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Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1

Remaining unarmed, I will try to give the most intimidating glare I can to the individuals before me, an emotionless, "you dare, now reap it!" look, You have called the wrath from above, now, mortals, Quake. . . With . . . Fear!!!, as I cast Obscurring Mist on myself.

Obscurring Mist:
Obscuring Mist
School conjuration (creation); Level cleric 1, druid 1, sorcerer/wizard 1
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S
Range 20 ft.
Effect cloud spreads in 20-ft. radius from you, 20 ft. high
Duration 1 min./level (D)
Saving Throw none; Spell Resistance no

A misty vapor arises around you. It is stationary. The vapor obscures all sight, including darkvision, beyond 5 feet. A creature 5 feet away has concealment (attacks have a 20% miss chance). Creatures farther away have total concealment (50% miss chance, and the attacker cannot use sight to locate the target).

A moderate wind (11+ mph), such as from a gust of wind spell, disperses the fog in 4 rounds. A strong wind (21+ mph) disperses the fog in 1 round. A fireball, flame strike, or similar spell burns away the fog in the explosive or fiery spell's area. A wall of fire burns away the fog in the area into which it deals damage.

This spell does not function underwater.


Farmer in J1 attacks Aemrelara once he recovers from the initial uncertainty,and slams his spade in her forehead intimidte failed
to attack 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (18) - 3 = 15 hit
damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 non lethal to Aemrelara

Farmer in H6 attacks Marzio but uslessly hit the paladin's armor
to attack 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (9) - 3 = 6 miss

Farmer in I7 attacks Sajan,pulling a bit too much his attacks in fear of the man's magic powers.
to attack 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (7) - 3 = 4 miss

Other rioters move forward to intercept Jaylen and aid their fellows.

The commoners surrounding Raven knight try to take advantage of the man's spellcasting,but with scarce results.AoO and normal attacks all missed.
Then, once the cleric is surrounded by a misty shroud they seem to lose confidence.
to attack 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (17) - 3 = 14 miss
to attack 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (19) - 3 = 16 miss
to attack 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (5) - 3 = 2 miss
to attack 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (8) - 3 = 5 miss


Kendra touches Sajan's back, giving the man the same ward Raven received few seconds ago.
Sajan is buffed with Diviner's Fortune for 1 round


An old man,very thin and bald arrives on scene almost unnoticed.
His face displaying a stern,angry expression.
"In the name of Pharasma, what is happening here!!!!"

The farmers immediately stop their assaults on the pallbearers and Kendra,to turn toward the voice.

Gibs Hephenus takes the advantage of the distraction and flees.


Kendra still holding a hand on her aching belly is the first to speak.
"Father Grimburrow,these men assaulted us,they wanted to stop the burial."


The newly arrived is accompanied by two other workers.The old man wears the clerical vestments of the church of Pharasma.
He notices the bruises on some of the presents and Kendra'shabby clothes due to the blow she received and utters a prayer to Pharasma.

channel positive energy on all the presents.Everyone recovers to full health,or heals all non lethal damages.

The priest awaits some seconds for the locals to stand back in shame,then scolds them "Rest assured Sheriff Caeller will know what happened here.And i see your leader ran as soon as he could.What were you thinking.????Go back to your families for now,we have a burial to attend to"

The farmers,having suddenly lost the will to fight, obey and slowly leave the place.


Should put posts from the coucilmen and the other of the procession.If you want to say something during this scene i'll wait some hours.Will go on this evening

Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1

Edited as I had posted before reading everying, and it was redundent.

Are you still hurt, dear girl? I'm sorry, . . . for all of this. Looking about at the commoners and councilmen, What was this? Why did they attack us, and why are they permitted to say such things about Mr. Lorrimor, especially now? What is going on here? [i]I'll also step over to take my place and ready to relift the coffin, not rushing anyone.


To the cleric of Iomedae helping her:
"Thanks,but i'm really fine,Father Grimburrow's healing prayer was enough.Just let's finish what we are here for,i'm already too proven"

I would like to know how Kendra should address you,rather than always "mr.Raven knight"

Grand Lodge

Female Elf Bard 1

Aemrelara quickly sheathes her rapier and tries to clean the dirt off her forehead where the dirty farming tool hit her.


Aaargh!

The girl silently screams as the villagers prevent her follow-up attacks on...whatever that was.

That punch would have levelled most men; they certainly wouldn't be running away like that. I dunno what's going on but I don't intend to stick around long enough to find out.

As she watches the figure disappear from view, she exhales audibly, trying to calm the adrenaline coursing through her body. She looks down at her left hand and flexes her fingers, as though making sure she really had hit; the knuckles were certainly red enough.
Shaking her head to free it of the slight confusion, she sheathes her knife, adjusts her armour and, paying no attention to the admonished locals, scans the faces of her fellow pall-bearers, to see if they'd seen anything unusual. Upon spying the distraught Kendra Lorrimor, the young girl decides that now isn't the time for questions.

Let's just get this done. Any talking can be done later.

With a slight shove, she hastens the exit of one of the dawdling locals and, wafting aside the last tendrils of the magical mist, retakes her place at the rear right of the casket, waiting for the others to join her. Her thoughts, however, don't stray too far from Gibs Hephenus.


The fat councilman had stood quite far away during the fight,but now approaches Kendra and the travelers came to assist her.

"Mrs. Lorrimor, i don't know how to express my shock.Some of them i manage to recognize, they were all local farmhands,all of low character.I'm sure the lesson your father's friends here gave them will be punishment enough."


Councilman Muricar follows shortly,finishing the speech for councilman Hearthmount:"Yes,yes,punishment enough,no need to resort to the sheriff"
The younger man's eyes roll all over the presents,his head pointing mostly on father Grimburrow.

Sense Motive DC 12:

His eyes are lingering on the elf,Aemrelara,and particularly on her bosom.

Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1

Sense Motive:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Stepping in front of Mistress Aemrelara, hoping to break his distraction Um, um, good sir!, and I'll motion back to the coffin, hopefully granting him something else to focus on without alerting everyone else present to the rudeness. Perhaps we can speak of this after we finish this.

I'll also whisper over my shoulder towards Miss Aemrelara, Be weary of this one, dear. He is paying a little too much attention to thine, . . . charms, and I trust not his looking. Might be a good idea to cover up whilst he is around. And he may be of the sort that would take what he wants and ask thy leave later.


"You are absolutely right sir.We have a burial to finish,and i'm waited at Mrs.Lorrimor home after this,to read her father's will."


The other councilman keeps looking toward the cleric,following him with his gaze.
His eyes wander some more seconds on Kendra and Jaylen,then he returns to his place in the procession


Cannot update more for today,but the only scene left is the burial of the coffin and eventually some words from the PCs (a good funeral speech will be useful later)


Male Human Evoker (Admixture)
Info:
Lvl 2 HP:12/12 - AC:12 T:12 FF:10 - Perception +2 - Saves: F: +2 R: +2 W: +6 - CMB: +1 -CMD: 13

Looking around, the young caster is amazed that he went through his first unpracticed or prepared battle. This was much different than the sparing sessions that his father put him through. He looks at the state of his companions and the others in the procession and seeing that everyone is now fine, returns to his place in the procession.

Sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 4

"Please everyone, let us attend to the respectful burial of the professor, he deserves that much at least. We can look into this later on if that is what Kendra desires.


Upon seeing the lecherous look in the councilman's eyes, a dark shadow crosses Jaylen's countenance. Biting her lip in a bid to remain silent, she busies herself with getting a decent footing, ready to lift the casket.

Let's just do this, then I can leave this backwater hellhole and get meeself home.

Grand Lodge

Female Elf Bard 1

sense motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Aemrelara tries to readjust her clothing to better cover herself.

@ Raven Knight: "Thank you for your concern sir knight, but I'm fully capable of seeing when my charms have a more profound effect on others, and when that effect can be useful. (giving him a quick wink with the last word.)

With that she takes her place back at the coffin.


Everything settled,the coffin once again lifted and brought toward its final resting place,the procession continues on the Eversleep path.
Petros Lorrimor's last resting site awaits,the grave already dug.

Under the eyes of everyone,the coffin is lowered,and the gravediggers start to fill the pit with soil and dirt once more,and forever.

Father Grimburrow gives an initial,brief speech:
"A new life begins for us with every second. Let us go forward joyously to meet it. We must press on, whether we will or not, and we shall walk better with our eyes before us than with them ever cast behind."

Original author:
Jerome K Jerome (1859 - 1926)

Then the priest of Pharasma invites Kendra to say some of her memories of her father.


Throughout the proceedings, Jaylen stands tall, proud, motionless; her hands behind her back and head lifted towards the sky. The late evening sun illuminates her young, impassive face and, as she stands there, she mouths a litany - a silent prayer to her god.


Kendra approaches the tombstone bearing the name of the father
She tries to figth back the tears while reading the engravings, before turning to the procession:

"Thank you all for being here, in one of the most difficult moments of my life. Unfortunately I have vague memories of my father,he was often away from home,both in Lepistadt  and here in  Ravengro. I know that his work led him to travel and seek help and advice of experienced explorers and fighters. What I remember for sure, is how much a loving father he was."

Now Kendra turns to the travelers just arrived.
"For the rest of his adventures, I would ask those who knew that part of my father's life to  share  some of their stories concerning him with us."

Already told this in ooc,repeating here for reference.You can simply tell your backstory abouht how you knew the professor,however,you can come up with a particularly impressive story (useful later) with a DC 15 Perform Oratory or Sing,or a DC 15 Diplomacy

Marzio still needs some days for his studies.Tell me if you need his posts.

Grand Lodge

Female Elf Bard 1

Perform Sing
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

A weeks jaunt from Kyonin a temple did lay,
in ruins for century's the locals did say,
Inside lay darkness no mortal should see,
but for Petros Lorrimor-no other'd there be.

He needed a guide through the tangled wood,
with the coin he offered my band made out good,
We traveled for days with not but a fret,
Until we got there and saw the great threat.

Goblins abound with a devilish master,
here to corrupt what Petros was after,
we had to hurry there wasn't much time,
they all had to pay for there terrible crime.

but in our haste we were far too rash,
the devil was ready-and turned some'v us to ash,
Each of my band with goblins we did fight,
None could help Petros with devils great might.

With much ferocity the Professor fought,
and that devil reaped what he had wrought,
with bright flashes of light and blue flame,
The devil was vanquished-victory was claimed.

Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1

I'm typing something up, may be a moment. . .

Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1

On his turn, Loren will take the stand and tell of his memories with Petros, with Kendra, and what they meant to him. I was very young when the noble Lorrimor's took me in. More into their hearts than under their wings, but still I learned to fly with their help and guidance. The Professor taught me, I didn't have to be what my family insisted was my destiny. That I could set out and find my own way. That I could bring greatness to Ustalav on my own path, rather than, . . . as my gaze travels towards Kendra’s for just a moment. It was through their nobility of spirit and heart, their devotion to the spreading of knowledge and wisdom, that I became the man I am now. The Professor hired me on one of his expeditions through the lands of Mists, and on the way I learned I had a hero’s heart.
But Petros was more than just a patron. He taught me to be proud of who I am, and who I was. That I could unite the two and be that much more complete. They taught me that I could achieve anything that I might work towards, and the differences between birthright and true nobility.
Once again, looking towards Kendra as if to say, “I’m sorry” The Professor and Mistress Kendra showed me so much that I hadn’t even realized existed in the world. A sense of mystery, and the appetite to investigate and unravel it. That there are good things, things worth fighting for, things worth dreaming for, in the world. That there is right and good, and, . . . love, in this world. And that sometimes, we need to help each other to achieve it. Sometimes, only by helping others, as the Professor dedicated his life to doing even above his studies and his patronage projects throughout the country, that by helping others we achieve something so much greater.
Is there anyone here who the Professor has not helped? pausing a few moments to let the gravity of the loss sink in, Has not lent a hand or a kind word, whose life has not been changed by his unrequited kindness and hope? I would like, if you will permit me this small indulgence, for each of you to reach out, and take someone else’s hand. Anyone. And to offer your hand to someone else. I think that Petros would have liked this. It is such a small, such an easy gesture, but in so doing, we are assured that we are not alone in this darkness. That we can find within each other, the strength and hope to go on. I think that Professor Lorrimor would have liked to be remembered for this. It is better to be the candle fighting off the darkness, than to walk blind, not knowing others are trapped there right beside you.
I'll also activate Guidance and Touch of Glory on myself, and on Miss Aemrelara, (if she permits) for a +2.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22


Marzio steps in.
"I feel almost ashamed i knew him much less than you,mr.Raven Knight, or you mrs. Aemrelara.I simply escorted him in an expedition on the Hungry Mountains,something involving a desecrated temple.But he gave good proof of his bravery,we both needed each other to exit from there with our lives."


Male Human Evoker (Admixture)
Info:
Lvl 2 HP:12/12 - AC:12 T:12 FF:10 - Perception +2 - Saves: F: +2 R: +2 W: +6 - CMB: +1 -CMD: 13

Once Marzio is done, Sajan hesitantly steps in from behind.

While I do not have a way with song as our elven friend, or a way with words as the professor's ward. I can say that he had a talent to inspire people to explore and believe in themselves.
Through his one lecture that I attended, and the numerous correspondence that we had over the last 10 years, he thought many numerous things, acted as a friend when I was distressed,a mentor when I needed the advice, and even like a father who gently corrects his children when they are obviously doing something wrong.

I just hope that at least a small piece of him resides in me, as he has been such a great influence in my life"


Once the travelers had finished their tales some of the present claps their hands;seems like their speeches were really touching,or maybe just the performance of the elven girl,no one said what they were applauding.
Other people in the procession tell what they remember of the professor,who had moved in Ravengro about 15 years ago.
Kendra finally thanks everyone,and as the last lights of the day are going to die,the professor's daughter turns to the travelers.

Jaylen's story is missing,do you want to add it in later or not telling anything at all?


"Despite the little incident,i've been really happy of what everyone of you did to remember dad.The day has been long, but it is almost over,and you sure look weary.Care to come to dad...haem, to my place for the night?
The invitation is opened for all of you,Loren,miss Aemrelara,miss Jaylen,mr Suyyddhaan and mr Vinicio from Almas.
"

Kendra looks down the path,where the packmules have been tied to the trees."There is room for the animals too,of course"


Position of Kendra's place

Kendra home external view


Jaylen's eyes widen under the expectant gaze of the assembled group as she realises that she's expected to speak. She looks around uncomfortably, her confidence gone.
Erm, I, er... she struggles for the words. Erm, this isn't....
It takes her a while to compose herself and, even then, she shifts uneasily in place.
Petros approached the, erm, village council one day, as he, erm, needed a guide for an extended, erm, tri...erm, expedition into the....Exalted Woods. I was chosen to accompany him.
The girl is obviously not prepared for this. She inhales deeply in a bid to arrange her thoughts.
I didn't spend too much time with him but the Exalted Woods has a habit of, erm, creating strong bonds within a group. You can see the girl search her mind for the words. Her next sentence is rushed, as though she wants it over with. Through his stories and the wisdom he shared, I learned a lot about him, myself and the world. Sh**!
On that, the girl adopts the stance she'd maintained through the rest of the eulogies; tall, proud, head tilted to the sky, although now sweating profusely and obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation. It's clear that she's not about to continue.

Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1

I'll applaud, hoping to ease her unease and boost her confidence a bit, while offering thanks for true and heartfelt words.

As we approach the house, I'll make a point ot hold the door (and gate) for all to enter before proceeding, and I'll also ask Mistress Kendra Is there anything I can do to help? I am at your service, and you should not worry about these things, I'll help.


"Don't worry too much Loren,you must be tired as well,and sure more than me.Just enter and find yourself a good chair.I'll see that all of you have meal and drinks tonight."


Lorrimor's house is a modestly furnished house,crowded with libraries filled with books.
It is spacious though,and Kendra is sure there will be room for everyone of you and herself.
It seems like coucilman Hearthmount is a bit late for the reading of the will of professor Lorrimor,so Kendra invites you to relax and chat.

Grand Lodge

Female Elf Bard 1

After Aemrelara unpacks and cares for her mule she grabs her mandolin and finds the comfiest looking chair and finds the best position to lay back and relax in it. After shes thoroughly relaxed she asks the group,"What do think you could have drove those men to attack us back on the road? The professor was many things but a necromancer he was not."

*edited*

Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1
Aemrelara wrote:
"What do you <think?> could have drove those men to attack us back on the road? The professor was many things but a necromancer he was not."

I know not, butperhap this was their way of dealing with a grief they do not understand? Lady Kendra, do you knw what Petros last tried to study? Where there any rumors about town lately?


Male Human Evoker (Admixture)
Info:
Lvl 2 HP:12/12 - AC:12 T:12 FF:10 - Perception +2 - Saves: F: +2 R: +2 W: +6 - CMB: +1 -CMD: 13

As soon as he enters, Sajan is taken aback by the library and its content. He can't seem to completely relax and after a few minutes gets up opens his backpack. Upon opening a small creature about the size of a small dog jumps out. It has the body of a red wingless bird, a snake like head, two strong legs, and a leathery tail that keeps moving. It jumps on Sajan's lap and rolls itself into ball.

"Sorry about that Baralal, I know that you have been in that tight spot there for a while."

Seeming more relaxed, he addresses to the group.

"Well people who do not understand magic have a natural fear or dislike of it. Also little lies have a tendency to become into big ones. Someone could have mentioned something as grain for the rumormill, but it became out of hand...Another possibility is that someone would gain from that incidence? Kendra did your father have any enemies? Or possibly someone that he did not get along with? "


Marzio feeds his mule in what the house has the most similar to the stables,takes his bags off the beast's back and fit them in some corner where they don't hinder,not too much.
The paladin also drops some of his load,including the shield that is rested over the rest of the gear,than sits down and catches his breath.

"I know it could sound impolite from me to ask, especially now,miss Lorrimor,but a lot of things here aren't as i expected.I didn't asked this at the graveyard,but have to know something about your father's death."

He is talking slowly,as to wait for Kendra to prepare herself for the questions.

"How did the professor die?"


The girl files in last, having taken her boots off outside and dumped her bulky pack and numerous weapons in the stables. She looks tired, sweaty and is covered in trail dust; hardly a look befitting a funeral - especially when meeting the bereaved for the first time - and you each realise that you must be in a similar unkempt state.
Kendra, is there anywhere I can have a pi...WHAT THE FREK IS *THAT* THING? she exclaims, upon seeing the evoker's pet, her expression a mixture of surprise and disgust.


"Well, miss Jaylen,if you need the room reserved for bathing and other needs i'll show you where" otherwise i didn't understand what "have a pi...." means

@Everyone:
When it is almost late evening,around 10:00 pm, Kendra had recovered enough to talk of her father with her guests :"Since mr.Hearthmount hasn't arrived yet i'll try and answer to your questions to the best of my knowledge.As all of you know he was advanced in age,but i didn't expected this,not so soon.Locals found his.....body near the ruins of the prison almost twenty days ago.They said he was under a heavy gargoyle statue that dropped from the top of the wall nearby.The statue crashed head and neck...<sniff> i....<sob> i'm sorry i...."


While Kendra is trying to fight back the tears,a loud knocking noise at the door interrupts everyone.
The girl quickly makes herself presentable again,takes her leaving from all of you with a slight bow,then hurries at the door.
She comes back few moments after,accompanied by the older and fat councilman.

Mr. Hearthmount is obviously annoyed,he seems to be in a rush and is almost ignoring all of you,axcept when he sits down and takes a dark leather scroll case off the internal pocket of his jacket.

"Let's have this done,it has been a rough day for everyone.Professor Petros Lorrimor gave me precise intruction to only open and read this scroll when his daughter Kendra Lorrimor would have been present together with the following people :Mr.Sajan Barid Suyyddhaan,Miss Jaylen,Mr.Marzio Vinicio from Almas,Mr.Loren and Miss.Aemrelara."

The coucilman shows to all of you that the professor personal seal is intact,then breaks the wax and open the case,causing a small metal key to fall on the table below with a clattering noise.

He then begins reading the will:

Professor's Will:

“I, Petros Lorrimor, being of sound mind,do hereby commit to this parchement my last will and testament.Let it be known that,with the exception of the specific details below,i leave my home and personal belongings entire to my daughter Kendra.Use them or sell them as you see fit ,my child.

“Yet beyond the bequeathing of my personal effects,this document must serve other needs.I have arranged for the reading of this document to be delayed until all principals can be in attendance,for i have more than inheritance to apportion.I have two final favors to ask.

“To my old friends,i hate to impose upon you all,but there are few others who are capable of appreciating the true significance of what it is i have to ask.As some of you know,i have devoted many of my studies to all manner of evil,that i might know the enemy and inform those better positioned to stand against it.For knowledge of one's enemy is the surest path to victory over its plans.

“And so,over the course of my lifetime,i have seen fit to acquire a significant collection of valuable but dangerous tomes,any one of which in the wrong circumstances could have led to an awkward legal situation.While the majority of these tomes remain safe under lock and key at the Lepistadt University,i fear that a few i have borrowed remain in a trunk in my Ravengro home.While invaluable for my work in life,in death, i would prefer not to burden my daughter with the dark side of my profession,or worse still,the danger of possesing the tomes herself.As such,i am entrusting my chest of tomes to you,posthumously.I ask that you please deliver the collection to my colleagues at the University of Lepistadt,who will put them to good use for the betterment of the cause.

“Yet before you leave for Lepistadt,there is the matter of another favor-please delay your journey one month and spend that period of time here in Ravengro to ensure that my daughter is safe and sound.She has no one to count on now that i am gone,and if you would aid her in setting things in order for whatever she desires over the course of this month,you would have my eternal gratitude.From my savings,i have also willed to each of you a sum of one hundred platinium coins.
For safekeeping,i have left these funds with Embreth Daramid,one of my most trusted friends in Lepistadt-she has been instructed to issue this payment upon the safe delivery of the borrowed tomes no sooner than one month after the date of the reading of this will.

“I, Petros Lorrimor,herby sign this will in Ravengro on this first day of Calistril, in the year 4711 AR “


What follows is a summary of the will in Italian for Marzio,not going to spoiler it,hope it is no bother to non italian speaking.

Per Marzio
Il testamento del professore dice che lascia casa e proprietà alla figlia Kendra,ma ha due favori da chiedere ai PG.
1) In casa è custodito uno scrigno che contiene dei libri (che il testamento non specifica quali) che il professore ha paura cadano nelle mani sbagliate o mettano in pericolo la figlia.Questi libri sono da portare a Embreth Daramid a Lepistadt fra almeno un mese.L'assistente del professore ha l'incarico di pagare ogni PG con cento platino dopo la consegna dello scrigno con i libri, ma non prima del mese.
2) I PG dovrebbero rimanere un mese a Ravengro e prendersi cura di Kendra.

Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1
Mrs Kendra Lorrimor wrote:
Locals found his.....body near the ruins of the prison almost twenty days ago.They said he was under a heavy gargoyle statue that dropped from the top of the wall nearby.The statue crashed head and neck...<sniff> i....<sob> i'm sorry i...."

Resting my hand on her shoulder, allowing herself to both find comfort in friendship and support, and also to reconduct herself, It's going to be ok, Kendra. I swear, everything will get better. We don't need to talk about these dark things just now. But rther, let us recall the good, the bright side of his life. The things that made us happy.

Councilman Vashian Hearthmount wrote:
“And so,over the course of my lifetime,i have seen fit to acquire a significant collection of valuable but dangerous tomes,any one of which in the wrong circumstances could have led to an awkward legal situation.

Thinking to himself, as he recalls the accusations of the good professor being a Necromancer,. . . . Has this something to do with the people's fears?

Once the will is concluded, It's odd, he thinks, almost as if he knew he would die soon,. . . , I shall stay with you, dear. Longer than a month, if you wish it. I'll do whatever you need. It also shouldn't be any trouble to deliver the books in his stead. You don't have to worry yourelf with that., with a smile to hopefully brighten her mood, even if a little. Looking about the room, What do you say, friends? I would live the oppertunity to get to know individuals my,. . . Petros would specifically call for in his will, and perhaps we can all help eachother to overcome our grief and depression, together.


Male Human Evoker (Admixture)
Info:
Lvl 2 HP:12/12 - AC:12 T:12 FF:10 - Perception +2 - Saves: F: +2 R: +2 W: +6 - CMB: +1 -CMD: 13

@Jaylen: "This is Baralal, he is an ompsognathus; or what is more commonly known as a dinosaur. A merchant once came to the island and was selling rare creatures from accross the land and I saw this little guy..."

Sajan pets the scaly snake part, while scratching the birdlike part.

"Through instruction from the professor I was able to bind him as my familiar."

Once the councilman has finished reading the will, Sajan looks at all the occupants within the room.

"Well I do not know about all of you but I will follow the professor's wishes. First as a favor to a great mentor, secondly knowing full well that knowledge in the wrong hands is a powerful tool, we have to bring these books to the university after the allotted time if we do not wish to see anyone harmed because of it."

"I know that some of you acted as guards and were not friends or students of the professor, but if you do not feel honor bound, then please do it for the payment at the end. I will even give a portion of my share if that is what will motivate you all to stay."

Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1

And mine. he adds, hoping to back up his new friends idea.


After the coucilman have left and while the professor's friend consult each other,Kendra takes the key and excuses herself :"I'll go and fetch the trunk,not even sure where dad hid it"

waiting the others to post the trunk content
edit:waiting the others to reveal the trunk content.sorry i'm become addict to the word "post"

Dark Archive

Male Human Cleric 1
Mrs Kendra Lorrimor wrote:
waiting the others to post the trunk content

Do you mean "you are waiting for everyone to post before you reveal the trunk's contents" (I am assuming), or "the players should tell you what is inside the trunk"?

Grand Lodge

Female Elf Bard 1

"It would be an honor and a privilege to stay and look after Miss Lorrimor. Besides, I'm curious to learn about the place the professor called home."


I'll assume you let Kendra do her searching for the trunk alone,rest assured that there is no threat yet, so no point in wasting time

Kendra returns to her guests holding a small chest made of oak and iron.
She puts her father's trunk on the same table on which fell the key,then nervously looks at the key;she esitates,than says :"After what i heard from his will,i'm not sure i want to be the one opening this chest.Who wants the honor?"

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