GM Cyrioul's Carrion Crown (Inactive)

Game Master Jason Lillis

Cursed and haunted, Ustalav rests upon the bones of the foul empire of the legendary lich-archmage known as the Whispering Tyrant. In the centuries since the undead conqueror’s defeat, the land has been resettled, but superstition and horror still lurk in the country’s shadows.


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Our tale begins on the twelfth of Gozran, in the year 4711 AR, in the land of Ustalav, just north of the town of Ravengro.

You may dot here to mark the campaign. Active play begins 3/31/2014.


Male Ifrit Slayer 1| AC 16| T 13 | F 13 |HP 12| CMD 16 | F +3 | R +6 | W +2 | Init +3 |Per +4 |

Griar steps off the river barge that brought him here. Above him sits the city of Ravengro. It had been a long journey from Versex, but fortunately an uneventful one. Even the passage through the Hungry Mountains had been peaceful. An unusual occurrence; the caravan master had made a point of informing all the travelers.

At Kavapesta, Griar had left the caravan and booked passage on a barge plying the Senir river. At Chastel, it was a change of boats, for the slow passage upstream, along the Vistear to Lake Lias and at long last, Ravengro.

AKA dot.


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer thumps her quarterstaff as she walks to Ravengro. It is a steady thump, one that belies the anger behind her steps and the ire in her jaw. It wasn't the happy thumps of rabbits frolicking in fields of petunias, but was more like a one-woman march toward war.

Baer's left tusk, being slightly larger than the right, nearly poked against her aquiline nose, so tense was her jaw. Her long black hair seems to disappear into the black sheepskin cowl around her neck and back.

Stopping only sigh and yell at the sky, Baer returns to Ravengro. She is not happy.


Male Human Monk (Flowing/Qinggong/Vow)/2 (HP 19/19 | AC:16 | T:16 | FF:12 | CMB: 5 | CMD:17 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+7 | Will:+6 | Init:+4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 30)

An man of oriental appearance walks along the path to Ravengro, where he was told he could learn more about the death of professor Lorrimor. Despite the sour news that brings him to this location, Hung Hei Kwoon is whistling a happy-go-lucky tune from his lips.

As he passes passes the strangers of the town, he continues to whistle the tune and bows in their direction, then says "I like to whistle. The melody can give comfort while you work and enjoyment during your travels. Can you point me in the direction of professor Lorrimor's residence?"


Female Changeling Oracle (Life) 4
Character Information:
[HP: 27/27]; [Armor Class: 21; Touch: 12; Flat Footed: 19]; [BAB: +3; CMB: +3; CMD: 15]; [Saves: Fortitude: +4*; Reflex: +4*; Will: +6* (+2 v. death effects)]; [Initiative: +2]; [Perception: +1]

As she emerges from the coach Cassandra blinks her mismatched eyes at the sudden brightness from the coach's gloomy interior. Barely snatching her bag from the ground before the driver wordlessly starts the coach moving again she looks around the village square. Noticing the suspicious stares of the onlookers Cassandra fishes a pair of smoke lensed glasses from her pocket and places them on her pert upturned nose, to better hide a telltale part of her monstrous heritage, before smoothing her peasant blouse and skirt. Running her fingers through her raven black hair she approaches one of the villagers, smiling sweetly before asking "Forgive me, but I have recently arrived in your fine village as you know and am looking for the Lorrimor residence. Could you be so kind as to tell where that might be?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Oh well, that could have gone worse.


You each walk through the small town, keenly aware that the eyes of many locals are eyeing you - and any other unknown traveler - with no small degree of suspicion. If or when you ask for directions, they scowl and wordlessly point to the south side of town, letting you find your own way to the Professor's house from there.

It is a creaking, pointed edifice in classic Ustalavian style, just as you remembered it - at least, for those of you who had been there before. Some of you only had chance encounters with the professor, yet these brief experiences have come to define your life. You've been sure that you weren't the only one to have come across this extraordinary man, but this is the first time you will meet others that were as impacted by the professor as you.

The front door is painted a dark red, and you see on he right a bell pull to ring and announce yourself to the house. Traffic is light in this part of town, but when you see a local coming down the road, it is clear that they give this house a wide berth, if possible.

Please share one post about how you announce yourself. We'll assume that posting order equals order of arrival at the house.


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer pauses again on her walk. She is already used to ignoring the looks of distrust from the villagers. She had been in Ravengro to know what her welcome would be...and she knew that she didn't need to pay heed to it. They were a people unworthy of her...and the Professor. Why he made his home here when he could have taught in the finest universities on Golarion was a testament to his dedication to knowledge.

It was that same dedication that lead the Professor to work with Baer...something for which that Baer was eternally grateful. For without an outlet for her anger, Baer's life would already be ended...if not from the hands of others, but from her own hands, likely.

Baer scratches at the one light horizontal scar across the inside of her left wrist...a symbol of her pain and suffering at one time. A fate and destiny changed for having met the Professor.

The doorway is as she remembers it. With a heavy heart, she raps on the door with her quarterstaff, the note in her pocket carrying the weight of her mission.

"I am Baer Mytr...a student of the Professor. I have come to pay my respects," Baer says, barely containing her rage to whomever opens the door.


Male Human Monk (Flowing/Qinggong/Vow)/2 (HP 19/19 | AC:16 | T:16 | FF:12 | CMB: 5 | CMD:17 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+7 | Will:+6 | Init:+4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 30)

Hung Hei Kwoon presses the bell and awaits patiently for someone to open the door. "Greetings. I am Hung Hei Kwoon, traveler from a distant land and I have been sent word that Professor Lorrimor has past away. For that I am sorry. I come to honor his memory and bring peace to those suffering. May I come in?"


Female Changeling Oracle (Life) 4
Character Information:
[HP: 27/27]; [Armor Class: 21; Touch: 12; Flat Footed: 19]; [BAB: +3; CMB: +3; CMD: 15]; [Saves: Fortitude: +4*; Reflex: +4*; Will: +6* (+2 v. death effects)]; [Initiative: +2]; [Perception: +1]

Cassandra walks down the street finally arriving at the Lorrimor residence. Reaching reluctantly, almost timidly, for the knocker Cassandra knocks upon the door and waits for someone to answer. Once the door opens she begins to speak "My apologies for the intrusion. My name is Cassandra, Cassandra Blackmoore and I was a friend of the Professors. It was with great sorrow that I read your letter and learned of his passing. I came as soon as I could and hope that I am not too late."
Entering when bidden Cassandra follows her host to the parlor where other mourners are also present. Nodding to the others she thinks to herself "The Professor always had a unique taste in friends, myself included."


Male Ifrit Slayer 1| AC 16| T 13 | F 13 |HP 12| CMD 16 | F +3 | R +6 | W +2 | Init +3 |Per +4 |

Having never been to Ravengro, Griar stops to ask directions from one of the villagers, a craftsman by the look of him.

"Thank you goodman." Griar is unfazed by the fellows surly attitude.
Now having a direction the paladin sets out toward Prof Lorrimor's house with a brisk stride.

At the door Griar rings the bell twice, when someone opens the door he says: "I am Griar Brand. I've come to pay my respects to Professor Lorrimor, and in answer to the letter that was sent requesting my presence."


@BaerMytr
The door opens to reveal a concerned looking middle-aged Varisian woman, whom you recognize as Helena, the Professor's housekeeper. Though she doesn't say it, you can tell that she isn't thrilled to see you again, but instead simply leads you to the parlor. There, a pretty young woman, severely dressed and eyes red from crying stands to greet you. "Baer, is it not? I am Kendra Lorrimor. Thank you for coming. Your time here overlapped with my studies at the University in Leipstadt. I wish it were under different circumstances that we were first meeting."

@HungHeiKwoon
A Varisian woman opens the door for you. She greets you kindly, compliments your politeness, and leads you inside to the parlor. There you see a pretty young woman speaking with a rather surly-looking half-orc. The woman turns to you as you enter. "Ah, Mister Hung, yes? I am Kendra Lorrimor, and thank you for coming. My father spoke often of your discipline and dedication to your cause."

@CassandraBlackmoore
It takes a few minutes for the door to open, and when an older Varisian woman does, she says, "Oh, there is someone! I thought it my imagination..." She leads you in to the parlor, where a young woman, a man clearly of Tian descent, and a seething half orc are conversing. The young woman turns and says, "You must be Cassandra, then. I am Kendra Lorrimor. You frequently corresponded with my father, I believe, on matters... supernatural, yes?"

@GriarBrand
The middle-aged Varisian woman smiles at you sweetly, and beckons you inside, though she gives the greatsword on your back a hard look. She leads you into the somewhat crowded parlor, and a young human woman turns to greet you. "Ah, Griar, I presume. There's little mistaking your description. I am Kendra Lorrimor. I give you thanks for coming, and though I wish it were under different circumstances, I am glad to meet you - we orphans must support each other, you know."

I am unsure of our 5th players ability to start as of yesterday, so we'll loop him in when he is able.


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer snorts, her nostrils flaring. She smiles, trying to make nice with Kendra.

"It is nice to meet you. Your father spoke well of you," Baer says. "I'm so sorry for your loss...our loss really. The man meant so much to me. I...I...uh...He...he...was my only friend."

A single tear emerges from Baer's left eye, quickly wiped away in an aura of barely contained anger.

"The note does not say how he perished...he seemed to be a hale man. What fell him so quickly?"


Male Human Monk (Flowing/Qinggong/Vow)/2 (HP 19/19 | AC:16 | T:16 | FF:12 | CMB: 5 | CMD:17 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+7 | Will:+6 | Init:+4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 30)

Hung Hei Kwoon walks in and kneels in the middle of the room. "Eternal rest grant unto Professor Lorrimor and let perpetual light shine upon him. May Professor Lorrimor rest in peace. May his soul and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of Abadar, rest in peace. Bless his family so that they may have fortune and insight in this difficult time."

Hung Hei Kwoon stands up and bows to Kendra. "I know my prayers will be answered, Ms. Lorrimor. Your father was a great and noble man. If there is anything I can do in your time of need, please just ask. May I ask where is his final resting place?"


Female Changeling Oracle (Life) 4
Character Information:
[HP: 27/27]; [Armor Class: 21; Touch: 12; Flat Footed: 19]; [BAB: +3; CMB: +3; CMD: 15]; [Saves: Fortitude: +4*; Reflex: +4*; Will: +6* (+2 v. death effects)]; [Initiative: +2]; [Perception: +1]

once inside Cassandra removes her glasses revealing eyes of two different colors, one green and one violet "Thank you, Mistress." Cassandra bows her head slightly to acknowledge the others "Your father was very kind to me and helped me come to grips with a very traumatic experience and if there is anything I can due to help you through this trying time please do no hesitate to ask."
Somewhat taken aback at the Tian man's sudden theatrics Cassandra stammers "Y,yes your father and I often kept in touch after his visit to my village. It was through these correspondences that I came to view what happened to me not as a curse, but as a blessing in disguise"


Male Ifrit Slayer 1| AC 16| T 13 | F 13 |HP 12| CMD 16 | F +3 | R +6 | W +2 | Init +3 |Per +4 |

Griar bows his head and takes Kendra's hand, briefly, in greeting. "I am truly sad for your loss, Kendra."[b/]

He gives her a brief smile. [b]"It's good to meet you as well, though I wish it were under better circumstances.

Griar looks around at the eclectic collection of people in the room. "Your father will be missed.


Kendra nods at each of you in turn. "I am glad that you are here to mourn. So few others have come! For now, let me say that he did not pass peacefully, and I am still hoping to learn more from our town Sheriff. If you please, follow me."

She leads you out through the back door to a second building out back, that Baer recognizes as the professor's 'workshop' of sorts. "I know not all of you have been here before. This was where my father performed most of his work, and now, it is where he waits." She smiles wanly, opens the door with a key, and leads you in.

Inside, there is a simple wood casket, the lid closed. "Father Grimburrow, the local Pharasmin, has been keeping father... preserved... until your arrival. I believe that my father would have wanted you to be his pallbearers, and so we have delayed his burial for a time."

She motions to the casket. "I would prefer not to open it again myself, but if you choose to do so, you may. I will send word to Father Grimburrow that we will hold the funeral this afternoon." With that, she tearfully steps out and heads to the house.

What do you do?


Male Human Monk (Flowing/Qinggong/Vow)/2 (HP 19/19 | AC:16 | T:16 | FF:12 | CMB: 5 | CMD:17 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+7 | Will:+6 | Init:+4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 30)

Hung Hei Kwoon follows Kendra back into the house. "While we can do that this afternoon, do you have a meeting scheduled with the Sheriff? If so, I think we should all attend. I believe everyone would like to know the specifics of his passing."


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer stops well short of the covered coffin, gathering her thoughts and trying to master her anger among her hurt.

Carefully, then less carefully, she pushes her anger, hurt, indignation, and fear into the empty spot within in heart...the Void. The Void consumes all, eats all, and never gets full. Baer feeds all the emotions to the hungry Void.

Finally, slowly, Baer moves to the coffin, opening it so that she might both say goodbye and take one last glimpse of the man who harnessed her mind and her will to the Void.

She looks upon the Professor in silence (save for the huffing of her nostrils) for several moments. When she is done, she calmly closes the coffin and makes way for the next.


Kendra turns to the monk, "I have not had the chance to speak to the sheriff yet... Hei Kwoon? Master Hung? What do you prefer?"

------

Unfortunately for Baer, it is not a peaceful viewing. The Professor's head appears to have been brutally caved in, the jaw in particular having been smashed beyond simple reconstruction. It is little wonder that Kendra was unwilling to look again.


Female Changeling Oracle (Life) 4
Character Information:
[HP: 27/27]; [Armor Class: 21; Touch: 12; Flat Footed: 19]; [BAB: +3; CMB: +3; CMD: 15]; [Saves: Fortitude: +4*; Reflex: +4*; Will: +6* (+2 v. death effects)]; [Initiative: +2]; [Perception: +1]

"That won't be necessary." Cassandra says before walking up to the still closed casket and tracing the spiral symbol of Pharasma on the polished wood's surface. "May the Lady grant you peace" she prays before following Kendra and Hung back to the house.


Male Human Monk (Flowing/Qinggong/Vow)/2 (HP 19/19 | AC:16 | T:16 | FF:12 | CMB: 5 | CMD:17 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+7 | Will:+6 | Init:+4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 30)

"You may call me Kwoon, as it is common to call people by their first name in these lands. Hung Hei is my family name and society designation. We should speak with the Sheriff soon. I will be honored to be a pallbearer."

Hung Hei Kwoon will sit in the living room and wait, greeting anyone in the house.


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer's jaw stiffens as she gazes upon the body, taking in the damage.

This was no accident. This was an act of desecration!

Baer feeds more of her anger into the Void. The flames of her anger burning bright.

Turning away from the coffin, she closes it. She nods to Kendra, she eyes betraying her fury.

She goes to join Kwoon in quiet sitting, her festering rage a complement to his serenity.


Male Ifrit Slayer 1| AC 16| T 13 | F 13 |HP 12| CMD 16 | F +3 | R +6 | W +2 | Init +3 |Per +4 |

"It would be an honor to help carry your father's casket." Griar does not give in to morbid curiosity, and look into the casket.

He does take a moment to look around inside Lorrimor's works shop. The paladin does not touch anything, but he is curious to see what sorts of things the Professor has in his shop. The man was such a learned and far traveled person, the contents of his shop had to be quite interesting.

Griar does not take too long about it, before rejoining Kendra and the others in the house.

Back at the house, Griar catches the eye of each of the other people who were summoned to Professor Lorrimor's funeral. "So, you all were an acquaintances of the Professor's? I met him when a demon attacked our village. He helped to destroy it, and taught me much about the fell creatures. Realizing he has not properly introduced himself yet he adds. "Pardon me, I am Grair Brand, Servant of Erastil."


Kendra acknowledges your willingness with a weak smile, and begins to tear up again. She pens a quick missive and gives it to a young man that the housekeeper, Helena, has called to deliver to Father Grimburrow.

When you are all regathered in the parlour, Helena serves tea and some light baked goods. The runner returns after a short time to share that Father Grimburrow will be prepared to receive them at the gravesite at 3:00 in the afternoon - just over an hour and a half from now. 

You have time to converse with each other and ask additional questions of Kendra. I'll move us along when ready.


Male Human Monk (Flowing/Qinggong/Vow)/2 (HP 19/19 | AC:16 | T:16 | FF:12 | CMB: 5 | CMD:17 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+7 | Will:+6 | Init:+4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 30)

"Hail Griar Brand and Cassandra! I too am a man of faith, an evangelist of Abadar. You may call me Kwoon, but my full name is Hung Hei Kwoon. I continue to learn lessons of faith. I have vowed to tell the truth in all things, and I work to bring perfection to myself and my friends. I would be honored to attend the funeral with you."

Walking over to the half orc, Hung Hei Kwoon says, "My apologies, but I must admit, I have never seen someone of your kind. You have very large teeth. My master said large teeth are a sign of wisdom, which is why we lose our baby teeth, so it is an honor to meet you."


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer looks at Griar, trying not to let her temper flare over being passed over for the introductions. The chip on Baer's shoulder is highlighted by her snorting nostrils.

Does he not see me!? I'm sitting right here! I was the Professor's favored pupil. I am sure of it!

"And I am Baer Mytr. Nice to meet you all," Baer says with forced calm.

Baer rises to offer her meaty hand to Kwoon to shake.

"You have not seen my kind before? Orcs are rampant in the lands near here. What about my teeth?" Baer asks. "It's nice that you regard my teeth highly...many here in Ravengro seem to regard me with...with...discourtesy." Baer sneers at the euphemism.

They are outright rude and distrustful.

"Where are you from, Kwoon?" Baer tries to change the subject.


Male Human Monk (Flowing/Qinggong/Vow)/2 (HP 19/19 | AC:16 | T:16 | FF:12 | CMB: 5 | CMD:17 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+7 | Will:+6 | Init:+4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 30)

"I come from the peaceful land of Hwanggot, which is in Tian Xia. It is a beautiful land near the Naikang Bay, but alas very far away on a different continent. One must travel by sea for several weeks. I was sea-sick the entire time aboard the ship. I believe Abadar was letting me know that it was a one-way trip as part of my evangelical work."

Staring at Baer's teeth, he continues "You are half-orc? How interesting. The discourtesy you encounter is to toughen your soul. Just as iron must be heated to form steel, so to must a soul encounter adversity. Without adversity, we would become weak and slow. This is why the gods challenge us. It is up to us to meet, and beat, those challenges."


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer finds herself at a lack of words for what Kwoon suggests.

Teeth hold wisdom? Does that mean that the land shark is wise? And the owl is not?

Baer smiles and tries to make polite conversation with Kwoon, her greenish skin uplifting to a gaping smile.

"Sounds like you traveled a long way to get here. How long have you been in these 'civilized' lands," Baer asks.


Female Changeling Oracle (Life) 4
Character Information:
[HP: 27/27]; [Armor Class: 21; Touch: 12; Flat Footed: 19]; [BAB: +3; CMB: +3; CMD: 15]; [Saves: Fortitude: +4*; Reflex: +4*; Will: +6* (+2 v. death effects)]; [Initiative: +2]; [Perception: +1]

Cassandra, seated in the parlor, asks Kendra "You said that this Father Grimburrow has been preserving your father until our arrival. I apologize for extending your grief any longer than necessary, but how long along did the Professor die?"


"He passed away two weeks ago. I would be happy to let you all speak to the Sheriff. You must be resourceful individuals to attract my father's attention."


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer makes a mental note to go with these strangers to visit the Sheriff after the funeral. It was almost the least she could do to pay tribute to the Professor.

"You did not say how he was found, or where, Kendra. Do you know that? I am interested in pursuing what happened to the Professor," Baer says, her eyes flickering to the rest. "It appears that many of us share the same interest."

Internally, Baer feeds more anger, loss, and hurt to the Void.


Male Ifrit Slayer 1| AC 16| T 13 | F 13 |HP 12| CMD 16 | F +3 | R +6 | W +2 | Init +3 |Per +4 |

Griar finds Kwoon's talk of far off lands facinating. He wonders why Baer is giving him the stink eye. Shrugging, Griar decides she will tell him what the matter is, if she feels like it. Now the half-orc girl is voicing thoughts that mirror his own.
"If you are waiting on more information from the Sheriff, Kendra, it makes me think you think there was foul play involved. The Professor was a friend of mine, so I, like Baer, am interested in looking into the matter.


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer looks Griar up and down, measuring the man for the first time.

"I hope that the Sheriff provides more answers...but I can tell you now that the Professor's death was no accident. A head does not get that caved in by accident."


Male Ifrit Slayer 1| AC 16| T 13 | F 13 |HP 12| CMD 16 | F +3 | R +6 | W +2 | Init +3 |Per +4 |

Griar grimaces. "So a violent death." Turning to Kendra, Griar says: "I'm sorry, Kendra. This must be very hard for you. We will find out who is responsible, and bring them to justice. You have my word on it."


Kendra grimaces. "It may be possible to summon the sheriff after the funeral. I will ask Hekena to send a runner for him. I have first arranged for a reading of my father's Will following the funeral. Councilor Hearthmount, the local Barrister, is to meet us here following the burial. Yes, i will ask the sherriff to be here before dinner."

She turns her head as thpugh hearing a noise outside, and in a moment you hear also the sound of horse and cart. Kendra stands, straightens her dress, and says, ”I believe it is time, as that will be the acolytes from the temple come to help us bear the casket to the gates of the Restlands, our local cemetary. From there, you will bear the casket, following me, and followed by those few who remmebered my father well. So few..." She frowns at this, then shakes her head and continues. "We will walk up the Dreamwake - that's one of the paths through the Restlands - and then down the Eversleep to the plot of land my father has next to my mother."

She begins to tear up again, and steps towards Helena, who holds out a coat for her. The acolytes bear the holy symbol of Pharasma, and they appear to have already loaded the casket into their cart for transport. They wordlessly set off their mule driven cart, and you follow them back through town to the Restlands.

As you pass through town, you see the local economy at work, and where everyone is coming and going for their various concerns. You can see a map of Ravengro here, and make a Knowledge(Local) check to discern the nature of certain buildings.

Some locals give the procession dark looks, and a few make a sign to ward off evil.

Sense Motive DC 20 on Kendra:
Though she tries to appear lost in thought, Kendra is clearly distressed by what the locals are doing.


Male Human Monk (Flowing/Qinggong/Vow)/2 (HP 19/19 | AC:16 | T:16 | FF:12 | CMB: 5 | CMD:17 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+7 | Will:+6 | Init:+4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 30)

As he walks along the road, seeing the local citizens make signs to ward off evil, Hung Hei Kwoon says, "There is no evil here." each time someone makes the sign.

Sense Motive on Kendra: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"We must forgive ignorance, for it shows our lack of it, Miss Lorrimor."


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 Sense Motive - Kendra

She is angry. I wonder if she feeds her rage into the Void as well.

Baer takes her end of the coffin, stowing her quarterstaff so that she might use two hands.

She walks as if this is both the highest honor and saddest point in her life (it is both, truly). Her face cannot hide her feelings of loss, nor her pride that she was even asked to carry the burden. Her back arches proudly and she tries to keep her chin up as they walk through town.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 Know (Local)


Male Ifrit Slayer 1| AC 16| T 13 | F 13 |HP 12| CMD 16 | F +3 | R +6 | W +2 | Init +3 |Per +4 |

Sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Griar follows the cart with bowed head, then takes his place as a pallbearer. It is a somber occasion, Griar wishes that he had worn black. He takes no notice of the people who make gestures against evil, they are fools.


Female Changeling Oracle (Life) 4
Character Information:
[HP: 27/27]; [Armor Class: 21; Touch: 12; Flat Footed: 19]; [BAB: +3; CMB: +3; CMD: 15]; [Saves: Fortitude: +4*; Reflex: +4*; Will: +6* (+2 v. death effects)]; [Initiative: +2]; [Perception: +1]

Given her heritage Cassandra knows well the gestures the townsfolk make as the procession goes by still she does her best to ignore them and walks behind the cart with her head bowed.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 7


Kendra inclines her head towards Kwoon, but says nothing.

Baer recognizes several businesses as the same from her last visit, though she was welcome at few of them. Name/type added to 3 buildings.

-----

After a short time, you come to the entrance of the Restlands. A low fog seems to perpetually hang over these moorlands, obscuring sight further into the graveyard. You each take a corner of the casket to bear it slowly down the Dreamwake.

A couple minutes down the path, you can make out an intersection of paths in the Restlands and see gathered there a small cadre of weathered-looking townspeople. A grizzled man steps forward from their midst, and all form a line to bar your way.

Kendra stops perhaps twenty feet from the collection of men. She gives them all a weary look, and flatly states, "Please step aside, Mister Hephenus. Today I bury my father, and wish only to put him at rest."

The grizzled has his arms crossed, and you see that the townsmen behind him are all carrying a variety of farm implements. “You've come far enough, Miss Kendra. We been talking, and we don’t want the professor buried in the Restlands. You can take him upriver and bury him there if you want, but he ain’t goin’ in the ground here!”

1

Her sadness quickly flares to anger. "But this is absurd! I have made arrangements with Father Grimburrow, who awaits ahead to receive us! What could posess you to keep us from a grave that has already been prepared?"

2

Hephenus growls, "We won't have a necromancer buried in the same ground as our kin. I suggest you move out while you can, and take the menagerie with you."

3

What do you do? Note that by carrying the casket, you do not have free hands at the moment. You can indicate where you might act by noting 1, 2, or 3, and your action will take place at the number noted in the dialogue above. If you wish to use a skill, please make the appropriate roll.


Male Human Monk (Flowing/Qinggong/Vow)/2 (HP 19/19 | AC:16 | T:16 | FF:12 | CMB: 5 | CMD:17 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+7 | Will:+6 | Init:+4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 30)

1. "I suggest we gently lower the casket down. The locals are misguided, I fear for their safety."

2. Hung Hei Kwoon will begin to slowly lower the casket if the others agree.

3. If we agree to lower it, Hung Hei Kwoon will step in front of Kendra to protect her. As he bows to the crowd, he says "Please forgive me, but your actions speak ill toward the town. I am unarmed missionary of Abadar. I promise we are not burying a necromancer. Should you continue to block our way, I may be forced to fight. I do not wish to do this, because most of you will be seriously injured. This would make it hard for you to earn a living and your family would suffer as a result. Please step aside."

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 7


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

1-2: Baer gently lowers the casket. Her ire rises and she desires to express it.

3: Baer waits to see the results of Kwoon's diplomacy. (Also waiting if others want to try as well.)

4: Finally, seeing as the yokels are unwilling to listen to reason, Baer draws her quarterstaff and approaches.

"I shall feed you into the Void for your lies and your foolishness! While the Professor was no necromancer, he assuredly knew more magics than you will ever understand...he taught me well. Go now, and I shall not unless them upon you."

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 Intimidate


Male Ifrit Slayer 1| AC 16| T 13 | F 13 |HP 12| CMD 16 | F +3 | R +6 | W +2 | Init +3 |Per +4 |

Griar goes along with the others as they lower the casket to the ground. "If the professor were a necromancer, don't you people think that Father Grimburrow would refuse to allow him to be buried in hallowed ground? You are badly mistaken, folks." Griar smiles. It is more a smile of menace, than friendship. "You actions can not be considered to be proper by any measure, go back to your business, and let the dead be laid to rest."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22


The townsmen shift uncomfortably as Baer and Griar speak threat and truth to their folly, and grudgingly move out of the way.

Hephenus himself puffs up for a moment, then throws up his hands with a loud "Bah!" before stalking away. 

Kendra nods her thanks to you, and leads the procession further down the gravel path, giving the men an icy look, but no further words.

Ahead on the left, a wizened old cleric of Pharasma - Father Grimburrow  - stands clad all in black. A pair of heavyset men with shovels stand further back, smoking pipes and huddling in cloaks against the fog.

You lower the casket carefully into the open grave, and the priest shares a ceremonial prayer for the departed. "Holy Lady, you see all souls, and judge justly those who pass to your care. Care now for Petros. Guide his soul to a place of rest and peace. May your grace guide him, and guide us all, to peace." He steps back, and gestures for Kendra to share any words

She steps forward, and speaks tearfully and tersely. "My father was a good man, devoted to his studies, to his research, and to his family. I shall always remember his love for me, and his tenderness after the passing of my mother. He loved life deeply, loved to probe its mysteries. I can only hope to carry that same curiosity all of my days." She begins crying quietly, and motions for others to speak as they will.


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer steps forward to express her feelings regarding the loss of the Professor.

Taking a deep breath, she expresses exactly what she feels about today, the loss, and her own personal grief.

She incoherently yells and screams into the open pit for a minute (or until she is hoarse), unleashing the Void. When finished, she turns without another word and returns to her position.


Male Human Monk (Flowing/Qinggong/Vow)/2 (HP 19/19 | AC:16 | T:16 | FF:12 | CMB: 5 | CMD:17 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+7 | Will:+6 | Init:+4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 30)

"Death is a strange and mysterious journey. That's why it is saved for last."


Kendra gives a very alarmed look at Baer, and seems quite startled, though she then seems somewhat reassured by Kwoon's more reasonable statement.

Father Grimburrow steps forward again after you finish, nonplussed. "May the soul of the faithfully departed truly rest in peace, and the Lady give him comfort." All gathered speak their assent, and the gravediggers set down their pipes, shrug off their cloaks, and begin shoveling dirt over the casket. Kendra remains until they have finished their work, then invites you all back to her home for refreshment.

-----

Back at the Lorrimor Estate, Helena walks about the parlour serving dinner rolls, sliced meats and cheeses, and fruit preserves to the assembled townsfolk who join you.

"I thank you all for coming," Kendra speaks to you all for the first time after returning from the Restlands. "He often spoke well of each of you... in your own ways. I am glad for you to be here, and if you remain but a bit longer, there is a final matter-"

Her words are interrupted by a rap at the door. Helena attends to it, and returns shortly with a rotund man in cape and top hat. He carries a sealed scroll tube under an arm as he removes his gloves, and bows to Kendra. "Miss Lorrimor, my, ah, condolences to you on the loss of your, ah, father. I knew him well. You'll forgive my, ah, intrusion upon your mourning, but, ah, there is the, ah, matter of your father's will. He, ah, left instruction that it was to be read in the, ah, company of these individuals gathered, ah, here, as it were."

Kendra nods, "Thank you, Mr. Hearthmount, for your condolences, and you are welcome. I understand my father's wishes, and you may proceed as you will." She gestures all to take seats. 

What do you do?


Male Human Monk (Flowing/Qinggong/Vow)/2 (HP 19/19 | AC:16 | T:16 | FF:12 | CMB: 5 | CMD:17 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+7 | Will:+6 | Init:+4 | Perc: +7 | Speed 30)

"What is this, "will", you speak of? A message from beyond the grave? Is this some kind of sorcery unknown to me, or a custom in these lands that I have yet to familiarize myself with?" Rather than sit in a seat, Hung Hei Kwoon kneels on the floor with his hands on his thighs.


Stats:
F HalfOrc Barrister 7 (HP 57/57| AC:21 | T:13 | FF:18 | CMB: +9 | CMD:24 | Fort:+7 | Ref:+6 | Will:+6 | Init:+3| Perc: +16 | Speed: 30 ft.)

Baer sits. She squirms more than a bit...as if there is some energy that she must use or it will overtake her.

She waits for what is going to happen next.


Male Ifrit Slayer 1| AC 16| T 13 | F 13 |HP 12| CMD 16 | F +3 | R +6 | W +2 | Init +3 |Per +4 |

At the grave side, Griar any says. "May Erastil guide your soul in the afterlife, Professor Lorrimor, so you can find your rest and hearth."

Griar stays quite on the walk back to the Estate. It is a most somber occasion and Griar finds himself wrapped in gloomy thoughts. Golarion has lost a point of light, and the shadows grow closer.

In the house, Griar unbuckles the scabbard to his greatsword. He props it, as well as his short yew bow, up, in an out of the way corner, but where he can keep an eye on it. The smell of food makes Griar realize that he is indeed hungry, so he accepts a plate.

The paladin smiles the tiniest bit at Kwoon's question. "The Professor wrote down his wishes for the disposal of his property, in the event of his death. That is a will."

Griar sets his plate on a table to the side. He looks at Mr. Hearthmount expectantly.

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