Rigor Rictus' Carrion Crown - Game Thread

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Delia:
In a matter of minutes your able to find your way to Ravengro's general store, a two-story affair situating in a ring of buildings that make up the town's hub. Right now it's fairly quiet, though that is to expected on a Sunday. A few patrons mill in and out of the shops here, and a small troupe of locals sit in a simple gazebo at the center. They eye you with equal parts suspicion and curiosity, but after a moment of observation they go back to their conversation.

Inside the store, you are greeted by a girl a few years younger than yourself. A second young lady tends to the shelves, and an older woman leans wearily on the counter, though she quickly perks up as you enter. She is pleased to help you find the ingredients you need, though when it comes to the berries, all she has in stock are a few overripe blackberries from the farmer's market last Wealday (Wednesday). They would be ideal for a cobbler, but any fresh tarts employing them might be questionable.


Did you want to play out the smalltalk, or did you want a quick summation before returning to Kendra's home?


Female Human Unchained Master Summoner 1 (AC: 15 [T: 12 /F: 13]; CMD 13; HP: 9/9; F+1, R+2, W+1; Init: +2; Perc: -1)

Orlok Jr:
I would like to play it out, but since it's just me I don't want to make everyone wait for us to go through the whole thing. So, a summation will work.

Delia decides to go for the blackberries, and make cobbler instead. It just may be harder to mess up, and the sweetness of the berries will better warm the spirits. With the ladies she discusses the good quality of supplies they have in stock, and talks up their dresses, admiring the lines and designs they wear. Following this she ensures they have her name, and she theirs. She then offers that, if they want, in trade for goods and supplies she would work with them on making new dresses. On leaving, she lets them know where she is staying if they wish to reach her. She pays and hands the ingredients to Father to carry, him having waited by the door for her to finish.


Male Psi-slinger: Parry 4 / RATN 4 (6/8/10) / Toughness 14 (6) (18 (6) vs Energy) / ISP 40/40 /Quick/Danger Sense/Psychic Sense/ Bennies 3/3

Zhan will return to Lady Kendra's home. When she returns, he will again offer his condolences, and ask if there is anything he can do to aid her in her time of grief. His aim is merely to offer a comforting presence. Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20


Just out of curiosity, exactly how old are Delia and Zhan?

Delia:
Marta, as the shopkeeper introduces herself, is friendly but guarded at first, though she opens up when you begin to mention her dresses, especially her higher quality ones. She compliments your good taste in respectable attire, bemoaning the fact that most locals prefer only simple clothes, and the wealthier citizens have dreadful, garish things from Caliphas. One of her daughters joins your conversation as well, and she insists that you stop by again sometime. Before you go, she offers a helpful tip to a newcomer - don't eat at the Laughing Demon! Zokar, the proprietor, may seem friendly enough, but Marta confides that his signature dish, "corpse chowder," is more than just a gloomy jest. You're able to make your way back easily enough, and at the Lorrimor home you find a small kitchen with which to work, though it's instruments are solely lacking in quality and variety - not a problem for cobbler, but no one will be be producing a culinary masterpiece here.

To everyone else...
Delia returns to the home with an armful of groceries, and the scent of ripe berries teases your nostrils as she passes by. She is followed not ten minutes later by Kendra and the councilman from the funeral. He carries a small stack of documents, and regards you all quizzically as he takes his seat. It seems that he's not sure what to make of you all. Ahem, erm, good job with those louts in the cemetery earlier," he commends as he puts on a small pair of reading glasses. "Just give me a moment to get everything together, and we'll begin."
"This is Councilman Hearthmount," Kendra explains. He seems not to acknowledge her introduction, his lips moving silently as he glosses over the documents. "I believe that you have all been named in my father's will. In fact, it was stipulated that it not be read until all are present. Where is Delia, by the way? And what's that smell?" She crinkles her nose as the scent of Delia's cooking wafts in from the kitchen.
Assuming Delia is fetched from the kitchen.
Hearthmount nods as he sets his documents aside, clearing his throat with a phlegmatic cough. "Well, I suppose we'd best get started then, hadn't we?" He produces a scroll case, stamped with the unbroken seal of Petros Lorrimor. Hearthmount splits the wax with a letter opener, and almost immediately a small key tumbles out of the case, clattering onto the tabletop before him. Unphased he unfurls the scroll and begins reading.

"I, Petros Lorrimor, being of sound mind, do hereby commit to this
parchment 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 mere 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 Lepidstadt 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 darker side of my profession, or worse still, the
danger of possessing these 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 Lepidstadt, who
will put them to good use for the betterment of the cause.
“Yet before you leave for Lepidstadt, 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 sovereigns 100 PP. For safekeeping, I have left these funds with Embreth Daramid, one of my most trusted friends in
Lepidstadt—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, hereby sign this will in Ravengro on this
first day of Calistril, in the year 4711."

Hearthmount rolls up and replaces the scroll and leans forward in his seat, waiting silently to answer in questions you may have (though it seems obvious he would prefer to conclude this business and get back home).


Male Half-Elf/Kellid 3 Barbarian Wild Rager/Totem Warrior/1 Fighter Two-Handed Fighter

Agnar stands quietly as the will is read. He thinks to himself "This is all you ask? I will do as you have wished." Looking at the man who read the will Agnar says "Do you know where this chest that was written of in the will is located?"


Awestruck, Kirill has to consciously shut his gaping jaw.

"O-one hundred sovereigns? As in coins? As in money!? Wow...I, I never knew that the professor had that much stashed away. He must've been a wizard with wealth as well."

The Varisian stammers for a moment before collecting himself. Even in lavish old tombs the poor wanderer had never seen so much money in place. With that much cash he'd be set for a good while. With how great Lorrimor treated the young man in life he would've carried out his last wishes for free, but to be offered such a sum...

"Of course, I'll follow the professor's instructions. I guess that I'll be needing accommodations for a while then. I'm short on money as it is, but if one of you fine gentlemen would be willing to spare a couple of gold so that I can afford a room I'll gladly repay you in a month's time."


Male Psi-slinger: Parry 4 / RATN 4 (6/8/10) / Toughness 14 (6) (18 (6) vs Energy) / ISP 40/40 /Quick/Danger Sense/Psychic Sense/ Bennies 3/3

Zhan's face is a mask. There appears to be a great deal going on behind his eyes, but it is a while before he speaks.

"I find I agree with Agnar, I'd have done this and far more for nothing. The professor owed me nothing, whereas I in turn owed him a great deal, in money as well as payment for the kindnesses he showed me. I expected a request from him, but I never gave thought that he'd have given me stake in his estate."

Zhan goes quiet again for a moment, and a sorrowful smile touches his lips for just a second, and his eyes glisten. But then the moment passes and he is himself again.

"The man's kindnesses never end. Instead of calling due a debt owed, he bestows a gift. I will gladly stay this month, and perform whatever tasks are needed."

He turns to address to Councilman Hearthmouth. "Sir, if you have a moment, I would like very much to ask you a bit about the circumstances of our friend's death. The situation being what it has been, we have had very little time to ask about it. I heard only that it was some sort of accident. Could you take some time with me and tell me the rest?

Orlok Re: Zhan's Age:

Quick answer: 45 if you don’t use aging effects, 34 if you do.
Zhan’s age is something I have been trying to nail down. When I came up with the character concept I pictured him to be somewhere in his forties. The idea was that he was established long enough at his trade that he expected to simply go on performing his duties until he was too old, and then retire. When he was murdered, and then brought back by Professor Lorrimor, everything changed. As I described to Kendra and others, he met Lorrimor around 10 years prior to current events. He then spent the next few years retraining, and preparing himself for a new occupation. A twilight calling, acted out in years considered by most to be past their prime.

I envisioned him to be about 40-45, but then noticed that for humans, age modifiers kick in at 35! That’s pretty young to take -1 to Str, Con, and Dex, particularly since I wanted him to be a high dex character. I have played with his stats a bit to see if I could find another version that works (such as an intense Wisdom focus), but as of yet, cannot find a configuration that I like.


Female Human Unchained Master Summoner 1 (AC: 15 [T: 12 /F: 13]; CMD 13; HP: 9/9; F+1, R+2, W+1; Init: +2; Perc: -1)

"How is it that the Professor still offers to reimburse unnecessarily for deeds that would have been done without recompense?" She asks rhetorically, a tear in her eye "I would most readily stay for as long as Mistress Kendra would deem suitable, in the case of the Professor's wishes, at least a month. Aiding in the delivery of tomes is the least I could do in repayment for what the Professor has done for my father and I." she sniffles, and dabs at her eyes with the familiar kerchief

Listening to the others, she adds. "Yes, it would be prudent if we were to get an idea of what is placed in our charge, and where it can currently be found." To the others she suggests, "We might also wish to elect one amongst us to maintain secure control over the key to the trunk. It should be one that is best able to keep it secured on their person, if these books truly are a danger to posess, then we don't want them to fall into the wrong hands." as she finishes, Father looks to each one, as if weighing their worth in turn.

As Zhan asks his question, Delia requests of them, "Gentlemen, if you could, would you hold this conversation out of earshot. I would imagine that the Mistress would not care to hear any possibly saddening details." she looks to Kendra's reaction to see if she is correct.

Delia's Age:
She is 16. I didn't realize until the start of the campaign that he stopped teaching 15 years ago. I'm hoping that it's okay to assume that while she was a student, he came back for at least a year, in order to have been her instructor, she is from Ustalav, so he wouldn't have had to go too far to teach. Her young age is paramount to her personality for the concept.


Male Human Level 1 Fighter

"If that is his wish than so be it. I shall stay and do whatever is necessary. As for the one to hold the key, I say we all hold the key, or at least replicas of them. If these books are indeed as dangerous as they say, than the best thing would be anonymity of which of us has the key. Each day we could switch the real key." Sagaar says with a nervous glance around the room, an eerie almost eager look in his eyes. "Now where would these books be located, we should get to securing them as soon as possible, we don't want any trouble for the lady of the house." He bows slightly in the direction of Kendra.


"I know the trunk he mentions," Kendra volunteers. "It's in the study, and heavy as the thing is, I'd suggest that's where we keep it. You know, I'd wondered where that key was... Oh! And none of you need worry about lodgings - I can accommodate you here, as long as a few of you don't mind sharing a room."

Sense Motive DC 15:
Kendra is desperately hoping you will be staying in her home. She is distraught over the death of her father, and would prefer to be in the company of others during this time.

The councilman regards Kirril with a disapproving glare after his display of excitement, though he makes no comment on the matter, and quickly turns to address Zhan. "I know only that the Professor's death was a tragic accident. He was a good man and valued associate, but I felt it would be untoward to pry into such grizzly details. If you wish to know more than that, I'd suggest you speak with Sheriff Caeller." He straightens his documents and replaces his reading glass, then rises from his chair with a grunt. He thinks for another moment, and lets out a long sigh, as if he already regrets what he is about to say. "You might try Gibs, the undertaker, though I wouldn't expect him to be too accommodating. He's boorish enough as it is, and I'm sure you injured his pride today when you dispersed his mob. In any case, enjoy your stay in Ravengro, and do try to stay out of trouble while you're here." He collects his things and straightens out his shirt before plodding out the door, leaving you with a dead man's daughter and his final request.


Male Psi-slinger: Parry 4 / RATN 4 (6/8/10) / Toughness 14 (6) (18 (6) vs Energy) / ISP 40/40 /Quick/Danger Sense/Psychic Sense/ Bennies 3/3

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Kendra:
"As long as you are certain we would be no imposition, I for one would be pleased to be able to stay with you. I would like to talk more of your father, and share our memories and experiences of him, and this month should give us plenty of chances to do this. I require nothing extravagant, and sharing a room is just fine."

"As I mentioned to the councilman, I would like to find out more about your father's death, but I do not wish to cause you any pain. Would it be alright if I did ask around in regards to a few questions I have about his passing?"


Female Human Unchained Master Summoner 1 (AC: 15 [T: 12 /F: 13]; CMD 13; HP: 9/9; F+1, R+2, W+1; Init: +2; Perc: -1)

Sense Motive 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Oh, there is no need to go through the trouble of putting us up. That last thing we would want is to be a bother to you." Delia kindly refuses the offer.


Male Psychopomp Lesser Eidolon Biped (AC: 15 [T: 11 /F: 14]; CMD 17; HP: 11/11; F+3, R+1, W+2; Init: +1; Perc: +4 [Darkvision 60'])

Sense Motive 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

He looks askance at Delia before he suggests lightly to her "Princess, it might be better for Kendra to have an ear close by." he gives her a knowing nod, and she recognizes his suggestion


After the councilman shoots him a glare the Varisian shrugs with a casual smile, palms up to show that he intended no harm nor disrespect by his shock. Kirill hid many things in his life; his profession, his dagger, even his heritage often (many distrusted Varisian's as scoundrels and thieves, with good reason), but he wasn't one too hide his nature except in the most extenuating of circumstances.

"That is very kind of you to let us stay here, Miss Kendra. You share the professor's generous spirit. [Kirill looks to Zhan.] I for one am more curious as to the specific nature of these dangerous books. If they are going to be transported in our possession I think it would be irresponsible of us not to take a peek, yes? [He only thinly veils his natural curiosity with reason.] And after, I would like to revel in the memories of good times with Prof. Lorrimor, and raise a glass in his honor. After you are done exploring the details of his death will you [-he sweeps his gaze across the others as well-] join me for a drink? And not to impose upon the good Lady's hospitality anymore than I am by staying here, can anyone suggest a decent tavern to do so in?"

Sense motive:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 Looks like Kirill is a bit too self focused to notice the feelings of others this time.


Female Human Unchained Master Summoner 1 (AC: 15 [T: 12 /F: 13]; CMD 13; HP: 9/9; F+1, R+2, W+1; Init: +2; Perc: -1)

At Father's suggestion, she changes her stance. "If we wouldn't really be a bother, we would very much appreciate your willingness to put us up in your lovely home." as an afterthought she asks the group, "Who all will be staying? I will need to go back and see Marta about getting more stuff to fill the larder. Also, don't you men go thinking you are going to be hanging around without lending a hand around the house."

"Yes, Sagaar is it, decoy keys would be wise. Do we have any way of making them though?" she queries

"Well,I need to go and finish the cobblers. I would suggest we get something in our stomachs while we figure out how we will perform our given task." she recommends. "Father, do stay here to offer any suggestions if need be, you know you just get in the way in the kitchen."

Untrained Craft check to cook 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21. lol, Crit the cooking. I may have just wasted a 20

Before long the smell of blackberry cobbler fills the house with its tangy sweet scent.


Male Psi-slinger: Parry 4 / RATN 4 (6/8/10) / Toughness 14 (6) (18 (6) vs Energy) / ISP 40/40 /Quick/Danger Sense/Psychic Sense/ Bennies 3/3

Zhan stays with the company for a time, enjoying the excellent dessert prepared by Delia, and trading stories with the others about Professor Lorrimor. When the time comes, he excuses himself.

"Thank you, Delia; that was a wonderful dish. You have a talent. Miss Kendra, your hospitality is greatly appreciated, so I hope you will not be offended by a short absence. As I mentioned, I have a few questions I would like to ask about town. I don't think I will be away long. I needn't any assistance, but if any wishes to come along, you are welcome. Before determining if false key's are needed, why do we not examine these books together. In all likelihood, unless the lock is magical, keeping the chest safe will be far more important than guarding the keys. Locks are easily forced. Good evening, all of you."

Zhan then departs, looking for the Sheriff and the undertaker.


Male Half-Elf/Kellid 3 Barbarian Wild Rager/Totem Warrior/1 Fighter Two-Handed Fighter

Sense Motive 1d20 ⇒ 4
Turning to Krill Angar says "I do not drink. I also think it would be best to leave the books alone." After speaking to Krill he than looks at Delia "I would prefer to be outside but will stay if asked to."


Female Human Unchained Master Summoner 1 (AC: 15 [T: 12 /F: 13]; CMD 13; HP: 9/9; F+1, R+2, W+1; Init: +2; Perc: -1)

As Zhan takes his leave, she calls after him "Try not to stay out too late, and from what I've heard, avoid the food at The Laughing Demon." To the others, she looks at them and asks, "Agnar, you look very capable, could you split and bring in enough wood for the night? Kirill or Sagaar, would one of you be so kind as to take care of the dishes? I will help Mistress Kendra turn down the rooms we will be using."

To Kendra she wonders, "Are you certain you can put us all up? Don't you worry about the household duties, I will manage them as long as you need the time to grieve. Maybe tomorrow we can go shopping." as she gets closer, she speaks more quietly to Kendra "If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you," her eyes well up, "I too have lost a loving father and understand your pain."


Male Half-Elf/Kellid 3 Barbarian Wild Rager/Totem Warrior/1 Fighter Two-Handed Fighter

Agnar nods than makes his way outside to split the wood for the night. Removing the sword from his back he places next to the wall while he works on the wood. After a hour of work he believes he has enough wood. Putting his sword in place on his back he starts to carry the wood back inside the house.
No idea if I needed any checks for that if I do tell me and I will roll them in a spoiler.


"Certainly, Miss, I've done far worse than dishes to get a room for the night. And I think I'm going to like it here for the month if you plan to cook for us on a regular basis."

Figuring that he has plenty of time before others would be ready to join him at a tavern he amiably agrees to help out with the dishes. It was only polite after all, since he was recieving free room and board along with a grand bounty in the near future, that he probably didn't diserve, but wasn't going to refuse.


Male Human Ranger (Shapeshifter) 3 { AC 13 | 18 of 35 hp }

Val remain silent through the reading of the will, and keeps his thoughts to himself about the professor's posthumous mission. He frowns slightly at the mention of staying in town for an entire month, but quickly resigns himself to the duty - for the sake of Lorrimor's last wish and the well-being of his daughter.

To the group, he finally adds, "If these books are as dangerous as the professor says, then we should make sure they are secure and guarded. I do not mind standing watch, or keeping the chest by me at night."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

To Kendra, he says "Honestly, towns and cities grate on me, and I would not be happy finding an inn or hostel to stay in. If you would be happy to house us here, I would be comfortable in your home."

As the scent of blackberry cobbler wafts through the house, Val's mouth waters. Drawn to the kitchen, he smiles at Delia and asks if there is naught he can do to help.


Male Human Level 1 Fighter

"Ah a bed in shelter would be more than appreciated Miss Kendra, though I don't want to trouble you if it would be any. I would stay wherever is needed so as not to be a burden. Sagaar tried his best to be a comfort to the grieving girl but is unsure on what he should do. Maybe it would just be best to stay here. He thinks to himself. Easier to keep an eye on those books.
Sense Motive 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"I shall go with Zhan, I too would like to find out a bit more about the town I shall be living in for the next month. If false keys are needed I may be able to help with the creation of them. I have some skill in making metal trinkets and sorts."


Zhan and Sagaar:
It's nearing dusk as you approach the sheriff's office, which also happens to be the local jail. It's a simple stone structure, solidly built but dwarfed by the ruins of the old Harrowstone silhouetted against the southern horizon. The door creaks noisily as you enter the building, groaning as if to so was its purpose. The interior is unadorned. The light that streams through the two narrow windows is not nearly enough to illuminate the room, though a single torch mounted next to the door offers light enough. The three cells on the far wall are all empty, and a young man with a sword-shaped pin on his shirt turns to greet you, though his amicability quickly turns to surprise, then to nervousness as he realizes he hasn't met you before.
"Ah, hello. Welcome to, uh, the Ravengro jail. I, erm..."
His stammering is stopped abruptly by the gruff interjection of a man to your left.
"Easy Riff - they're just strangers, is all." Sitting at a desk in the corner of the room is a travel-worn man, the features of his stubble-lined face hidden by a wide-brimmed hat that's been stuffed over his eyes. He leans easily back in his chair, and his boots are resting upon the desk as if he had been napping before. He does not look up, or even remove the hat from his eyes as he continues, though his tone is pleasant enough. "Deputies," he chuckles. "They keep the peace around town well enough, but they're a bit jumpy when something breaks up their routine. I'm Benjan Caeller. What can I do for you?"

To those back at the house...:
After a filling meal of what is perhaps the greatest cobbler any of you have ever tasted, Kendra proposes a toast to her deceased father, and drinks perhaps one glass more of brandy than a woman of her station ought to. Red-faced and a little tipsy, she sinks into an easy chair in the foyer. "I know I must sound like a poorly trained parrot, but thank you all for staying here for the month. I'll need a few week to decide what to do with the house. I mean, it is my home, but there's... baggage here now." She seems to withdraw for a moment, though starts up again as everyone sets themselves to various choice. "Oh! Oh, it's really no trouble! I should, ah... Ah, very well." She throws up her arms in a gesture of exaggerated frustration as she sits back down. "I'll be here if anyone needs me. By the way, am I the only one curious about those books mentioned in the will? I've got the trunk right in the study, but it's a heavy old thing. You might want to at least move the tomes into something easier to carry."


Kirill perks up again as Kendra mentions being curious about the books. His insatiable curiousity would be the end of him one day. After a moment or too he speaks, responding about the house first as to not seem like he is taking advantage of the lady's inebriated state.

"If you have fond memories here and like the home and town, I'd suggest you keep it. Although I've seen many a wondrous place in this world and the gift of this house by the late professor, if you sold it, would let you travel. Has that ever interested you? I mean, with this land you could probably easily get -Kirill will give what he thinks to be a reasonable estimate of the place's financial worth, see check below-. That should be more than enough to expand your view of the world, eh? And like I said earlier, I think it would be...irresponsible if we didn't at least take a look at the books. Don't you agree? After all they are in your home."

Appraise (I took the skill and I'm going to use it!): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16


"I confess, I have been curious about the world at large. I've traveled within Ustalav, of course, but I've never been beyond its borders, unlike father - he was in demand in universities across Avistan, and the tales he could tell of those places. I'd like to walk the streets of some of those cities... Almas, Oppara, Westcrown, or even Egorian!"

You imagine that selling the estate would fetch around 250 pp, and another 150 pp might be acquired by liquefying the assets within."


Female Human Unchained Master Summoner 1 (AC: 15 [T: 12 /F: 13]; CMD 13; HP: 9/9; F+1, R+2, W+1; Init: +2; Perc: -1)

"Oh, Mistress Kendra, seeing the world does seem exciting. I have also never been out of Ustalav. I, personally, would love to see all the royal courts in all their finery." she gets a glint in her eyes, "I would also be curious as to the contents of the tomes, but think we should wait for Zhan and Sagaar to return... right?" she looks like she's waiting for someone to talk her out of waiting, as she gives Father a look of guilt.

Changing the subject, she decides, will help curb her curiosity "Mistress Kendra, how many rooms are there? I'm willing to share, but as the only girl, I'd feel more comfortable if there was a small room, a pantry even, that I could have to myself."


Male Psi-slinger: Parry 4 / RATN 4 (6/8/10) / Toughness 14 (6) (18 (6) vs Energy) / ISP 40/40 /Quick/Danger Sense/Psychic Sense/ Bennies 3/3

Kirill:
Greeeaaat, we left the thief guarding the valuables... ;)

Caeller + Sagaar:
"Good even, Master Caeller, deputy." Zhan nods to each. "I am Zahn, and this is Sagaar. You may or may not have heard about visitors in town, but we are just recently arrived."

Zhan's voice flows out gently as he speaks. While a bit gravelly in tone, it is a voice that invites conversation, is appropriately deferential, but confident. Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

"We are friends of the late Professor Lorrimor. It seems he made a strong impression on many, and I have had the pleasure of just recently meeting others blessed by his friendship, like Master Sagaar here. We were invited to attend his funeral, which is fortunately now concluded. We had a small misunderstanding with some folk at the graveyard, but fortunately, cool heads prevailed, and all was talked out in a civilized manner. Those friends of the professor that attended will be remaining around for a short time, by the request of his estate, to help matters settle.

Zhan closes the distance to the Sheriff as he continues to talk.

"In our haste to get here, and lay our good friend to rest, I'm afraid that many details were omitted. I was hoping that you might be able to shed some light for us, on the nature of the Professor's death. I had heard it was an accident, but not much more I'm afraid. Councilman Hearthmount suggested you might be the best party to speak with in gaining more incite into the matter."


Zhan:
This is post 2e, the politically correct term is "rogue". And...yes, that was probably a poor choice. ;P

"I've traveled many places, though not always by choice I must admit, and there are many marvels to behold. If you wish to travel and see the world there is no time like the present, relatively anyway; it won't hurt anything to plan for a few months first. Inversely after traveling so much I'd like to seek a place to eventually settle down and call my own. Hmm...maybe...no. Well...maybe, if you decide you'd like to travel I could purchase this land. The professor helped me with some rough work and I'd be honored to watch his estate. I won't have enough to purchase this place for a long, long while, but maybe sometime down the road we can work something else. But this is a matter better discussed on with a clear head."

Kirill turns to Delia about the chest of books.

"I'm sure that there will be enough books for everyone to take a peek. After all, it's just a bunch of musty old tomes; what's the worst that could happen? Famous last words?"


Male Human Level 1 Fighter

"Yes, we would be most interested to know of the local happenings and what happened to the Professor. I would also like to know more about the town and the Professors involvement in it. Sagaar adds with an eloquent touch, seemingly contrast against the thick, ominous robes enveloping, and obscuring him.
Assisting Zhans Diplomacy
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20


Kendra, to those in home:
Kendra whispers to herself as she takes a count of the number of guests she must accommodate. [b]"Well, there are five beds between the two guest bedrooms, and then there's father's old room... That's six beds and seven guests..." She looks around the room briefly, considering the options. "Well, if someone doesn't mind sleeping on a couch... Otherwise, I'd be more than happy to put a few of you up at the Laughing Demon. Though not you, Delia. After that cobbler, you're going to be here for every meal!" She quickly bites her tongue, realizing the imposition she has just suggested. "I'll be happy to pitch in with the preparation, of course. Otherwise what kind of host would I be?"

Back at the jail:
Caeller's lips turn up into a slight smile. "Yeah, I heard about that trouble with Gibs. Good job handling him like you did. He's a crude one, to be sure, though he really got bold with that mob today." He leans over and spits in a pot next to the desk as he rises, looking you in the eye. "Gibs never was that bright. As far as Lorrimor, I thought it would be polite to spare the details. He was up around Harrowstone on one of his erands, and it looks like one of the gargoyles on the parapets gave. Crushed the poor man's head. Messy death, but at least a quick one. As far as what he did? Well, I don't know too much about that. He was always an upstanding citizen, and he kept like company. Never gave me cause to make his business mine."


Male Human Level 1 Fighter

"Can you lead us to this.. Harrowstone, you say. It might be good to take a look around for ourselves. This was a great tragedy for us all, and it would help us to feel better to know how he came to pass. Sagaar interjects, taking a friendly step towards the sheriff. He throws a quick glance at the deputy.

"As for Mr. Gibs, his concern is understandable, such rumors can taint anyone's image, even such a great man as Lorrimar. If we can just see this place we may even be able to clear up some of the towns superstition as to this accusation. Were all here to try and keep the peace and calm of the town.

For convincing them to show us the location. Diplomacy
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Spoiler:

For trying to put the sheriff at ease over the towns security. Knowlege: Local. Not sure if this is what I'd do though, but I kinda want a place where my local skills might come in handy.
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21


Sagaar. Knowledge (Local) will certainly be useful in this adventure, though I'm not sure how you're trying to apply it here.

At the jail:
The Sheriff looks around the room, regarding his deputy a moment before he shrugs. "I don't know, I'd just as soon steer clear of that place if I were you. I'm generally not one for superstitions, but I can't deny there's something funny about that place, and that Lorrimor had business there just goes to prove it. I can't really stop you if you're hellbent on going - it's just ruins after all, but I'd recommend leaving it alone."


Male Human Ranger (Shapeshifter) 3 { AC 13 | 18 of 35 hp }

Val raises an eyebrow at the suggestion of reading the tomes, but remains silent.


Male Psi-slinger: Parry 4 / RATN 4 (6/8/10) / Toughness 14 (6) (18 (6) vs Energy) / ISP 40/40 /Quick/Danger Sense/Psychic Sense/ Bennies 3/3

At the Jail:
"These would be the ruins to the south, the one's you can see from the street? I'm sure we can find our way there alone, Sagaar, if we choose to explore them. Sheriff, I know you said you tended to stay out of other's business, but do you have any idea what he might have been looking for out there? Was there any indication at all of anything suspicious surrounding the death? Any hunches you could not prove or so forth? Who was it who found the body?"

To Speed things up:
If you do not want to spend too much time on the back and forth, I can list the things I would like to find out over the course of the conversation with the sheriff. I have no issue role-playing it out, but if it is holding anyone else up, we can cut to the essentials and skip ahead.
  • Who found the body?
  • Who determined the cause of death?
  • Did the Professor go there often, or was this just a chance visit?
  • What was Harrowstone used for, and why is it abandoned?
  • Is Harrowstone still used for anything?
  • Does anyone else, besides the Professor, still go up there?
  • Has anything odd happened in town lately?


We can do a summation, sure.

At the jail:
The sheriff explains that he was the one who found Lorrimor's body, as well as determined the cause of death. He was called to look into the Professor's whereabouts after he'd gone two days without making an appearance at his home. He had been making regular visits to Harrowstone for a few weeks prior to that, and Caeller assumes it was simply another one of his projects - he was well known to have an interest in the supernatural, and Harrowstone is reputed to be haunted. He can tell you that Harrowstone was once a major prison, used to house particularly dangerous criminals, built in 4594. Ravengro had it's start as a settlement in which the guards to the remote prison could live with their families, and farms could be tended to sustain them. It was destroyed in a large fire fifty years ago, and many of the more superstitious citizens believe that the ghosts of the prisoners still inhabit its walls. Ravengro has remained as an independent village, though Harrowstone remains its most identifiable feature.


Male Half-Elf/Kellid 3 Barbarian Wild Rager/Totem Warrior/1 Fighter Two-Handed Fighter

Agnar shakes his head at Kirill. "We should leave the books alone. Lorrimor wanted us to transport them to his friend not to read them. We have no idea what magic is in these books or what is written in them."


Male Psi-slinger: Parry 4 / RATN 4 (6/8/10) / Toughness 14 (6) (18 (6) vs Energy) / ISP 40/40 /Quick/Danger Sense/Psychic Sense/ Bennies 3/3

At the Jail:
"Thank you for your assistance in this Sheriff, I appreciate it greatly. I do not mean to express that I doubt your findings, it is perhaps that I just feel guilt that I was not here to help the Professor. Had I been, this incident might not have happened.

"However, it is like you said, and the Professor is well known to have had an interest in the supernatural. I think my own sensibilities will not be stilled until I know for sure that this was indeed an accident. Many supernatural creatures are capable of killing a man, and even something as mundane as a maligned spirit could have pushed a gargoyle off its base. With that in mind, I hope you will not be offended if I choose to look a bit closer at the circumstances surrounding this unfortunate death. Rumours often have founding in truth, and if this place truly is haunted, it may be a service to all concerned to have this assertion confirmed or refuted."

"Could you give me a description of precisely where upon the grounds the body was found, that I might be able to find it on my own, and have a second look?"

Zhan listens to the reply before closing with the following, "As I had said, I and my new associates will be remaining in town for a few weeks. If in that time, you require any assistance with your work, please do not hesitate to ask. I am something of an investigator by trade, and I would be happy to provide any assistance I can render."

"Sagaar, do you have any other questions for the Sheriff? If not, I suggest we set off to find Gibs before full dark is upon us. I would not wish to disturb his rest, but I would like to speak with him as well."

If Sagaar agrees, they will depart in search of the undertaker.


Resigned to waiting, Kirill shrugs with a relaxed smile.

"I possess what one might call a dangerously morbid sense of curiosity, so much so that my family used to joke that I was part gnome. At least I think it was a joke. I'm sure once I get a chance to poke around I'll find the whole matter completely monotonous, but it is the mystery of not knowing that I find simply irresistible."


Female Human Unchained Master Summoner 1 (AC: 15 [T: 12 /F: 13]; CMD 13; HP: 9/9; F+1, R+2, W+1; Init: +2; Perc: -1)

Delia sighs in disappointment at herself, "Yes, Agnar, you are correct. There is no reason we need to investigate these books at all. They are not for us, but to deliver."

At Kendra's suggestion of others staying elsewhere, she scowls in confusion "Oh, not the Laughing Demon, that is unnecessary, I have not heard good things about the place. Especially the food." Silently she checks the count, to herself "Agnar, Kirill, Zhan, Sagaar, Valachi and myself. There's only six of us?" she questions the count, before acknowledging the mix-up, "Oh, don't worry about Father, he will not need a bed, and will be hard pressed to leave my side. He will only need a little space in whichever room I end up staying." at this her eyes kind of glaze over, lost in thought, and they begin to glisten with moisture. She wipes them, with her kerchief, looking up with embarassment, as she hopes no one noticed. Adding to Kendra, "Don't you dare assume you will need to wait on us. We are here for you, and will not have you going out of your way to accomodate us. We are all adults, and fully capable of taking care of ourselves." this last she punctuates to the others by looking at each of them from under eyebrows, as if daring them to challenge her statement. "We will all be doing our share."

Speaking of age, how old is Kendra? I had assumed she was older than me, like in her late 20's. By your question, though now I'm not sure.


Kendra is in her mid-20s. I realize that there hasn't a post in about a day, so does anyone have anything more they'd like to do before we move on tomorrow? Also, have we decided yet what's going to be done with the trunk of books?


Male Psi-slinger: Parry 4 / RATN 4 (6/8/10) / Toughness 14 (6) (18 (6) vs Energy) / ISP 40/40 /Quick/Danger Sense/Psychic Sense/ Bennies 3/3

I was waiting for things to move onto our conversation with Mr. Gibs. Sagaar has not said anything in quite a while, so I assume it is safe to assume he has no further questions for the Sheriff.

Zhan would be all for looking through the books, but only once we are all together. His interest would be the same as he would imagine the Professor's was... learning more about his enemies. He would probably also like to know what Lorrimor was working on most recently, just before his death.


Male Human Level 1 Fighter

Yup I'm ready to move on, I have no more questions. As pretaining to the books, Sagaar would really want to see the books, because of his fascination with things dark and demonic.


Zhan:
You find your way to Gibs' home, a run-down shack near the far end of the Restlands, but he doesn't appear to be in at the moment. Knocking on the door yields no answer, and peering into the dirty window offers a good view into a single room home. Personal effects are scattered about the room, including dirty clothes and a few empty bottles, but there is no sign of Gibs himself.


Male Psi-slinger: Parry 4 / RATN 4 (6/8/10) / Toughness 14 (6) (18 (6) vs Energy) / ISP 40/40 /Quick/Danger Sense/Psychic Sense/ Bennies 3/3

Zhan will suggest that he and Sagaar head back to Kendra's then, and joint the others. Once there we can gather together to take a look at these books.


Alright, we will assume that everyone is now gathered at Kendra's home.


Kirill was enjoying casually swilling his drink while waiting with the others for Sagaar and Zhan to return, staring into it and remembering many of the times that Professor Lorrimor aided him throughout the thief's, all things considered, short career. He turns as the rest of the group mentioned in the will enter and nods politely in respect.

"So, gentlemen, did you learn anything particularly interesting or out of place in your foray to town?"


Male Psi-slinger: Parry 4 / RATN 4 (6/8/10) / Toughness 14 (6) (18 (6) vs Energy) / ISP 40/40 /Quick/Danger Sense/Psychic Sense/ Bennies 3/3

Zhan reenters the home along with Sagaar, and takes stock of how everyone appears to be doing. He checks to see if Kendra is present to hear his report. If she is, he'll ask if she wants to hear it, or if she'd like to excuse herself. He then fills in everyone on what he learned in the above conversations.

This is probably the most significant section:

Ringtail wrote:
The sheriff explains that he was the one who found Lorrimor's body, as well as determined the cause of death. He was called to look into the Professor's whereabouts after he'd gone two days without making an appearance at his home. He had been making regular visits to Harrowstone for a few weeks prior to that, and Caeller assumes it was simply another one of his projects - he was well known to have an interest in the supernatural, and Harrowstone is reputed to be haunted. He can tell you that Harrowstone was once a major prison, used to house particularly dangerous criminals, built in 4594. Ravengro had it's start as a settlement in which the guards to the remote prison could live with their families, and farms could be tended to sustain them. It was destroyed in a large fire fifty years ago, and many of the more superstitious citizens believe that the ghosts of the prisoners still inhabit its walls. Ravengro has remained as an independent village, though Harrowstone remains its most identifiable feature.

"If the Professor was interested enough to have been checking out the Harrowstone on a regular basis, it is probably a safe assumption that it is haunted, or that there is something of supernatural significance to the place. This conclusion makes me suspect that the Professor's death may not have been an accident, but rather raises the possibility that he was killed by whatever it was he was investigating. It is just a suspicion, so I do not want to cause undue alarm, but can you imagine the sheer happenstance required to have a gargoyle fall just as the professor walked beneath?"

"The circumstances are thus: The place is reputed to be haunted, and one of the world's foremost experts on the supernatural was dedicating time to visit the place. He suffers an improbable, yet fatal, accident while doing so... Random coincidence would hardly be my first instinct under such conditions."

"I am sorry friends if my reasoning pulls up difficult feelings; we have all just lost a friend, and are still reeling from the loss. I find that I too do not want to admit he is gone. It could be that since the Harrowstone is deserted that it was just a quiet place for the Professor to enjoy some solitude, or that he went there to eat his lunch, and that he sat under the same gargoyle every day as he did so. These are all possible, but I think there is more to my concerns than just my fear of letting his memory go. "

"I believe it would be beneficial if we could figure out what he was working on at the time of his death. We should examine his books, and see if we can narrow down the possibilities as to what form of adversary he was tracking. If it proves that I am wrong, and it turns out he was tracking nothing, I beg your indulgence."


Male Half-Elf/Kellid 3 Barbarian Wild Rager/Totem Warrior/1 Fighter Two-Handed Fighter

Agnar shakes his head "Everyone with checking the books. I say it is best to leave them be but if you wish to check them for information on Lorrimor's death fine but only one person should read the books."


"An improbable accident? It is my experience that little, if anything, happens by accident. Old Lorrimor was an intelligent and perceptive man. I'd like to think he could see danger coming from far off. I must say that I'm not convinced that supernatural forces are the cause of our dear friend's demise either, though what you present is worrisome. I find it much more likely that one of those rapscallions from the funeral was responsible for whatever befell him, if nobody minds me throwing out wild and unfounded accusations. I have a knack for finding things that would otherwise go unnoticed and perhaps over the next several days I'll take a look at this...Harrowstone to see if there is anything out of place; to calm my anger at the foul display presented at the ceremony this day if nothing else."

Kirill responds rather seriously; though he is generally light-hearted in demeanor, the details of a trusted friends untimely death soured his mood a bit (after he just had a few drinks to sweeten it). He wished nothing but bad things for the mob that blocked the funeral procession earlier and it at least felt comforting to be able to hate them and blame them for the professor's death. He brightens back up at the idea of searching through the books however, and claps his palms together.

"Looking at his most recent research is a grand idea [-as if the others hadn't realized he felt so yet-]. Maybe it would even be a final way to repay our friend and earn the bounty he has bestowed to us by finishing up his final work with a bit of investigation?"


Male Human Ranger (Shapeshifter) 3 { AC 13 | 18 of 35 hp }

Val's eyes widen during Zhan's explanation. "At first, I was hesitant to disturb the tomes the professor left behind, but in the light of his Harrowstone research and untimely death, it may be good to know if there's any relavent lore in there... something that drew him to the ruin in the first place."

"Coincidence or not, a quick jaunt to the prison may be worthwhile. At worst, it would be a boring day trip."

He thinks for a moment, then adds, "The people here are not especially friendly... and they obviously didn't much care for Lorrimor's work. If we go investigate the prison, I suggest we keep our trip... subtle for the nonce."

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