INVESTIGATE THE BREAKWATER TAVERN

Metaphysical / Paranormal event

Murderous Ghosts and Zombies haunt a run-down tavern. OSHA intervenes.

INVESTIGATE THE BREAKWATER TAVERN   I’ve recently purchased The Breakwater Tavern, as it is in a prime location along the road between Argetshire and The Gnomish Towns. Unfortunately, I’ve found out that its original owner Madame Acelina went mad and ax-murdered her guests, and now the place is haunted! Please clear out all the ghosts, ghouls, and writhing shadows so I can get to repairing! I’ll reward the group that completely clears the space with 1,000 gold pieces, free future stays, and some magical treats! Seek out Frefril in the town of Calebsfort for directions to the tavern!   Reward: 1,000gp Future free room & board 1 magical treat each!   Participated: West Lee, Yamaya, Alastair, Rosswell and Ross Fairweather   Report 0026 Filed at Briggsfall Office   "Investigate the Breakwater Tavern"   I awoke, as I usually do, in a hollowed out tree with little recollection of what happened the day before. On this auspicious occasion, I felt drawn to Briggsfall, where several ambitious adventurers gathered around some parchment nailed to a wall.   After encountering a board of clipping and being assigned a number, myself, West Lee, and a Well pair of Rosses made our way out to assist a gnomish benefactor named Frefil with a ghost problem. We made our way to Calebsfort and found Frefil in what can only be described as a manic state which I came to discover was a rather consistent state of being. Having arrived in the evening, we took a night of rest to gain some advantage over the spectres lurking about in the tavern. A rather strange and moist young woman snuck into our presence while resting at the local in, introducing herself as Yamaya, and appeared quite interested in Sir Lee's eye shield. The girl seemed lonely and eager for adventure, so I invited her to accompany our party to Breakwater. The rest of the party seemed less enthused, but none protested with any conviction.   The tavern itself was drab and devoid of any life, or so it would seem. We investigated several boarded openings until some shrill laughter sent shivers through my body. Yemaya improvised a way into the tavern by falling through a less than sound roof, and appeared immediately distressed by the darkness surrounding her. At this point, we chose a less cautious approach, and I breached a door on the second floor.   Structural issues abounded as I immediately fell through the floor and encountered the longsuffering concierge of the tavern, Jeeves. He proved to be exceptionally helpful, if not proud and stubborn. Jeeves directed us toward Esmerelda, a spectral guest who remained with him in the tavern. She proved quite kind, and illuminated the state of the restless souls currently inhabiting the tavern, as well as the former proprietress's whereabouts.   After dispatching a couple of angry cooks and Rosswell skillfully lighting a fire in the hearth, we determined that the viscous ichor replacing any source of water in the tavern seemed to be a source of corruption, or at least a symptom of it. We made our way to the rooftop once again, careful to not repeat Yamaya's improvised entry, and traced the source of the black ichor to the water tower, where I determined the persistent laughter I had been hearing originated. A bloated corpse had been festering in this tower for some time; we deduced that this was none other than Madame Acelina, who had discarded her flesh after concluding her rampage, and persisted as a spirit, which saw fit to immediately assail us after discovering the corpse.   After dispatching Madame Acelina's ghost, our party interred what corpses we could gather so that they may find their way to the Astral Plane, and be at peace.   Our benefactor, Frefil, appeared grateful that we completed our task, yet no less manic at its conclusion. She appears to have struck a bargain with Jeeves to continue to concierge the tavern, and I hope that the day will come that we might meet again. Frefil bestowed upon the party a sample of her candied wares, as well as one thousand gold, split among those of us who presented paperwork to the OSHA hall. Yemaya was left out, but I will try to convince her to take a board of clipping next we meet.   I must take my leave, but this organization does appear quite intriguing, and a source of many labors.   Many thanks as well to this fine fellow who seems to be a professional of taking "dictations."   Alastair the Greene