"I am sorry about George Wod. What Giraroj did to him is terrible. Let me remove anything that Giraroj may have been carrying. Hopefully he had something that will give us a clue as to what's going on. And we can bury poor George. Properly this time." He says,
"Wod burn George. When Wod die new friends burn Wod."
<Wod looks on while Edwin searches the gnome, still on the floor.>
“Wod, you are a fine (if undisciplined) warrior – stick with us, help us defeat the evil that seems to grip this town!” Castiel speaks fervently.
"Maybe Wod can smash more zombies."
...
She smiles, "So, Wod, what do you say? Would you be my friend? Our friend?"
*grumble*
<Stands up and dusts himself off. Put George back into the sack.>
heh heh...
"We should certainly talk to the Father. Otherwise we are perilously close to tomb-robbing. I am certain that he will see and understand our need. Now, if everyone is safe and well, perhaps we should repair to the Professors house, for a proper breakfast and to plan our next actions?"
huzzah! thankx!
"We should certainly talk to the Father. Otherwise we are perilously close to tomb-robbing. I am certain that he will see and understand our need. Now, if everyone is safe and well, perhaps we should repair to the Professors house, for a proper breakfast and to plan our next actions?"
Nigel straightens his cloak and slicks back his long dark mane of hair with a theatrical sweep of his bony hand. He dismisses Azulzu with a wave.
"I agree, Lady Alinya. In this strange land, we must be the souls of propriety. If we are not, mayhap they will begin to blame us for the untoward events. Including the Father will give us weight with the local peasantry."
Alinya looks at Wod with sympathy in her eyes. "Wod, you are a brave companion. Should you die we will make sure you rest forever. No-one will use you as poor George has been used."
Alinya looks with interest at the strange collection of objects in the scarab-marked case that Edwin has opened. "Hmm, perhaps implements of some ritual..? I must think..."
The bottles look like haunt siphons....you open them, and they do damage to haunts.
The book you had with the scarab you couldn't open; the lock was too difficult.........
and the board is a Ouija board, that actually works without one of the people with their hand on the planchett cheating.
"Burn? Of course Wod. An excellent idea. And I promise that if you die, we shall burn your body as well. It is the honorable thing to do."
He grins. "And I think you have an excellent career as a zombie -smasher Wod. And it looks like business might be good." He adds, glancing at the armored zombies on the ground.
"Haunt siphons? And a Ouija board?!" Edwin exclaims in surprise. "We'll keep these safe for now I think. VERY safe." He carefully closes and latches the case, and tucks it under his arm.
"I agree that we should include the good father in what has happened here tonight. Although, perhaps we should see how he feels about things before we go telling him about the undead-fighting-kit we discovered. It will do no one any good if he merely wants to take it and lock it up for safekeeping."
"So, in your dreams, you two were BOTH locked in Harrowstone? And were able to communicate? A very unusual dream that, I think. I would be interested to find out if the good Father has heard of any similar dreams from anyone in town."
There's some little five by five alcoves on the walls.....a cursory examination shows that there is, indeed a burrowhole in the floor of one of these, on the left. It's roughly circular, maybe 2 feet across; Wod would have trouble in there.....but a gnome presumably wouldn't. Looks like it goes straight down.
"Maybe we could pour a few gallons of alchemist's fire down there, then see what happens?" Myron gets a weird glint in his eyes. "We'll smoke 'em out - um, or, rather, burn them out; the undead don't breathe, after all."
heh heh heh...
"Let's head to the Pharasmin church now," says Castiel.
What're you guys taking? And.....are you gonna frag the hole?...
"It might be a little early to wake Father Grimburrow if we want him to hear us out, don't you think?"
Rholf purses his lips and considers, "Indeed. We may have made a good first impression with the good man, but we do not wish to waste it by barging in before breakfast. Speaking of which, perhaps we can repair to the Professor's and regain our strength before what promises to be a long day. What say you?"
"I agree. Let's break our fast before we all faint from hunger. Then we talk to the Father. We should not leave these items here now that the doors are unlocked."
Alinya also intends to check her notebook for the list of activities, once everyone is back at the big house.
You pass by the destroyed zomb's as you head back......
and as you get to where the road spills into town, up ahead, you see........
a torch and pitchfork wielding mob of villagers......
DUMP DUMP DUMMM!!!
You can't make anybody out really at first sighting range. It's a good 75 yards; they haven't espied you yet. You hear, though, much gesticulating and shouting, and they sound generally pissed.
“Iomedae grant me patience,” mutters Castiel. “Who feels up to talking down a rabid mob?”
I got three kids. I'll do it.
Oh wait; I'm the dungeonmaster. ;)
I got three kids. I'll do it.
Oh wait; I'm the dungeonmaster. ;)
......gettin in character.....I'm an angry mob....angry mob.......
heh heh.....
you do see one burly gnarly guy with a cauliflower ear and a pitchfork daisychained in barbed wire seems to know enough of the now defunct "use rope" skill to craft a hangman's noose......
<Wod pulls the hood of his sack cloth coat over his head to conceal his face.>
Searching the four warriors.....
4 suits of plate armor
4 masterwork great swords
Giraroj
+1 ring of protection
wand of magic missile...1st level.....25 charges
you find some cool stuff in the alter......
12 silver arrows
4 sun rods
6 flasks of holy water
10 +1 arrows
5 potions of cure light wounds
five +1 ghost touch arrows
two +1 undead bane arrows
two potions of lesser restoration
a scroll of detect undead
two scrolls of hide from undead
1 scroll of protection from evil
and a thin darkwood case, decorated with an image of a scarab with a single eye glaring from its back, the same thing as was on the Manual of the Palatine Eye.
The case itsself is worth 50 g.p.The case is closed; doesn't appear to be locked......
for future reference;
In the box are four iron and glass vials containing churning clouds of vapor.
There is also a thin wooden board with all the letters of the alphabet, numerals 1 through zero, and "Yes" at the top left, and "No" at the top right, and a brass planchette, teardrop shaped, about 4 inches long, with a 1 inch circle through it near the point of the teardrop.
for future reference; haunt siphons/ouija board
Taking a staycation for a week. Huzzah!!!
Edwin rolls his eyes at the sight of the mob.
"FEEL like dealing with them? No. Unfortunately, I suffer from an over-developed sense of responsibility. If we don't disperse them, they're likely to hurt somebody. Probably themselves, if they way they're wielding their impromptu weapons is any indication." He moans.
"Fortunately, mob mentality is, usually, easily broken. Stop the imminent mayhem, give them a moment to think, and the excitement wears off. Usually." He shrugs.
"Ah well, nothing ventured, nothing gained!" He adds brightly, stepping forward and assuming a stalwart but nonthreatening pose in the middle of the road.
:)
Right on; waiting to see what others want to do....
Larissa's Diplomacy
Rholf's Diplomacy
"Maybe we can evade the crowd? You know, sneak off before they see us?"
Nigel hauls his lanky frame up straight.
"Confidence, my friends! Confidence! Mobs like this feed on fear! We must show we are fearless in the face of their anger!"
Nigel strides towards the mob, head high
Diplomacy:
Anybody else?.....
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
“Sneak off?” Castiel says it like it’s a bad smell. “We’ve done nothing wrong.” He turns to Edwin. “I will stand beside you and offer what wisdom I can to your effort.”
right on....
"Is it wrong that I just want to strangle the lot of them?" Alinya asks in a low voice.
<Wod hears Alinya...>
"Wod think better to chop them with axe."
“Belay that talk,” orders Castiel. “We’ll try the peaceful approach initially.”
"Is it wrong that I just want to strangle the lot of them?" Alinya asks in a low voice.
"Not at all." Edwin murmurs back, hiding a smile.
"Bad form though." He adds belatedly under Castiel's stern gaze.
He clears his throat, and calls out to the crowd, JUST before they spot the little gang of zombie-fighters. (Hopefully surprising them and taking some the wind out of their sails).
"Hello! How grand! We had the same idea! It IS a lovely night for a stroll, isn't it?"
{ooc] I don't know if the others want to add to that one, or save it for later?[/ooc]
Larissa and Rholf both keep their expressions friendly and open as the crowd sees them, saying hello or waving to any that they might have met previously.
1d20-2
<Wod hears Alinya...>
"Wod think better to chop them with axe."
Don't see anything, other than the obvious riot. There's 25 of them. Wod has the chimpanzee fastcount ability.
"Is it wrong that I just want to strangle the lot of them?" Alinya asks in a low voice."Not at all." Edwin murmurs back, hiding a smile.
"Bad form though." He adds belatedly under Castiel's stern gaze.
He clears his throat, and calls out to the crowd, JUST before they spot the little gang of zombie-fighters. (Hopefully surprising them and taking some the wind out of their sails).
"Hello! How grand! We had the same idea! It IS a lovely night for a stroll, isn't it?"
1d20+8
{ooc] I don't know if the others want to add to that one, or save it for later?[/ooc]
I guess Castiel got an 18; you can all "follow his lead" and you've got a 24 so far.....
A surly, middleaged man, mayhap a teamster, or some other form of hard physical laborer, takes the lead;
"Oh, yes. Great night for a stroll. So good, my dead uncle decided to wake up and pay me a visit...."
he shakes a morningstar.
"I find it interesting that.....you guys show up this afternoon, and immediately all manner of deviltry is underway,...."
Diplomacy
"YEAH! YEAH!"
"They tikk ur jurbs!!"
"NIEKROW...."
"mauncers...."
"one and all..."
A kyphotic old crone with a walkingstick seems to be evil-eyeing Wod pretty hard. She ambles up to the front.....one eye winked shut, the other eye boring into his soul behind the sackcloth.
"You should hide your face in shame, you son of a deviant. You orc blooded wretch! HE'S THE ONE THAT HACKED MY GRANDSON NEARLY IN TWAIN!!!"
Looks like,....with the leader's roll,....you're not out of the frying pan yet, but.....you're definitely not in the fire either.
Crone's roll:
The crone is a sympathetic figure to the impromptu jury that is the crowd........
they seem to get surlier; half orcs running around wild....
THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!
Anybody want to.....blab some more, or hide in the woods, or attack them/strangle them, let me know....
the crowd is kinda milling, grumbling now; nobody's chanting yet; that's always a good sign.
Just....listening to the rabblerousers.....
“The cause of this trouble? Hardly,” speaks Castiel loudly and firmly. “I am a paladin of Iomedae, it is my sworn duty to force the undead into eternal rest. My companions here number those dedicated to the goddesses Sarenrae and Pharasma, dedicated to similar causes. We are not the cause of the foul magic at work here, but it is fortunate for you that we are here, for we have destroyed many zombies and other evil creatures of the dark this night.”
“As for the half-orc, he is under our protection, little though he needs it. He attacked your grandson goodmother? Truly? The boy is grievously hurt then? Are you certain that it was Wod who attacked him, and not one of the restless dead? For Wod is a warrior, he does not fight children, and when he does fight, his opponents die – is your grandson dead then goodmother? Or was he taken by our companion to a priest for healing?”
“We are on our way to see Father Grimburrow, so that the clergy of Pharasma might be aware of this travesty and so to it as is their duty. Events are well in hand – you would all be better and safer to return to your homes until morning – let the professionals handle this.”
"My grandson was in the group of heroes who went against you, to keep that foul Niekrowmauncer from going in the dirt at our good cemetary, thou wolf-in-sheep's-clothing. I've lived long, and you can't fool me, you false paladin. Your ragamoffyn friends betray your true mien."
diplomacy
The crowd starts blathering now.
"Aye....we'll bring you to Father Grimburrow....for last words and blessings ere we string the lot o' ye up the tree!"
some random guy with a scythe hollers out.
"YARR!"
"AYE!"
"THI TIKKER JERRBS!!!"
“Ah, so your grandson was one of the miscreants who sought to disrupt the sacred funeral of a good man? Then he got little worse than he deserved I am sorry to say madam. Heroes those men were not, they were fools playing at swords – how dare they disturb the sanctity of the boneyard and act against your own priest of Pharasma’s wishes?”