GM PDXCook's Carrion Crown [CLOSED] (Inactive)

Game Master PDXCook

Rego and Bergen stare at the butcher block formulating a plan to destroy it before it attacks again.

"The fire is started. Are they bringing the butcher block?"Quinn asks Caelynn.

Rego turns to the dwarf, "Maybe tie a rope to it and have a horse drag it out?"

"Aye tha' would work, but why na jus' have one o' us drag it?" Burgen points out.

"Yes I do believe so." Caelynn answered Quinn as she paused. "I'm heading back inside if you don't mind." She said softly.

After waiting a few seconds that to a fearful mind felt like a few minuets, and indeed a few minutes to long Quinn walks with determination out to the butcher block and goes to pick it up. At the last second he stops and asks Burgen "You seem to be magically inclined. Can you move objects without touching them?"

Rego shrugs at Burgen, "I figure we should have our hands free if the spirit tries to attack us once more".

"Alright Lad, you grab it, as so you don't go chucking yer mace about anymore, an I'll keep an eye out fer more spooks." Burgen nods at Rego. He then turns to Quinn,"Iffin' I could do that, don't ya think I'dda done it by now?"

"You'd be surprised what I've seen people forget." says Quinn as he picks up the Butchers block.
Will: 1d20 ⇒ 11
"Why, once I spoke to an elf trough a magic mirror and she started looking for it on her desk as she spoke." he continues to ramble as he walks out side.

Rego shrugs at Burgen, "Well, if he can carry it why not?"

As soon as Quinn picks up the block the image of the rooster appears and begins to run around. The knife flies off the block and lops off its head. The hens are screaming again. Quinn continues towards the door with the block.

DC14 reflex save for Quinn. Fail and you take two point of damages as the knife hits you in the head on its way back into the block.

DC11 will save for Rego and Burgen.

Rego feels the presence once more and tries to resist but cannot...

Will 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 2 = 8

Quinn, always aware of blades around him, tries to dodge the knife when it flys.

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

But when you are as big as him and the object is point-blank you're options are limited.

will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
"QUINN! WATCH OUT FER THA'..." Burgen shouts as he sees the knife flying. As the knife hits Quinn, he sighs, "knife. well, we'll have Caelynn fix ye up in a jiffy. Just toss it out in the dirt, then we can get cookin'." Burgen rubs his plams together in anticipation. He turns to Rego "Ye alright lad?"

Rego Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 72
51–75 Deal 1d8 points of damage + Str modifier to self with item in hand

Role play it Rego

Rego sees the knife streak but right at him!

"No!" he screams and strikes at the knife with his mace right before it embeds itself in his leg.

Burgen sees Rego strike himself!

Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

The Dhampir strikes himself in the leg so hard, the pain causes him to black out and he slumps to the floor of the coop.

Currently at -3 HP. Well, he's not confused anymore!

"Damn!" Burgen rushes over to Rego and quickly attempts to stop the bleeding.
Heal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
"CAELYNN! WE NEED HEALIN'. NOW!" Burgen shouts, as he looks to the front of the coop. As the bleeding slows he checks to make sure no bones are broken.

Quinn takes the butchers-block out by the tool shed and hacks it apart with a maul. Then he takes the peaces and throws them in the fire.

Chop: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 201d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Chop: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Chop: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Chop: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 141d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Chop: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 151d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Chop: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Chop: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 151d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

... and with that the haunt is dead.

Caelynn came running out of the house when she heard her name. When she came upon the scene she gasped. "I-I, can't heal him." She told them as she knelt down. "Not the way I would heal you or me." Caelynn told Burgen. "Hold him, I'm going to stop his bleeding till I can asked for Pharasma to give me the proper power." Caelynn placed her hands upon Rego's wound, whispering a prayer to her goddess doing the only thing she could for him at the moment which was to keep him from bleeding further.

"He won't bleed out now... Burgen will you please help me move him to his bed? That way we can ensure he'd comfortable and I can look after him." Caelynn asked.

Stabilize! Which yes I check, does still work the same on him as it would on us.

Ivy's ears perk up at the sound of yelling, waking her from her alcoholic slumber.
"What is all the racket about...."

"Even ghost chickens can drive us mad. I fear when we will have to see what a crazy murderer can do in that state." Quinn worry's as much to himself as Ingrid.

Ingrid pokes her head out the open window overlooking the chicken coop and drowsy sees some of the group near the coop.
"What the heck is going on" she drunkenly adds.

and also thinks
Darn it Leona, How much did we drink at the bar.
I hope I didn't gain any weight from it...

"Nothing to be discus out here. I'll tell you over lunch. Its about that time."Quinn reply's to Ingrid. he then calls to Caelynn"Is he going to be OK?"

Ivy replies
"I hope lunch has something for a hangover..."

Rego remains immobilized, his breathing shallow but stable.

Rego is healed and the rest of the day goes by uneventful

Carrion Crown recap

You all arrived in town and went to the funeral. There you found that some of the people in town did not think highly of the professor and thought that he was into necromancy and was the source of several strange things that had happened around town.

The reading of the will and the clues that you found have made you believe that the professor was murdered by a group called the Whispering Way. It seems that the professor was trying to find out what they were doing at the old prison but got caught and killed.
The will stipulated that you had to wait in town for a month before you can deliver a package of books the Embreth Daramid at the Lepidstadt University. You have gone through the professor’s journal and personal belongings looking for clues about what the happened to him.
You have been looking into the prison and its violent past. You have come to realize that the haunting events in town may have some bearing on the haunted history of the prison.

After some research through the church archives, city records, and local history you have found name of four prisoners with violent past.

Father Charlatan (Sefick Corvin) was a con artist who used faith as a mask to bilk the faithful out of money. His scheme was exposed and while trying to make his escape killed several city guards.

The Lopper (Vance Saetressle) stalked his victims for days before finding the right moment to strike. He would emerge when they were alone and savagely behead them.

The Mosswater Marauder (Ispin Onyxcudgel) killed his wife in a fit of jealous rage when he found out that she was seeing another man. He smashed her skull with a hammer. Wracked with shame and guilt he became convinced that if he could rebuild her skull he could bring her back from the dead. The problem was that one of the pieces was missing. He went on to kill 20 people by bashing their heads in to see if he could find a piece that would fit.

The Piper of Illmarsh (real name unknown) would taunt his victims with a mournful dirge on his flute. He would eventually find a way to poison their food with lich dust. He would then take his paralyzed victim and allow his pet stirges to drink their blood.

While doing all of the research you also found a cache of supplies that was hidden in the graveyard by the church of Pharasma. The current clergy don’t seem to know anything about it. You found evidence that the professor had visited the location and had taken some of the supplies to the prison.

You have also been investigating the vandalized memorial. The letters that have appeared seem to be spelling out the name of the warden’s wife, VESORIANNA. So far three letters have appeared on the memorial. The fourth letter appeared on the door of the sheriff’s office.

As Rego recovers at the Professor's Home he sits up and shakes his head.

"Thank you my friends. The spirit once more took hold, this time of me but I do not remember what happened thereafter. I take it that I am alive that you successfully destroyed the block?"

"Aye Lad, that it is. Just gave yerself a nasty bump on the leg, so walkin' on it might feel abit tender." Burgen says.

"so how shall we deal with this split focus in this vandalism case?"Quinn asks the group over dinner.

"So how shall we deal with this split focus in this vandalism case?"Quinn asks the group over dinner.

"Our target is elusive to be sure and perceptive. Perhaps we need to situate ourselves on higher ground? In trees near the memorial and on top of a building near the Sheriff's office with a rope for ease of egress. Perhaps off of the ground we will not so easily be spotted.

This way, splitting our forces will lead to less chance of one of us being injured or slain. We can not take care of the Will of the Professor or protect Kendra if we are not alive to do so".

Ivy holds her head some during the meal as if dealing with a bit of a hangover.

"I still feel like we are missing something.
The vandalism does not match any of Harrowstone's most infamous prisoners, and I feel that it is connected.
So I feel like we are missing a prisoner we should know about.."

I hope the Honey Water is helping you through your cold Shadow.

The next day the sheriff summons you to his office.

"I have some information that might be useful. I have been doing some research into the prisoners at Harrowstone. I have found that there was a guy named Hean Feramin. He was obsessed with names and the power they can hold over a person. The story goes that studied personal names and their origins someplace in Calipas. He had a run in with a succubus and she twisted his mind and made him go mad. He started out spelling his victims name one letter at a time with a couple of days between each letter. Sound familiar?. After he spelled out her name he would arrange some kind of gruesome end for her. This lead to him getting the nickname The Spatterman."

"This may be all some kind of sick joke on someones part but I would like you to go out to Harrowstone and make sure that nothing is going on out there."

Quinn replies "I would be happy to take a look up there for you, and I'm sure my companions feel the same. You learn anything else in you investigation by chance?"

"I hope you are feeling better Rego, please let me know if any pain lingers for too long." Caelynn said, a hint of guilt in her voice. Caelynn however did check in upon the young man from time to time.

When they arrived at the sheriff's office the warpriest was quiet for a time before she gave a nod of thanks to him. "If you did learn more we'd like to hear it, though either way I do believe it is time we head to the burnt out prison."

Hearing about the splat man
"I was right, there was a connection..."

You all return to the Lorrimor house to begin your preparations to head out to Harrowstone.

When you arrive you find Kendra having tea with a man. They both stand and Kendra introduces Mathias Trellar.

"He is another one of my father's acquaintances. I had sent him a letter but he was delayed and could not get here in time for the funeral."

Tell us why you were late Mathias.

"Thank you Kendra. Mathais then turns to address the party

"Sorry I couldn't attend the service, My caravan was in Caliphas when i got the news, and the road was slow going."

He pauses to glance around at each person for a brief moment.

"I'm here to lend you my expertise, if you'll have me"

"Well met, I am Caelynn." The half-elven woman said as she stepped foreword to greet their newcomer. "Might I ask your name sir?" She asked.

Anything else before you head off to the prison in the morning?

"Ah, sorry where are my manners. My names Mathias Trellar."

he smiles warmly then bows.

"i'll make some more tea, so we can get acquainted. I'm sure there is plenty to discuss"

sorry about the late post, things have been a little busy. also i'll post my characters appearance and background tomorrow spent a good hour doing it tonight then forgot to save it.

"The names Burgen Brandstone, journeymen blacksmith. How did ye meet the Professor, iffin' you donna mind me askin'?" Burgen asks.

"Rego Darksome, well met".

Rego stands 5’8” tall and weighs approximately 175 lbs., he wears a full faced helmet and gloves to go with his Breastplate armor, around his neck is a holy symbol of Sivanah.

I am good to go to the Prison, Kendra vouching for Mathias is good enough for Rego.

After tea is set Quinn introduces himself. "Thank you for the tea. My name is Quinn Dealnegru. Has Kendra told you anything of what is going on around town?" though he speaks in calm polite tone it is clear you're heritage, and the reputation that comes with has set him on guard.

"Not at all, though it's nothing exciting i must confess."

Mathias takes a quick sip of tea, then continues.

"My caravan passed through Ravengro 'bout four years back, the professor had stopped by for a harrow reading. He mentioned needing someone who was good with his sword and good around traps. I volunteered, and accompanied him on a few of his expeditions."

After addressing Burgens question, Mathias turns to Quinn.

"A Little here and there, i must confess i only arrived but a few hours ago"

Over tea Quinn catches Mathias up on all he knows of the investigation. He then asks Mathias "Do you have any way to fight the undead?"

Mathias shakes his head

"All I have is a short sword, nothing that can grant an advantage you don't already have."

"Then if you will excuse me I'm going to grab you one of my Haunt Siphons."

Quinn goes and retrieves the vile from his bag and hands it to Mathias.

"It is my understanding that opening this will subdue ghosts that are haunting objects. This will give you at least a modicum of protection against any ethereal foes."

Turning to the rest of the group he asks"So is there anything else we need to do, or are we ready to get going?"

"I am ready".