Initiative actually got rolled a few posts above. I save time by rolling it myself (along with saves and some skill checks), but this time I put it in a spoiler, so I think it was hard to see.
Zaroff and Rava are the only ones who actually beat Kendra on initiative...so it's looking like it's up to one of those two to actually stop her...
Initiative actually got rolled a few posts above. I save time by rolling it myself (along with saves and some skill checks), but this time I put it in a spoiler, so I think it was hard to see.
Zaroff and Rava are the only ones who actually beat Kendra on initiative...so it's looking like it's up to one of those two to actually stop her...
Alright, something has been brought to my attention that I should have thought of a few days ago. Can people sound off, weather they're next up in initiative or not...but so I can get an idea of who all is actually paying attention to the thread and who has left for other pastures...
ProffessorM...feel free to sound off too if you are lurking, even though you're not present at the scene.
Swiftly stepping forward and placing a hand on Kendra's shoulder, Rava whispers something into her ear..."This is not how your father would want you to handle the situation girl, there's no good in killing misguided peasants."
Held in check by the half elf's words, Kendra lowers her hands and ceases her incantation.
So at this point Falconer is waiting to see what happens. Depending on if the situation decreases, he is preparing to set down the coffin.
Hefting the coffin with one hand and drawing his pistol with the other, Zaroff shouts.
"One more step and you will be joining the Professor in the ground!"
Bluff check:
Gozreh, lord of the sky and storm, punish those who would desecrate the sacred rites of burial! But be merciful, they don't deserve to die for their ignorance!
Had some problems over the weekend with Remy getting sick. I'll get back with this as soon as I can.
The spokesman seems unphased by the pistol pointed roughly his way (holding the coffin one handed and aiming steady is a bit difficult, but you're managing), though if you had to wager on it, this man has probably never seen a firearm before...and you don't look much like a wizard, so at this point he likely thinks your gesturing with a metal shod club.
Some of the crowd is beginning to sneak away, looks of shame on their face...shown the error of their decision by the words of the party of adventurers. As more of the villagers notice their number decrecing, that rate increases...soon leaving you and the spokesman...who without another word spits into the dirt and walks away (less someone does something to him on his way out).
Well my friends, shall we proceed with our solemn duty?
"I agree. And hopefully we can avoid further unpleastantries..."
Indeed Icebane, Kendra, would you care to lead on again please?
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Scuffing at the dirt with one ironshod boot, Twistle Labberupter scowled at the grave in front of him. He'd offered to help dig, but the two burly men with the shovels had given him such nasty looks that he backed off. It figured that when one of the few men he actually liked and respected asked him to come visit, it'd be because he was dead. The people, the weather, and the circumstances of this town were so dreary that he was tempted to turn around and head straight back to Absalom. Or he would have been, except for that pending warrant for his arrest. It will need to get a damn sight more uncomfortable before I prefer prison.
Hearing the crunch of gravel further along the path, the gnome looked up. A mismatched handful of figures were schlepping the coffin down the road toward him. He sneaked a look at the other gnome standing statue-still beside him and Father Grimmburrow met his eyes squarely. Erk! Immaculately turned out in his cleric robes, Grimburrow radiated disapproval like a woodstove in a drafty room. He'd tried to explain that these colorful explorer's leathers were the only set of clothing he'd managed to hurriedly pack, but apparently Pharasma surgically removes the sense of humor from even gnomes who join in her service. You may have chosen to forget the years we spent whoring our way through ports all up and down the Varisian coast, Hoylebirstle, but I have not. It's very hard to take you seriously when the last memory I have of our time together is you waving feebly goodbye under a squirming pile of naked, giggling halfling "ladies of negotiable virtue", as they'd preferred to be called. It was the final set of museam pieces I sold to the Pathfinder Society that got me enough to pay off my debts and fund that last hurrah, and I have the professor to thank for that as well. The memories of those good times segued smoothly into memories of nights spent in private tavern rooms or snug field tents, turning over engraved stones or rune-covered tablets under a set of field glasses with Lorrimar's animated narritive washing over him. His chest ached. He deserved better than this. Twistle stood up a little straighter, clasped his large, feathered hat behind his back and blew a wisp of chocolate-colored hair out of his face.
The procession makes its way to the plot of land Kendra has picked out for her father without further interruption, where they find a smattering of townsfolk, the city officials required for all funerals here in Ravengro, and a pair of surly looking grave diggers.
Councilman Vashian Hearthmount: A retired military commander
who settled in Ravengro and took up the mantle of leadership largely so
he could retain a sense of self-importance in his old age. He is the most experienced councilman.
Councilman Gharen Muricar: Just a few years junior to his lifelong friend Vashian Hearthmount, but acts like a man half his age. He’s the most up to date on matters outside of Ravengro, keeping the council abreast of national events, and also serves as the city’s unofficial historian. His reputation as something of a rake has
not diminished much in his old age—but he’s such an institution in the town that most of the citizens take his lechery in stride, regarding it as “mostly harmless.”
Zokar Elkarid: is a man who holds the philosophy that the best way to meet the horrors of the world is with a jest, for if one can laugh at the worst life has to offer, there remains little to fear. His warm and friendly tavern does its best to live up to this
admirable philosophy, down to the menu.
Pevrin Elkarid: the oldest son of the owner of the Laughing Demon, has taken the role of Post Boy for the last 3 years, charging 1 cp to transcribe five copies of a post and then ensuring that the copies are posted for at least a week. It is at the Posting Poles that the locals leave news of nuptials, job postings for farmhands, or notices of missing pets. The most popular regular item at the Posting Poles, however, is the “Wealday
Parchment”—a weekly posting written by elderly councilman Gharen Muricar that summarizes Ravengro’s current politics.
Jominda Fallenbridge: As Ravengro's town alchemist, Jominda keeps a well-stocked supply of pharmacological provisions, both herbal and alchemical.
Once the coffin is in place, Grimburrow speaks a few solum words, keeping things brief, before letting Kendra speak, followed by anyone else who would like to say a few words.
Kendra fights back tears and briefly recounts a few of her father’s more courageous or self less moments, thanking everyone once again for coming. She then invites anyone else to share a few stories or
remembrances...
Twistle
Rava
Kjartan
Lodwinn
Savola
Zaroff
Falconer
After Kendra relates her tales of her father, Falconer steps forward and also recounts a few stories from his childhood.
Zaroff has nothing to say.
With a nod of respect to Father Grimburrow, I offer a simple sailors burial prayer.
While Falconer is speaking of his childhood in Ravengro the two of you notice a humanoid figure shufling about in the distance, about a hundred or so feet from the grave site. There's some tree/bush cover, and the sky is quite overcast, so lighting isn't great.
Twistle
Rava
Kjartan
Lodwinn
Savola
Zaroff
Falconer
Kjartan Knowledge (religion)
Lodwinn, feel free to post a responce for the first spoiler.
Huh, some high rolls...
Zaroff takes out his pistol and proceeds to load it without a word.
As Falconer notices the shapes he faces outwards from the group, dropping into a fighters stance.
"We are not alone here. And unless I'm mistaken they are not friendly. Can anyone tell what they are?"
As he speaks he tries to see what the creatures are. Perception
Flask of Holy Water in one hand, trident/holy symbol in the other, watching the creatures movement.
"I can't be sure what they are yet Icebane, they're still too far outside my range. Father Grimburrow, do you know what or who they are?"
The Inquisitrix stands near the head of the grave, next to Father Grimburrow, staring down at the coffin in reflection, rubbing her Holy Symbol with one hand and quietly muttering prayers ond blessings under her breath. Upon hearing the sounds of movement coming from so many directions. Her eyes dart up and about. Her mind recalls the townfolk they had scolded into submission on the way here.
"They wouldn't DARE." She states matter of factly, with flat tone into the gathered crowd as she releases her holy symbol to dangle around her neck before pulling back the cocking mechanism on her repeating crossbow.
Her senses tune to the noises as she tries to identify whether the sounds match those commoners might makes moving through brush while she turns to get a better look.
Since I missed the chance to act when I first saw the figure I will have just watched more closely to see if I could notice anything helpful
I will scan around and try to count the number of figures around while slowly making my way around the outside of the group to put myself between Kendra and where ever seems to have the most creatures coming from.
As I am doing that I will also occasionally look back and check the reactions and demeanor of the city officials to see if they seem anxious, or if they seem genuinely surprised by this.
I only have my morningstar on me, I won't draw it yet, but I'll make sure it is clear of clothing or anything else that might slow me down from retrieving it.
"It would seem the good councilman's observation answers my questions, the next big question is who raised them and why. But that'll have to wait till we've put them back where they belong I suppose."
"Well then, we'd better get started." At this point Falconer picks up a sizable rock and throws it at the nearest creature.
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If they are normal zombies I'll cast magic weapon on my morning star, if they are more dangerous I'll instead cast Shield of Faith.
I'll pull out my morning star and move up about half way between the incoming creatures and the rest of the group and wait for them to advance. Once they get into range I'll move up and attack.
Map Round 1
Falconer will throw as soon as the creatures start to engage Lodwinn. So that would include Falconer delaying his initiative to sync with Lodwinn.
Yeah, initiative...knew I spaced something important...
Rava
Zaroff
Twistle, Vashian, Group D
Savola
Grummburrow
Group E
Group F
Kjartan, Jominda, Group A
Kendra
Falconer (if you're delaying until someone attacks Lodwinn, you'd go when he got attacked, not when he attacked)
Group B
Lodwinn
Pevrin
Group C
Falconer
Kjartan
Lodwinn
Rava
Savola
Twistle
Zaroff
NPCs
Grimmburrow
Kendra
Vashian
Zokra
Pevrin
Jominda
Hostiles
Group A
Group B
Group C
Group D
Group E
Group F
Feel free to post actions out of order, though if you're low on initiative but quick to post, it might be good to post alternate actions, incase your target gets whacked by someone else.
Undead were not among her expectations, but upon seeing that it is not the townfolk distubing them, her anger seethes into mere contempt. The key around her neck glows slightly and she levels her crossbow at the nearest undead she can see.
"You creatures have been found unworthy of this hallowed ground, and the judgment for this trespass is your destruction."
She pulls the trigger and sends the first bolt flying towards its target.
Zaroff marches out towards the nearest creature before taking up a duelist stance with his left hand behind his back, and fires a shot at the nearest target.
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