DM Mathpro's Carrion Crown-Group 2 (Inactive)

Game Master mathpro18

Tamara's eyes sparkle as Barek speaks. She can't help but be enraptured by his voice. "A pathfinder eh? That's interesting. Traveling around the world to explore, discover new thins and resolve issues is a worthy pursuit. I wish I could amount to something as well. Offering my healing services keep people alive and well, but it doesn't actually help resolve problems or remove evil. What you do is admirable."

Tamara gets shocked and it's clearly visible on her face when she hears what the kids sing. "Speaking of evil... That's a horrible song. I wonder where they got it from. They must have gotten inspiration from somewhere, or worse... Evil spirits."

Those curious about the origins of the chant can make a Knowledge Local or Knowledge History check.

Sim raises an eyebrow after Tamara's comment about Barek being a pathfinder.

Should I tell her that since he did not completed his Confirmation, he isn't a full Pathfinder nor travelled around the world? No... I'll never put anything between a friend and an obviously interested girl! Sim smiles and decides to send Barek a message, to help him since he looks lost.

Bluff (Convey Secret Message) (DC 15): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

At Tamara's comment about evil spirits, Sim spits on the ground and then passes his hands quickly along his coat, like if cleaning imaginary dust of it.

"Indeed... what an odd song..."

Is there a meaning behind it?

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Sim will try to memorize it. Do you need any check? Making an Int check just in case...

Intelligence: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Sim you are not able to pin any of the facts to anything in your memory but you are able to commit the song to memory easily enough. Just be sure not to start singing it around the others lest they find you very disturbed and strange lol.

Knowledge History: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Knowledge(religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 Will this work?

They must have gotten inspiration from somewhere, or worse... Evil spirits.

Exactly my thinking! But it's true, the little ones usually don't know what they are doing. Neverthless, I once let the 12 year old daughter of a witch we caught go free, thinking she was innocent, but we found her sacrificing her little brother in the woods a few months later in a dark ritual.

*shrug*

My mistake.

I'll allow it. Those of you who want to make knowledge religion checks may do so as well

Gwen relays the story.

...You see, the bastard was the worst kind of evil: playing on peoples faith, hope and fears. In the end they put him in the Old Prison outside town. Though why the girls' song is so gruesome is beyond me.

Barek catches Sim's message and red rushes to his face, making his ruddy complexion darker. Surely he's mistaken?

Nonetheless he glances at Tamara tugging on his cuffs and entirely misses what is being spoken about. It is only when a new person enters his field of vision that he is brought back to the present.

Waiting for the man to finish Barek replies to him Good...er,well not good, day to you sir. My name is Barek and I will be helping carry the casket. Who might you be?

At Barek's question Kendra's face reddens with embarassment. "Oh right...introductions are in order...sorry slipped my mind. This is Councilman Vashian Hearthmont" she says gesturing to the rather fat man she was just talking to. "This is councilman Gharen Muricar" she says gesturing to another man who bows deeply at the introduction. His long black hair falls around his face as he bows. "I'm sure some of you are familiar with Zokar Elkarid, tavern keeper. And this is his 13 year old son Pervin."[b] She gestures to a middle aged man with faint beer belly, though compared to Hearthmont, hes the picture of health, and a lanky pimple faced teen. [b]"and last but certainly not least this is Jominda Fallenbridge who's elixirs are the only reason I've gotten any sleep the last few days...Jominda I'll be by sometime after the festivities and the reading of the will to pick up my next elixir...make it extra strong today has been a trying day and I don't think sleep will come easy." She then waves a hand at all of you "These are some of fathers dearest friends and he requested there presents here personally."

At that last part Councilman Hearthmont glowers a little. You all get the feeling he doesn't like "others" in HIS town.

*curtsie* Gwen McBride, at your service, councilors

Sam will bow to the councilman but it will be a shallow bow. Sam has learned through out the years that people in positions of athoraty are rarely worth the respect their position command's... Also he looked at them funny... Sam didn't like this man.

Hello, I'm Sam calinean. This is my brother sim.

Barek offers his own bow of respect, though his eyebrow quirks when he hears of Jominda's profession. Perhaps she has heard of something that would help with my curse.

It is nice to meet you all. As with the others I wish it were under better circumstances. He looks at Jominda before continuing Ms, Fallenbridge was it? Perhaps I could take a few moments of your time after the service? I have a question that I'm hoping you will be able to help me with.

Yes, Ms Fallenbridge. You see, he has a rash. On his @#$%!

Sim nods to each one of the men.

"It is a pleasure to meet you all gentlemen, even in dire circumstances... you also have a lovely town so I must congratulate you all, councilmen, really good job." Sim gives them his famous smile.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Yes, Ms Fallenbridge. You see, he has a rash. On his @#$%!

slow clap

um... Barek would you like to maybe introduce your self before talking buissnes?

tag Barek

Yeah, that as lame. Sorry.

"Barek did introduce himself Sam, in fact he was the very first one to do so. I'm Tamara Hart, a traveling healer. I wish I could have been with professor Lorrimor to heal him yet again. Alas we can't always be at the right place at the right time. But I'm here now, and so we mourn. It's good to see so many gathered here to watch over his passing. He was a great man." With a soft voice Tamara correct Sam before she introduces herself. It's with tears in her eyes she speaks about the late professor.

diplomacy to improve relations: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

oops! Sorry Barek. I didn't see your first post there.

Salright Sam. And Gwen you're fine. Just makes it feel like we're sitting at a table, which isn't a bad thing.

Barek gives Sam an awkward grin Aye. I'll let you know that I occasionally put my foot in my mouth. If you and our other compatriots would be kind enough to extract it once it gets there I would be very grateful. Wis 7 FTW baby!

Saying such he turns to Tamara,his heart lurching as he sees her tears. Thank you for speaking up for me. Barek gently wipes any tears that may have escaped with one gloved thumb.

Pervin snorts as Tamara expresses her wish she was there to heal him. "Nah lass healing wouldn't ha..." he's cut off by a very swift elbow to his ribs from his father. "Don't mind him...he doesn't think before he speaks miss.

Kendra steps up and with a very said look in her eyes lowers the vail over her face. [b]"Excuse me everyone but its time...for father to take his final voyage. Will all those assisting him in this voyage take your spots, Sam and Sim please take the first two spots."

Sam, Sim, Gwen and Barek take up posts carrying the body and Tamara you are not needed as Pervin and Jokar take up the final to spots. The body sags and rolls as you all lift and it takes you a moment to figure out the height differences and where the taller folk need to hold the casket so that Sim and Sam have it at shoulder length but you eventually find the right position.

Gwen feels a tear come to her eye. Poor professor Lorrimor.

Barek rubs some dirt on his gloves before taking a firm grasp on the casket.

Sam will do his best to keep the casket at a comfortable level for the tallfolk.

Tamara feels comforted when Barek strokes away her tears and a slight smile. So kind... She is disturbed by the boy's words and tries to figure out what the son and father meant. Were they involved in Lorrimor's passing somehow? She doesn't comment on it as she wants to figure out what's going on first though.

As the others carry the casket Tamara takes position next to Kendra and holds her hand. "Let me comfort you what little I can."

sense motive son: 1d20 ⇒ 17
sense motive father: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Uuuugh wrong alias

OK... That was suspicious
Sam thinks to himself as the two people in front of him interact.

sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Tamara and Sam you sense nothing unusual from the man or the boy after their strange interaction. They take up the rear positions on the coffin and you start the slow march towards the Professors resting grounds. Kendra leans into Tamara a little and tries her best not to cry as you all walk along the Dreamwake(a gravel pathway that winds through the cemetary).

As the Procession reaches the halfway point along the Dreamwake you round a corner onto a path called the Eversleep. After another moment you see that the path has become blocked by a group of a dozen surly looking locals. The tallest of these men is an elderly but wiry retired soldier. He speaks out as soon as the group is noticed. "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!”"

Kendra pulls away from Tamara quickly and marches up to the elderly man, barely restraining herself. "What are you talking about?" she shouts and then continues "I arranged it with Father Grimburrow. He’s waiting for us! The grave’s already been..."

The Elderly man interrupts her "You don’t get it, woman. We won’t have a necromancer buried in the same place as our kin. I suggest you move out while you still can. Folks are pretty upset about this right now."

You guys all have a chance to respond to these allegations if you wish. Roll me either diplomacy or intimidate checks with what you say. If you wish to skip the talking you may do so as well but if you are carrying the professor you are considered to have both your hands full and it is highly recommended you put the coffin down gently before dealing with this lot physically if it comes to that.

Map updated for everyone. There are about a dozen men but as we're not in combat I didn't find it relevent to put all dozen on there. The woman is Kendra and the old geezer is the soldier.

Sam looks at the old soldier with a shocked expression. Is this how these people treat there own? As far as I am aware this man had done no wrong to you, the fact you all would do this to a woman in grief disgusts me. I know little of magic, but I do know this... A girl is grieving over the biggest loss of her life... And you would stop her from burying her father...

diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Sam motions to the rest to set the coffin down.

If they do, he says.
If this isn't enough to move you... Then I will do it myself...

He will then point at the crowd. Specifically at the old soldier.

Sam you used the wrong alias again

Sam you used the wrong alias again

They are right next to each other! I'm sorry!

"Wow wow... calm down, Sam... wait for me!"

As the coffin is set down, Sim follows Sam and stands beside Kendra and in front of Tamara.

"There is no need for violence, mister... look at her, do you really wish to forbid this woman to bury her father?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17 If Sim's diplomacy is not the highest one, with the Helpful trait, Aid Another gives a +4 bonus.

You better be calm mister, or your head will ring like a bell in no time...

Professor Lorrimor? A Necromancer? I don't think so. Show your evidence at once, good Sir, or else remove yourself if you please. She sets the coffin down with Sam, and casually places her gloved hand upon the hilt of her Greatsword. Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Once Tamara understand what the people wants she whispers a brief prayer of guidance. "Desna guide my words to resolve this situation." Tamara has a more gentle approach to the situation than the others. She doesn't get angry like Kendra. "Please, professor Lorrimor was a good man. He deserves a proper burial. We had many great discussions about the finer points of religion. I find it hard to believe that such a man was a necromancer. Surely you must be mistaken."

Take 10 on diplomacy with guidance for 20(if it's not the highest, even a roll of 1 would succed on aid)

Barek slowly puts down the casket with the others and keeps his hands in the open for all to see. Deciding to play off his heritage a little he speaks Surely you have some proof for your allegations? You all appear to be reasonable folk and I know you would never act like my own people basing action on rumors and hearsay. So I ask that any who can provide solid evidence of necromancy come forward that it may be verified and your concerns eased , else let us be on our way.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

The old man turns red faced with anger "Bah what do you outsiders know, you weren't here watching him do god knows what in his study all hours of the night. And then there are the dark books he ordered...no you don't get literature like that with out being up to something..." he turns to give his men orders to stand their ground but most of them had dispersed at Gwendolyn's flashing of her blade and at Barek's words. Realizing he's outnumbered now he scoffs and storms off "This aint over...mark my words you lot are trouble and I will see all of you run out of town by the end of a spear...aligning with a master of the dark arts...bah what is this world coming to"

Kendra trembles with barely controlled rage for a moment before taking a deep steading breath. A large lump forms in her throat as she turns to the rest of you "Shall we continue? The father awaits...no need to worry him." She then walks over to Gwendolyn and Barek and pulls them into a very tight hug. "Thank you" she whispers, her lips brushing against Gwendolyn's ear.

Sam adjusts his shirt and makes sure his sword is loose enough to draw at a moments notice.

Damndable cretin... I'm very sorry lady kendra... People such as they are seldome very understanding.

Daaaaaang... Kellids got some diplomacy skills...

her lips brushing against Gwendolyn's ear.

*SHIVER* Why...I...er...you are welcome, Lady Lorrimor.

Daaaaaang... Kellids got some diplomacy skills...

ha, yes, we should be able to talk our way through this entire AP!

Barek gives a nervous laugh and moves by the the casket once more. Truth be told logical arguments do not normally work with people that hot headed.

He grins briefly at Kendra I only do what I can.

Actually Tamara has just as impressive skills. I made the risky decision of actually rolling

HA-HA-HA! BAREK THE MAN WITH THE WIT AND GUIL TO SURPASS A HALFLING! Thats something bards sing about friend!
Let's out the... Poorly timed joke. He couldn't help it. Twa's his nature.

Can't really talk our way past undeads. Rolling isn't risky when we both do it. I rolled 20 the last time. Let's just all roll in the future, more exciting that way.

Tamara is impressed by the way Barek handled the situation and goes over to him. She strokes his arm as she looks up to him admiringly. The contact sends tingles out from her sensitive skin and she shivers slightly. "That was very well handled. You don't have much of a foot in your mouth. Just wonderful words."

By his brother side, Sim sends his elbow to Sam's ribs.

"Indeed, miss Lorrimor, indeed... the father..."

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 To spot the lip-ear thing... I think I got it!

...wow... Come on! Gwen is in MY dream! She is mine, horny Lady!... wait, perhaps Gwen is on 'girls team'... better to check it out before overcommitting...

Sim moves into position to send Gwen a secret message.

Bluff (Convey Secret Message) (DC 15): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 14

I'll bite

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (12) - 2 = 10

Yep figured I'd be a bit too oblivious for that.

Not putting foot in mouth around a beautiful woman: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

Barek smiles winningly at Tamara, enjoying even the slight contact through his sleeve. Words are not the only thing I'd like in my mouth

Yes! I could feel the die betray me for the description! Apologies for the making out reference.

Barek... Just... Go... Just go. You win the internet... *curls up in a ball and dies from the inability to cope with the sheer amount of internal laughter*

OMG you guys are funny! Gah!

"Perhaps she is a 'ears-person'..."

Gwendolyn blushes, her cheeks turning hot pink. Shuh. she commands, steeling herself, and she places the tip of her gloved index finger on Sim's lips. Now's not the time for such things, Master Sim.

Sim bows slightly.

So... there is hope! I could keep this going but this is but a small skirmish... we have yet numerous battles ahead of us and I should better act cautiously... after all this is not my first battle, even if it'll probably be my greatest victory... or not.

"I'm deeply sorry, miss McBride. This is indeed not the moment for such talk. We should resume our task of carrying the professor's coffin to his final resting place."

Since Sim and Gwen were initially the coffin in the same side, Sim motioned Gwem to take the lead, returning to their task. When she passes him, he whispers.

"But miss Lorrimor was right... you have lovely ears miss McBride." Sim smiles.

Barek's comment surprises Tamara greatly. What does he mean? Oh... She turns beet red and sputters. "What... What do you..." She stops herself before finishing her sentence though. Does he mean me? He is looking at me intently... I wonder how it would feel. Tamara is quite innocent in certain aspects of the world, while she has faced death and destruction, she doesn't have a whole lot of experience with the other sex. His words makes her curious how it would feel and even a tiny bit aroused.

She looks away and mutters. "Let's move on. This situation is hard enough without you pushing it further."

Barek, completely oblivious to both what he said and Tamara's reaction to it grins again before taking up his positon around the casket.

She looks very pretty while blushing. I wonder if she noticed her innuendo?