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Game Master Wildebob

An old friend has died under mysterious circumstances. Is there more to the tragedy than a freak accident?


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M Half-elf NG Druid: 6 | HP: 45 | AC: 16 | Ini: 3 | Per: 6 | Darkvision: 60' | Speed: 30' |

"The evidence of...?," Sohar asks as he falls in step with the group.


Male Half-Elf Cleric of Sarenrae 1 (HP 13/13 | AC:17 | T:10 | FF:17 CMB: 2 | CMD:12 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+0 | Will:+4 | Init:+0 | Perc: +4 | Speed 20')

Richter comes upon the scene and shakes his head at the carnage that was a cat. He says a small prayer over the remains and then steps back beside Morgrym.

"Poor thing..." Richter's features hardens after the prayer.


Male Dwarf Rogue 1 (HP 16 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | F +3 | R +4 | W +3 | Perception +10 | Init +3)

"Aye, that be one ugly sight. Enough t' turn the stomach o' most folk. Blech," he spits off to the side, but stands back and lets Coiger take the lead.

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M Half-elf NG Druid: 6 | HP: 45 | AC: 16 | Ini: 3 | Per: 6 | Darkvision: 60' | Speed: 30' |

Upon encountering the scene at the monument, Sohar gestures in the air as a sign to ward off evil. He makes note of, and idly wonders at the difference in the number of star points between the statue and current sheriff.


@Coiger, there isn't much to see at the scene, besides the aforementioned statue and blood. Around the far side of the monument's base, you find a "V" scrawled in thick blood. The cat has clearly had its throat cut by something extremely sharp. There are footprints everywhere from boots of all sizes. The sheriff seems to a be good-hearted, pleasant country gentleman, though he's obviously very suspicious of you all.

The sheriff looks at Coiger with a perplexed expression. Y'all wanna help with the investigation? Well...now that's unexpected. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to pass on that offer seeing as I don't know you from Adam, but...thanks? Y'all really shouldn't be here, ya know. Folks are quite sure y'all are the guilty party. While you've sure turned me on my head on that topic, I can't have you investigatin' your own crime in the people's eyes. Ya understand? If y'all learn anythin' though, I'd be mighty grateful for a tip and I'd be happy to make sure y'all get the credit.


Male Dwarf Rogue 1 (HP 16 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | F +3 | R +4 | W +3 | Perception +10 | Init +3)

"Then maybe ye would no mind us takin' a quick look around here then, eh Sheriff? Might be that a summin' small points us in another direction than you 'n yer boys."

If permitted, and also given the go-ahead from Coiger, Morgrym takes a look around the grounds for anything else that's out of the ordinary. Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20. Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17.


Male Human Inquisitor (Pharasma) 1 | HP: 12 | AC: 16 T: 10 FF: 16 | CMD: 11 | F: +3 (+7 w endurance) R: +0 W: +8 (+10 v fear) | Init: +0 | Perc: +11 SnsM: +9 | Speed: 20' (armor) Temple Records
Morgrym - 8574 wrote:

"Then maybe ye would no mind us takin' a quick look around here then, eh Sheriff? Might be that a summin' small points us in another direction than you 'n yer boys."

If permitted, and also given the go-ahead from Coiger, Morgrym takes a look around the grounds for anything else that's out of the ordinary.

If you ask, Coiger doesn't have a problem with it (though he mentally face palms). Part of his completely unstated goal is to tie up the officials attentions a bit so the rest of the party can surreptitiously look around. He sees local authorities as more of a bother than a help--like the the way the FBI occasionally seems to see local police forces.

Bluff (subtle (I hope--he actually has some cogent questions) distraction): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Bluff (clue in the party via innuendo): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

He asks again about the victim though. "Was this cat anyone's pet?" Coiger looks for any tags or other signs it might have had an owner.


Male Human Inquisitor (Pharasma) 1 | HP: 12 | AC: 16 T: 10 FF: 16 | CMD: 11 | F: +3 (+7 w endurance) R: +0 W: +8 (+10 v fear) | Init: +0 | Perc: +11 SnsM: +9 | Speed: 20' (armor) Temple Records

"What do you suppose the 'V' stands for?"


Female Human Ranger 2 Barb 1 | HP: 24/30 | AC: 16 T:12 FF:14| CMD:18 | F:+7 R:+4 W:+1 | Init:+2 | Perc:+7 | Speed: 40' |

Poor little fuzzems...

She mentioned glancing briefly at the feline. She wasnt allowed as a child to have a at or anything. Her father believed they were more of a pest and annoyance than a help, since well they werent farming or anything. Actually even though she liked animals she didnt have any pets really. She hoped it didnt belong to anyone. That would be heartbreaking.

Without a word she sort of glanced about as well, moving slightly closer to the statue to take a good look at it and all while the others spoke to the sheriff.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

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M Half-elf NG Druid: 6 | HP: 45 | AC: 16 | Ini: 3 | Per: 6 | Darkvision: 60' | Speed: 30' |

As Sohar waits, Lyra flies into the air, landing on the monument. She cocks her head, observing the scene.

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Lyra Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24


The sheriff remains firm in his refusal. I'm sorry. Y'all seem a more level-headed lot than I'd suspected and I'm even startin' to believe it wasn't y'all that done this after all, but I've a duty to this town an' I can't let ya linger. Now, if you'd please move along, folks, and allow us to continue our work. After asking you to leave, he lowers his voice some and whispers to Morgrym. We'll, uh, be done here in about an hour. I reckon folks'll wanna steer clear o'this place for a while.He peers at Morgrym meaningfully.

Looking around, Morgrym sees little more than the obvious - monument, blood, "V", sheriff and deputies. When he turns his attention to the tracks, he can make out so many that are going in so many directions that he just can't single out anything helpful.

The sheriff gives no indication that he's noticed Coiger's subtle communications. He answers the questions, but he's clearly losing his patience. No clue on the cat. There are more strays than pets in these fields. We haven't the faintest idea what "V" means. Now, y'all just aren't hearin' me. Ya understand that I'm tryin' to be polite. I don't have to be. Go now unless ya wanna sleep in the jail tonight.

Chellian and Lyra turn up nothing new as they scan the area.


Male Dwarf Rogue 1 (HP 16 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | F +3 | R +4 | W +3 | Perception +10 | Init +3)

Morgrym taps the side of his nose conspiratorially, the moves to step away. "Come on, all. Let's go see this big durn prison what everyone keeps talkin' about. Must be a true sight up close, an' I'd hate t' travel all o' this way an' no' see it."


Male Human Inquisitor (Pharasma) 1 | HP: 12 | AC: 16 T: 10 FF: 16 | CMD: 11 | F: +3 (+7 w endurance) R: +0 W: +8 (+10 v fear) | Init: +0 | Perc: +11 SnsM: +9 | Speed: 20' (armor) Temple Records

Is it visible from here?


Male Dwarf Rogue 1 (HP 16 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | F +3 | R +4 | W +3 | Perception +10 | Init +3)

Yep, we caught glimpse of it on the way, posted last Tuesday:

GM wrote:
South of town about half a mile, a large hill rises 30 or 40 feet above the surrounding land. It is crowned by the crumbling remains of a walled structure, Harrowstone Prison. The road toward that hill is somewhat grown over, but shows obvious signs of having been a busy thoroughfare in the past and getting only minor traffic today.


It is, indeed, visible further south along the road alongside which the monument stands.

The sheriff relaxes visibly when Morgrym says, "Come one, all." but perks right back up when he goes on to suggest visiting Harrowstone. Now, dammit, I know y'all are outsiders, but why ya gotta go pokin' the dragon at every turn? Ya can't go up there. Hellfire, y'all are determined to get locked up today. Go...have a drink or something. At that he turns away grumbling and ambles over to his deputies and starts cursing and shouting his frustrations at them.


Male Human Inquisitor (Pharasma) 1 | HP: 12 | AC: 16 T: 10 FF: 16 | CMD: 11 | F: +3 (+7 w endurance) R: +0 W: +8 (+10 v fear) | Init: +0 | Perc: +11 SnsM: +9 | Speed: 20' (armor) Temple Records

After leaving the scene, Coiger shares what frustratingly little he has found (an overly detailed forensic report on 'Fuzzems', their time spent at the smithy, seemingly unedited thoughts about the local constabulary, etc...) and brings Sohar up to speed hoping for some return on his knowledge investment from everyone else.
Then he suddenly turns to Richter (whom he might have ignored to this point), "You seem to be a local, what do you know of any of these people (the councilmen, the sheriff, Grimburrow, Gibs, Lorimor, the apothecary, the cat, basically everyone they have met--he ferrets for any interesting rumors, or personal opinions that might lead to something concrete) or Harrowstone itself for that matter?"
This is the bit that is often edited out of most procedural cop shows.

When the comparing of notes is complete he says: "I suggest we move on to the apothecary."


Male Dwarf Rogue 1 (HP 16 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | F +3 | R +4 | W +3 | Perception +10 | Init +3)

Morgrym grunts in surprise. "Never had me a human lawkeeper tell me t' get t' drinkin' this early in the day. Maybe he's got a bit o' dwarf blood in 'im."

After Coiger grills Richter, he agrees, "Aye, let's be off t' see th' professer's lady friend. Sure'n she knows a thing 'r two."

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M Half-elf NG Druid: 6 | HP: 45 | AC: 16 | Ini: 3 | Per: 6 | Darkvision: 60' | Speed: 30' |

Lyra flies back to Sohar's shoulder. "The apothecary it is then."


Male Half-Elf Cleric of Sarenrae 1 (HP 13/13 | AC:17 | T:10 | FF:17 CMB: 2 | CMD:12 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+0 | Will:+4 | Init:+0 | Perc: +4 | Speed 20')

Richter looks at Coiger. "Sorry friend but I do not know much, I have only been living in Ravngro for about six months." He takes up a thoughtful pose and contemplates for a minute. "Let me scour my memory for an information... Please give me a second." He smiles at Coiger.


Passing through town, there is still a gathering of people, though not as before. Apparently most of those who have to work have trickled off. Those still standing around gossiping cast suspicious and disapproving glances you way.

When you reach Jominda's apothecary, the door is open. Myriad dried plants are tied to the ceiling rafters and posts. Countless jars contain alchemical and bizarre ingredients, only half of which you feel you could name. A thick smoke of incense hangs in the air with a heavy, woody scent. Jominda is dusting bottles on a tall shelf with a feather duster when you walk in.


Male Half-Elf Cleric of Sarenrae 1 (HP 13/13 | AC:17 | T:10 | FF:17 CMB: 2 | CMD:12 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+0 | Will:+4 | Init:+0 | Perc: +4 | Speed 20')

As they walk back to town Richter starts answering Coiger's interrigation.

"The sheriff is a good guy, but a little easy on petty criminals. He's as likely to drink with a troublemaker as lock him up. He tends to punish only those who commit crimes personally annoying to him or egregious enough that the council puts pressure on him to act.

Jominda, the apothecary, is an old, gray woman who is suspiciously bouncy and spry for her age. She acts as a bit of a grandmother to the town - kind and sweet-spirited, but quick to rap knuckles with a wooden spoon if she disapproves of some behavior.

I have not seen the cat before.

Grimburrow is a blunt, stodgy old man, but he also has an odd sense of humor that sneaks into conversations now and again. Most of the townsfolk are a little afraid of his disapproval.

Harrowstone is a creepy, old prison ruin said to be haunted. The town council forbids anyone going there, but occasionally some dumb kid will.

Jorfa, the blacksmith, is direct and says little, but her skill as a craftswoman is excellent. She rides her apprentices hard to reach her level, seemingly unaware that her natural dwarven talent may put her just out of their reach."

Richter counts off on his fingers as he tries and remembers all of Coiger's questions.

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M Half-elf NG Druid: 6 | HP: 45 | AC: 16 | Ini: 3 | Per: 6 | Darkvision: 60' | Speed: 30' |

[b]"Salutations, Wise Woman,"/b] Sohar says upon entering the shop, though he quickly gets distracted by the various items on the shelves.


Male Dwarf Rogue 1 (HP 16 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | F +3 | R +4 | W +3 | Perception +10 | Init +3)

"Jorfa, eh? Not sure we got even that out o' her. Good t' know." Morgrym holds the door for the others as they enter the apothecary.


Female Human Ranger 2 Barb 1 | HP: 24/30 | AC: 16 T:12 FF:14| CMD:18 | F:+7 R:+4 W:+1 | Init:+2 | Perc:+7 | Speed: 40' |

That place... it certainly looks creepy enough, I wonder why they have no rebuilt it, or razed it completely, half finished like it is...

She shuddered and turned away from their distant view of the place. Their were so many mysteries here in this town suddenly, cat murders, mysterious deaths.... She swallowed and blinked wiping at her eyes. Thinking of the dear professor like that caught he a bit unprepared. She hardly noticed that they had reached the apothecaries already. In fact she stood there blinking for a moment. This too was a familiar enough scene herb picking back home, she often found different roots and things her towns apothecary needed.


Male Dwarf Rogue 1 (HP 16 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | F +3 | R +4 | W +3 | Perception +10 | Init +3)

"Bah,, looked t' be poor craftsmanship anyway. No dwarven-make 'd fall down that easy.... Say, ye got summin' in yer eye, Chellian?"


Male Human Inquisitor (Pharasma) 1 | HP: 12 | AC: 16 T: 10 FF: 16 | CMD: 11 | F: +3 (+7 w endurance) R: +0 W: +8 (+10 v fear) | Init: +0 | Perc: +11 SnsM: +9 | Speed: 20' (armor) Temple Records
Richter Kyras wrote:
Richter counts off on his fingers as he tries and remembers all of Coiger's questions.

Coiger notes everything new in his ledger. Next to Grimburrow entry he adds 'Sunshine.'

He almost doesn't notice when they arrive at the apothecary's until his hay-fever kicks in and he nearly sneezes his helmet off. "Blast." He curses.
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30 He notices Chellian's tears,
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12 "You as well?" and offers her his spare hanky.


As you all enter the apothecary, Jominda looks over from her dusting. She appears a little surprised to have customers.

Ah, good morning. I thought you would be over at some point today. How has Ravengro received you so far? Odd little village, isn't it? As she blabbers on cheerily, she walks over to a shelf opposite the one she was dusting and picks up a small tincture without even looking at it and hands it to Coiger. Two drops under the tongue, dear. And how is poor Kendra holding up? Sweet lamb. I must remember to bring her a rum cake today. The Lady knows she could use the liquor.

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M Half-elf NG Druid: 6 | HP: 45 | AC: 16 | Ini: 3 | Per: 6 | Darkvision: 60' | Speed: 30' |

"Thank you for inquirin', Wise Woman. She is holdin' up, though her nerves be a bit frayed. Any well-wishes would be well-received, I'm guessin'."


Jominda smiles at Sohar and then continues her babbling monologue. You're a good, boy. And this beautiful thing appears to agree. She turns to Lyra and whistles a bit at her. I keep some stone moth caterpillars around, pretty thing. Would you like some? Excellent for sleeping elixirs, they are, not that you'd care about that, my darling. Here they are! Eat up. Eat up. Jominda continues bustling about the shop with impressive familiarity. A jar full of caterpillars appears in one hand and a dish in the other as her hands dart about without even a confirming glance from her. She tips a few onto the dish and turns back to the group.

And how are you all holding up, dears? I expect not many around here have shown much concern for your emotional well-being. Let me look at you.

She takes Chellian's face in her hands and tisks. Didn't sleep well last night, did we, dear? Her hand snatches a tiny bottle from a nearby shelf. 3 drops of this in your tea this evening and you'll have the best night's sleep since you were a babe. She presses the bottle into her hand and moves on.

Next she peers into Morgrym's eyes. I like you, dwarf. You've got intelligent eyes and a kind manner. You keep your wits about you, dear, and you'll keep this lot out of trouble just fine.

Next to be inspected is Richter. Hmmm. There's hurt in your face, son. So much hurt. You hold tight to the Dawnflower. She'll sort you out. In the meantime, keep your friends close.

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M Half-elf NG Druid: 6 | HP: 45 | AC: 16 | Ini: 3 | Per: 6 | Darkvision: 60' | Speed: 30' |

Lyra quickly flies to the proffered moths and enthusiastically devours them. She then flies to Jominda's shoulder and trills softly in the woman's ear. "I believe she's thankin' ya for your kindness."

"To be honest, there weren't much good sleep to be had last night. Evil dreams, and simultaneous-like, too." He makes the familiar warding gesture without conscious thought.


Female Human Ranger 2 Barb 1 | HP: 24/30 | AC: 16 T:12 FF:14| CMD:18 | F:+7 R:+4 W:+1 | Init:+2 | Perc:+7 | Speed: 40' |

She blushed slightly at the woman's prognosis, she was either very perceptive or... she swallowed and thanked Jominda nonetheless. She realized she had acquired a hanky from Coiger and colored. Indeed her thoughts and mind were all aflutter and elsewhere since she had recieved the letter pratically.

She needed to toughen up, for the professor if anything else.
"Did the ...late good professor speak to you about his wanderings in the area at all? He was a very careful man from my experiances with him, Its hard to believe a simple accident was the cause of his untimely demise.

She asked the woman doing her best to still hold back tears. The lack of sleep had not helped her keep the emotions from running wild.


Male Dwarf Rogue 1 (HP 16 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | F +3 | R +4 | W +3 | Perception +10 | Init +3)

"Ye be too kind, ma'm," Morgrym says proudly.


Male Human Inquisitor (Pharasma) 1 | HP: 12 | AC: 16 T: 10 FF: 16 | CMD: 11 | F: +3 (+7 w endurance) R: +0 W: +8 (+10 v fear) | Init: +0 | Perc: +11 SnsM: +9 | Speed: 20' (armor) Temple Records

After taking the two drops.
*sniff sniff* "Yes. Much better. My thanks Jominda. Alas, our visit is not only social, nor mercantile."
He leaves a pregnant pause at the end, hoping she fills it in.

Sense Motive (Me thinks the lady doth project cheer too much): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27


At Sohar's mention of "simultaneous dreams," Jominda's cheery demeanor falters for the briefest second and her hand misses the bottle she was adjusting, knocking it over. In embarrassment, she quickly picks it up and continues like nothing happened. Oh? That's odd. What kind of evil dreams?

Jominda turns to Chellian at her question. Quite so. Petros was careful about certain things -though reckless about others- she mutters, physical danger being one of them. I had only seen him in passing in the week before the accident. He didn't chitchat - just seemed mightily focused on something, as he so often was. It wasn't the least bit unusual for that silly, old man.

[spoiler=Coiger]Jominda was clearly ruffled by the mention of the "simultaneous evil dreams", but otherwise her cheery nature simply appears to be just that.[spoiler]

She then responds to Coiger. I presumed as much. What is it you'd like to know, Pharasmin?

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M Half-elf NG Druid: 6 | HP: 45 | AC: 16 | Ini: 3 | Per: 6 | Darkvision: 60' | Speed: 30' |

Sohar goes a bit pale recalling the dream of the previous night. With a shake of his head and a barely muttered ward against curses, he responds, "If'n I had to hazard a guess, I'd say that it was as if I was a prisoner, maybe locked up in that Harrowstone place over yonder, even. Would've scared the warts off a frog's a... err, behind, beggin' your pardon. At least by the sounds of the screamin' we was doin'."


Male Dwarf Rogue 1 (HP 16 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | F +3 | R +4 | W +3 | Perception +10 | Init +3)

Morgrym claps Sohar on the arm. "Sorry fer yer lack o' sleep, elf. Shoulda asked about it meself earlier."

He then waits for Coiger's questions.


Male Human Inquisitor (Pharasma) 1 | HP: 12 | AC: 16 T: 10 FF: 16 | CMD: 11 | F: +3 (+7 w endurance) R: +0 W: +8 (+10 v fear) | Init: +0 | Perc: +11 SnsM: +9 | Speed: 20' (armor) Temple Records

"So, you've shared a dream yourself like Chellian and Sohar. Was it of the asylum? Can you describe it? It's very important, Jominda. Before his death the professor was investigating what he believed to be a dire threat to your whole community."


Male Half-Elf Cleric of Sarenrae 1 (HP 13/13 | AC:17 | T:10 | FF:17 CMB: 2 | CMD:12 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+0 | Will:+4 | Init:+0 | Perc: +4 | Speed 20')

Richter only nods at the woman. His face takes on a visage of pain for just a second as she mentions the hurt in his face but then smiles at her. "Thank you for you kind words ma'am."

As she knocks the bottle over Richter realizes she might be slightly distracted now. He starts looking around the shop as if browsing the merchandise, however he is looking for out of place materials or even blood marks.

Also as he gets the farthest away possible he casts detect undead in the store but whispers and makes just slight movements when casting. He stands behind a shelf if possible to activate the spell.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14


Ha! Spoiler fail.

Jominda looks at Coiger with the cheer gone from her face as he questions her. Then her shoulders slump a bit and she speaks slowly and softly. It was just a nightmare. That's all. There were footsteps. And a creepy laugh. And my name- She shudders lightly. But it was just a dream, right? Yesterday was unpleasant and taxing and I went to sleep with dark thoughts, that's all. She looks around at each face, as if hoping someone will come to her rescue and assure her it was just a bad dream.

Richter:
The spell turns up no auras of undeath. While many of the ingredients kept in the shop or extremely odd or even downright unsettling, nothing seems sinister.

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M Half-elf NG Druid: 6 | HP: 45 | AC: 16 | Ini: 3 | Per: 6 | Darkvision: 60' | Speed: 30' |

Sohar looks at the woman sympathetically. "Unless you happen to put your faith in the god of coincidence, no, I reckon that weren't all it was."


Female Human Ranger 2 Barb 1 | HP: 24/30 | AC: 16 T:12 FF:14| CMD:18 | F:+7 R:+4 W:+1 | Init:+2 | Perc:+7 | Speed: 40' |

The more I hear the more I feel uneasy. These lands have never been much for cheer it seems, but this seems... much more unpleasant. I hope your tiny bottle works, I am almost afraid of what nightmares sleep tonight will bring.

She said cooly enough her voice only held a slight tremble to it. Her inner voice told her to be cool, to be brave, they were just bad dreams... unfortunately that inner voice wasnt strong enough to drown out the slowly burgeoning fear.

Please miss Jominda, tell us, have others recently came to you with simular dark dreams?


Male Dwarf Rogue 1 (HP 16 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | F +3 | R +4 | W +3 | Perception +10 | Init +3)

Morgrym watches Richter's study of the room. What in blazes be he doin' shoppin' now?!


Male Half-Elf Cleric of Sarenrae 1 (HP 13/13 | AC:17 | T:10 | FF:17 CMB: 2 | CMD:12 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+0 | Will:+4 | Init:+0 | Perc: +4 | Speed 20')

Richter moves back to the group and nods at Chellian's question. "Yes, can you tell us if there have been others affected by these night terrors?" He speaks calmly and gently trying to calm the woman as he reinterates the question.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19


None have come to me, friends, though I must admit I sense a heaviness over our town. I fear a dark time lies ahead. May we pray the Grey Lady sees our suffering. Jominda then takes a deep breath. Enough of that! We've no control over our dreams and I'll not grant them control over me. Anyone for a brandy?

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M Half-elf NG Druid: 6 | HP: 45 | AC: 16 | Ini: 3 | Per: 6 | Darkvision: 60' | Speed: 30' |

"I don't reckon I'm ready for that, quite yet. Might upset breakfast," he says, patting his stomach. "'Sides, we still have a few other things to check out, don't we? But it has been a pleasure to meet you, Wise Woman Jominda."

Sohar excuses himself and goes outside to wait for the others. Once joined by them, he'll say, "That's about the most friendly I expect anyone 'round here to be. Perhaps we check out the crypt mentioned by the Professor rather than waitin' for attitudes to change regarding us."


Male Dwarf Rogue 1 (HP 16 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | F +3 | R +4 | W +3 | Perception +10 | Init +3)

"Good ideer. Ye think thems at th' Temple 'll mind us pokin' around up there?"


Male Human Inquisitor (Pharasma) 1 | HP: 12 | AC: 16 T: 10 FF: 16 | CMD: 11 | F: +3 (+7 w endurance) R: +0 W: +8 (+10 v fear) | Init: +0 | Perc: +11 SnsM: +9 | Speed: 20' (armor) Temple Records

"Considering our discussion with Grimburrow last night I would say: Yes, he would have a problem with it. Even Lorrimor seemed to think he'd have to use stealth to retrieve whatever it is that's stashed there, which is precisely why I didn't mention it to Father when we spoke. I suggest we scout the site by daylight, (speaking of which, if there's time, he suggests attending noon mass as a cover) and return at night under cover of darkness."


Male Dwarf Rogue 1 (HP 16 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | F +3 | R +4 | W +3 | Perception +10 | Init +3)

"I like yer plan. Been a while since I had t' break inna summin', and night be the best o' times t' do it."


Male Half-Elf Cleric of Sarenrae 1 (HP 13/13 | AC:17 | T:10 | FF:17 CMB: 2 | CMD:12 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+0 | Will:+4 | Init:+0 | Perc: +4 | Speed 20')

"Thank your for your time ma'am." Richter bows and heads out of the door.

When he gets out to the others he says: "I believe we should split up and check a few areas out. It is more likely a bigger group will be spotted in the cemetery than maybe just two." He looks around.

"I am not one fore sneaking but I do enjoy talking to people. Perhaps I could talk to the Father again and see if he would now allow us access to the crypt. I also think we should go back and investigate the monument tonight and look around when the sheriff has gone... Anyone up for some adventure?" Richter smiles and has a very mischievous look on his face.

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M Half-elf NG Druid: 6 | HP: 45 | AC: 16 | Ini: 3 | Per: 6 | Darkvision: 60' | Speed: 30' |

"Impression was the Father weren't going to change his mind anytime soon. It might just draw 'tention to what we're aimin' to do. And I'll pass on mass, thank you kindly.

Coiger, when you looked through the Professor's books, had he accumulated the info on the prisoners yet? That's somethin' we could look into if not. If we're set on splittin' up."

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