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Gunther puts his back against the barn wall and prepares to defend himself if any of the enraged swine turn upon him.
Gunther moves towards the barn door, pickaxe at the ready.
Gunther backs off with Alexei. "Unfortunately, bein' a bastard isn't a crime. If he don't want us here, we'd best back off."
Does Kendra accompany us to Gibbs' House?
"Blood's dry, whoever did this did it under cover of darkness."Gunther states, looking the statue up and down.
"Kendra, what do you know of this Sheriff...I don't think I caught his name,"Gunther looks to Lorrimar's daughter.
"Forewarned is foreamed, as the Professor used to say. I'd know a bit more about this Harrowstone before we dance merrily through the gates." Gunther states grimly.
"Thank you for your information Mr. Ghoroven," Gunther says, rising. "Before we go, this Outward Inn and Lauging Demon, what sort of reputation do they have, what sort might frequent them?"
"Were there any strangers in town at the time of the Professor's passing? These cultists had to come from somewhere," Gunthers pauses, gazing around the room."Or they were here to begin with."
My condolenses. Take as much time as you need.
Does Kendra have class levels, or just NPC levels? I'm wondering just how protective we need to be. Would our association with the Professor give us any insight into her experience?
Nat 1 on the perception roll, sorry, force of habit.
MY EYES!!!
Gunther follows Bjorn and Harold outside, checking the surroundings for anyone who might have seen Kendra leave to inquire which direction the girl left in.
Gunther slides his plate towards Bjorn. "You may find the locals aren't too welcoming to orcbloods, Belkzen's just over them hills to the norwest."He looks towards the door Kendra just exited. "Maybe bringin' Ms. Lorrimar might not be a bad idea. Ghoroven and the Professor bein' friends and all."
"Maybe we should talk to this Alendru Ghoroven, if m'lady thinks he could shed some light on her father's recent work."Gunther absentmindedly scratches his beard, he's barely touched his breakfast.
With a look of disgust, Gunther replaces the green tome in the chest. He nods his head in acknowledgment as Bjorn and Korvus leave. Then stands himself, "I'll be takin' my leave then. Sounds like we've work tomorrow."
Gunther continues to scan the tome, frown lines forming on his craggy brow. After every couple pages or particularly ghastly illustration he wipes his hand on his shirt, as if to wipe away some unseen film.
Knowledge: History Gunther thumbs through one of the tomes, apparently paying no heed to the exchange between the northman and the catman.
Gunther stands at the back of the group, his haunted eyes seeing the faces of those not granted a decent burial. When Kendra speaks, it draws him back from whatever dark halls his mind wandered. He shakes his head at her request, eyes downcast.
Posted, Gunther isn't too chatty at first (CHA 7 and all).
(Earlier that day)The dwarf is plainly dressed in sturdy workclothes, old but well maintained. His dark brown hair is shorn close to his scalp and his beard is unadorned and shorter than you've seen on most dwarves. Upon arrival he mumbles greetings and condolenses to Ms. Lorrimar the invitation letter clutched in his mitts like a protective talisman, and awkwardly places a large pickaxe in the umbrella stand by the door. His granite colored eyes widen at the sight of two half-orcs (and one dressed fancier than a banker's wife), but he says nothing. He never puts his back to them either. He nods in greeting to the two humans but keeps a polite distance. He has seen the occasional crow-man on boats on the lake, so another animal headed being, while surely unusual, doesn't visibly upset him. At Ms. Lorrimar's request, a slight bow of his head and a gruff, "Of course," are his reply. At the funeral, upon the declaration of the mob, Gunther sets his stance, ready to take any spare weight of the coffin himself if the mob attacks. His jaw set in grim determination.
Ok, my noob is showing, what's the tracking post/dot thing? This would be one of my first Paizo pbps. Also, since I missed the initial salvo, should I just jump in, or post a flashback first :)
My apologies, just got back from a friend's wedding in Roswell, GA. Didn't really expect to get invited after my last five submissions were turned down for other pbps :) Thrilled to be invited, and wanting to play if there's still room.
GM: Would Gunther's mother and sisters be searching for him, his father, and brothers? Do they know Gunther still lives? If not, how would they react if they found out?
Gunther's travels have taken him northward, away from Caiphas where his father and brother's traded. It is certain his remaining family would have an interest in finding what happened. As the dwarves (Biroc and sons) were fairly clannish (heh) they didn't make too many contacts with the locals, so depending on how hard they were searched for their trail goes cold in Caliphas. Milos, the Varisian business partner, acquired the mine deed through less than legal means, his partner in the local government actually stealing it and then fudging records to muddy the trail. Anyone that makes a connection between Milos and the dwarves could run afoul of the Sczarni. For his part, Gunther is still harboring great pain and guilt and dreads facing his family. His relationship with the Professor improved his feelings of self worth slightly, more positive acts might give him the strength to go home again.
And here I is... |