"Well sir, it is your town so you should have a say in the matter. I came here to bury my friend, and that is what I would like to do, but if you prefer we can bury you here today instead, what do you say?"
Give me an intimidate check
Shut your mouth you little s!!# or it will get shut for you. A little freak like you doesn't even need a grave; just drop you in the ground like a seed and see if you grow. Now turn your little troupe about before we have to hurt any of you fools.
"Let's set the coffin down so I can teach this fool some manners."
I gently lower my corner of the coffin and move towards the man with dagger in hand.
I will also lower the coffin. I unlimber my Great Axe and look to Lorrimor's daughter.
Lowering the casket because I must....
Everyone, I believe we can figure this out together.
[ooc] halfling you lowered the coffin before you even attempted to set it down....hope it was not dragging with Lorrimars body. Fire up Napoleon.
Kendra looks at the pallbearers, Please no violence today. I have enough grief without the blood of my fellow townsfolk adding to the balance.
Lowering the final corner of the coffin to the ground, CITZENS OF RAVENGROW! Has not the hight priest of Pharasma himself sanctioned the burial of this man? Does not the Mother of Souls hate necromancers and their foul art more than any mortal? Will any of YOU want to reveal why you questioned HER divine judgement when she tests your soul at the infinite stairs? Stand clear and let us fulfill the will of the goddess!
The crowd steps back a pace and considers Alamin's words. There is some muttering and you can tell they are wavering. The man that has become your antagonist turns and berates them, She's got a pretty face boys, but she knows nothing of us or of Ravengrow. Hells, one of the pallbearers is even a half-orc mongrel. Let's shut her and her filthy friends up and stop them from corrupting the Restlands!
The mans words do not appear to be enough to persuade the crowd given the combination of your fierce appearance and strong words. It appears to be a standoff, with the small mob unwilling to carry out violence but equally unwilling to let you pass.
I stand down, but remain ready to defend myself if attacked.
To group/haters:
Would you not allow your loved ones to be buried properly? Each of you know in your heart it is the right thing to do. Disagreements aside...the Professor was a great man who helped this entire community. Why are we not allowing him to find his final peace?
To group/haters:
Would you not allow your loved ones to be buried properly? Each of you know in your heart it is the right thing to do. Disagreements aside...the Professor was a great man who helped this entire community. Why are we not allowing him to find his final peace?
Diplomacy roll please.
Did they threaten me personally......
If they did my PRIDE may be an issue.
I did roll a three.
Tricking really..
Did they threaten me personally......
If they did my PRIDE may be an issue.[dice=diplomacy]1d20-2
No threat to you personally. Why the -2 to the roll? Ouch!
In any case, your speech doesn't make matters any better.
Although I did like the content. That's just a s&!# roll...
Picked the trait..
Your character calling me out and making me feel not so good about myself (shi&&&ty )
just keeping my mouth shut...
I'm itching to stick the loud mouthed villager with my dagger but I remain quiet and still.
I'm itching to stick the loud mouthed villager with my dagger but I remain quiet and still.
You get the sense he's anxious te reciprocate as he continues to clench and unclench his hands.
Come now citizens of Ravengrow, this is easy enough to decide. One of you go and fetch Pharasma's Guide and return with him here. If he has decided to change his mind, then we will depart in peace as the goddess wills it. However, we cannot be anwerable to his wrath if he finds that you thwart the will of Pharasma. As a priestess of the Healing Light, she who is goddess for the farmer, I hope for your sake, that you are in the right of it.-shows her holy symbol or Sarenrae.
With even more grumbling and questioning coming from the crowd, the man you have now identified as Gib, speaks again-Boys, are we to be swayed by a pretty face and slick words from the city, or are we to do what we know in our hearts what's right? Your kin are buried here and someday you will be to. Do you want them and you to spend eternity with a practicioner of the dark arts? Let's send this lot packing, and if they need to dig a few extra holes mores the better!
You can tell that his words have impact on some of the more violent of the group, but they don't appear to be enough to commit them to blows. Slowly, a path opens up in the small mob allowing you to move forward deepr into the Restlands if you want to try it.
Kendra-Now is our chance. Please, lift my father's coffin and let's get to the burial site.
I lift the coffin with my companions and move through the mob.
I also lift the coffin and move forward...
Unless Randatam dissents the pallbearers pick up their burden and follow Kendra through the crowd.
No dissent here.
The PCs pick up the corners of the coffin and begin to follow Kendra. The tension is almost palpable as the group walks through the small mob. There are a few grunts and growls and you hear Gib mutter, This isn't over you little river runt. You will regret crossing me today. as he tries to casually trip Randtam.
Randtam make a DC 13 reflex save to avoid stumbling over Gib's leg.
Randtam is unable to avoid Gib's leg! As he stumbles, the weight of the coffin shifts and everyone must make a DC 13 STR check to avoid the coffin from falling out of your grasp.
Flaming suns! Uuranx, it's SLIPPING; I don't think I can hold it!!
All the tenseness must be affecting our grips...
Everyone make a DC 16 strength check as you desperately attempt to stop the coffin from falling and perhaps expose it's corpsely cargo!
STARS!
Alamin looses her grip.
Iomadae grant me strength!
Uuranx's cry is heard and recognized in the heavens as not only his strapping body but that of Randtam the wizard surge with strength and steady the coffin allowing the party to stabilize it and make their way through the crowd.
Several voices in the crowd curse Gib for being such an ass and the mini-mob starts to break up as most of the people head home in disgust.
Kendra looks back at you and smiles appreciatively, beckoning you to follow her. I'm sorry my friends that you had to deal with this discourtesy on such a dark day, and even more sorry that the "good" citizens of Ravengrow that are here to give tribute to my father did nothing to help us. It's not far now; follow me.
Stepping forward Vashian Hearthmount speaks, Now that's not fair Kendra! We aren't trained warriors and couldn't be expected to stand in the way of that unruly mob. Besides those are all local farmhands of low character and we will have to live with them moving forward, while you and your newfound friends will be able to leave Ravengrow and their bitter memories. Kendra-Yes, but you could have spoken up and used the power of your office to compel the crowd to let us through. Enough. Let's just put my father in the ground so his body can have some peace. I'll be happy to have some peace myself.
With a bitter face, Vashian falls back with the rest of the group of townsfolk and glumly follows the group up the path.
To myself: "Gib will live to regret this day."
To Kendra: I agree we need to move. Your father wanted to be here and so he shall be.
To myself: I will find out who disturbs my friends final sleep in his homeland. It will happen in the future, some time soon or late, and there will be a reckoning.
To group: No one is happy with the way things are going, but we owe it to our friend to make this happen in a peaceful manner. It is how he would want this to be.
You finally arrive at the gravesite: A grim faced priest of Pharasma stands next to two gravediggers and an open grave, the dirt piled neatly to the side. A tasteful headstone looks down into the grave, reading: Professor Petros Lorrimor-Loving husband and father. 1477-1548.
Kendra-Father Grimburrow, I have brought my father's mortal coil to commit to Pharasma's keeping and pray that his soul find eternal peace by her judgement.
Father Grimburrow smiling lovingly-Pharasma's blessings to you my child. I don't mean to be rude, but you took a while longer than I had expected; and is that dirt on the bottom of the coffin? Is everything OK?
Kendra-Father, there was some trouble with a few of the local farmhands; most notably Gib Hephenus. My friends here stood by me and made sure that my father could be brought here for your blessing and internment. I'm sure Pharasma understands. She smiles back at the wrinkly priest.
Ah, that's fitting. The Dawnflower guide his soul to hers.
Grimburrow-Confound it! I'll settle that Gib up, don't you fret. almost muttering to himself Messing with the will of the goddess is it? I have my ways. I have my ways. back to Kendra I'm sorry child for your additional suffering but am glad that Pharasma brought friends into your life to help with your father's passing. Turning and looking at each PC, Well, your father was a good judge of character if nothing else. If his will, pun intended I assure you, brought these good folk here than it is divine providence indeed, and their assitance with that cuss Gib proves it. Pallbearers, will any of you say a word about the Professor's life and your part in it before I ask you to lower his body to its final resting place?
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Simply, I was a simple farmer. I knew how to raise crops and livestock. I knew how to hunt with a crossbow. My father told me I was different than him. I was the 5th of 6 children. I did not understand my father's words until I met Lorrimar. He introduced me into something that was foreign and unknown to me and my kin. I walked away from our farm with my pa's blessing (sure the professor helped with that outcome).
What I am today is not much. But what I am I owe to my mentor and friend. May he find peace!
"Lorrimar found me close to death, and a total stranger, yet he helped me and welcomed me into his home, I did not know him long, but I know he was a good man, may the gods welcome him and let him know peace."
You aided me when you had no cause. You studied with me when your time was shorter than mine. You guided me from afar, but never with cross judgement.
To Alamin: Very well said. He never did judge because he had a different philosophy. In my correspondence with the Professor, he proved to me he was "a searing flame against unrepentant evil."
You mentioned something fitting. What was it?
I was less than offal. I am now a paladin of Iomadae. Enough said.
To Alamin: Very well said. He never did judge because he had a different philosophy. In my correspondence with the Professor, he proved to me he was "a searing flame against unrepentant evil."
[dice=perception]1d20 + 6
You mentioned something fitting. What was it?
~in hushed tones~ He is being laid to rest next to his wife. So sad that she died before him. The tragedy of his life I think.