Welcome adventurer's to Ustalav, primarily Ravengro. You are here to attend the burial and reading of will of the late Professor Peteros Lorrimor. First up, and yes, this is seriously the first post of this campaign, who wants to be Pallbearers?
(This is Vonzara's Cleric)
As I stand there looking at the coffin holding my beloved Peteros, I am racked with grief knowing that I never be able to look into his eyes again. Hoping to easy the grief and say good-bye to my love I step forward and offer to be one of his Pallbearers.
Qorin had only known the professor briefly, but they had shared danger and difficulties together, and it had been Lorrimor who had first seen what Qorin was. When he heard of the professor's death, he had ridden hard to reach Ravengro in time for the funeral. The tall half-orc says nothing, but steps forward to carry the man who had shown him his path to his final resting place. Bowing low towards the coffin, to show his respect, he nods. He will be a pallbearer.
Sorry Vonzara, but you never gave me a backstory for the cleric OR the rogue if I remember correctly. Also, his head was smashed by a rock, so I don't really think some of what you posted a little bit a go is going to work. You may choose to rewrite that if you want.
(This is Vonzara's Cleric)
As I stand there looking at the coffin holding my beloved Peteros, I am racked with grief knowing that I never be able to look into his eyes again. Hoping to easy the grief and say good-bye to my love I step forward and offer to be one of his Pallbearers.
corrected Having rushed to Ravengro while in middle of researching some old ruins. I am now standing here looking at the closed coffin holding my dear friend whom I saved from danger years ago brings back the memory of the day I rescued him. I was looking forward to telling the Professor about my latest exploits. Now I have to say good-bye. I step forward and offer to be one of his Pallbearers.
corrected Having rushed to Ravengro while in middle of researching some old ruins. I am now standing here looking at the closed coffin holding my dear friend whom I saved from danger years ago brings back the memory of the day I rescued him. I was looking forward to telling the Professor about my latest exploits. Now I have to say good-bye. I step forward and offer to be one of his Pallbearers.(This is Vonzara's Cleric)
As I stand there looking at the coffin holding my beloved Peteros, I am racked with grief knowing that I never be able to look into his eyes again. Hoping to easy the grief and say good-bye to my love I step forward and offer to be one of his Pallbearers.
That's better.
I look around the room to see of I recognize anyone.
You can't. We're outside. In a graveyard.
:/ I begin to wonder who else is going to show up to pay their respects to the professor.
I don't think we are going to be able to play. I can try to find some other people, but one or both of the other two have dropped out.
Ok. No biggy. Vonzara is going to be running a Skype game and that will keep me busy.