Rameth nods at the generosity of these two, and at their wealth. He gets the details of the location and agrees to come visit, he seems to like these two, despite himself.
Dwalindor's jaw drops at the mention of the size of the donation.
"How much? Wow, that is very generous of you. I will be sure to visit the next time I am up river. Heck, it almost makes me want to consider starting my own chapel to Gorum myself.
As you trundle through the streets towards the Grand Mausoleum you see a nice clear sky.
You hear a unseasonable boom of thunder ahead. Make a DC 14 Will save.
Pretty nice day for a city mobbed by the unquiet dead.
The sound is not real. You should investigate! Make a knowledge (arcana) DC 20 check.
You realize that the sound is from a ghost sound cantrip.
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Rameth looks about for the thunder cloud
Albus whistles happily as he walks away with both hands in his pockets.
"That wasn't a real thunderclap. We should probably go see what it is."
"I'd put money down that this is going to involve some more shamblies."
Calin pulls out his bow and positions himself better in Tobbs' saddle to make sure he can clearly shoot.
Calin has trouble remembering which direction the sound came from.
Tobbs, where do you think it came from? I'm thinking it came from that way.
Tobbs takes off in the direction that Calin indicated, confirming his suspicions.
No idea. I think they had too much spirits yesterday... Albus whispers to the dwarf.
As you move down the street you see a group of angry locals surrounding a half-elven woman who's clearly been crying.
Although you don't know why, you see that the half-elf is leading a zombie that's she's tied up securely with a rope. The crowd has been pelting the woman and zombie with rotten food, and the mood looks ugly.
This should be fun. Raising a hand Albus speaks to the crownd. Hey there. So...what is going on? He says flashing his new badge.
Rameth sighs.
Man we sure know how to find it...
Calin is a bit confused. It's a zombie but it's also a girl crying and an angry mob. What to do.....
The woman can't hear you over the screaming crowd.
Kill her! Kill her and her zombie! She brought this on us!
Death to necromancers!
Get out of Wati you b~*%+!
More fruit and vegetables fly. The crowd appears to believe the woman is the source of the necromantic magicks that have animated dead all over the city.
Now, now... We are the Wati City Guard and by the order of the great Ruby Prince Khemet III, may He live forever, all necromancers must be taken to Pharasma's temple for questioning. And maybe a nice bonfire...
The women is coming with us, but you guys can have the zombie if it makes you happy. There are plenty of those around for everybody...
The crowd roars at Albus in fury. They've too often seen the guilty go unpunished in the city, and have no interest in their fun being spoiled.
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Dwalindor resists his urge to just smash the zombie.
"Albus, this looks one of those delicate social situations Rameth keeps tellin' me I ain't well equipped to handle."
Dwalindor keeps Lucy in hand and tries to interpose himself between her and the mob.
"Get back all of you or Lucy will not be happy!"
he makes the meanest looking face he can muster and hopes he does not look like he has a bad case of gas.
Losing his temper the magus threatens to draw his sword.
Now Albus has made an impression on the crowd.
They part from the angry half-elven Magus like water running around a stone.
Even the half-elf in the center is cringing at the display of aggression.
A florid-faced bald man blots sweat from his forehead with a dirty piece of cloth and protests at Albus.
It wasn't us! She did it, she's the one! Look at her, she's even controlling that zombie!
He points at her.
You can see it was her!
The half-elven woman sobs at Albus.
Leave me and my husband alone! The gods have returned his body to me and soon I'll restore his spirit and he'll return to me.
Rameth looks at the creature
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That is a zombie, as ordinary a zombie as you've ever seen.
What the hell is going on. How did you raise him from the dead? And what possessed you to think you could walk around town with him, considering what is going on.
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I didn't raise him from the dead, the gods did! And neither my husband nor I had anything to do with this incident. My husband, he...died recently. I couldn't, couldn't handle it!
She breaks down crying. You're beginning to think she's unstable.
But after three days the gods, they answered my prayers! They brought Bentu back to me!
Who are you, and who was he? Why would the gods bring him back, but not anyone else? Make sure you are honest cause no one is going to let this thing live without good reason.
I'm his wife! Sehhosep Naahn, a teacher at the Hall of the Blessed Re=birth! And why shouldn't the gods return my husband to me? I have served them well! And my husband was a good man, good to me and to others.
This last part is almost a wail.
And why wouldn't my husband be raised from the dead! Khemet's Risen Guard is filled with nothing but people who've risen from the grave to defend our pharaoh!
In all particulars, except that the Risen Guard is filled with actually resurrected men and women, champions of good.
And that's a zombie on a leash, not a risen champion of holy might.
Albus feels really sad for the women. He puts his blade away but can not find any words that would comfort her. He looks at Rameth hoping his friend can make the whole situation less terrible.
Listen woman. I know you are scared and you are confused, but stop being daft. The isn Guard are back to life fully. You just put a beast on a leash. Your husband is gone, lets get you to someone who can help you, keep some of its remaining hair and you can try to get it resurrected for real.
That thing is dangerous.
She inches back from you and you realize the crowd has moved away as a result of Albus's earlier display.
No, I won't go to one of the temples, they cost a fortune! And I only need a few days to reunite his spirit with his body, you don't understand!
She is starting to panic.
Rameth glances at his companions hoping someone can deal with this, without him having to knock her out.
Rameth pulls his flask and takes a hit.
Look Lady. We all know you are hurting, there are thousands of people hurting right now. Everyone has lost someone they care about, hell I just lost my closest friend not more than 3 weeks ago. , but we gotta move on. It took a creepy haunted spell caster to seek me out before I was able to let my friend go. Most of us don't get that kind of message. Your husband is gone, maybe you should try to honor his memory, do something in his name or whatever. I did not know him but I can promise he did not want to end up like this.
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"Listen lady. All my life I was living underground in harsh desert conditions with barely enough to eat and never knowing when the next dust storm or purple worm was going to eat you for lunch. The last thing my folks said to me before they died in a raid with lizard folk...they says 'Dwaly, list up you worthless....' ok forget that part...'listen, if it don't kill ya, it makes you stronger!' "
The wise and crabby sage-dwarf continues...
"So suck it up, get over him and move on with your life woman. You cannot hang onto the past."