Carrion Crown (Inactive)

Game Master Big Joe

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Lepidstadt

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Clover's Crossing former Church of Pharasma

Initiative Rolls
[dice=Delixia]1d20+6[/dice]
[dice=Kisasi]1d20+5[/dice]
[dice=Mihaela]1d20+12[/dice]
[dice=Smaranda]1d20+4[/dice]
[dice=Thistle]1d20+4[/dice]


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Female Human Inquisitor 4 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 20 | T: 12 | FF: 18 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +3 | Will: +6 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9

Delixia looks down at the prone Kisasi as he comes too. She folds her arms and considers punching him in the face for hiding this from her. "I suppose it would be rude to knock you unconscious again right after coming to, wouldn't it? If things weren't such a mess right now I'd run you and that abomination through right here."

Blowing out an exasperated breath she looks over to their prisoner before telling Kisasi "Get up already, we have more work to get done and don't have time to lie about all morning."

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M CN Dhampir Kinslayer (Inquisitor) 4 | HP: 23/23 | Sanity: 44/44 (3/22) | AC 17 Tch 13 FF 14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:+6 | Init: +5 Per:+11 SM: +9 | Active: none

"Very well." Kisasi stands up, brushes himself off, and looks around. "So what have we learned about our fiddle player here?"

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

"Yes I know how to treat your wounds. It was part of my studies when I was a much younger man and before some more militant individuals assumed leadership roles in the church." Father Grimbarrow steps back as Kisasi gets himself up off of the ground. "I also know that you suffer the same weakness as that which helped to sire you."

He gestures to his two acolytes. "Come see me at the church when you have time. I may have answers that you seek or at the very least can provide you some insight into this backwater place."

Father Grimbarrow takes his leave with the acolytes trialing along behind him.

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M CN Dhampir Kinslayer (Inquisitor) 4 | HP: 23/23 | Sanity: 44/44 (3/22) | AC 17 Tch 13 FF 14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:+6 | Init: +5 Per:+11 SM: +9 | Active: none

"Now hold on there. I appreciate the help, I do, but I was NOT sired by some undead monster. My mother was attacked by such a beast on the day of my birth. She did not survive, and it was only by some miracle that I did."

As if suddenly just realizing his fists were clenched, Kisasi drew a deep breath, relaxed, and simply said, "I apologize. Thank you for your help, and we will come see you once we have cleaned up this mess."

As the priest leaves, Kisasi avoids eye contact with the others, staring at the elven girl. "Do we know her story yet? It looks like this threat is over here, but we may want to get back to town to make sure those have also fallen."


Female Human Inquisitor 4 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 20 | T: 12 | FF: 18 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +3 | Will: +6 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9

Delixia disagrees completely with Kisasi's statement but bites her tongue. This isn't the time or place for that discussion.

"We have the fiddler as our prisoner for questioning. We've picked up another -". Delixia trails off as she looks over Smaranda and Thistle few people who are interested in the well being of the townsfolk."

"We should question the fiddler to find out what was behind this travesty. We also should be getting back to make sure our hostess is safe."


CG Dwarven Cleric of Desna 4 | max HP: 31 | Sanity: 40/40 (2/20) | AC 19/12/17 | F:+5 R:+3 W:+6 | Init: +4 Per:+6

"Yes, yes, it is all well and good to be casting aspersions about. Very helpful that is. But not useful, I think. Father, before you go, could I trouble you to ask what service we could render to gain possession of that wonderful wand? It seems that our companion here - Thistle completely ignored the fact that he had known Kisasi for less than a half and hour, and much of that time had been while the dhampir was unconscious - will likely suffer similar wounds in his efforts to free this place of its undead oppression, and the spells that can heal him, I don't currently have memorized. maybe upon the morrow, but not as of right now. Oh, as yes! What about the fiddle player?"

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M CN Dhampir Kinslayer (Inquisitor) 4 | HP: 23/23 | Sanity: 44/44 (3/22) | AC 17 Tch 13 FF 14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:+6 | Init: +5 Per:+11 SM: +9 | Active: none

I am standing right here and can here you.

Kisasi looks at the elven girl, and if she is unconscious, he tries to wake her. "Miss? Can you hear me? Do you understand me? What is your name?"

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

@ Thistle "See me later and we can discuss it." he says over his shoulder as he is making his way down the hill.

The elven women and former fiddle player lays unmoving but breathing on the ground and is neatly bound with rope that seems it would surely hinder any form of physical escape should she wake.

Kisasi shakes the women's at her shoulder with no response. Being this close you can see the large hematoma on the side of the women head and that the bruising has stretched onto her cheek.

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M CN Dhampir Kinslayer (Inquisitor) 4 | HP: 23/23 | Sanity: 44/44 (3/22) | AC 17 Tch 13 FF 14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:+6 | Init: +5 Per:+11 SM: +9 | Active: none

"Dwarf... what's you name? You sound like a healer of some sort, can you do anything for her?"


Female Human Inquisitor 4 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 20 | T: 12 | FF: 18 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +3 | Will: +6 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9

Delixia scoffs at the question and rolls her eyes. "Best to leave our prisoner out of it while he answers less he talks her into unconsciousness once more."

Turning to Smaranda she adds, "I'd like to hear your tale. What exactly are you doing in the middle of the graveyard with all of these undead that you supposedly despise so much? Hmmm?"


Dhampir Monk (Spirit Master) 8 | HP: 68/68 | AC: 22 T:22 FF:18 | F +9, R +10, W +9 (+2 vs. necromancy, disease and mind-affecting effects) | Init +5, Per +15 (darkvision) | CMD 36

The girl thinks for a moment. Her tale wasn't terribly long, but she didn't think they had time for the full accounting; besides, she didn't feel comfortable sharing all of it with this angry woman who was just looking for an excuse to kill her. So she settles on just the relevant bits.

"Came to the funeral. For the Pr'fess'r."" She drops her gaze and starts scuffing the dirt with one foot, clearly embarrassed. "Got held up on the road, was too late."

Out of a pocket of her ragged and dusty shirt she pulls out a small package wrapped in a piece of leather. She unwraps it to reveal another wrapping, this time a much-used, but clean, kerchief. Inside the kerchief there is a piece of paper which Smaranda carefully takes out and shows to Delixia. It is her invitation to the funeral, surprisingly pristine given the grubby state of the girl and her clothing, containing her full name and with the address noted as 'somewhere in Lozeri'.


Female Human Diviner 2

Seeing no one else taking the lead Dexixia picks up the unconscious elven women and begins carrying her back towards town. The group walks along in silence each lost in their own thoughts for a moment until making back into Ravengro.

Coming back into town you can see townsfolk loading carts with the bodies of their previously buried loved ones. Several acolytes from the local temple of Pharasma are both treating the wounded and saying prayers over the bodies before providing direction as to what to do with the now twice dead.

You are able to skirt the edges of the activity and return to the Lorrimor home. You are greeted by Kendra Lorrimor after she unbars the front door.

"Welcome back. I feared the worst when your return was delayed. Did you ever find out who or what was the cause of the music? Or where all of the zombies came from?"


Female Human Inquisitor 4 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 20 | T: 12 | FF: 18 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +3 | Will: +6 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9

As the nosferatu-born relays her story, Del isn't sure whether to feel pity or frustration for the girl. When she shows the ragged piece of paper to her though, something in her resolve weakens. Perhaps it was the fact that this creature traveled all this way for the funeral and missed it or maybe it just seemed like Smaranda needed a break. Instead of continuing to drill into her she simply offers a curt nod of her head in acceptance and continues on to the mansion with her charge over her shoulder.

Kendra wrote:
Or where all of the zombies came from?

With a sidelong glance at Smaranda and Kisasi, Delixia offers "I'm afraid the undead and abominations of this world are closer than we had feared."

She answers the first part of the question by plopping their bound prisoner on the floor. "No answers yet m'lady, but we plan to get some information on that very subject from this one here. I take it you remained safe? Any problems while were gone?"

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M CN Dhampir Kinslayer (Inquisitor) 4 | HP: 23/23 | Sanity: 44/44 (3/22) | AC 17 Tch 13 FF 14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:+6 | Init: +5 Per:+11 SM: +9 | Active: none

Before letting anyone move the girl, Kisasi makes sure she is stable and able to move.

Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Then he follows as Delixia storms off. Ignorance breeds prejudice. Nothing new, I suppose. She does at least seem to be willing to listen, so that's something. And she was friends with the Professor,
so that is something too.

Once back at the house, Kisasi adds, "This elven lass was playing a magic fiddle that seemed to be making the dead rise. We don't know yet if it was malicious or accidental, and I was examining the instrument when something knocked me out. Father Grimbarrow helped us out, though, so we need to go speak further with him. What can you tell us about him?"

"Also, I wonder if your father had any books or notes on something like this fiddle? It might give us some insight. Anyway, once things calm down, I aim to examine it more closely and see what it is all about."


Dhampir Monk (Spirit Master) 8 | HP: 68/68 | AC: 22 T:22 FF:18 | F +9, R +10, W +9 (+2 vs. necromancy, disease and mind-affecting effects) | Init +5, Per +15 (darkvision) | CMD 36

Smaranda follows the others meekly, trying to stay out of Delixia's way in particular. She takes in the aftermath of the undead rising as evident about the town, feeling a bit aimless now that the threat had been apparently dealt with. Reaching a house that most of the groups seemed familiar with, she doesn't know what to do and mills about on the entrance steps, glancing sheepishly at the woman who had answered the door. People were not in the habit of inviting her inside their homes, and she wasn't sure if she was welcome here.

Mustering up some courage, she whispers in an aside to Kisasi, whom she felt safest to talk to. "Who is she?"

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M CN Dhampir Kinslayer (Inquisitor) 4 | HP: 23/23 | Sanity: 44/44 (3/22) | AC 17 Tch 13 FF 14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:+6 | Init: +5 Per:+11 SM: +9 | Active: none

"This is Kendra Lorrimor, the Professor's daughter. She has been very accommodating, and one of the Professor's final requests was that we watch over her for a month. Since you were one of his invitees, I would say that includes you too. Come on in, it is safe in here."

Kisasi introduces the new "recruits" to Kendra and explains what happened at the cemetery.


CG Dwarven Cleric of Desna 4 | max HP: 31 | Sanity: 40/40 (2/20) | AC 19/12/17 | F:+5 R:+3 W:+6 | Init: +4 Per:+6

When he walked into town with the others, Thistle was certain that there was going to be trouble. That one - DAY-LIX-EE-AH - was spoiling for a fight, and was so ignorant of things in the world around her that she was liable to go snapping the noses off those that would most enjoy helping. Not that it did any good to tell her, though. The one time he had tried, the woman had threatened to "introduce his nose to his navel", whatever that meant.

When they arrived in town, though, his face split into a beaming smile.

"Kelendra! By the Travel Maid herself, how you have grown! I haven't seen you since you were knee high to...well, to me. It's been night on...well, a great many years now, hasn't it? I was so sorry to hear of your father's passing, and I even sorrier that I couldn't get here in time to attend his funeral. Still, I had no idea you would be here. What a joy. A silver lining to the dark cloud, as it were. And you know these others? That's wonderful. "


Female Human Inquisitor 4 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 20 | T: 12 | FF: 18 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +3 | Will: +6 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9

Delixia rolls her eyes at the dwarf. "Seriously? All the syllables that pour out of your mouth and you can't even get the name of our hostess correct?! KEN-DRA. Not Kelendra."

Turning to Kendra the inquisitor offers an apology. "I'm sorry, I thought he knew you this one. I should have know after he took out Kisasi in the fiddler battle. Say the word and I'll reinsert him back in graveyard we found him in.". Delixia places her large hand firmly on Thistles right shoulder.


Female Human Diviner 2

"First and foremost welcome to my home and the former home of my father Petros Lorrimor. Please come in and make yourselves comfortable. Take the elven women over to the sitting room and place her on the couch. I will fetch a cool rag and my fathers aid kit to see what can be done for her. If need be I am sure we can get further aid for her from the temple."

As she moves with the group towards the sitting room she speaks. "You must be Smaranda." she says as she turns to look at the ashen skinned women. "Father mentioned more than once that you where always a bit reticent in his dealings with you. Yet he always had hope that you might one day overcome that and blossom into a great women. He saw something special in you otherwise he would not have expressly instructed for you to be in attendance at his funeral and will reading. I am truly sorry that I did have difficulty in locating you which seems to have resulted in you running a bit behind several of the other invitees. No matter though. Know that you are safe here in the Lorrimor home and are welcome to accommodation here for at least the next month per the will of my father."

"Now you." she says looking at Thistle. "You must be Thistle. Thank you for your condolences."

"My but you do talk quite quickly don't you." She pauses a moment. "You also are welcome to accommodation here in my home."

"Now a word of warning for both of you." She gestures between Kisasi and Smaranda. "Not everyone in this town will be as accommodating to you as I am. Be careful of who you choose to reveal yourselves to lest it lead to conflict or worse. This is a town filled with distrust of those from outside it. To change minds and hearts here you must work to win the trust of the townsfolk and there are some that will never choose to trust you no matter what you do."

"Now you mentioned a fiddle player was the cause of today's problems. I seem to remember a tale that took place near here about a similar event. Let me see if I can find that book among my father's books while I also retrieve the aid bag and cool damp cloth for our injured guest."

Kendra moves off to her father's study leaving you all in the sitting room with the unconscious elven women.


Female Human Inquisitor 4 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 20 | T: 12 | FF: 18 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +3 | Will: +6 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9

When Kendra offers Thistle accommodation in her home, the large inquisitor removes her hand from the dwarf without further word. It would appear everyone here is welcome then. Nodding to herself once she heads into the room with the unconscious women and waits for Kendra's return without a further word.

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M CN Dhampir Kinslayer (Inquisitor) 4 | HP: 23/23 | Sanity: 44/44 (3/22) | AC 17 Tch 13 FF 14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:+6 | Init: +5 Per:+11 SM: +9 | Active: none

"Nothing new, really. Different town, same prejudices."

Kisasi takes a look outside, to see what is going on out there, if anything.

Then he returns and says, "The professor's library is very extensive, so it would not surprise me if she finds some relevant lore."

While she is gone, he will again begin the 3 round exercise of detecting magical properties on the instrument.


Dhampir Monk (Spirit Master) 8 | HP: 68/68 | AC: 22 T:22 FF:18 | F +9, R +10, W +9 (+2 vs. necromancy, disease and mind-affecting effects) | Init +5, Per +15 (darkvision) | CMD 36

The professor had a daughter? And she was being nice to Smaranda and inviting her in? The girl stands slack-jawed for a moment as Kendra speaks about the professor mentioning her, apologizes to her and opens her house to her. Smaranda is so overwhelmed by this unexpected kindness that she cannot muster any words; her heart is bubbling over with unfamiliar feelings and tears mist her vision. All she can manage is a deep bow to Kendra before she follows everyone else inside.

Nobody had ever invited her into their home, so she can't tell that this is a rather atypical house. Smaranda almost twists her head off trying to take in everything at once. Suddenly all too conscious of her grubby state, she walks on tiptoes to avoid dirtying the floor and is careful to not touch anything. If invited to sit, she perches on the very edge of the chair, hands held between her knees, elbows drawn in and shoulders hunched. There is a tension to her, like she expects people to shout at her and kick her out any moment now. When that does not happen, she relaxes a little, but still looks around wide-eyed at the room.

Slowly she remembers that she has a purpose here. She had missed the funeral, but there was also this 'will' to read, whatever that meant. And the dark-skinned one had mentioned that the Professor's daughter needed watching over. Smaranda half-rises and almost bolts out of the room to search for Kendra and make sure she was alright, before realizing that the others seemed quite at ease, even the angry woman. She then turns her attention to the elven woman, watching her with narrowed eyes and wracking her brains to try and remember if those in the caravan had ever told any tales of magic fiddles.


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CG Dwarven Cleric of Desna 4 | max HP: 31 | Sanity: 40/40 (2/20) | AC 19/12/17 | F:+5 R:+3 W:+6 | Init: +4 Per:+6

"Well, really DAY-LIX-EE-AH, it has been twenty years since I saw her. You likely weren't even born then. You humans are a prickly lot when it comes to age. Now a gnome, they don't care how old you are, and they have inherent memories, something most races don't have. Did you know that once a gnome meets someone, they know that person again on sight, no matter the intervening years or change in appearance? It has something to do with their amazing propensity to see joy in everything, I think. Maybe I should do a study."


Female Human Diviner 2

Kendra comes bustling back into the sitting room carrying a damp cloth, a leather satchel, and a book. She moves over to the unconscious women wipes away some of the dust and dirt and places the damp cloth on her forehead. She then opens the leather satchel and begins pulling bottles from it.

She, at first, pulls a bottle of brandy from the kit. "Really father." she says in a voice dripping with derision. Next she pulls a vial of milky white liquid which you are able to easily recognize as a curative potion. Finally she pulls out a dark brown bottle labeled Smelling Salts. The label is parchment and appears glued to the bottle and is hand written in a neat Taldane script. "This will wake her. I hope. That is of course providing that she is not to gravely wounded."

"Before I use this. Is there any reason she should not be awoken?"

Book: The Fiddler's Lament:

Alhindriosa had a fey spirit for even the folk of the Elven Kingdom. Her parents said she had her head more in other worlds than in this one as she sang and danced her way through life, sprightly even for an elf. When her parents died in a tragic boating accident, she was subdued for their funeral, but even that fugue was short-lived as she soon went back to her ways of prancing across meadows to stir the butterflies and singing nonsensical songs to the birds. Many of the elves thought her stricken or possessed, and ultimately none were anything but secretly relieved when upon reaching the beginnings of adulthood she up and left the elves to explore the greater world outside their hedged realm.

Alhindriosa wandered for weeks, gradually making her way around the great inner sea before finally falling in with a band of gypsies headed north. In this people of dusken skin and dervish dances, Alhindriosa had finally found a kindred spirit. They knew the ways of the night song and the dance of the moonlight upon the water; they too could hear the music in the crackle of the campfire and freedom of Nature as it flowed through their veins in an expression of purest joy, devoid of thought or artifice. In turn, the Wanderers accepted her as one of their own and allowed her to dance to the sound of their fiddle and tambourine as they traveled the rugged countryside of the North.

For more than a decade Alhindri, as she became known, danced among the Wanderers, and even they had to recognize something different about her—something special that transcended the mundane and touched on some other plane of existence where the troubles of life were a trifling thing next to the trill of the music and the thrill of the dance. More than one of the dusky men offered to take her in marriage and make her a respected matron of their tribe, but she gently rebuffed them all content in their company alone, seeking neither companionship nor station—known to all the towns they visited as the dancing elf maid of the Wandering Folk.

Unfortunately though the years of an elf are long, her state of bliss came to an end all too soon. One evening as their caravan camped in the wilderness, a dark stranger came into their midst. Swathed all in cloak, scarf, and a wide brimmed hat, though it was a warm spring night, he requested the hospitality of their fire. This was begrudgingly given but the elder matron of the tribe immediately made the ward against the Evil Eye at the stranger, and all fell silent in his presence. Perturbed at the end of the festivities the stranger demanded that the fiddler strike up a tune and that the elf maid dance for him. Alhindri thought that he seemed handsome enough from what she could see, but before she could acquiesce to his request—nay demand—the strangest thing happened. Lothiaro, the head of the caravan, took his fiddle and smashed it upon a rock claiming that none of the Wandering Folk would play for the Dark Stranger and that none under his protection would dance before him—as it has always been among the Wandering Folk, and as it would always be.

Alhindri did not quite understand what was going on and watched in a strangely calm daze as the Dark Stranger proclaimed, “So be it.” and proceeded to gruesomely slaughter the Wanderers—her kin of the last several years—with his bare hands before her very eyes. Some of them sought to fight; others tried to flee. It mattered not, for the stranger moved with a speed and savagery unmatched by mortal limbs. In moments, the gory massacre was done, and the blood-slicked stranger stood before Alhindri. She found that she could not look up into his mesmerizing eyes and only stared dumbly at the ground where she noticed the curious detail that he had cloven hooves instead of feet.

“Your adopted kin have purchased your freedom at a dear price this night,” he intoned to her, “but the demand of the Stranger cannot be denied forever. We will meet again, you and I.”

Then he was gone in the darkness, and Alhindri found that she couldn’t bring herself to move for some time but simply sat and stared at the dew-stained grass where he had stood and the imprint of two cloven hooves that remained faintly visible.

When villagers from the nearby town of Ravengro came upon the scene of the massacre three days later, Alhindri still sat as she had, staring at the ground, silent and unresponsive, her cheeks hollow from hunger and thirst and her brow burned from days in the unrelenting sun. The villagers buried the gypsies in the consecrated ground of their town cemetery to prevent them from arising again to trouble the living and took the elven waif in out of the kindness of their hearts, thinking her one of the forlorn members of her race presumably in shock over what she must have witnessed. They nursed Alhindri back to health but soon learned that her injuries were more of her spirit than to her body. She never spoke nor emerged from her silent stupor. Finally, realizing that they could do no more for the young elf, one of the local councilmen paid out of his generosity to have her transported to a hospital in a distant city where she could be cared for in hopes that she would eventually emerge from her fugue and be able to tell what had occurred to the Wanderers she had been with.

There Alhindri waited, known only as the Ravengro Patient, passed from hospital to prison to asylum, silent and alone for 85 years.


CG Dwarven Cleric of Desna 4 | max HP: 31 | Sanity: 40/40 (2/20) | AC 19/12/17 | F:+5 R:+3 W:+6 | Init: +4 Per:+6

"Bide a moment, my dear."

Thistle thumbed through the pages of the book, occasionally making an interested noise as he found something that caught his eye and intellect. Then, he closed the book with a snap.

"This elven woman may be the patient they talk of in this story, or she may not be. If so, then she has led a tragic life indeed. There is no doubt that she was playing that damnable fiddle - why haven't we destroyed it, again? - but whether of her own knowledge of what it could do or simply because it was placed in here hand, we cannot know. Not yet at any rate. Waking her should be fine, though if she is the one mentioned here, then we may not get much information out of her. Go ahead, Kendra."


Female Human Witch 4 | HP: 21/25 | AC:14/FF:11/T:13 | F:+2 R:+3 W:+5 | Init: +12 | Perc: +6 | Sanity 38/40

"Please Kendra, save the potion, I can give my healing arts to attempt to wake her." Mihaela says, putting a hand on Kendra's arm.

She turns attentively to Thistle, "If this magic is tied to the fiddle, perhaps just simply keeping her away from the fiddle should be enough? Lets have Delixia ready to smash it should something go awry. I think the professor would of loved to examine this fiddle." she recalls sadly.

She concentrates, mumbles some words and puts her hand on the elvan woman's face.

Healing Hex: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

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M CN Dhampir Kinslayer (Inquisitor) 4 | HP: 23/23 | Sanity: 44/44 (3/22) | AC 17 Tch 13 FF 14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:+6 | Init: +5 Per:+11 SM: +9 | Active: none

"A story that I fear maybe possibly be true, for I have heard and seen of things no less bizarre. If we wake her, though, she may not be any more responsive than she was at the end of this story. Yes, let's keep this fiddle from her grasp... but I wonder if there is another soemwhere in the house or in this town? Such a thing might comfort her."


Dhampir Monk (Spirit Master) 8 | HP: 68/68 | AC: 22 T:22 FF:18 | F +9, R +10, W +9 (+2 vs. necromancy, disease and mind-affecting effects) | Init +5, Per +15 (darkvision) | CMD 36

Still precariously perched on her chair, Smaranda is very curious to know about the story, but does not dare to touch the book with her grubby hands. She looks beseechingly at Kendra, displaying her palms and the backs of her hands, dusty, bloody, scratched and with dirt encrusted under her nails. Only after she has been directed to a place where she can clean up, and after she has scrupulously scrubbed and washed her hands, forearms and face, does she touch the book, holding it gingerly and turning the pages with reverence. It was only recently that she had learned to read, and still held awe for the written word and those who could easily decipher its mysteries.

She spends quite a while labouring over the text, but she does reach a passage that causes her to look up and whisper. "Hoof prints. Were at the cemetery. Before we found priests. Too big for goat, or animal."

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

Kisasi: Detect Magic:
First Round: There is a magical aura.
Second Round: The magical aura is Strong.
Third Round: There is a Strong magical aura coming from the fiddle that the elven women had been playing.

Knowledge (arcana), DC 21:
School: Necromancy

Spellcraft, DC 27:

Anytime the player is reduced to 0 hit points or below, the rebec grants the effects of a false life spell on the player as an immediate action giving her 1d10+10 temporary hit points. Unlike the spell, these temporary hit points remain for as long as the fiddler plays. There is no limit to the number of times it can cast false life, and it can do so multiple times per round.
The rebec grants lesser restoration upon the fiddler once per day to mitigate any effects of fatigue or exhaustion in order to allow her to keep playing. The player remains under the constant effects of a freedom of movement spell. The primary purpose of the rebec is to animate the dead to wretched unlife. Each round that the rebec is played, any corpses within the range of its hearing (including those buried in this range) are subject to reanimation. Even corpses that have rotted away can return as incorporeal undead. For each round of playing in an area where dead bodies are available, roll d6 to determine what type of undead creature that is created. These creatures do not attack the fiddler but are not otherwise under the player’s command; they remain true to form, attacking living creatures as opportunity presents. They remain animated until destroyed or the rebec is destroyed at which point all previously animated undead return to death once again.

d6 Undead Type
1–2 skeleton
3–4 zombie
5 ectoplasmic creature (see Pathfinder Adventure Path #43 86)
6 creature of GMs choice (lesser shadow and ghoul wolf in this adventure)

The effects and powers of the rebec cannot be dispelled or nullified by silence or countersong (though countersong will prevent the animation of undead creatures for its duration). The fiddler need not concentrate for the rebec’s powers to activate, though she must use a move action each round that does not provoke attacks of opportunity to play the instrument.

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M CN Dhampir Kinslayer (Inquisitor) 4 | HP: 23/23 | Sanity: 44/44 (3/22) | AC 17 Tch 13 FF 14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:+6 | Init: +5 Per:+11 SM: +9 | Active: none

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

"Strong magic here, but I just can't determine much more."


Female Human Witch 4 | HP: 21/25 | AC:14/FF:11/T:13 | F:+2 R:+3 W:+5 | Init: +12 | Perc: +6 | Sanity 38/40

Nodding to Kisasi, Mihaela begins concentrating on the instrument as well. [sf]"Let me try again."[/sf] as she focuses on the instrument with Detect Magic.

Know Arcana: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

"I'm sorry, I can't determine this either. Perhaps there is someone in town we can ask to examine this?"


Female Human Inquisitor 4 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 20 | T: 12 | FF: 18 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +3 | Will: +6 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9

Delixia takes a look and attempts to determine anything about the item herself but fails to do so, shrugging. Because she doesn't pick up on anything she decides not to vocalize her lack of understanding of the item at this time.

"I agree, let's wake her up and get some information out of her. Perhaps we can visit Father Grimburrow and see if he can provide any assistance on this item. He seemed to have knowledge and understandings of the darker workings this type of magic brings."

To Smaranda she raises an eyebrow, "You found large prints that were too big to be an animal at the cemetery? Are you saying they were humanoid? How many were they? Did you discern a direction?"

Spellcfaft: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6


Female Human Diviner 2

With Mihaela' healing touch the elven women awakes and clutches her head where she had been struck. She does not speak but rather merely looks around at you all and at her surroundings. She does appear weary and does not try to interact with any of you.

"Now what do we do with her now that she is awake?" says Kendra as she looks around at all of you. "While you ponder and discuss that I will see if I am able to determine anything about the fiddle she had and that you were kind enough to bring back with you."

Kendra whispers a few words and concentrates on the fiddle for a little while.

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

"The fiddle has a strong aura of necromantic magic coming from it." she says while pushing herself further back in the chair she is sitting in. "I unfortunately can not figure out how it works or what purpose it holds. Perhaps if we could take it to Lepidstadt we could use the universities library to research it. I will however leave the fiddles fate up to you all as you were the ones to find it."


Dhampir Monk (Spirit Master) 8 | HP: 68/68 | AC: 22 T:22 FF:18 | F +9, R +10, W +9 (+2 vs. necromancy, disease and mind-affecting effects) | Init +5, Per +15 (darkvision) | CMD 36

Smaranda shakes her head at Delixia's questions. Holding the book in her arms, she points to her the passage mentioning cloven-hoof prints.

"Like that."

She feels quite dismayed as the others fail to discern the workings of the fiddle. They had seemed capable enough to her, and she still holds awe for those who can understand or use magic. If they can't figure it out, then it must be a powerful thing indeed. She throws an uneasy glance at the fiddle, thinking she would feel much better if the thing were to be destroyed.


CG Dwarven Cleric of Desna 4 | max HP: 31 | Sanity: 40/40 (2/20) | AC 19/12/17 | F:+5 R:+3 W:+6 | Init: +4 Per:+6

Gently, Thistle knelt beside the woman and waggled his orange eyebrows at her. "Here now, girl. I think you're safe enough now that we've gotten that fiddle away from you. How about you tell us your name, and a little about yourself...like how you came to have that cursed instrument?"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20


Female Human Witch 4 | HP: 21/25 | AC:14/FF:11/T:13 | F:+2 R:+3 W:+5 | Init: +12 | Perc: +6 | Sanity 38/40

Mihaela turns to the elvan woman, and in common, "Greetings, I'm Mihaela, and you are?" she trails off. She motions for the rest of the group over. "She's awake everyone."


Female Human Inquisitor 4 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 20 | T: 12 | FF: 18 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +3 | Will: +6 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9

Only now does Delixia read the material presented in the passage. She considers the implications that this Stranger from the tale, or one of his kind, are still present today and are what created the problem in the cemetery and town. Turning towards the young woman, Delixia is intrigued to her what exactly she has to say for herself.

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

Despite you all addressing her directly the elven women does not respond to any of you. See continues to stare at each of you in turn and you can see is very apprehensive and anxious. The women pushes herself into the couch as far as she is able to trying to create distance between her and you all.


Female Human Witch 4 | HP: 21/25 | AC:14/FF:11/T:13 | F:+2 R:+3 W:+5 | Init: +12 | Perc: +6 | Sanity 38/40

Mihaela whispers to Delixia, "She doesn't seem to want to talk, but she's edging away, perhaps you should go block the exit so she doesn't edge out the door?"

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M CN Dhampir Kinslayer (Inquisitor) 4 | HP: 23/23 | Sanity: 44/44 (3/22) | AC 17 Tch 13 FF 14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:+6 | Init: +5 Per:+11 SM: +9 | Active: none

"Maybe she doesn't understand, or maybe she is still in some sort of shock. I say we just sit here with her, let her eat something while we do the same, and see if we can get her to start to be calm around us."


Female Human Inquisitor 4 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 20 | T: 12 | FF: 18 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +3 | Will: +6 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9

Nodding to Mihaela the large woman grunts "Oh don't worry, she isn't going anywhere." as she moves to blockade the exit.

Kisasi wrote:
Maybe she doesn't understand, or maybe she is still in some sort of shock

Looking to the prisoner Delixia asks, "Do you understand what we are saying? We are not trying to harm you. You were playing an instrument, " the inquisitor says as she raises an arm and points to the fiddle, " that was hurting people. We want to find out more about why you were doing this."

Looking to Smaranda she adds "And about any man or creature that you saw that might have left hoof prints."

Aid Diplo: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12


Female Human Diviner 2

As Delixia mentions a man leaving hoof prints the women visibly pales and begins to sob. "Not again. No." she says between wracking sobs.

"Hmmm... I wonder." says Kendra. "This unfortunate women could truly be the lone survivor from the story in my fathers book. If that is so that we need to talk to the council and see about getting her to much more skilled help than is available here in Ravengro."


Female Human Witch 4 | HP: 21/25 | AC:14/FF:11/T:13 | F:+2 R:+3 W:+5 | Init: +12 | Perc: +6 | Sanity 38/40

"Oh there there, no need to cry. Do you need anything? A water? Perhaps you could tell us what was going on?"[b] Mihaela comforts.

Turning to Kendra, [b]"Can you tell us more about this story? Do you still have the book?" she asks, eyes alight.


Female Human Diviner 2

"Why yes I do. It is right here." as she gestures at the end table. "I don't however know any more than is written in that book."


Female Human Inquisitor 4 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 20 | T: 12 | FF: 18 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +3 | Will: +6 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9

To Kendra Delixia asks, "Who do you know on the council that we can speak to? I suggest we depart immediately to seek their help, there is little time to lose."

Looking back to Kisasi she pauses, "Perhaps you need further rest before leaving again? Or are you well enough to set out on foot?"

Dark Archive

M CN Dhampir Kinslayer (Inquisitor) 4 | HP: 23/23 | Sanity: 44/44 (3/22) | AC 17 Tch 13 FF 14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:+6 | Init: +5 Per:+11 SM: +9 | Active: none

Kisasi sighs. "I can probably make do, but I have certainly felt better. But it sounds to me like the place to go is the University, and I don't think we can make that trip for another 28 days. I, too, desire immediate answers, but I fear there are none to be found. However, I do think we might want to go hunting for this hoofed man, whatever he is, as it seems he might be in the vicinity. So as much as I would like to place blame on this lady, I fear instead we now have two wards to protect."


CG Dwarven Cleric of Desna 4 | max HP: 31 | Sanity: 40/40 (2/20) | AC 19/12/17 | F:+5 R:+3 W:+6 | Init: +4 Per:+6

"28 days? that's an awfully specific number. Why 28 days? I mean, yes it is the incubation period of the Whaley Necrosis parasite. Oh, and a holy number to the shoanti death shamans. you're not a death shaman, though. You don't have enough piercings. I counted 37 piercing on teh last death shaman I saw, and that was just on his face. They say that the most powerful shamans even have porcupine quills piercing their scrotums and foreskins. No wonder they look grumpy all the time."


Female Human Witch 4 | HP: 21/25 | AC:14/FF:11/T:13 | F:+2 R:+3 W:+5 | Init: +12 | Perc: +6 | Sanity 38/40

Mihaela begins flipping through the book looking for any more details.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

With a sigh she closes the book. "I'm afraid there's not much more that can be gained when I skimmed over it." looking over at Kisasi, "Could there be more clues in the graveyard?"

Dark Archive

M CN Dhampir Kinslayer (Inquisitor) 4 | HP: 23/23 | Sanity: 44/44 (3/22) | AC 17 Tch 13 FF 14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:+6 | Init: +5 Per:+11 SM: +9 | Active: none

Kisasi shakes his head, trying to decipher the dialog coming from the gnome-dwarf.

"No, no. We just promised to stick close and watch over Kendra for a month before going on our way. Err, that's to say, it was one of the Professor's final requests in his will, but we all chose to abide by it."


Female Human Inquisitor 4 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 20 | T: 12 | FF: 18 | CMD: 16 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +3 | Will: +6 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9

Shaking her head at the dwarf Delixia comments, "28 days. I'll be praying that Pharasma take me the boneyard rather than spend another 28 days listening about scrotums and foreskins from the confused rainbow dwarf. Let's get a move on to the council, I need some fresh air."

Glowing with manners the inquisitor doesn't wait for responses before she pushes out of the room and out the door, waiting.

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