Game began nicely with a celebratory Oktoberfest dinner of sauerbraten and spaetzle by the players with cake as dessert. There was discussion about rules mechanics, and some of the problems of the Pathfinder paladin were brought up, including the rather redundant spell list. I decided that paladins, given their devotion to their god, should get a once monthly divination spell, since a little divine guidance might be appropriate for a holy warrior.
The party went shopping for a Make Whole scroll and found one. They used it to restore the candelabra, which they found was a Hand of Glory but for ghosts.
Heidi went and hung out with Armand the werewolf.
Anyway, the party was a bit stumped by the whole mystery with the ghost, specifically how to answer his questions of who had killed him and whether he’d been mourned, so Findar the paladin prayed for guidance.
Heimdall told him this verse:
The soul will rest in Hela’s Hall
When read what’s writ on western wall.
The party then decided to ask the obvious question: The western wall of what?
Everyone set out to gather information about this. Prince Fritzie aced it, going to the concierge desk of the hotel and not only finding out that there was a western wall of the city, but that the gravestones of St. Beryl’s had been used to reconstruct it after the great war, and moreover, the scholar Old Martin had been booked for a historic walking tour of the city for a private engagement of a few other guests but they surely would not mind such august personages as the prince and princess, King Tharn, the margrave and their retinue joining them.
This was exactly the case. The other ten guests consisted of two families: The first a party of four, lesser nobles taking time to visit the city along with their fourteen-year-old son and twelve-year-old daughter. The second was a mildly wealthy family blowing their savings in hopes of finding matches for their three daughters, the elder two of which were absolutely stunning, and the younger daughter not bad except in comparison to her sisters. The wife’s sister was accompanying them to help safeguard the girl’s virtue.
The party then joined the guest in the salon for the informative pre-tour lecture and while there, Findar asked the old scholar if he knew what now stood where the Blue Mermaid tavern had once stood. Interesting you should ask, said the scholar. When that was rebuilt after the fire, there were a number of nice houses built. An ordinary family purchased one and lived there until one day they all disappeared. The house was then purchased on the cheap and turned into a brothel which operated there prosperously for many years until all the inhabitants and the guests that night were found murdered in many grisly and horrible ways, some of which Old Martin failed his propriety check and told about, causing the bourgeois mother, ant, and youngest daughter to faint, ditto the youngest noble daughter, and exciting the interest of the noble son and the bourgeois middle daughter.
Anyway, after the hideous and scandalous murders, the brothel reopened and operated well for a time until someone went mad and tried to burn the place down. The house was then unoccupied expect for squatters, some of whom were then found murdered in myriad grisly ways. Then someone burned the place down successfully. The vacant lot was there for years, but more murders occurred there until the current structure was built, The Three Lilies, a florist shop, which has been there for slightly over forty years with no happenings of any interest except for the proprietor refusing to talk about the dark history of the ground beneath his place of business.
After reviving the family with smelling salts, and dealing with the vomit, the party set off on the walking tour. They found that the bridge had been destroyed during the war the but griffins on the bridgeposts were original, though there were stories that they weren’t destroyed because they were flying around during the great battle. He showed the damage to the post with the untouched griffin above.
Arriving at the western wall, the party located two stones of interests: a cenotaph dedicated to the ghost, now mostly worn away by tombstone rubbings and horses, and another stone high in the wall which read, once they got to it: HE WHO CURSES HIS OWN HOUSE SHALL INHERIT THE WIND. FORGIVE ME, RABBIT.
The old scholar was able to tell them that “rabbit” was a term of endearment from a younger son to an older one.
Armed with the gravestone rubbings, the party set up a dumb supper, inviting both Old Martin as well as the Marquis D’Ermot, who ran in at the last minute, coming in just in time to be possessed by the ghost.
The ghost overate again, nearly killing the marquis due to his corset. Findar slit it and the marquis at last passed out.
Once he had, the ghost had everyone finish the meal so he could eat the spirit of the food.
After that, he spoke, and the party was able to show him proof of him being murdered as well as evidence that he was mourned. The ghost was then laid to rest except his last unfinished business: gratitude to the party.
He told them if they had any questions, each of them might place a candle in the candelabra and light it and he would send a spirit to answer their question.
Heidi, meanwhile, had a werewolf date with Armand, as it was the full moon.