Carrion Crown (Inactive)

Game Master Big Joe

Ustalav Map
Lepidstadt

Loot Tracker

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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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

"Thank you. We will check that out, and try not to scare anyone in the process. Tell me, if you would - did the Professor come asking similar questions some time ago?"

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

"No he did not. I do know that he had quite a number of conversations with Father Grimburrow. Though on what subject or subjects I am not sure. I suspect the local rumor mill will have its opinions on what the conversations where about though."


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

Thistle was in awe of the books and scrolls on the shelves, and was halfway through thumbing through one titled "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" - an absurd tale about a man who aged backwards, presented as if it really happened - when he heard Alendru speak of the prison and its fire.

"Did you say that the prison is haunted? That is indeed something to concern the folks. Haunts typically draw undead, which can flourish and wipe out a small town like this. I read about a case once where an entire village was swamped by a group of zombie gripplis, the little frog-men emerging from the swamps to support the phantasmal spirit of a murdered fishwife. Of course, I think that particular event was halted by a roving gang of catfolks, who as we all know, love to chase frogs."

"But, back to the point at hand, we need to speak with Father Grimburrow at any rate. What do we care what the rumors are, when we can ask the source? Oh, and that monument sounds like something worth looking at as well. There may be keys there to our mysterious fiddle player's past."


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

Seeing the dwarf complete that entire thought in one breath is impressive, Mihaela thinks. "I agree, lets visit Father Grimburrow? Afterwards we should check on Kendra. We did leave the elf woman with her...." she says as an afterthought.

"Where would be a good place to get a grasp on the local rumors? They may not be accurate, but we could get a feel of the general populace as well."

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

"Well if it is rumors you are seeking then just listen to the locals as you go about your daily tasks. I am sure you might overhear some rather juicy tidbits."

"If however, you want to hedge your bets a bit then there are two locations you can try. The first is right on the village center, The Outward Inn, run by Sarianna Vai. Now be mindful of her. She does not tolerate any sort of misbehavior in her establishment nor does she tolerate those she deems may cause problems such as anyone with identifiable orc traits or who seems like they might be perpetuating the horrors that this country is so famous for."

"Now the other location is the Laughing Demon. It is run by Zokar Elkarid who is a rather jovial man and lover of good jokes."

"I would recommend you start with the Laughing Demon if you are going to look for rumors. You are more likely to get a decent response and all be let inside."


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 last remark of the man snaps Smaranda out of her reverie. She looks down at her dusty and tattered clothes and considers the impression she must be making on the people here. It was all fine and good when living on the road, but she was now in a civilized place and should present herself accordingly. She resolves to ask Kendra for a bit of soap and perhaps a change of clothes she could borrow while she washed her own.

She watches the others expectantly for the decision on where they would go next. The priest seemed the most likely option, and she feels very anxious at the thought of entering the temple of Pharasma. She knows very well how the goddess and her followers feel about the likes of her, although the priest here was not unkind to her, so perhaps that would be alright.


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

Turning to the group, she beckons toward Smaranda to join, "Should we check on Kendra and then head to the Laughing Demon?" Seeing Smaranda look at her self, "No worries Smaranda, we can pickup some fresh clothes for you too if you want."


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

"Thank you for your time, it has been appreciated."

Nodding to Mihaela, the inquisitor remarks. "Excellent idea, let's be on our way." Turning, Del departs the room first well ahead of Thistle and Smaranda. It's not that she is purposefully trying to be dismissive as it seems, but more so a show of determination and direction.

Probably.

If there is nothing happening or suspicious with Kendra then let's head directly to The Laughing Demon."


Female Human Diviner 2

You proceed back through town to the Lorrimor home and enter to find the elven women laying on her back on the low table in the sitting room. Kendra is leaned over her with a magnifying glass in hand studying the elven woman's neck. A textbook is laying open on the table next to her.

"Welcome back. What have you been able to discern? Have the council members been able to provide any direction on where our guest should be sent or what they wish to have happen with her?"

Kendra straightens up and looks at you all as she awaits answers to her questions.


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

"Oh, we have yet to visit any of the other council members. In fact, I think we were about to head off to do just that when we decided to stop and listen to some young girls sing a song about cutting off a woman's head and writing her name in blood. It was a disturbing song, so we stopped to speak with them about it, but I think they were a little frightened of DAY-LIX-EE-AH's ever-present scowl. They finally told us a few things about it, and then we went into the school house - that's where they were playing, of course, outside the school. Ah to be in a place of learning once more! It was invigorating, I tell you. And the man there had the nicest little collection of volumes. For a country school, of course. The Professor Your Father has a much more numerous collection, but for a small school in the middle of nowhere like this, most impressive. Still, the schoolmaster told us some history about the burned down asylum and the haunts that plague the place and surrounding area. He suggested we go check in at the Laughing Demon for local rumors and then we came here."

"Although I admit to being curious why we are back here so soon. Didn't we just leave here an hour or so ago? Does Kendra need constant supervision?"

Thistle looked around curiously. After all, he had just joined this little group today, so maybe they knew something he didn't...yet.

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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

"We are still working our way through them, yes, but we were wondering if maybe you had some clothes for our new friend, Smaranda, here. I think she would like to cleanup before meeting the rest of the 'royalty' in this town."

"We are headed to a place called the Laughing Demon next. Know much about it?"


Female Human Diviner 2

"Why yes I do have some clothing that may fit Smaranda. If you will follow me. As she retreats towards her room she says over she shoulder to Thistle "The place you spoke of was not an asylum. It was a prison for some of Ustalav' worst criminals of the time."

Kendra returns approximately ten minutes later bearing clothing for Smaranda and passes it off to her. "Here. At least some of these should fit you but may be a bit a long in the sleeve or leg."

Smaranda, you have been handed an explorers outfit that is in good condition.

"The Laughing Demon is run by Zokar Elkarid who holds the philosophy that the best way to meet the horrors of the world is with a jest, for if one can laugh at the worst life has to offer, there remains little to fear. His warm and friendly tavern does its best to live up to this admirable philosophy, down to the menu. Zokar takes pains to come up with humorous names for his drinks and meals, with offerings like vampire steaks, wolf balls, corpse chowder, and liquid ghosts. Zokar and his regulars enjoy telling visitors tall tales about what’s really in the food served there."


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

Embarrassed to change in front of the others, Smaranda nips around a corner into the hallway and quickly swaps her old tattered clothes for the new ones, savouring the feel of the clean fabric against her skin. She carefully folds her old clothing away and puts it in her satchel. Waste not, after all. She keeps an ear on what is being discussed in the parlour, smiling to herself at Kendra's endorsement of Zokar's establishment.

Perhaps the man thought he was being funny, but she had actually eaten wolf balls and they hadn't been all that tasty. Her eyes glaze over and she licks her lips as she remembers the taste of fresh blood on her lips. It had been early spring, the snow not entirely gone yet, the beasts all lean after the winter. The wolf had been caught in a hunter's trap, snarling at Smaranda as she approached, bare feet hardly making a sound on the frozen forest floor. The wolf was dead; even if she managed to break free of the trap, she would be crippled and she had already lost too much blood. Circling around, a leap, a snap of the neck and the girl had fresh meat that night.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, Smaranda rejoins the others, visibly more at ease in her new garments.


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

The large inquisitor scowls at Thistle and opens her mouth to dress him down, but bites her tongue instead. Pointing her finger at him she remarks only, "We'll talk later about your words, dwarf."

Scoffing at Kendra's comment, Delixia remarks, "A jest? Well our colorful knee-high companion should surely be able to work his silver tongue to get what we need from him then."

Looking towards the door she says, "AS soon as the tattered one is changed we should be on our way, let's not dally around here for too long. Kendra is safe and it's best we get these questions answered as soon possible."


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

"Zokar seems like a jolly type then." notes Mihaela. Seeing Smaranda appear she gasps. "You look so pretty! you should wear nicer clothes more often!" she walks over and attempts to hug 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

Startled by Mihaela's remark and trying to puzzle its meaning, Smaranda doesn't avoid the hug, but the other woman can likely feel her stiffness and awkwardness. Hugs is definitely not something that the young dhampyr is used to, and at first the girl freezes, but the warmth of the gesture soon sends a pang through her and her eyes fill with tears.

"...thank you."

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

Leaving the Lorrimor home you head off into the late afternoon. As you pass through town you can see businesses closing down for the day and are able to smell foods being prepared for the evening meals at the numerous homes scattered throughout the village.

A dog is noted to be curled up sleeping at the top of the small flight of steps that lead into the gazebo in the middle of town. A small group of young boys are noted to be playing a game of stones inside the structure.

You hook a left off of the village center and proceed to the end of the lane where you come to a bright yellow painted building buzzing with the sounds of laughter when you get close. You can also distinctly smell bread baking inside.

Entering the establishment you see a stout portly man with broad shoulder and a perpetual grin on his face. He is brown haired but has a receding hairline and a has a bushy mustache covering his upper lip. He is holding court at the bar with a slew of men that you would guess to be farm hands. He interrupts whatever story he was telling as you enter and looks to you. "Ah, come in friends, and welcome to the Laughing Demon. I am Zokar Elkarid, proprietor of this here fine establishment. How might I help you this fine evening. Perhaps a drink. I know just the thing, Liquid Ghosts all around!" He gestures you towards the bar and several open stools. "This first drink is on the house for your bravery this morning. Anything else however, I am a afraid I must charge you for, lest I go out of business." He sets a mug of ale in front of each of you that glows with a faintly greenish tint.

"Now where was I boys." He taps a fat finger on his chin for a brief moment before continuing. "Ah, yes. So Vincent was quietly stalking his way past the Tower of the Moon when he was confronted by the snarling visage of a wolf. But this was no ordinary wolf. It stood as tall as a man and walked upright and bore claws large enough to eviscerate anyone it choose to. Vincent went for his silver longsword but was to slow. The beast leaped directly at him and he called out to Desna to save his life. It is then, so the story goes that Desna herself, appeared to him and shunted him to safety in his own bed back home. it is said that if one where to invoke her name with true belief at the Tower of the Moon that they to could commune directly with the goddess herself. The unfortunate part is that no one knows where this Tower of the Moon is actually located or if such a place even actually exists but if it does it is guarded by werewolves."

Zokar then begins refilling mugs before returning to you all to see if you have decided on what it is you want to have. "What can I get for you or would you like to see a menu or here our specials for today?"


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

"Aw, no worries Smaranda, everyone has their inner beauty that just needs to be brought out." says Mihaela, grasping her shoulders. "Now, lets see about finding that tavern while the sun is still out for a little." with her arm around Smaranda's shoulder, she leads the confused dhampyr out.

Outside the tavern

"Wow, you can see this building for miles." Mihaela comments as they approach the building. "And not a moment too soon, plenty of people to talk to." as she steps toward the building.

Inside tavern

Mihaela thanks Zokar for the ale and while is busy helping others, she sniffs the tankard and peers at the greenish liquid.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Maybe this is safe to drink? as she takes a sip of the ale. Her face turns green as she flavor hits her taste buds much like a fire elemental to water. She barely contains the contents of her stomach and pushes the tankard slightly away. "Perhaps you would like mine? " she says to Thistle.

When Zokar returns, Mihaela smiles, "Thank you for the hospitality, good master. As you probably have seen, there was alot of commotion with the undead earlier today. I've heard you are the foremost authority in rumors around here. Have you heard of anything that may of attributed to this perhaps?"


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

Like Mihaela, Smaranda sniffs at the ale, but doesn't drink, pushing the tankard away when Zokar turns around. She disliked the taste of alcohol and did not understand why some seemed to like it so much. And aside from the taste, it did something to her, made her slow and sluggish and stupid - and none of those were things that she could afford to be. She had seen people do all manner of madness while under the influence, laughing, crying, fighting, or just sitting quietly. And she could do the latter without drink.

As the proprietor inquires about their orders, she whispers "water" and settles her bony behind on the stool to listen to what the man might tell them.


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 drinks it, of course. Lifting the liquid ghost she pours it down her throat with only a nod in thanks to the proprietor. "Your generosity is not needed, but appreciated."

Standing with her back straightened and her hands folded behind her back, she waits patiently for their host to answer Mihaela's questions before proceeding with her own.

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

Taking you first sip of the mug of greenish tinted alcohol your find it to be a sweet pale ale.

"That I do miss but first I would like to know to whom it is I am speaking beyond being someone who did a good deed this day. I already can tell you are not from around these parts which only leaves you as a visitor an out of town relative of one of Ravengro's many families."

Zokar gives you all a brief moment to decide how you will respond to his query while he fetches a glass of water for Smaranda. A moment later he returns with a glass of water and sets it down on the table in front of Smaranda.

Zokar then takes a nearby chair and spins it around to sit upon as he speaks to you all. "Some folks say this little village is truly haunted by the spirits of the prisoners that died at Harrowstone. Personally, I think it was one of those spirits that stirred things up this morning. Just a way for them to let us all know that they are still among us and willing to bring us harm or discomfort if we somehow upset them or trespass within their final resting spot." Several grunts and words of agreement are heard from the other patrons at the bar and nearby tables.

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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

"Spirits, eh? Well, what can you tell us about these spirits? Was there anyone in particular in Harrowstone?"

Kisasi sips his beverage as he watches the patrons.

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

"Yes, spirits. Or would you prefer the term ghost. Either way they are one and the same in my book. What I can tell you is to not mess with them. Do that and everyone gets to keep on living. Don't and I fear what wrath even one truly angry spirit might visit upon us."

"What little I know is that the place used to house the worst of the worst from throughout Ustalav. As to who they where I don't know but it is possible that the village hall might have records from the time that Harrowstone was in operation."

"Now, can I get you all something to eat or perhaps something else to drink?"

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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

"Interesting reading, I am sure. Yes, I'll have another of these," he says, pointing to the drink he was served.

"So, anyone see anything particularly interesting during the attack? I am making notes... maybe for a 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

Looking to Thistle she eyes him curiously, wondering why he's so quiet. Leaning in slightly she gives him a stern look while slipping her lips into a firm, flat line. She asks, "Well? What about those questions you had?"


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

"I am Mihaela, travelling healer." she nods her head in greetings. She nudges Thistle.

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

"I'm pleased to make your acquaintance young lady."

Zokar gets up and fetches another Liquid Ghost for Kisasi. "That'll be three coppers sir."

"If you would like anything else please flag me down." Zokar spins the chair back around to the table it came from moves away to see to his other patrons.

Looking around the common room you can see this is a gathering spot for many farm hands and the lower class folks from in the village. The place is alive with the din of conversations among the varying groups of patrons. There is a light haze of pipe smoke and the aroma of cooking meats, stews, and breads permeates the air. Games of cards and dice are taking place in opposing corners of the room.

Let me know what you would like to do. It is currently around suppertime.


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

Holding the glass with both hands, Smaranda sips her water, looking around the common room and sniffing. Her stomach growls audibly a few times and she gazes longingly at the skewers of meat and bowls of stew that some of the patrons are eating.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18


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

Thistle was about to tell his story when the bartender started into his own. Then, just as he was about to start again, DAY-LIX-EE-AH started up. Patiently, in his mind, he waited to the count of thirty, though he only made it to about 18 before he interrupted.

"I am Thistle Winton, recently of Carbronth, and a friend to the Profressor. I managed to make here a few days late for the funeral, but in time to meet up with these lovely people in a time of great distress. Did you know that those ghosts are probably not figments of the imagination or the creative minded, but likely real undead occurrences do to the gruesome manner of the prison fire. It is possible that they could be put to rest, freeing this town from their presence. Why haven't the Town Council sent to the Church of Pharasma, or even my own Church of the Travelling Lady, to have this place expunged?"

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

After being flagged down by Thistle, Zokar wanders back over to the table. He listens to what the colorful young man has to say and takes a moment to ponder the question asked.

"Why has it not been expunged. Well that gets into village politics and the want of people to move on following a tragedy. The Church keeps things in check I suppose which means that for the most part folks never take notice to the ruins unless something happens. Typically the only warning given is to stay away so that no one gets injured in trying to explore the old dilapidated remains of Harrowstone."


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

Seeing Smaranda eye the food, Mihaela pokes her and nods. "I agree, I'm famished. What do you prefer? the meet or stew? or perhaps both?" she eyes the stew herself.

Flagging down Zokar

"Master Zokar, I would like to order some of that delicious smelling stew?" turning to the rest of the party. "I can't investigate on an empty stomach!"

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

Zokar swings by and take Mihaela's order. "One bowl of Corpse Chowder coming right out." Zokar disappears into the kitchen and a few moments later reappears with a bowl of steaming stew.

He sets a clay bowl in front of you, Mihaela, that contains a red broth with chunks of meat in it. He also provides half of a crusty loaf of bread and some butter. The bread is warm and smells delicious. He does provide a spoon and a knife for your use as well. "If you need anything else, let me or the serving women know and we will get it taken care of for you." Zokar looks around the rest of the group. "Does anyone want anything else before I return to the bar?"

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If no one wants anything else we will progress to the the evening and overnight. Let me know if there is anything in particular you want to do during this time period otherwise I will assume you are spending the night at the Lorrimor home and will sleep the night away. This is just to help speed things up here a little bit.


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

Raising a tentative hand, Smaranda points at Mihaela's freshly-brought bowl of stew, coins visible in her other hand. In her experience, traders tended to want her coin upfront before they sold her anything. Once her food is brought, she tucks in, still throwing furtive glances around the room.

I'm good to move forward.


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

Thistle nattered on a bit about his past experiences, how fresh life seemed to most of gnome-kind, and the glories of following Desna. He had a bowl of stew as well, then chatted into the night.

Moving forward

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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

Kisasi finishes his drink while watching the others eat, and then suggests it might be time to get some rest.

Ready to move on


Female Human Diviner 2

Each of you who chose to have a meal at the Laughing Demon spent 1 sp and if you had more than the one complementary mug of ale each additional mug of ale costs 3 cp.

Finishing your meal you depart the Laughing Demon for the Lorrimor home. The sun has set and the stars are shining but the moon has not yet risen. Ravengro is relatively quiet in the evening except as you pass near the Outward Inn on your way home. You are able to hear the sound of a lute being played inside as the music drifts across the village common.

You return the Lorrimor home to find Kendra reading in the living room. She has a book on spiritual possession open on her lap and is drawing out a diagram of a human body on a small handheld chalk board.

"Welcome back. I have venison stew simmering in the pot over the coals if anyone is hungry."

"Your guest has been put to bed but I am not sure if will actually sleep. She has not spoken a word or resisted any of my study of her since you brought her here this morning. Unfortunately I have not been able to learn much about her other than what one can see. I am mostly certain that whatever help sway over her this morning no longer does but it is of course possible I could be wrong. I locked the fiddle she had been using in one of my fathers trunks so that she can not get at it."

"Tomorrow I am going to talk with Councilman Hearthmount and Sheriff Caeller to see if perhaps one or two of the sheriffs deputies could be convinced to transport this women to the asylum in Thrushmore where hopefully their expertise in the mind can help this lady."

After assuring that everyone is settled in for the night Kendra cleans up the home, stows the left over stew for use the next day, locks the homes doors, and turns in for the night.

The night passes uneventfully here at the Lorrimor home. You awake refreshed and ready to start a new day and complete any prayers and/or morning rituals as needed. A breakfast of cut fruits, bread, eggs, and thin sliced pork is served along with chilled fruit juice and goats milk.

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What do you want to do today? You are welcome to spilt up to accomplish more than one thing at a time if you wish to.

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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

Kisasi pays for his drink, leaving a small tip, and then heads back to Kendra's for dinner. He discusses options with Kendra about what to to with the girl, but in the end concedes that Kendra's plan is probably their best option.

"In the morning, I am thinking to go explore the ruins of the prison. I just can't shake the feeling that this cloven hoofed man is tied to it in some way. Would anyone care to join me?"


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

She is starting to feel comfortable around the dark-skinned one, but that ends abruptly when he declares his intention to explore the prison. The prison was haunted, didn't he know that? Retrieving the Professor's journal, she opens it and shows him the entry where the Professor was lamenting his lack of preparation.

"We go speak with the father. He can help. Bad things in the prison."


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

"I would be happy to go with you to investigate the prison, provided that we have enough people that go with us. I am not at all convinced that these manifestations that the locals have spoken of are entirely harmless. In fact, there are countless examples in the literature of disasters in populated areas resulting in supernatural phenomena. I mean, we can't discount the very real presence of ghosts, haunts, and other undead creatures in the world. And to be quite truthful, if there are such in the prison, then it might take more than the two of us to deal with them."

"As for young Smaranda's advice, it would probably be best if we could visit him beforehand. After all, if we could convince him to lend us that wand, I could more easily heal you and Smaranda, should one of you be injured in any way. yes, I think that is the best policy.
First, Father Grimburrow, and then on to the prison!"

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

"Yes, of course. Father Grimburrow first."


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

Following the party after the eating at the tavern, Mihaela wiffs the smell of Kendra's cooking as they approach the house. Oh dear... I can't NOT eat and be rude right? as she walks in she comments "This smells wonderful Kendra! I only wish I could cook as well as you!" after dinner, she leans back in her chair, "Oh.. I think I am ready to turn in for the night...." she pushes herself out of the chair and waddles out of the room.

next morning

"Good morning everyone!" Mihaela says cheerfully as she claps Smaranda on the shoulder in greeting. Nodding to Thistle, "That is a good idea. To Father Grimburrow!"

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

This morning you leave the Lorrimor home to find the sun shining but the temperatures cool and a wispy mist being burnt away by the increasing daylight. As you make you way to the far side of town and cross the river you are able to see farmers and their labors out working the fields.

The church of Pharasma looms out of the mist. This temple is devoted to Pharasma, the Lady of Graves. Ravengro’s only religious structure, the temple is also the town’s most elaborate building. Its eastern facade displays an intricate stained-glass mural depicting a stern Pharasma judging Count Andachi, one of Tamrivena’s most infamous previous rulers.

As you approach you can see a pair of acolytes sweeping the front steps. One of the acolytes turns to you as you approach. "Welcome to the temple. What may we assist you with this morning?" The acolytes are dressed in white woolen robes with slashes of blue and gold at the cuffs, hem, and collar. Each has a simple wooden holy symbol of Pharasma hanging from a leather cord around there necks.


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

"Good morning to you, brothers in the faith. I am Thistle Winton, cleric of Desna, and these are my companions. Perhaps you heard of our defeat of the shambling undead yesterday? Father Grimmorrow asked us to stop y and visit with him when we had the chance. I imagine he wants to give us relics of great power as we go forth to conquer the unrestful spirits of this town, or maybe just to pour us a drink and talk about our successes. Either way, I am sure he is waiting most anxiously for our arrival."

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 starts to speak, and then just watches Thistle go.

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

Kisasi you note that both acolytes appear to be fighting not to smirk or laugh as Thistle gets on a roll with his speech.

The acolytes give a look to each other as Thistle finishes speaking and turn towards Thistle. Thistle roll a Diplomacy check.


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

This is how I'm picturing Kisasi https://i.imgur.com/0mw1I8e.gif

Mihaela tries to high a giggle at Kisasi's reaction and watches the acolytes attentively.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

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

Ha! That was exactly it!

Silver Crusade

Male Human Expert 5

Thistle Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Having heard Thistle' request the Acolytes lead you inside the temple and to a sitting room located beyond the main worship space. "Please wait here. We will bring you something to drink and inform Father Grimbarrow of your request." The two acolytes leave the room which leaves your group on you own for the time being. If there is anything you want to do while you are on your own let me know.

Approximately ten minutes later an young red haired young lady dressed in a white woolen robe brings in a wooden tray bearing a pitcher of wine and glasses. She sets it on a side table and leaves.

Twenty minutes since you arrived has past before the door into the sitting room opens once again and this time two acolytes enter followed by Father Grimbarrow. The Father gestures for you to keep your seats and takes a seat of his own.

"Now I asked you to discuss what happened the other day. The raising of the dead to unlife is not acceptable under any circumstances and must be dealt with harshly and swiftly. I am going to ask this only once. Did any of you have a hand in causing this must recent raising of the dead into undead abominations?"

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

"I think you will find that we are in complete agreement as to how unacceptable this i, and I can assure you that none of us were responsible. In fact, there is little in this world I detest more than the undead, and have devoted my life to destroying them. We are trying to discover what, or more specifically who, has done this. Can you shed any light on the matter?"

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