Folks I've got so much on my plate now, in fairness I need to step away from the tables for a bit. With summer and work projects, its just not fair to you guys to keep dragging you along. Sorry!
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Guys, we got the flu at my house. Kids dropping one by one over the last few days. I hope to be back Tuesday or Wednesday.
Yes, dear sherrif, we only want to help!
Gwen is apparently oblivious and yawns in the morning sunshine. Blood, murder and intrigue. What a boring town this is. Come on, Master Sim, let's get interrogate something, Gwen jokes. She takes Sim's arm as they walk away.
Awe, how come YOU always get to go with Tamara?? Gwen says. Poor naive Gwen suspects nothing between them.
Poor kid. Ya scared him Sim! Gwen chuckles. The song says "splatters spell her name just right." Whose name? All I see is a letter "V". Whose name associated with the Splatter Man starts with "V"?
Dear Child, tell your mother to fear not. I am a Paladin of Holy Light and shall not rest until whoever has done this deed is in chains. I don't suppose YOU know who might have done such a thing, little one?
Peeps around here do seem a little edgy. What's the deal with this statue? Gwen leans down and inspects it thouroughly...
Gwen jumps in front of Barek Um, what he means to say is that his hands have been giving him trouble this morning because he did the potatoe peeling last night, and um, he's got nicks and cuts all over em. And, so. Hey! I have an idea, why not let us help you investigate this crime? Can you tell us what happened? What's got ritualistic pig blood all over it??
What deity is Gwendolyn following? I had trouble picking a diety for Gwen cause of her concept - sort of a "Puritan". I mean, LG but disciplines herself with pain!!? I was thinking she could just follow "the light" or whatever. But if others disagree I'm happy to pick some diety or philosophy, though I might need suggestions!
I agree:) I also think it's fine to RP loose ends of previous scenes in spoilers even though we've all moved on.
Gwen gets geared up. It takes a while but dammit they can wait. An armorless paladin is a useless paladin. Then she heads downstairs. Why, Sheriff, what a surprise. So nice to see you.
Gwen will let you try it on for size if you want, Tamara! lol
Gwen lies on the floor, embarrassed as hell. She listens to Sim without moving. When he closes the door she slumps flat to her back and stares at the ceiling. Nice Gwen. Real smooth. Some fearless holy warrior you are.
No need to roleplay through Gwen's dream troubles unless you want to. She's ready to move on to meet the Father and grave-rob the restlands:)
Gwen tosses and turns in her sleep, lost in the throws of her nightmare! The whole thing replays again in her mind...herself tied up half naked to that stone pillars in Wolfsbane's castle. Her father and brother bursting in the door to save her. The satisfying slicing sound as they slew the werewolves guarding the door! But like always, the Baron's evil Necromancer was more than a match for them. As Wolfsbane put out each of her brother's eyes with the hot poker in her dream again Gwen screams! Aaaaahhhhhh! Everyone in the kitchen hears a thump above them as Gwen hits the floor, fallen out of bed.
Gwen yawns and stretches. Well, then it's settled. Taking the offer of our gracious host I think I'm gonna find a room upstairs. Thank you Ms. Kendra. If you need anything at all in the middle of the night just call. Glass of warm milk, someone to check all the doors are still locked, whatever. She walks slowly and mindfully upstairs, trying to put aside the days worries. The boards of the steps creek under her feet. Finding a quiet room she unfastens the large brass buttons of her leather outer blouse and slides it off. Unbuckling the leather straps she removes her under armor. And finally, reaching behind herself, she pulls the chord that unties her girdle. Aouch, those damn things hurt she says and breaths a sigh of relief. What I wouldn't give for a bath right now she muses. But tomorrow is a big day and she's gotta get some sleep. Sitting down on the bed she lifts her cotton legging over her left upper thigh and winces as she unstrapes the metal cilice which tightly squeezes her soft white flesh there. It's been hurting more than normal the last few hours, but the device never fails to remind her through it's light application of pain that she must keep her mind on the strait paths. But even as she meditates on this, unwanted sensual images begin to flash across her consciousness. Flashes of old lovers, cold flames, and even some rather surprising images of the new people she met today. As always she gently pushes these unwanted (or wanted?) sensual images aside. Forgive my lust she prays. But tonight the images are especially persistent. So finally, too tired to fight her womanhood any more, Gwen lays down and allows her fantasies free reign, until she falls fast asleep, dreaming of the ominous days to come...
Gwen scrunches her nose. Or we go at night, she thinks. But she doesn't say it. She respects the law and tries to do what's right at all times, but doesn't mean she isn't tempted!
I would like to talk to the sheriff and let Sim interrogate him (her?). But first, I'm wondering what's hidden in the restlands. The professor said the church of pharasma buried items there. He wouldn't have mentioned it if he didn't think those items would be useful to us in watching over Ravengro this next month. What do you all think?
I'm having fun, thanks! This is such a good group that...that...well, you are all invited to my table top group. Molalla Oregon, Monday Nights, 7pm, bring tacos...
Gwen plants a hand on her forehead as Sim puts it all together. Of course! He probably knew 1 month was all our mysterious enemy needed to finish whatever they have begun! As the others rattle their brains Gwen notices Kendra's sobs and places a hand on her shoulder. There there, dear, we shall get to the bottom of things. I'll see my blade in the belly of those responsible before the month is out, Light willing!
Gwen picks up On Verified Madness. Increadible. A Monster Manual, so to speak. It's no wonder the townsfolk thought the professor was in to necromancy. One thing is troublesome to me: it's as if the professor knew he was going to die. I mean, how else did he know that it was high time to put all these books in a box and call his old friends' favors in?
Tamara, honey, will you open that thing for me? But do be careful. If the professor had necrotic tomes even the air in that chest could be evil.
Well, I for one am not motivated by gold. But if these tomes are seriously dangerous... Gwen picks up one of the books and begins to leaf through it.
Gwen takes offence...
Welp, there's only two reasons we would be in his will. Either the kind professor has left us money, or he's about ask us to do something. You know, "my dearest friends" and "if you are reading this it means I'm dead" and "I hate to ask this of you, but I can think of no other way", and what-not.
Gwen pats the chair inviting Sam to sit down. There, there, poor dear!
Greetings Reverend father, my name is Gwen McBride of Clan McBride, and these are all my friends, Ms. Lorrimor's friends, and friends of the deceased. We humbly request that we be allowed to bury him and share in the grief of his family, for better or worse. Gwen slowly puts the casket down with her friends where directed.
"Perhaps she is a 'ears-person'..." Gwendolyn blushes, her cheeks turning hot pink. Shuh. she commands, steeling herself, and she places the tip of her gloved index finger on Sim's lips. Now's not the time for such things, Master Sim.
her lips brushing against Gwendolyn's ear. Why...I...er...you are welcome, Lady Lorrimor. Daaaaaang... Kellids got some diplomacy skills...
Professor Lorrimor? A Necromancer? I don't think so. Show your evidence at once, good Sir, or else remove yourself if you please. She sets the coffin down with Sam, and casually places her gloved hand upon the hilt of her Greatsword.
Gwen feels a tear come to her eye. Poor professor Lorrimor.
*curtsie* Gwen McBride, at your service, councilors
GM I copied that map and added our icons to the shared map hot linked in my vitals. You are welcome to rob that URL and put in campaign profile or whatever. Everyone has full access to the doc so you can add/delete/move stuff as you see fit!
Gwen relays the story. ...You see, the bastard was the worst kind of evil: playing on peoples faith, hope and fears. In the end they put him in the Old Prison outside town. Though why the girls' song is so gruesome is beyond me.
They must have gotten inspiration from somewhere, or worse... Evil spirits. Exactly my thinking! But it's true, the little ones usually don't know what they are doing. Neverthless, I once let the 12 year old daughter of a witch we caught go free, thinking she was innocent, but we found her sacrificing her little brother in the woods a few months later in a dark ritual. *shrug* My mistake.
Gwen is repulsed by the song. Little witches. I'd like to interrogate those brats some time.
I am not offended Master Sim. There are far worse things in the woods surrounding Ravengro than a foul mouth!
Why, Good thanks! Watching kids all weekend. Yawn.
Gwen knows better than to turn height into a joke around halfling warriors. As long as you all have stature in drinking ale in the Professor's honor after this funeral, I'd say you've stature enough for me. A Paladin? yes. A prude? no.
I shall be honored to help carry him, Lady Lorrimor.
I'm just threw this Tag system idea out to another game of mine. Thanks Sim. Gwen has an in game kiss for you fer that one. At some point:)
Wow that's actually a super good idea...
Never be afraid to nudge Gwen if you need a post from her! Goes for anyone:)
Bless me, apologies for my rudeness! Gwen says with a proper puritan curtsie. I am Gwendolyn McBride of Clan McBride. My family has a small estate outside Ravengro and I knew the Professor as a teacher at university many years ago. I am at your service!
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