Hotrek Shieldson |
At that man's smile, Hotrek couldn't help but smile back.
At least no harm came to us He thinks.
Turning to the Earl.
"Your grace, my thanks for without your presence , this might have gone much more badly. Would you happen to know who that man is? The most well armed of them. He seems the most calm as well. Also you are skilled with magics as well seeing that your blade blazed?" Finishing off with a bow towards the Earl as he heads back to resume his place beside the casket.
Game Master Scotty |
At that man's smile, Hotrek couldn't help but smile back.
At least no harm came to us He thinks.Turning to the Earl.
"Your grace, my thanks for without your presence , this might have gone much more badly. Would you happen to know who that man is? The most well armed of them. He seems the most calm as well. Also you are skilled with magics as well seeing that your blade blazed?" Finishing off with a bow towards the Earl as he heads back to resume his place beside the casket.
With his off hand, the Earl runs his hand down the blade, extinguishing the blue sparks.
Earl: Gibs something or other I believe. I know little of other than he is the local barber and the man is quite skilled with a razor. Gave me a fine shave this morning! As for my skills, I have some talent with magic and blade in equal measure, something I dabble in when time allows. The sword bears much of the blame for my perceived talent. Would you care to look good sir? One of yours was its creator several years ago.
Cradles it in his arm and offers it to the Hotrek hilt first.
Hotrek Shieldson |
Shaking his head. Hotrek declines regretfully.
"I would love to look at it but first, forgive me Your Grace but a friend common to us first needs seeing too. I'll be more than happy to look at this marvellous blade later with your permission however the funeral shouldn't be delayed any further."
Game Master Scotty |
Returning to the coffin, everyone picks it up with one smooth motion.
Kendra raises a questioning eyebrow, but doesn't speak.
A short march later places you before the open grave, where two gravediggers and the Father wait.
The gravediggers could be brothers or cousins of the men that just left, but act with great dignity and respect at your arrival.
The Father is an ancient looking man balding and stooped with time. What little hair he has is white with age and he leans heavily on a cane. Where his left foot should be, instead is a worn peg.
He peers intently and closely at each person that arrives, his gaze sweeping through each like a scythe through wheat.
Ysmerelda, Dawn's Rose |
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10, appropriate behavior/observation, for the ceremony.
Seriously? A three? I suppose the good news is funerals/interments should be common enough that that total should suffice...
Once the casket is placed properly, Ysmerelda steps back, her hands at the small of her back.
Game Master Scotty |
[dice=Knowledge (religion)]1d20 + 7, appropriate behavior/observation, for the ceremony.
Seriously? A three? I suppose the good news is funerals/interments should be common enough that that total should suffice...Once the casket is placed properly, Ysmerelda steps back, her hands at the small of her back.
The dice roller is evil right now. You are confidante that acting with respect and quiet is the right thing to do.
Hotrek Shieldson |
Hotrek doesn't flinch as the man's eyes rest upong him. Meeting it squarely instead, his gaze steady showing no give in them while he in turn studies the man in turn.
Game Master Scotty |
Once placed, the gravediggers slowly and carefully lay the coffin into the grave. The Father watches intensely, telling them to watch the edges, speed up the left or slow down the right, so that the coffin lies in the bottom in one smooth motion.
As they begin to fill in the hole he turns to the assembled crowd and opens an old worn book, filled with dog-eared pages and battered by time.
He begins by reading favored passages of Petros, attaching small stories told to him by the man.
He relates triumphs, tragedy, failure and achievement in equal regard.
He speaks of Petros’s commitment to duty and knowledge, his fierce desire to defeat evil and bring knowledge to the unlearned, and his great pride in his family and friends, even if they did not know of it.
He finishes his eulogy with the hope that all present will honor the man in the way he loved best. With a lust for knowledge and a fierce desire to battle ignorance and evil.
Deivon the Kinslayer |
Deivon offers a small whispered prayer one last time as the funeral ends. "Now let us retire and hear the Professor's will. It may give evidence to his last days as well as a fond farewell."
He then steps closer to the Father, nodding at him. "A fine eulogy, Father."
Hotrek Shieldson |
Hotrek offers his own ancedotes keeping in mind that some people do not see the professor in good light.
He speaks about his own experience and expressing his heartfelt appreciation of the man who shown so much and who have shown even more.
Seraphine Jakobs |
Seraphine tears up, remembering the fierce arguments they had, and how he would always laugh at the end.
I knew you for only a short time, but you were the only one to ever really accept my fire.
Her fists clench.
Ysmerelda, Dawn's Rose |
On the one hand, long rambling reminiscences are kind of the standard for funerals. On the other hand, at the end of the day, Ysmerelda is a sixteen year old girl & it's going to come out sometimes, so she might just not recognize that she's 'gone past the line'. On the gripping hand, I'm not certain how much fun that would be for everyone else.
Translation: I could have Ysmerelda give a long, rambling, self-revelatory eulagy; but only if the rest of you guys are okay with it.
Ysmerelda listens attentively as the others share their memories of the Professor.
Game Master Scotty |
On the one hand, long rambling reminiscences are kind of the standard for funerals. On the other hand, at the end of the day, Ysmerelda is a sixteen year old girl & it's going to come out sometimes, so she might just not recognize that she's 'gone past the line'. On the gripping hand, I'm not certain how much fun that would be for everyone else.
Translation: I could have Ysmerelda give a long, rambling, self-revelatory eulagy; but only if the rest of you guys are okay with it.Ysmerelda listens attentively as the others share their memories of the Professor.
This is for all. Having attended more funerals than I wish, with more to come in my future, this is a chance for your characters to express themselves. For many people, this is an opportunity to say your goodbyes, ask for forgiveness, give forgiveness or just have a last talk. It is a chance to heal or maybe, just bandage a wound that is bleeding. Its is often thought to be the last chance with the person in this world, for the next talk my be in person, on the other side. Just my thoughts.
Game Master Scotty |
Post eulogies if able but yes, I will try to move it along. I will assume that any speech and response has already happened, and adjust as needed.
The Father listens intently at each speech, nodding in satisfaction at the conclusion of each speech.
Once all have made their final words, if any, Kendra leads the group back to her home. Along the way she explains the Mayor will meet them and read her fathers will.
Hotrek Shieldson |
"His will? Why would it be involving us now?" His mind churning as he attempts to fathom why the late professor's will would require their presence.
His keen minds documents the day's events in his mind as he resolves to write it in his latest journal as much as possible.
Game Master Scotty |
When everyone arrives, Kendra invites them to sit at the table. It is quite large, so there is plenty of room for all.
Granny is finishing cooking a meal that looks to be stew, bread and baked potatoes. Junior is setting the table one piece at a time, intent that each piece is in precise right place.
A few moments after you arrive, but before you sit for dinner (if you choose to) Mayor Vashian arrives. A great heavy man with a small handlebar mustache, he seems out of breath and sweats profusely.
Peering around with his beady eyes, checks all here off on a list.
Satisfied with its completion, he opens the scroll case and launches into the will, reading loudly and ponderously through it.
Will posted in campaign info tab
Upon finishing his reading he sets the will on the table, spilling out a small iron key.
With hardly the breifest of nods he leaves.
Seraphine Jakobs |
So odd for him to ask something like this of us. Those books must be really important or he believes there is more danger than he lets on, to call all of us here.
She nods in thanks to Granny.
"Seems like we are, sweetie. For the month anyways."
She'll eat and make conversation with the others for now, but as things die off, she'll go sneak off to go look at the books the first chance she gets, if no one suggests looking at them first.
Deivon the Kinslayer |
Deivon is a little flabbergasted. Payment was expected, most who attend will readings receive such, but this was definitely an odd request.
"As odd as this may be, this is his will. And I also do not wish for anything vile to fall into disreputable hands. I shall stay, help as I can, then carry out this final mission for our dear departed professor."
Deivon the Kinslayer |
Deivon looks towards Kendra, nodding. "He wanted to protect you. A commendable deed for a loving father. I agree with Miss Sirsi here in that we should eat before we go and look at them. And, if I may, ma'am, ask that you not accompany us to your father's room. I only wish to continue protecting you like he did, and seeing these tomes may break that and leave his soul in, perhaps not anguish, then saddened at the least."
Hotrek Shieldson |
Taking the key the first thing Hotrek does is to tuck into the delicious meal that Granny has prepared.
"Let us fill out bellies before we fill our minds." saying little as he sits back and enjoys the meal.
After the meal, he gathers the others gently shooing Junior away from the door before entering it. Once he and the rest of his curious companions are inside, Hotrek will lock and bar the door before holding up the key in his hands.
"So who wants to open the legacy that the good professor has given us?"
Ysmerelda, Dawn's Rose |
Glancing a tad sharply at Deivon at his unconscious paternalism, Ysmerelda nevertheless refrains from adding an argument to what is already an uncomfortable occasion.
At Hotrek's words, she nods, thoughtfully. "Sooner done, sooner we know how...
insightful, Professor Lorrimor's, concerns, were."
Game Master Scotty |
When the meal is completed, Kendra (Junior holding the edge of her skirt) leads the group to her fathers bedroom. At the foot of the bed is a small iron and oak chest.
She motions at it with her hand,
Kendra This was his. I remember it from even as small as Junior. It always held my fathers secrets. Please.
Game Master Scotty |
The key fit easily within the key hole, turning smoothly it opens to reveal several old worn books and one newer one with a note pinned to it that bears the phrase "Read Me First!".
The noted book is in the Campaign Info section as Journal.
The other books have notes tucked in them indicating to whom they should be delivered to at the approved time.
Three are marked for Prof. Montagnie Crowl, they are:
On Verfied Madness, a jet black book.
Serving Your Hunger, a bone spine cover with leather pages.
The Umbral Leaves, iron bound book with thin metal pages, quite sharp!
The final book is destined for Judge Embreth Daramid.
Untitled, this rich purple leather book contains a brass scarab set with a single eyes in the center. Rimmed in polished steel and locked tightly, you can find no key within the chest.
Deivon the Kinslayer |
Deivon looks at the books closely. He shudders as he spots the book Serving Your Hunger. But as he reads over the journal he begins to furrow his eyes. The Whispering Way?
He scrounges his mind for as much info that he could remember about them.
I want to roll a knowledge check to see how much I know about them, but not sure which one...