Perception 1
Perception 2
Yet another late night visitor? My word lass, what will the locals think. Would seem whomever baldy is he has come to the same conclusion as I...Lorrimor likely did not die of natural causes. But if not the daughter, than who? Some bigoted country bumpkin? Surely not, the professor would not succumb to such an insulting demise.
Nym browses through shelved titles, occasionally picking one out to examine for a minute or two before replacing it. His lips move as he mutters quietly to himself.
"I've prepared a few beds upstairs. This is a small house - so the last of you will have to stay on the couch down here. I leave it up to you how long you still want to chat.
If you feel hungry - feel free to look for bread and cheese in the kitchen. I hope you will excuse me. The night is well progressed now and I need to be ready tomorrow morning. I hope you will excuse me."
Thank you for your most gracious hospitality in such a dark time. Please, sleep well." Setting the current book back in its place on the shelf Nym ventures into the kitchen, eying the hourglass with a raised brow...though quickly becomes distracted by the prospect of food.
Returning a few minutes later with a slice of bread and bite of cheese Nym approaches Wren. "Good evening. Forgive me, but I'm not much acquainted with my own race, living in Ustalav. Might I inquire about your dress...is this something common amongst other elves?"
Andrea looks down at her plain, woollen and somewhat mud bespattered green dress.
"Lovely?..This? I wouldn't call it that but it it is functional for going abroad in this weather.It came from a....Merchant from Brevoy I don't know exactly where it was made..I'm sorry"
Wren looks taken aback that someone would challenge her appreciation of beauty.
Well, beauty is the in eyes of the beholder. She probably just thinks I'm putting on airs because of all my lovely feathers and she has too few!
"It's daring! Brevoy, you say!? I just *must* have one just like it. You have such wonderful taste." Wren smiles in response.
Wren has no intention of getting one of her own. Wren looks at the garment again and is reminded of how a mother bird feeds her chicks.
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Returning a few minutes later with a slice of bread and bite of cheese Nym approaches Wren. "Good evening. Forgive me, but I'm not much acquainted with my own race, living in Ustalav. Might I inquire about your dress...is this something common amongst other elves?"
Wren turns to toothily smile at Nym. She reaches reflexively to preen her feathers as she answers his question:
"Oh no! I made this myself! My friend, Plume, often donates to my cause and I craft to make a living. Thank you so much! I do not see many other elves here in Ustalav...in fact, this room hold more than I've seen in a long time."
Switching tongues, Wren continues:
"Alle ost er tilhører meg. Den horer i Korvosa synge med lykke saus?"
Switching tongues again, Wren continues:
"How did you know the Professor?"
Andrea can't be certain but she thinks the gaudily begarbed Elf is making fun off her somewhat drab apperance.
"I'm sure the Merchant..should you find him will not charge you much more than he charged me..Ma'am" she replies with a sweet smile that masks a growing dislike for her interrogator.
ut by then Wren has moved on leaving Andrea relieved.
"I will sleep down here..I've spent nights in worse"
Far worse..bloody battlefields, draughty barns..the beds of too many men who barely knew me in the morning..at least down here it will be warm and quiet
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The night is short and plagued by constant nightmares. Ghosts, Haunts, Undead - do they try to enter you head through your dreams. Or are you unsettled by the death of your friend the Professor.
The breakfast is taken in silence. Some hot tea with buttered bread. Kendra joins you. See seems to look distracted. Something seems on her mind - but she appears reluctant to speak for a while.
Finally she speaks out.
"Friends of my father. It pains me to ask you for a favour - but Father Grimburrow - the local head of the Church of Pharasma did bring me bad news yesterday.
It is a tradition that the dead will be carried by pallbearers from the church to the restlands. This job tends to be done by some local farm hands who are happy for the few pieces of copper that this earns them.
But someone seems to have stirred them up. I know my father wasn't the most liked person here. Being a learnt man seems suspicious for these simple minds. But this isn't acceptable. They can't just prevent the whole ceremony. You have come all this way and I won't allow that.
Kendra looks around in the group.
"There is no way I will bow to the will of that rabble. Will you please help me and be the pallbearers for my father? Cassandra as a follower of Pharasma could carry the Holy Hourglass. Wren would do well to flitter around as she pleases. This would leave the remaining six of you to carry the casket."
At no time during Kendras question do you seem to feel being given much of a choice. You feel she feels pain to ask - but at the same time you feel she did make up her mind and it would require a lot to change that.
And Kendra seems to give you not much time to do so as she leads you across the small bridge you crossed yesterday towards the river and a much bigger bridge. After walking for maybe five to six minutes and crossing the river you arrive at the church of Pharasma. At least the rain has stopped. Puddles and water as well as mud soon soils your boots - but at least no water coming from above.
Eery silence fills the forecourt of the church. You spot only five mourners who seem to be waiting for you.
An obese middle aged man with a thin moustache and elegant clothes. He gets introduced to you as councilman Vashian Hearthmount. He seems not to bother showing some open disdain when he sees the group arriving. A thin man, just a few years younger with similar elegant clothes gets introduced as councilman Gharen Muricar. His eyes and attention seems to be mainly on Andrea.
The only person smiling at you is a 40-odd well rounded man with a red nose and thick mustache. Next to him is his teenage son. He gets introduced as Zokar Elkarid - the owner of the Laughing Demon.
The only female is a woman in her mid thirties. Jominda Fallenbridge - the owner of the local apothecary.
At Kendra's request Andrea demurs..
"I'm afraid that I'm rather too short to act as a pall bearer along with all these gentlemen."
She turns to Aldous..
"Perhaps your associate would be better suited to the role?"
"I believe at first I was something of an odity to the professor, as we found ourself respective circles of influnce making contact from time to time. The moment that cemented our professional relationship however was due to a dissagreement he was having with a tempermental human student of his. The fool was arguing a point on propper fencing technique with the professor, taking advantage of the Lorrimor's lack of personal experience with the sport. I was amongst the gathering crowd witnessing the exchange, and happened to know the professor's point was the more valid, and offered to provide the blade skill to demonstrate the professors argument. And how did you make the professor's aquaintance?"
In the morning...
oth: Detect Magic, Ghost Sound, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Spark;
1st: Color Spray, Unseen Servant
"There is no way I will bow to the will of that rabble. Will you please help me and be the pallbearers for my father? Cassandra as a follower of Pharasma could carry the Holy Hourglass. Wren would do well to flitter around as she pleases. This would leave the remaining six of you to carry the casket."
"Wory not my dear, I would be honored to be among the few to cary our fallen companion into his deitie's embrace."
"In a century and a half there should be a point where the barbarism of humanity no longer supprises me. Sadly I don't seem to have reached that point yet. I understand the idea that education is something these harry dirt farmers fear and distrust. But to this extent? I am appaled.
Upon entering the church Nym mutters to himself...
"An honor to meet you gentlemen, and lady," Nym sais with a bow. I have been here but a day and your home has impacted my life more than I ever dreamed possible."
Galadan raises his eyebrows as the Holy Hourglass is turned over to Cassandra.
He turns to the strange woman. "I did not recognize you as a follower, you must forgive my rudeness and apparent lack of recognition. Normally I give more credence to my awareness of those around me, yet somehow you've managed to slip though my senses."
Seeing that she has a position of honor in the ceremony, though any service of burial is a service to Pharasma, he asks her.
"May I ask how you knew the Professor?"
As usual Andrea awakens early after a restless night in which the voices call to her more strongly than usual and sits for a while in silent communion with her familiar. Her heart is slightly heavy this day and she knows that there might be trouble ahead so she prepares accordingly although not in a way that will injure anybody.
Spells for day:
Cantrips: Daze,Touch of Fatigue,Guidance
1st Level: Sleepx2
No..No the voices scream at her Burn them..destroy them..send them to a fiery doom
She forces them back ,suppressing them burying them beneath her inate trust in her Goddess.
"All will be well" she whispers
She manages to brush the worst of the mud out off her dress and at least looks clean and presentable before the others awaken.
At the Church she can't avoid noticing the Councilmans interest but makes no moves to encourage it..this is neither the time or the place.
Kevin wakes in the morning no worse for wear from the previous nights drinking. ”Time to get on with this. Professor you were a good man, I hope I can be the person you think I can be during this, and not the person I know I am.”
"There is no way I will bow to the will of that rabble. Will you please help me and be the pallbearers for my father? Cassandra as a follower of Pharasma could carry the Holy Hourglass. Wren would do well to flitter around as she pleases. This would leave the remaining six of you to carry the casket."
’I would be honored my dear.” Kevin pauses and adjusts his sword. ”And if any of these louts cause you a problem I will deal with them in the manner they disserve, fret not.”
He leaves in tow of the others taking notice of everyone’s appearance and wishing he had the gold for a new suit.
After entering the church Kevin’s eyes never leave the councilman until he is introduced to the owner of The Laughing Demon.
“Mr. Elkarid, I have heard great things about your establishment and your Liquid Ghosts. I will be sure to stop in and further aquaint my self at a later time.”
Aldous gives Andrea a faint smile.
"I think that the Professor's daughter was already including my Companion as one of the pall-bearers."
"However, I am sure that he will be able to help mitigate the effects of the load."
He then turns to the others.
"May I suggest that Andrea and myself be the two front bearers? It would probably cause less comment if two humans were the most 'visible' ones..."
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Once he is led to the Chapel, a great sadness falls over Aldous as he sees just how few mourners have turned-out for the Professor's funeral.
You deserved better than this. A hundred times more! You touched so many lives... I will do what I can to make sure that in death at least, you receive the dignity due to you...
Nonetheless, Aldous moves forward to solemnly greet the other mourners, doing his best to impress them with his understanding of appropriate decorum for the situation at hand.
Galadan carefully arranges his hair again, so the long black locks cover up his pointed ears, and puts on his tall hat once again as he makes his way to the Professor's coffin, bearing it with all austerity and willingness that such a solemn occasion deserved. He quickly venerates himself with the sign of Pharasma as they enter the chapel.
He nods silently to the humans gathered there as he places the coffin on the stone slab provided for it, then joins his companions in the pews provided for them.
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hmmm - replace ideal with the best option I could come up with if I would be Kendra.
This is a team effort. Others will have to shoulder some more of your weight. Literally :)
Yes - and indeed Hastur has been counted in as well.
Kendra turns to Andrea "I already noticed that you are rather short. Just pretend you are carrying a heavy load and help as good as you can. People her are sometimes difficult. I therefore wanted to place you and Aldous in the front. that will avoid any talk about elfs and masked people carrying my father.
The only alternative would have been to go with only four pallbearers.
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Kendra turning to Aldous:
"Yes indeed - I would be very grateful if you and Andrea could be in the front. We still pass a few houses and don't want to give people reasons to talk.
Aldous notices that Vashian seems to look much more friendly towards him. It seems at least someone he can approve of in this band of odd strangers.
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Zokar turns towards Kevin - a big smile on his face.
"indeed, indeed - you have to come around. Mine is the best tavern in town. My liquid ghosts are often as good a cure as Jomindas but cost a lot less and taste a lot better."
You can see a twinkle in his eyes when he says this. Good humoured he seems. Hardly someone able to offend. A good trait to have to keep customers happy and to return.
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While you talk to the other mourners and try to calm them, you spot a lurker behind a hedge. He looks like a simple farm hand. When your eyes fall on him you feel something like an inner conflict playing out. You are sure he has listened to what you were saying.
But you are not given time to react as he disappears the moment he notices that you spotted him.
Nym:
"Tærne lukt av møkk. Den grønne ekorn løper opp den røde treet, mens en kjerring spiser tunfisk på en logg."
"He used to love my jewelry and used to love to come into my store to talk for hours! He never got tired of talking or hearing me talk. He was such a lovely man...bringing me feathers from whether he would go. He was more than a customer, he was a friend."
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In the morning, now around a group, Wren will spend a few moments to learn some spells.
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An obese middle aged man with a thin moustache and elegant clothes. He gets introduced to you as councilman Vashian Hearthmount. He seems not to bother showing some open disdain when he sees the group arriving. A thin man, just a few years younger with similar elegant clothes gets introduced as councilman Gharen Muricar. His eyes and attention seems to be mainly on Andrea.
The only person smiling at you is a 40-odd well rounded man with a red nose and thick mustache. Next to him is his teenage son. He gets introduced as Zokar Elkarid - the owner of the Laughing Demon.
The only female is a woman in her mid thirties. Jominda Fallenbridge - the owner of the local apothecary.
: Gharen Muricar
: Zokar Elkarid
: Jominda Fallenbridge
: Kendra
: Father Grimburrow
During the procession, Wren will walk solemnly and quietly alongside the group.
Some will notice a colorful bird, a parrot, following the group as well, flitting from tree to tree. Like Wren, its color a strange contrast to the dreary outdoors.
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Your procession enters the Restlands. You are walking slowly as the casket starts to weight on your shoulder.
Cassandra walks in the front. Behind her are Andrea and Aldous. Next are Kevin and Hastur. Nym and Galadan are forming the rear. The casket wears especially heavy on Aldous - having to lift all the weight in the front more or less on his own - as well as Hastur and Galadan who seem to get less support from Andrea.
Following the group are Kendra directly behind as well as the two town councellors, the owner of the Laughing demon with his son and the Apothecary owner.
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The procession slowly gets up the hill. It is a somber procession that climbs the Dreamwake - a gravel pathway that winds through the cemetery.
As you reach the halfway point along the Dreamwake, rounding a corner onto a path called the Eversleep, you'll see that the way ahead is locked by a group of a dozen surly looking locals. The tallest of the 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 going in the ground here!"
Taking the profered cup of tea, Cassandra wraps her hands around the steaming cup, allowing it to warm her fingers first before drinking. After taking a sip, allowing the liquid to warm the rest of her body, chasing away the bone deep chill of the weather outside, she smiles at the girl who profered her the cup "My thanks, That was just what was needed" She extends her hand in greeting "My name is Cassandra, Cassandra Blackmoore from Redleaf. I wish I could say it was a pleasure to meet you, but under the circumstances..." She raises the cup in a salute, "To happier times."
Upon hearing Kendra's plans for the funereal procession, Cassndra blushes slightly "I would be honored to lead the procession, but don't you think that someone else, closer to the Professor, should lead?"
Rounding the corner of the pathway, Cassandra pauses, confused. "I'm afraid I don't understand? We come to bury Professor Lorrimor, a GOOD man, and you would block our way? Why would you deny a man his just rest after a long, distinguished life? How would your spirit feel if this was done to you? Please stand aside so we may continue our way and honor this man, one many of you have known for most of your lives."
Diplomacy check:
Andrea struggles manfully( or is that womanfully) with the coffin doing her not very good best.When the inevitable trouble occurs she whispers a soft "I think we need to put the coffin down gentlemen..be ready to defend it if you have to"
When they do she moves towards the confrontation before her, jaw firmly set.She sets her hands on her hips and looks the leader up and down with contempt.
Aid another Diplomacy
"Aye shame on you..what sort of an example are the men of Ravengro setting to their children.That bullies and thugs can disrupt a legal funeral..Shame I say. The word will go out about this Men of Ravengro..and your name will be cursed from one end of Ustalav to the other"
Aldous quails inside when he notes the reaction of the councilman to his suggestions.
I thought as much. It is always better to try to avoid conflict, where possible, and out here, prejudices run high... Still, an ally in prejudice is better than none at all... He may prove useful in the future, if properly directed...
When he notices someone listening, Aldous' adopts a thoughtful expression.
Interesting. I wonder what his connection to the Professor was? I must try to talk to him later...
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Although the Professor's coffin is a heavy weight to bear, in more ways than one, Aldous does his best to grit his teeth, and shoulder the responsibility as best he can. Having his Companion with him to share the load also helps to inspire his determination to see this through to the end...
When the procession rounds the bend and the mob comes into view, a veil of sadness descends upon Aldous' face.
First, they would not attend your funeral, and now, they wish you to be dishonored in death? Why do people always fear that which they do not understand?
When the procession closes on the mob, Aldous listens carefully to the statements of his fellow mourners, before interjecting calmly, and respectfully.
"Gentlemen, Professor Lorrimor was a decent man, who helped many people. I know that his ways may have seemed a little strange to good country folk such as yourselves, but surely he has earned the right to a respectful burial? Please, let us pass."
"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 going in the ground here!"
"I think we need to put the coffin down gentlemen.be ready to defend it if you have to"
Kevin assist in putting the professor’s coffin down and steps strait up, face to face with the wiry soldier, his left hand brushing against the hilt of his Dueling sword. With a cold fire in his eyes Kevin addresses the leader. “Sir. We are laying a man to rest here. How many have you laid to rest that disserved respect? No matter what you may think, good, bad, or indifferent, this man has paid his dept. Stand aside and bear honor so we may give him rest. Or do your friends and I have a problem that needs to be settled on the field of honor?” Kevin bears two inches of the steel of his Dueling Blade with his off hand and stares into the eyes of the older man.
"I think we need to put the coffin down gentlemen..be ready to defend it if you have to"
Aye lass, it seems these inbred peasants are looking for a fight.
After the coffin is sat down Nym gently brushes the wood with his finger tips. "My word Lorrimor, I will not slay any of your countrymen on the day of your funeral."
Turning back to address the mob he sees that Kevin has beaten him there. "Well," He sais with a sigh. "Diplomacy is far over rated anyway." He places one hand on the handle of his sword, and rests the other behind his back as he walks toward the two men.
Aldous shakes his head when Nym moves to intercept the mob.
"Please, keep your distance. We still might be able to resolve this diplomatically. A human duelist challenging a retired soldier is a little unorthodox, but at least it is still within the bounds of respectability, and if he loses, still allows the retention of some Face. However, if an Elf got involved, I fear that things could get ugly very quickly..."
He then turns to the general 'audience':
"Please, this is a funeral, a solemn and respectful affair, where we try to honor the memory of a good man. Let's not let this descend into a general melee."
With his same solemn expression, Galadan will assist in putting the coffin on the ground. With little personal knowledge in diplomacy, he instead softly indicates the law of spiritual logic.
"By dishonoring this procession, gentlemen, you not only are being disrespectful towards the late Professor, you are also being disrespectful towards Pharasma, whose sacred rites are being performed this day."
The tallest of the is an elderly but wiry retired soldier. He speaks out as soon as the group is noticed.
Thod: on the Soldier.
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How rude!! These men would bar our way! I've never been treated so rudely in all my life!!
Despite being greatly offended now, Wren has assuredly been treated this rude and ruder during her life. She just may not be aware of it.
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Wren listens to the words of Cassandra and then Andrea and takes notes about what they say and don't say. One speaks of her love for the Professor and the other threatens curses and lives of pain.
Then watches Nym and Kevin approach with hands on swords and realizes violence could be in the offing and begins to squirm, not sure what do do next. This rabble is no match for trained soldiers...they may be ignorant and wrong, but do not deserve serious injury for it.
Wren readies a feather in her hand, willing powerful magics into it, preparing to step in should things turn violent.
Pleased that Aldous is speaking words of calm wisdom, Wren relaxes a bit.
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Aldous recognises the man he spotted earlier as the first who seems to step aside. One by one the resolve of the group is broken. Seemingly in shame by your words they lower the pitchforks.
Some even seem to look friendly towards you as if awakening from a trance or a bad spell.
Trust score +3
+100 XP each
General attitude towards you in town increases from disliked to neutral.
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Councilman Vashian Hearthmount walks forward to the group.
"I'm shocked. Such a display in my own town. This are all farmhands of low character. But they belong to this community and I can't remember them acting like that.
And that Gibs was inciting them - really unbelievable."
Councilman Gharen Muricar joins the group. Looking towards Cassandra and Andrea
"You too ladies have been coragous and saved the day. Seeing your beauty these ruffians had nothing to answer. Nice to make your acquaintance."
Relieved that her scorn combined with more diplomatic words of Aldous and Cassandra seem to have diffused the situation Andra continues to give the best assistance she can to all her new found companions..she continually mutters unsder her breath..casting guidance upon herself to assist with bearing the weight
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You carefully lift the coffin again and carry on towards the open grave. Father Grimburrow and two grave diggers are waiting for you next to a hole that has been dug into the ground.
Father Grimburrow gives a short sermon, then invites Kendra to say a few words about her father. Kendra fights back her tears and briefly Recounts a few of her fathers more courageous or selfless moments, thanking everyone once again for coming. She then invites anyone else to share a few stories or remembrances.
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13: Gharen Muricar
A councilman with a reputation of being a rake.
27: Zokar Elkarid
A good natured human and owner of the Laughing Demon. He holds the philosophy that the best way to meet the horrors of the world is with a jest, for if one can laugh at the worst life has to offer, there remains little to fear. His warm and friendly tavern does its best to live up to this admirable philosophy, down to the menu. Zokar takes pains to come up with humorous names for his drinks and meals, with offerings like vampire steaks (cuts of beef skewered on thick wooden spikes), wolf balls (lamb meatballs served on plates painted to look like the face of the full moon), corpse chowder (a thick stew with red broth and chunks of meat), and liquid ghosts (a sweet pale ale that glows faintly with a greenish tint). Zokar and his regulars enjoy telling visitors tall tales about what's really in the food served here.
His oldest son - Pevrin - is responsible for the Posting Poles - the closest equivalent this small town has to a newsletter.
16: Jominda Fallenbridge
A single human female and owner of the Apothecary - a good source for common material components for spells or magic potions.
19: Kendra
No extra information.
27: Father Grimburrow
An old and grim faced man. He has seen lots of joy in the form of new babies being delivered to the town as well as sorrow, as his role as cleric of Pharasma means he has buried many members of the town. Both respected ones as well as less respected ones.
The temple of Pharasma that he leads would be a very good source of information about the towns history. But the Father won't let anyone in. Only people who gained enough of his trust or other vice can be convincing will he let use the archive of the temple.
You are sure the Prof. would have been one such person - alas he isn't around any more.
Councilman Gharen Muricar joins the group. Looking towards Cassandra and Andrea
"You too ladies have been courageous and saved the day. Seeing your beauty these ruffians had nothing to answer. Nice to make your acquaintance."
Wren casts Message at an appropriately inconspicuous opportunity.
"Be careful of that one, dearie...he has known many ladies. But maybe his kind is one that interests you. He does have a striking face, does he not?"
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During the ceremony, Wren will stand quiet during the service.
At an appropriate time for her to talk. Wren will shuffle forward to say a few words:
"The professor was a dear friend to me, but I lack the words to express my pain...I have only my arts to express my sorrow. I have but a gift for him to carry with him to Pharasma."
Wren will take the beautiful (previously crafted check of 29) silver feather and lily brooch off her chest and toss it onto the coffin.
"I will miss your company, dear friend."
Wren will then shuffle back to her place. In the distance, Plume will watch from a tree.
Andrea steps forward...
"Though I hardly knew the Professor he did help me without favour asked in return. In memory of that, I promise his spirit that I will do my utmost to help those in need for the rest of my days"
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The feather brooch slowly flies down like a butterfly drawn towards a beautyful flower. To your amazement you spot a scarab beetle coming out of the freshly dug earth. It takes the brooch and moves with the brooch in it's tow - struggling under the weight.
After a minute or two of struggles the beetle reaches the earth just above the place where you would expect Prof. Lorrimors heart.
Father Grimburrow looks at Wren with a look that expresses both surprise as well as acknowledgement.
Pharasma manifests her favour through the use of scarab beetles and whippoorwills, both of which function as psychopomps and serve to guide recently departed spirits to the Boneyard.
Galadan stands, respectfully, after watching the scarab beetle move the feather.
"I do not have such a gift, and knew the Professor too little to proclaim his praises. I do know that he was a beacon of light in this dark world, and will meet with dignity and respect in Pharasma's court. I offer the blessings of Pharasma and protection upon this grave, that it may not be disturbed by anything opposed to her will."
He holds up a vial of holy water, and looks over at Father Grimburrow as though awaiting permission to sprinkle it on the open grave.
The feather brooch slowly flies down like a butterfly drawn towards a beautyful flower. To your amazement you spot a scarab beetle coming out of the freshly dug earth. It takes the brooch and moves with the brooch in it's tow - struggling under the weight.
After a minute or two of struggles the beetle reaches the earth just above the place where you would expect Prof. Lorrimors heart.
Wren's breath sucks in as she sees the beetle and its manipulations of the brooch.
Shaken and bit unsure whether it is a good or ill omen, Wren notes to ask Galadan about it later.
I wonder what my birdies will tell me about that.
Father Grimburrow nods towards Galadan - showing him his approval.
Galadan sprinkles the contents of the vial of holy water upon the coffin, around the perimeter of the grave, and upon the headstone .
He then returns to where he was standing before.
Aldous steps up to the side of the grave, a look of infinite sadness on his face.
"The Professor was one of my oldest true friends. He was a man who improved the lives of those that he encountered, and he met so very many people. Long ago, the Professor saw the promise in a frightened young man when no-one else did, and helped him to achieve his true potential. I can never fully repay him for that, but I will always do my best to honor his memory."