Kill them. Make an example to scare everyone else."

"And is it any 'criminal' that you have to punish with death?   Like, litterbugs?
 How about quasi-legal things?  Like panhandling or underground pit fights?"

Mouse shrugs. "There was no instruction. But I'd rather not take my chances. Or their chances."

“You still haven’t said.  How is the message conveyed?”

"I get uncontrollably angry and want to kill them."

“And how do you know it was that thing we fought?”

Mouse stares at him a moment. "I never felt this before."

The cleric grunts, “So.  It’s not like you hear them whispering in your ear or see visions of them holding your hand as you plunge a dagger in someone’s throat.  That says to me the cause is still unknown if still disturbing.  Seems like isolation isn’t going to solve your problem.  We need to find someone who can end whatever compulsion you are feeling or at least a scholar who can point us in the right direction.

He pauses, a revelation coming over his face, “Just to be thorough...  no one else is having this feeling?  I for one am not.”

"I am not having these compulsions either."

Curiouser and Curiouser.
This message was last edited by the GM at 14:00, Sat 03 Apr 2021.

well guys I am just a simple hunter, but what if this because Mouse actually grabbed the statue right before it changed and it did burn your eye out and you shouted something about 1000 souls

Mouse just raises his eyebrows at that and nods.