Dillan looks at the gates, seeing they are open he stealthfully slips past them...
Tre'duinne lets his mount slow at Pevrin's home, aware that something is happening in town.
Tre quickly spurs his mount and returns with haste to his friends, to tell them what is happening in town and get them to return. He returns to the main gates to follow his friends....
Feeling the chill run down his spine and terror of this place Dillan quickly jumps into the shadows and leaves the courtyard...
Once outside he'll step from the shadows, a smile creases his face as Tre' rides up to them, "This place is wrong." He wraps his arms around himself trying to warm himself from the unseen chill. "We're gonna need a priest."
Tre grabs Dillan, Where are the others, I think we need to get back to the town. There's trouble brewing, we should see for ourselves and protect Kendra if needs be. Call the others we should go at once. Tre' describes the Harrowstone monument and its desecration.
Scary prison or mob...scary or mob...wait, prison or mob? Dillan looks at his companions, "Perhaps we should return to town and see what the commotion is about?"
TRe is up for looking at the vandalised monument...hoping that they won't have to deal with the mob.
Dillan looks at the imposing statue, lets out a low whistle, then looks at the blood. "Perhaps its animal blood?" Honestly I really don't want to know. Dillan continues to look about the area, looking for anything out of place besides the blood...
Whew, at least it's rat blood. Dillan looks back at his companions, "It's rat blood and here's the donor for the art work." What's wrong with these people.
Dillan will conduct a thorough search of the statue, perhaps there is something hidden there or perhaps not...
Standing Dillan looks back, "Well there's blood and more blood." He sighs,"So I guess it's time to deal with the mob?"
It's not just the blood, why the 'V', is there any significance to that? wonders the elf. "Someone is spooking the villagers with all this, perhaps we need to speak to the mayor at sometime too. I want to go back to Kendra's too, to go through that evidence from the Professor again. Surely there are more clues in there?" The elf wonders aloud.
Seeing the commotion, Barret will make his way through the crowd, shoving if necessary to see what the commotion is all about.
"What is going on here?" He asks one of the members of the crowd.
Tre keeps a low profile, knowing that both his elven heritage and the fact he's an 'outsider' to the town's folk of Ravengro, will not be looked upon kindly by the population. He watches as a huge man pushes to the front of the crowd.Turning to Dillan he says, "We'd best be careful, the crowd seems quite agitated, who knows what they will do if provoked."
(muttered)"Of course there is a ruckus, there always seems to be a ruckus where-ever I go."
A large man, dressed in chain mail armor pushes his way through the crowd. "Will you please get out of my way. Now I don't know what this is all about but will someone point me in the direction of the house of Lorrimor, I have buisness there with someone named Kendra."
There was a funeral yesterday? Merian thinks, watching the commotion with a furrowed brow. The word "desecration" always sets her teeth on edge. Please, lords and ladies of the heavens, let it not be Petros'... When she hears someone in the crowd suggest it might just be a kid's prank, only to be shouted down by the rest of the townsfolk, she thinks, If this were Molthune, I would agree with him. In Mendev, it'd be a demon cult for sure. I have no idea what it means here in Ustalav, but it seems these people aren't the sort to assume the best, and perhaps they have cause. For a moment, she wonders if she should get involved, but steels herself to her purpose with a slight shake of her head. Instead, she turns to start asking directions of a (hopefully) friendly local. "Your pardon, please, but I am looking for the home of Kendra Lorrimor?" she asks, but she misses the answer at first when her ears catch the sound of another newcomer nearby asking the same question.
"These lands are never safe when crowds are involved, their prejeduce almost always shines." With his last comment Dillan pulls his cloak about him attempting to blend in more with the background/crowd.
Tre his eyes darting left and right takes in the scene, "Dillan, see that man in he chain, he looks out of place here. That's another stranger if you ask me, watch him carefully. With all the strange things that have been happening, a stranger may be a friend or foe, we'll have to be careful."
"Interesting people this professor has attracted." Barret says to no one in particular as he looks at the people asking about Kendra.
"Do you wish to follow them?"
"I think we should Dillan, they seem to be gathering, look that woman and the fighter." Taking the opposite side of the road, Tre and Dillan folow the fighter and woman on their way. Tre says quietly, "We're getting closer to Kendra's house if I'm not mistaken, get ready, remember we promised the professor to protect her."
Merian strides up the lane toward the Lorrimor residence, but before she goes more than a few houses' distance she turns her steps to address the warrior in chainmail who was also asking about the Professor's daughter. "Excuse me!" she calls, smiling. "I couldn't help overhearing that you were asking about Kendra Lorrimor back there. Are you also here for Petros' funeral?"
"Finally" Cassandra thinks to herself as she steps from the coach, her mis-matched eyes blinking to adjust to the sudden brightness outside compared to the dim interior of the coach. As she waits for the driver to hand down her belongings she surveys the area around her noticing the sudden averted gazes as her eyes meet those of the people nearby.
As she hands the driver the fare, she asks "Do you know where I can find the Lorimmor residence?" The coachman only stares at her blankly as he pockets the coins and then with a clicking noise whips the horses into motion, leaving the young woman standing in the square.
After running her fingers through her raven hair she retrieves a pair of smoke lensed glasses from her vest pocket and quickly dons them. Picking up her pack she heads off to inquire from one of the locals where she can find the Professor's house.
Arturin turns towards Merian, you can see the battle-trained reflexes ready to act but visibly relax when he sees the tabard she wears.
"Yes, the funeral is my primary purpose for this visit. From what I can gather we may be a little late to see him off. Still, I wish to see where he lies and pay my respects."
Arturin turns towards Merian, you can see the battle-trained reflexes ready to act but visibly relax when he sees the tabard she wears.
"Yes, the funeral is my primary purpose for this visit. From what I can gather we may be a little late to see him off. Still, I wish to see where he lies and pay my respects."
Merian sighs, nodding. "I was on patrol when the letter arrived, and... well. If we have missed our chance to see Petros off officially, I still wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to say goodbye personally." She offers a hand, gripping Arturin's forearm. "Corporal Merian Benvalla of the Fourth Mendevian Crusade."
Arturin returns the greeting, gripping Merian's arm. "Artuin Vesket, a pleasure to make your acquaintance Corporal." Arturin releases his grip and waving his hand towards their path of travel "Shall we proceed?" Without waiting for a response starts walking "So tell me, what sort of action have you seen? I recently had a run-in with some orcish raiders who had convinced an ogre to join their merry band, now that was a good time."
Barret will follow the people headed towards Kendra's residence. He will make no effort to hide.
Arturin returns the greeting, gripping Merian's arm. "Artuin Vesket, a pleasure to make your acquaintance Corporal." Arturin releases his grip and waving his hand towards their path of travel "Shall we proceed?" Without waiting for a response starts walking "So tell me, what sort of action have you seen? I recently had a run-in with some orcish raiders who had convinced an ogre to join their merry band, now that was a good time."
Merian walks with him, shrugging her shoulders. "Demons, demons, and more demons, with the occasional human cult or tiefling warband for spice," she answers. "Dretches and quasits, mostly, though last year I was part of a larger assault on a force lead by something called a 'nabasu.'" She shudders. "Lost a lot of good men that day, and had to put one of them down again when he stood back up and tried to eat me."
When Barret reaches the residence, he will address the people standing in front of it.
"Lorrimor invite you too?" He asks of them. He examines the two of them, as if to gauge whether or not he could take them in a fight, though he seems to linger a bit while looking upon the female.
"Name's Barret Of Clan Soulfang. Who are you two?" He asks bluntly.
You see a large man towering at 6 feet 6 inches tall with dark brown hair in braids with brown eyes. He is wearing furs common to the peoples of Numeria with a few javelins strapped to his back. He seems to have no other weapons on hand which is unusual.
Arturin steps towards Barret, interposing himself between Barret and Merian. "Plenty close enough there clannie. You wish me to assume that the professor associated with one such as you?"