Of Ghosts and Men (Inactive)

Game Master Twilightrose

This campaign is set to follow the Carrion Crown AP.

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Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

It has been a long journey for all of you, though some have traveled much further than others. Dust from the road still clings to your bodies, caking together with your sweat forming an itchy layer of drying mud in some places. Your feet are tired and your back aches, in truth you’d like nothing more than a place to sit and rest while you enjoy a cool drink and a hot meal but you know that there is not time for that now. The funeral should be starting any moment—if you aren’t already late.

The few townsfolk you see watch you warily as you make your way through the town. You stopped one to ask where you might find the cemetery, and the old man begrudgingly pointed you towards the north end of the town, grunting the name, ”Restlands.” You thank him, but he only stares for a moment before shuffling away.

You make your way north and soon find a road leading off to a gated cemetery; a few people linger around outside of the gate. One woman stands apart from and facing the crowd, her sorrow is clear on her face. Traveling up the road ahead of you are a couple more people that seem to be just arriving in town for the funeral. A sadness sweeps over you again as the reality of why you are here hits home, your dear friend Professor Petros Lorrimor has died.


Male (Channel 2/2 (Will DC 9) (D6)),(Acid Dart 7/7 (d6+1)),(Protection ability 7/7) Dwarf Cleric 1 (HP 9/9),(AC16/15, T 10/10, FF 16/15 +4 vs Giant Subtype (With/Without Shield)),(Saves F4, R1, W7 +4 vs Spell,SLA, +2 vs Poison),(CMB 2, CMD 12),Init 0, Perception 5 +2 vs Stonework

Terrance looks at the young lady. My condolences for your loss good lady.

I didn't make it to late thank Torag


Female Changeling (Green Widow) Witch (Dreamweaver)/2 HP: 9/9

Tentatively making her way through the crowd, Ravel chews her bottom lip.

To think of how often he cared for me when I was near my deathbed, and now to be here once more when he has been lain in his...

Dusting off her skirts, Ravel approaches the solitary woman, waiting for her turn to offer her support. She attempts to soothe the restless bat hanging inside of the cage attached to her traveler's pack.

After a moment she speaks to the lady in mourning,

Varisian:
"I am Ravel Sigrún, a traveler who knew the good Professor. Now he sleeps, to dream forever."
She curtsies slightly.


Male Human Ranger 1
Spoiler:
(HP 11, AC 16, Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +2, Init +4, +2 Perception)

Orin looks himself over, sad that he was incapable of making a better appearance than what he had at the moment. But considering his journey and comparing it to how some of the others look, he doesn't feel too bad.

He approaches the graveyard solemnly, doing a short prayer to Pharasma before he approaches the group gathered. He looks around, sharing a nod with a few people. But he notices several approaching the sorrowful woman, offering condolences. He approaches slowly, offering a short bow to her.

"Ma'am, you have my sincere condolences for your loss."


Male Human Alchemist 1 | hp 13/13 | AC13(15) T11 FF12(14) | Fort +3 Ref +3 Will +0 | Perception +4

Gellius felt a little weird dressed in all black. Despite being away from the caravans for a while, he still liked to have a little color in his clothes, and the traditional all-black of a funeral was way more depressing than he would like. "Perhaps that is the point."

He made his way up to the crowd of people, and found a place near the back. There's no point in blocking anyone's view. His head cocked a little bit when he heard a few words of Varisian being spoken. "I shall have to speak with this woman at the end. It has been a while since I have had a proper conversation in Varisian."

EDIT: Dammit. One post in and I already screw up aliases.


Male (Channel 2/2 (Will DC 9) (D6)),(Acid Dart 7/7 (d6+1)),(Protection ability 7/7) Dwarf Cleric 1 (HP 9/9),(AC16/15, T 10/10, FF 16/15 +4 vs Giant Subtype (With/Without Shield)),(Saves F4, R1, W7 +4 vs Spell,SLA, +2 vs Poison),(CMB 2, CMD 12),Init 0, Perception 5 +2 vs Stonework

After offering his condolances,Terrance steps clear of all the mourners, and takes the time to Brush the dust and dirt off of his clothes.
softly to himself He should have had more time

I must get to know more of the people here. The only one that I know is his daughter and only through the Proffesors letters


Female Goblin hp13/13 Wizard 1

Thick robes, stout gloves and a deep hood and scarf conceal this tiny figure as she runs to reach the RestLands in time. Few would guess her true nature as she moves in near silence, or so she hopes.

Late latelatelatelatelate. No, run feet go feet. I should not be here, they will kill me, they will hurt me. Nonononon. I will not fear, I am the calm today, not the storm. He was my dearest friend, an idol, I will go, I will not be stopped! I will make him proud, some how!

When she reaches the crowd she silently slips through it to reach the crying women. She hopes no one screams about Cuddles riding her shoulder. Long shanks were funny about cat sized scorpions.

She waits for the women to notice her before speaking. When she does speak, her voice is harsh, shrill and off.

Daughter of my friend, yes? I lack the gift of words to tell you of my sorrow at his passing. I can only say, yours are not the only tears shed this day...


Among the mourners approaching the cemetary, one appears particularly gloomy. Head bowed, shoulders slumped, groaning at every step he takes and holding on to his aching head, the man offers a poor sight, even for someone whom, from the look of his ragged clothes, has been living on the streets for quite some time.

Coming within a few yards from the cemetary's gates, the man lifts his head to reveal a face hardened by hatred. For a moment, as he gazes toward the tombstones, his hardened mask seems to melt into a strange expression composed of sadness and a hint of hope.

Professor, have a note for me... I need your knowledge to escape this hell...

Yet, the moment is brief, for the man quickly regains is composure. As he resumes his walk, he gives a look to a long bundle of fabrics that is strapped to his back, as if he feared he might have lost it. Finally, as he nears the group, he bows his head and waits a few steps away from the others, ready to follow them inside for the service.


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

As you each take turns addressing the woman the crowd of townsfolk grow a little restless.

”Terrance? Oh, I do remember you! I suppose I don’t look quite the same as I did when last we met. It’s me, Kendra Lorrimor. Thank you so much for coming, I know that it would have meant a lot to my father to have you here today.”

Kendra turns to the approaching woman, a small smile spreading across her lips at hearing her speak Varisian. She curtsies in turn and responds:

Varisian:
”It is quite the pleasure to meet you Ravel, if I may call you Ravel? I am Petros’ daughter, Kendra Lorrimor. I recall my father talking about you in the past, I do hope that you are well?”

She curtsies to Orin when he bows, ”Thank you, you are kind and thank you for coming. It was so important to my father that you all be here. I’m sorry, though, I’m not sure who you are? I am Kendra Lorrimor, Petros’ daughter.”

Kendra repeats her curtsey , ”You must be Ake?! Thank you so much for coming. Yes, I am Kendra Lorrimor. It warms my heart to know that my father meant so much to so many people.”

After she has greeted everyone who has approached her directly, she excuses herself to approach Gellius. ”Thank you for coming; I am Kendra Lorrimor, Petros’ daughter. It would mean so much to my father that you have come.”

She then turns to Ioann, ”Ioann, it has been a long time. I hope you are well. Thank you for coming. I had hoped we would meet again under better circumstances.”

After Kendra has made her rounds she returns to her spot near the gate to the cemetery. Aloud to everyone gathered she says, [b]”At my father’s request, I am to invite any of you who would like to act as pallbearers. She looks behind her and just through the gate towards her father’s coffin.


Male (Channel 2/2 (Will DC 9) (D6)),(Acid Dart 7/7 (d6+1)),(Protection ability 7/7) Dwarf Cleric 1 (HP 9/9),(AC16/15, T 10/10, FF 16/15 +4 vs Giant Subtype (With/Without Shield)),(Saves F4, R1, W7 +4 vs Spell,SLA, +2 vs Poison),(CMB 2, CMD 12),Init 0, Perception 5 +2 vs Stonework

Kendra, it would be both a privilage and honour to act as a pall bearer for your father Terrance says, and yes, you have changed a lot since I first saw you several years ago.

Terrance looks around at the others that introduced themselves.


Male Human Ranger 1
Spoiler:
(HP 11, AC 16, Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +2, Init +4, +2 Perception)

Orin raises an eyebrow and looks around. Pallbearer? Usually such a right is reserved for only family and the closest of friends. But with a glance at the crowd gathered and determines that the ones here must be the ones the Professor loved and trusted most.

So, proud at such an honor, Orin steps forward. "Ma'am, it would be a great honor to be your father's pallbearer. My name is Orin Gabor, and your father was helping me with a bit of a mystery about something. I'm sorry if I'm a little off, his death was sudden to us all, I'm sure, and my courtesies escape me at the moment."


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

"Thank you," Kendra says with a warm smile. "There is room for six, we'll need at least four... is there anyone else who would like to volunteer?"


Male Human Alchemist 1 | hp 13/13 | AC13(15) T11 FF12(14) | Fort +3 Ref +3 Will +0 | Perception +4

Gellius stands to shake Kendra's hand. "Ah, Kendra. I've heard about you from the Professor. I'm sorry that we are meeting under these circumstances."
---
Upon Kendra's invitation, Gellius stands up. "Well, I would be remiss in my duties if I didn't help the Professor on his final trip. It would be an honor to be a pallbearer," he says, fighting back a tear.

Edit: Dammit again.


As Kendra addresses him, Ioann pulls himself together, lifting his head and drawing back his shoulders. Doing so, he appears to grow a full foot. Yet, from this new height he keeps looking down, purposefully avoiding Kendra's gaze.

After absent mindedly mumbling a few polite words of comfort. Ioann takes a few steps back to let the others approach the coffin.


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

Kendra chuckles softly, a sound that should sound of pleasure so marked with pain that it only makes you more sorrowful. "And you, Terrance, barely look a day older."

----

"Orin, it is good to meet you. Perhaps we will find some notes of my father's that will be of use to you. He did so hate to leave a mystery unsolved."

----

Gellius, Kendra accepts your hand with a firmness you wouldn't normally expect from such a delicate looking woman. You have a feeling that she is much more fierce than she seems. "Indeed, nevertheless, it is a pleasure to meet you.

-----

Kendra's soft smile turns into a faint frown as Ioann avoids her gaze. Ever the gracious hostess, however, even at her father's funeral she pastes a smile back on and resumes making pleasantries. Occasionally glancing around at the people who are present as if looking for someone in particular and failing to find them. She murmurs apologies to the townsfolk, insisting that the procession wait just a while longer for the last one that was asked to attend.


Male (Channel 2/2 (Will DC 9) (D6)),(Acid Dart 7/7 (d6+1)),(Protection ability 7/7) Dwarf Cleric 1 (HP 9/9),(AC16/15, T 10/10, FF 16/15 +4 vs Giant Subtype (With/Without Shield)),(Saves F4, R1, W7 +4 vs Spell,SLA, +2 vs Poison),(CMB 2, CMD 12),Init 0, Perception 5 +2 vs Stonework

As Terrance takes up a spot near the front of the coffin, it is visible, that he is torn up inside, but holding it in.

softly to himself Aye, and I regret that I was not here for his passing, if only the caravan was faster that I could have been here sooner.


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

"You shouldn't think that way, no one could have predicted such a terrible accident."


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

Kendra Lorrimor


Female Aasimar (Angelkin) Paladin of Pharasma (Undead Scourge) 2 HP: 19/19. Fort: +8 Reflex: +4 Will: +7 (+2 vs Evil effects and to stabilize when at negative HP/+2 racial bonus on saving throws against death effects, energy drain, negative energy, and spells/SLA

The day was an emotional one for Ingrid. With her devotion to Pharasma she had a deep understanding of the sacred nature of death. Yet the intense instinct that it wasn’t his time made her uneasy. That and the fact that she would miss him terribly, more than she could have imagined.

Her vision blurs as tears come to her sapphire blue eyes. Glancing up she sees Kendra, her dear friend, trying desperately to keep her emotions in check. Dressed in formal funerary robes, she’d kept the hood of her cloak, black trimmed with silver in official Pharasman colors, raised. In many cities, her appearance was met with relief, but here where superstition held sway, the marble white of her skin, raven black of her hair and pupil-less eyes with the soft light behind them…….they would be greeted with fear and superstition.
She moves to the gates, lifting her head enough to make eye contact with Kendra before stepping in to embrace her. ”I’m so sorry”


Female Changeling (Green Widow) Witch (Dreamweaver)/2 HP: 9/9

A tear falls from Ravel's emerald eye.

Varisian:
"You may of course call me Ravel. My good health is due in no small part to the actions of your father in years past. As your father carried me in my youth, I would now return that favor."

Ravel steps to stand next to the others who have graciously offered to bear the late Professor.


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Female Goblin hp13/13 Wizard 1

Looking on as the other line up to bear a pall, whatever that is, Ake shakes her head.

Not tall enough to help, sorry Petros, can't carry you to your sleep.


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

Seeing the other woman cry, tears begin to flow fresh from Kendra's eyes as well. She pulls a handkerchief from her sleeve and dabs at her eyes and nose before tucking it back up her sleeve.

Varisian:
"Thank you, Ravel."

-----

"Ake, you being here to walk beside him is more than enough."

-----

Kendra opens her arms to accept Ingrid's embrace, returning it with as much emotion. Whispering quietly, "Ingrid, I'm so glad you made it, I wasn't sure if the message would find you in time. There is still room for another pallbearer if you would like to do so."


Female Aasimar (Angelkin) Paladin of Pharasma (Undead Scourge) 2 HP: 19/19. Fort: +8 Reflex: +4 Will: +7 (+2 vs Evil effects and to stabilize when at negative HP/+2 racial bonus on saving throws against death effects, energy drain, negative energy, and spells/SLA

"It would be my honor, Kendra." Ingrid whispers in reply .


Male (Channel 2/2 (Will DC 9) (D6)),(Acid Dart 7/7 (d6+1)),(Protection ability 7/7) Dwarf Cleric 1 (HP 9/9),(AC16/15, T 10/10, FF 16/15 +4 vs Giant Subtype (With/Without Shield)),(Saves F4, R1, W7 +4 vs Spell,SLA, +2 vs Poison),(CMB 2, CMD 12),Init 0, Perception 5 +2 vs Stonework

As Terrance grasps the front of the coffin, he whispers
Sleep well my friend, sleep well, and may your sleep be warded over by Torag


Male Human Ranger 1
Spoiler:
(HP 11, AC 16, Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +2, Init +4, +2 Perception)

Orin steps behind the dwarf Terrance and takes his place as pallbearer. "May the stars guide you to a gentle rest, my friend. And at least you may now explore the mysteries of the otger life."


Female Goblin hp13/13 Wizard 1

Overcome with sadness, Ake start crying again. She dabs her eyes with the edge of her sleeve and blows her nose a little loudly into her sleeve. She picks a spot next to the casket to escort her friend to his rest.


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

With everyone set, Kendra leads the procession into Restlands. The pallbearers and the coffin are right behind her with Ake nestled in between Orin and Terrance. Behind the coffin walks Ioann. The townsfolk trail behind him in a tight group.

You make your way slowly down the dirt path, memories of the Professor haunting your minds. After you have gone a ways, Kendra pauses for a moment bringing the procession to a halt. You look ahead to see what could be the problem and see a dozen angry townsfolk blocking the way ahead.

An old, wiry man speaks up loud enough for you to hear, "That's far enough. We been talking, and we don't want Lorrimor 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!"

Map

Sorry the coordinate numbers are so crazy, I had to zoom in on the map a lot to convey size and distance but still have the icons be bigger than specks!


Male Human Alchemist 1 | hp 13/13 | AC13(15) T11 FF12(14) | Fort +3 Ref +3 Will +0 | Perception +4

Gellius sees a couple people blocking the road and reflexively reaches for his sword. Then he remembers that he was using that hand to hold the coffin and reaches back up to grab the coffin before it drops.

"Why? Are these cemeteries different in any way?" Gellius asks, looking confused.


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

Dozen, not couple. Roll me a Diplomacy check please. Everyone else can attempt to aid another with diplomacy.


Male Human Alchemist 1 | hp 13/13 | AC13(15) T11 FF12(14) | Fort +3 Ref +3 Will +0 | Perception +4

I have a broad definition of a "couple" :p

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 16


Female Changeling (Green Widow) Witch (Dreamweaver)/2 HP: 9/9

Ravel speaks up in the Common tongue. "Honored Grandfather, has the late Professor not earned his final sleep here?"

Diplomacy aid other: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19


Male (Channel 2/2 (Will DC 9) (D6)),(Acid Dart 7/7 (d6+1)),(Protection ability 7/7) Dwarf Cleric 1 (HP 9/9),(AC16/15, T 10/10, FF 16/15 +4 vs Giant Subtype (With/Without Shield)),(Saves F4, R1, W7 +4 vs Spell,SLA, +2 vs Poison),(CMB 2, CMD 12),Init 0, Perception 5 +2 vs Stonework

Terrance starts to grimace.

The professor is entitled to rest in the restlands like others.

aid another: 1d20 ⇒ 10


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

EDIT: Oops, Terrance snuck his post in while I was typing!

Just as Kendra is about to open her mouth to yell at the old man, the group starts to sullenly disperse, shooting spiteful looks in your direction. Once the path is clear, you continue forward curving to the right at the crossroads. Kendra thanks you for speaking up, and apologizes for the rudeness of the townsfolk. Two men in the procession who introduce themselves as Councilman Vashian Hearthmount and Councilman Gharen Muricar likewise apologize for the "local farmhands, all of low character."

Father Grimburrow rushes down the path to meet the procession, having heard the yelling. "What was that? Is everyone alright?"


Female Aasimar (Angelkin) Paladin of Pharasma (Undead Scourge) 2 HP: 19/19. Fort: +8 Reflex: +4 Will: +7 (+2 vs Evil effects and to stabilize when at negative HP/+2 racial bonus on saving throws against death effects, energy drain, negative energy, and spells/SLA

Ingrid raises her head slowly her sapphire eyes staring directly into the old man's soul. "The Lady of Graves welcomes all into her arms. Would you deny one of her children passage to the other side? This man has done more in her service, protected more lives than than you have encountered in the entirety of yours. He has worked tirelessly in the defense of the living. You would deny him his final rest?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29


Male Human Ranger 1
Spoiler:
(HP 11, AC 16, Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +2, Init +4, +2 Perception)

"Just some locals wishing to be loud, good Father" Orin looks around at his compatriots with a bit of a frown. "Though perhaps an explanation is in order as to why these locals were so angry. But that can wait."

He maintains his grip, ready to lower his friend to his final rest.


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Female Aasimar (Angelkin) Paladin of Pharasma (Undead Scourge) 2 HP: 19/19. Fort: +8 Reflex: +4 Will: +7 (+2 vs Evil effects and to stabilize when at negative HP/+2 racial bonus on saving throws against death effects, energy drain, negative energy, and spells/SLA

Well that's a waste of a 20, posting while at work so had to step away for a bit. :(


Male (Channel 2/2 (Will DC 9) (D6)),(Acid Dart 7/7 (d6+1)),(Protection ability 7/7) Dwarf Cleric 1 (HP 9/9),(AC16/15, T 10/10, FF 16/15 +4 vs Giant Subtype (With/Without Shield)),(Saves F4, R1, W7 +4 vs Spell,SLA, +2 vs Poison),(CMB 2, CMD 12),Init 0, Perception 5 +2 vs Stonework

Terrance stops internally bristling when it becomes apparent that those that remain, were willing to talk.
Someone should teach them manners. It is not for them to disturb the rest of someone.

It was a very nice diplomacy roll though. :)


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

Father Grimburrow nods in ascension it is clear he would much rather discuss such things after the professor is buried. He walks alongside Kendra as the procession makes its way to the burial site. The gravedigger stands back away from the gaping hole in the ground, so as not to intrude on your private moment of mourning.

A pulley and winch system is set up to lower the coffin into the ground. Father Grimburrow directs the pallbearers in using the system to support the coffin above the hole. Once the coffin is supported, the pallbearers are free to stand where they wish.

Father Grimburrow takes a moment to collect his thoughts, the cool, overcast sky making him look even older as he stands at the head of the grave. Once everyone has settled into place he begins to speak, his hoarse voice carrying out over the group.

”It is with a sad heart that we gather here today to give our beloved brother over to The Lady of Graves. Petros Lorrimor was a friend to all of us, guiding us, and encouraging us in our darkest moments…”Father Grimburrow goes on for about a half hour espousing his belief of what a great man Professor Petros Lorrimor was. He pauses once or twice to collect himself, and when he is done he invites Kendra to take his place and speak about her father.

With tears in her eyes, she nods her head and stands at the head of the casket. With a shaky voice she begins, ”My father was a brave man. Never was there a challenge that he was afraid to face. Never a mystery that he would leave unsolved…”

After only a few minutes of talking, Kendra devolves into heart wrenching sobs. Father Grimburrow wraps a fatherly arm around her shoulders and she hides her face in his chest for a moment. Once she has regained her composure, she looks out at everyone gathered and asks, ”Is there anyone else who would like to speak of my father?”

You may each now tell your stories of the Professor, accompanied with a Diplomacy or Perform check.


Female Changeling (Green Widow) Witch (Dreamweaver)/2 HP: 9/9

Ravel draws her shawl tighter around her shoulders and clears her throat. Her dark hair flows freely, and with her mourner's ensemble it draws even more attention to her pale skin and mismatched eyes of jade and violet. "If not for the knowledge and care of the Professor, I would not be here today. As my health waned, he came to call at my home, tending to my every need. He gave me life and my father hope. In this waking world and beyond to the realm of dream everlasting, I shall forever remain in his debt."

Ravel glances around, and then bashfully lowers her head, the chill of the air making her tears even colder.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6


Female Aasimar (Angelkin) Paladin of Pharasma (Undead Scourge) 2 HP: 19/19. Fort: +8 Reflex: +4 Will: +7 (+2 vs Evil effects and to stabilize when at negative HP/+2 racial bonus on saving throws against death effects, energy drain, negative energy, and spells/SLA

As she steps forward to talk, Ingrid is overcome by a flood of emeotion that catches her completely by surprise, the sobs wracking her body, rendering her unable to speak.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 So this is how it's gonna be huh? lol


Male Human Ranger 1
Spoiler:
(HP 11, AC 16, Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +2, Init +4, +2 Perception)

Stepping forward, Orin coughs ever so slightly. "Professor Lorrimor, as Ma'am Kendra said, was a brave man. Easily the most intelligent and determined man I ever met. Despite all the nay-sayers, little to no leads, and even my own doubts, once he learned of my home village and the plight that took it, not once did he give up trying to solve it."

He looks over to the casket and smiles at it. "One of, if not the finest gentleman in all of Ustalav. May the stars guide you to your final mystery, Professor."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Why dice?! Why?!


Male Human Alchemist 1 | hp 13/13 | AC13(15) T11 FF12(14) | Fort +3 Ref +3 Will +0 | Perception +4

Gellius steps forward, clearing his throat.
"Professor Lorrimor saw me at the worst point of my life. He saw past all that and saw potential in me. All of this," he says, taking his backpack off of his back, "is thanks to the Professor seeing something in me and showing me how to tame it, how to use it..." Gellius can barely finish the last part as he breaks down crying.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 15


Male (Channel 2/2 (Will DC 9) (D6)),(Acid Dart 7/7 (d6+1)),(Protection ability 7/7) Dwarf Cleric 1 (HP 9/9),(AC16/15, T 10/10, FF 16/15 +4 vs Giant Subtype (With/Without Shield)),(Saves F4, R1, W7 +4 vs Spell,SLA, +2 vs Poison),(CMB 2, CMD 12),Init 0, Perception 5 +2 vs Stonework

Terrance looks at everyone. You can see the pain of his loss etched in his face.

Petros, came upon us a short while after we were attacked in the Lastwall region, and shortly after we had repulsed an attack of the walking dead.
Through quick wit, humour, patience, and the occational use of a small hammer, he was able to get his ideas across to me.
And in return, I was able to provide him with information on how dwarf society works, along with my insight on the walking dead.
Because of this, society is now worse for the loss of the professor.

diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Ingrid I see the RNG is up to its usual tricks. low for the party.


As the others spoke, Ioann was taken away from his gloomy thoughts. The tears of others and stories of the professors, especially that of Ravel, stirred within him memories of a life that seemed decades away.

"Yes... they are right. He deserved praises, many more than this little crowd could ever hope to give."

Moved by this though, Ioann speaks up in his hoarse voice.

"Great in his pursuit of knowledge and even greater in its mastery, Professor Lorrimor was truly a scholar without equal..." Ioann goes on describing some of the professor's achievements"... Yet, above all, he was a man of formidable character. I have seen his actions inspire greatness out of many people and change many lives... as he changed mine... " his voice breaks off.

Unable or unwilling to go on, Ioann bows his head and clenches his fists. Yet, no tears flow and his expression remains unchaged: harsh and filled with anger.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24


Female Goblin hp13/13 Wizard 1

You saw me as more, not less.

You lifted me to heights, where others sought to bring me low.

You gave me knowledge, where before there was only ignorance.

You gave me a path, where before I was a wanderer.

You taught me calm, where before there was only the dark storm.

I will miss you dearly my friend, you were a guiding light in my deepest night.

That's...all, that is what I wanted to say.

You can put him away now..I guess.

Um...Goodbye!

Waves briefly at the casket.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Ha ha ha ha, because of course!


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

With final goodbyes said, the coffin is lowered into the ground. The townsfolk that were present take turns offering their condolences to Kendra and then slowly making their way back down the path towards town. Kendra approaches all of you and asks that you join her in returning to her home so that you might all hear his last will and testament.


Female Aasimar (Angelkin) Paladin of Pharasma (Undead Scourge) 2 HP: 19/19. Fort: +8 Reflex: +4 Will: +7 (+2 vs Evil effects and to stabilize when at negative HP/+2 racial bonus on saving throws against death effects, energy drain, negative energy, and spells/SLA

"Of course," Ingrid responds putting her arm around Kendra supportively.


Male Human Ranger 1
Spoiler:
(HP 11, AC 16, Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +2, Init +4, +2 Perception)

Orin looks back one last time at the coffin before turning back to Kendra. "Agreed, but would you like a short rest before then, Ma'am Lorrimor? To collect your thoughts?"

He felt terrible for the woman. Lorrimor had been a friend, but to her he was her father, and no doubt the loss cut deeper into her soul than any present.


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

Kendra smiles weakly at Orin, "No, I'll be quite alright. The will can't be read until Councilman Hearthmount joins us, and that will be a short while as he has some other things to attend. I'm sure we could all use a warm place to wait and perhaps a drink or two. Shall we?"

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