Inside the house, Vivian hears the screams and shouts of her friends in the street..
She pushes the little girl, as gently as possible, into Kendra's arms
Seems Tam" already managed to find some trouble... Could you take care of this pretty one, Kendra, while we try to help our friends?Come on, Zander...
i consider Vivian in civilian clothes-no armor- and carrying only a dagger: she is in town, in her friend's house. Her adventuring stuff is in her room
meanwhile, in Kendra's house, Vivian tries to soothe the little girl's fear..
Come on sweetie...I've heard your name is Lireia? It sounds beautiful...You're safe now. Nothing more to fear.
The young redhead tries to be as reassuring as possible, but without any knowledge about the cause of fear, it's hard to say the right words..
Sense motive roll 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
We should check on Harrowstone tomorrow morning, just to explore the surroundings, even if we don't enter the prison itself yet. And we could always walk in the afternoon into the Restlands to bring some flowers over the professor Lorrimor's tomb, and offer him our toughts and prayers. If we somehow manage to find the cache too while walking... Only Pharasma can know what will happen then.
That said, Vivian let the boys talk, and goes into the kitchen to prepare some meal
Profession: cook (untrained)1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Still there too, had an awful week at work (and next week seems to be real busy tto!)
Vivian (and her player!^^) are quite puzzled by the madman's info, and try to understand things.
Nevertheless, this discussion is useful and open some new, unexpected paths..
*picks a small red ball and make it rolls in front of Tamarie, saying to the pointy eared girl*
I wonder what gossip about human women you may refer about. Don't worry, Tam", i can still walk up to you, and think about delivering the spanking you deserve. But i really have to stay at home, sit myself and think of everything that happened so far. We have to be careful, and I don't want to miss a clue, so we can avenge the dear Professor.
With that said, the redhead walks to Tamarie and gently slaps her backside
Vivian suddenly swallows her laugh and calm herself. Something the man just said seems to spark a thought in her overactive brain.
ushhh... be quiet and stay right in front of him.I have an idea...
Then she kneels right behind the mad man, and whispers slowly to his ear
The redhead is noticeably serious, and not carrying a new prank.
Vivian tries to use some psychology, wondering if the man can be linked with the "phantom girl" she met earlier in the tavern. She tries to remember that encounter, how the girl looked like. She suspect both (the mad man and the vanishing girl) to be linked to the haunted prison, and that the man "feels" the Love that Shelyn gives through her priests. Zander is a "beacon of Love" shall we say, by his devotion...
Vivian, puzzled, watches the figure closing to them. Could it be a guard?
Bluff attempt 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
To the GM:
Could you do a perception roll for Vivian, as she tries to see if the figure approaching may be a guard on duty or something else, more sinister? Any weapons in view on "him"?
For once, Vivian appears to be serious, She even looks around to see if no one can hear them and ushers, slowly
Don't get me wrong.As you know, I follow Pharasma, i pray to the goddess of Fate and Death. Being a priest yourself, you are surely aware people from the same flock don't always agree about how to pray, what kind of life you should live. Here in this country, life is harsh, and the Pharasmin Penitence is strong. THEY believe people who suffer the most in this life are the most rewarded by our goddess. That particular belief doesnt match my personality, as you probably already know. I've seen Death so many times that I don't bother anymore to count, death of strangers, of neighbours, of friends, of family, of loved ones. Most of the faithful, it seems to me, forget that Pharasma can brings happy things in their life too, that their Fate doesn't have to be bleak. I have always enjoyed helping a mother to deliver. Nothing makes me more happy than the first cries of a baby, the exhausted and overjoyful look of his mother. Pharasma looks about births too, not only about deaths. So i try to do my own things, in my own way, to bring a smile on everyone's face with a cranky joke, an unexpected prank, or a good deed. I give to those poorer than myself, money when I can, a friendly ear, a laugh, a silly song when I can't. I may not be the wisest servant of Pharasma, and i don't intend to be. I won't do anything harmful to anyone, if I can help it. Life is already full of pain, sadness, and cruelty. I'm not foolish or reckless, I won't for example try to explore the prison by myself here at night, because it won't help anyone and it could potentially be dangerous not only for myself, but for those I like and care. My point is, you have to enjoy Life when you can.Because you never know when it will end.
Vivian puts her red haired head on Zander's shoulder, gently
I'm sure such a pretty face as yours will easily finds helping hands among the wenches to get out of your.... armor, to start. Maybe a winning smile here and there could get us some useful info. I hope you're ready to .. get physically involved for the good of the group, if need arises.
Vivians giggles and gives a knowing smile to Zander
Even if the prison of Ravengro is tempting to a daring young lady, something in Vivian restrain her to a late night, unprepared exploration. And being seen near the statue that got marred in blood earlier doesn't too wise either.
Well, as much as I enjoy your gallant company, Zander, I hope you'll have no regret to walk me home, back at Kendra's? There you could at least get rid of your armor, and show some flesh.... hehe...
She giggles as the naughty teenager she was not so much ago and probably still is, to a degree.
I hope the others has found a pleasant way to pass the evening.
She rises her head,ever smiling, and watches the nightly sky as she walks, her arm tucked into the priest's arm
OOC stick a fork in him, he's done!^^
Meanwhile,Vivian roams into the little town of Ravengro, in the gallant company of Zander, her arm hooked with his arm. She keeps her voice down, and a smile on her pretty face, as if they were two lovers walking under the moon and stars.
I will tell you all the little I know about the tragic death of Professor Lorrimor. I -we- suspect he was killed, murdered, while investigating the action of an occult sect near the prison of Ravengro. So we're collecting clues at the moment, both not to suffer the same Fate as the professor and to avenge Kendra's father by finishing whatever he tried to do. My guess is that Davor believed you were a spy from that occult sect, due to your late arrival. We're all tense, I confess, because Prof Lorrimor asked us in his will to stay in Ravengro for a while so his daughter wouldn't be without help, if someone tried to ..finish their job. When we arrived for the burial of Professor Lorrimor, a bunch of the town people tried to interfere, saying the Prof was a necromancer and other frightened nonsense. Fear spoke by their mouths, and we manage to calm the things down. No more than one night after the burial- if my memory serves well, cause plenty has happened since we came here- someone wrote in blood a sign over a statue, and of course, being strangers, we were accused of the foul deed. To be honest, one of the town resident- a guy from the "not so welcome crew" at Prof Lorrimor's burial- was accused of it too. He was the one the sheriff nearly broke the arm, I showed him to you in the inn. People here are scared, and we have to be cautious. That's why, even if i'd like to investigate the statue once more, i will wait till tomorrow morning. If anything strange happens again tonight, I don't want to be the easy culprit.
She leans over Zander's arm
Thoughfull, she asks
She gives a warm smile to the priest of Shelyn and winks.
Her vibrant laugh rises in the nightly air as a rainbow
After an -hopefully uneventful!- trip to the privy, Vivian comes back to the inn main room
Are you ready to go, Zander? I'd like a midnight stroll..even if it's not midnight.
She bows graciously to the rest of the crowd
It's been a pleasure.. enjoy the night!
She waits for Zander, looking behind his shoulder at the people in the inn
Is the sheriff still here, with his girl?What does he do?
Grinning, the young redhead says to the servant girl
oooops, no one there... i guess i drank too much. Thank you for your help, anyway. You can keep the money, as the other info will be quite useful in the near future...
She winks and pushes the door, trying to find her way to the privy
*Strange.... i am SURE i saw someone there.*
Perception check 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Vivian notices the lonely woman
Would you please excuse me, Zander? I'll come back quick, promise..
The young redhead rises from her seat and looks around, before walking to a (preferably female) inn servant and whispering something in her ear
could you tell me where i can..relief myself? And, by the way, i'd like to know who's that woman in the corner.. do you know why she's alone? Of course, if you need a few minutes to collect the info, I'd be more than happy to give you a lil" something
Discretly, four silver pieces are placed in the waitress hand
Depends what part of the male anatomy you call "ol"Deadeye". And anyway, you should be able to aim properly too...
Another vivid laugh, and Vivian weeps her laughing, teary eyes, then spokes to Zander in ushered tones
I'd like you to buy a round of drinks for all the folks in the inn. If I do it, maybe some of the townfolks here won't like to owe me something.
I think i can see eye to eye with your deity so. I tend to look for the good and the beautiful in things and people. My mother told me way too many times that i should be a priest of Pharasma, and that even if I was kind of "too full of life" for the majority of the older priest, SHE considered it a good thing. But I'm not interested in priesthood.
Just plain honesty there, as far as Zander may know.Then she adds, matter of factly
For me, lust is a good thing, when used reasonably enough- well, as far as lust can be reasonable, of course. Without lust, there wouldn't be people, and people either are things of beauty or can create things of beauty, so Shelyn should be a little more supportive of carnal cravings, in my opinion. I totally understand your parable about the two lovers: the first one saw a beautiful girl, and depicted her accuratly,as beautiful as she was, no less but no more; the other took his time, knew doubts, tried again, and depicted not only the outer but the inner beauty of the girl, with patience and dedication. It was not a work of art maybe, but it was an act of love.
Vivian drinks, then says
She puts her glass down, and looks at Zander a few seconds
She smiles, once again, a bright and warm smile
She laughs and winks
I'm a redhead, and i lived in a gloomy, dark temple for most of my live. But i like sunshine. And i'm do prefer cats over dogs, even if cats make me sneeze. You're kind trying to change the topic of our little chat, but i'm fine with the death of my father. You know, I consider myself lucky, as I still had my mother to take care of me. I've meet more than one orphan in my life in the temple, all alone... just like Davor, probably.
She drinks a little more and smiles, her green eyes sparkling
After a few seconds, she bends and whispers something in Zander's ear
And i havent drank enough yet to tell you about my soft spots either...
She sits back confortably in her chair, her foot "innocently" brushing against Zander's lower leg
So please, tell me more about Shelyn. I want you to make my ... education tonight.
Bluff 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Good luck trying to see if Vivian is seriously flirtatious or jockingly teasing... ;-) i'll tell you if you beat my roll on a Sense Motive.
I hope not, as my dad is in Pharasma's arms since more than fifty years now.
There's a brief flash of sadness in Vivian's green eyes, then she smiles again
And my mother gave me enough love in my childhood to make me feel protected and cared for. She let me do my own decisions.. and my own mistakes, big or small.Besides, tending people wounds in your teenage years gives you all the info you need about anatomy.