Joran Vhane

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Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

Red-Handed:
The dwarf turns to face Brooks, hooking his thumbs in his belt. "Well, I imagine it is a matter of one's exposure to conspiracies. While this may seem run-of-the-mill to you," he bows in the professor's direction slightly "I have little experience with any criminal enterprises more complex than the odd confidence game or loan-sharking. I suppose this will be an education."

"Still..." he strokes his beard, his eyes wandering to the smear of blood on the stone floor "damned peculiar."


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

Red-Handed:
Horst bristles and fumes, pacing a few steps back and forth.

"This just keeps getting more and more damnably strange! A King's ransom in misappropriated coin! An innocent girl dead! Her killer with the onions to be walking under the very nose of the Provost's office! Father's Tears, (makes the Fivefold Sign) but it's madness!


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

Red-Handed:
Horst jumps to his feet and takes a step of the dais before catching himself. With visible effort, he unclenches his fists as he speaks.

"What lies on the floors below us, Lord Provost?"


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

Red-Handed:
The Provost's tone strikes Horst. The old man had heretofore not overtly asserted the weight of his authority into his voice, instead allowing it to loom silently over the proceedings. "Strange..." He muses internally. "What has changed?"

The dwarf turns to face the Provost and, after a moment, he bows deferentially and steps back.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

Red-Handed:
Horst looks from ths unconscious woman to the prisoners, squaring his shoulders and furrowing his bushy brow. "And what of them? What do they know about what happened to Lydia?"


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

Red-Handed:
Horst gazes at the construct, clearly fascinated. He shifts his head up and down to examine the details of Carolus' mechanics. A joint here, a bundle of metal musculature there. Wonder, confusion, and curiosity play nakedly across his face as he crosses the room to the Warforged and his prisoners. His mouth hangs open in unmasked amazement as he meets Carolus' gaze. He stands there, eyes locked with cunningly crafted ocular sensors for a moment before he takes hold of himself. His mouth snaps shut with an audible clomp, and he clears his throat softly, his eyes averting to the prisoners. His attention settles on the unconscious woman.

"Why... Ahem. Why is this woman still unconscious? If the antidote was strong enough to rouse a big fellow like this (he indicates Burhul with a wave) it surely should have woken her by now."


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

... And It's Only Lunch-Time:
Horst shifts in his seat and nods curtly. "I know a few dealers in high end weaponry who might be helpful for information. Failing that (and given the age and quality of the blade) I know a few merchants who deal in antique or ornamental weapons I can seek out."

He looks the Provost in the eye. "If any of this is going to take us afield for any length of time, I'll need a bit to get my affairs in order at the Cathedral and at my forge." He sits back, a faint smile of pride creeping to his lips. "My boy Njorl is old and skilled enough that he can see to the forge and his brother. A good head on his shoulders, that one, but I just can't not turn up at home and stay gone for weeks or more without warning him."


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

... And It's Only Lunch-Time:
Horst shakes his head solemnly.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

...And It's Only Lunchtime:
The Acolyte sighs heavily. "I'd say "frustratingly common", but your point is made."


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

...And It's Only Lunchtime:
Horst scoffs. "The Father doesn't call on us to be Aesthetes, my friend, and securing a better life for you and yours isn't greed ('provide' is a pretty broad term, after all), but you and yours benefit most when all benefit." The dwarf shifts in his seat, facing the Professor. "Once our own fortunes are secure, we must look to the community around us and secure and improve it so all can prosper. The individual is part of the all. When one benefits, so does the other."

He leans back in his seat "There's a time when commendable and natural self interest turns the corner to greed, and I think it's fair to say that when you steal a small fortune and start spending it to overthrow a city you're a fair piece down the road from mere self interest." A slow grin turns the corner of his bushy mustache up, and a thick eyebrow arches "Or would you suggest, my friend, that sabotage and conquest on the level the Lord Provost suggests is 'perfectly normal'?


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

... And It's Only Lunch-Time:
Horst sits back in his chair and sighs. "The Father teaches us that we only need enough to provide for our children and their future. Thirty-six thousand crowns is surely enough for that."

He looks over at Professor Brooks. "Whoever did this is either motivated by a near-insane greed, or deep hatred."


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

... And It's Only Lunch-Time:
Horst was not high enough in the systems of Mosval to know about these goings on, and he was flummoxed by what he heard.

He leaned forward in his seat, one hand resting on his knee, asking "So who has been skimming from the coffers? More importantly, who steals nearly forty thousand crowns and still has a grudge against this city? What more could they want?" He gestured expansively with his free hand. "And why?"


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

...And It's Only Lunchtime:
Horst watches as the pair turns to leave. He speaks up as Baltor passes.

"Stop by the forge. My boys will see to you. I'll see you when my business here is ended."


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

... And It's Only Lunch-Time:
Horst nods at Baltor's words, his eyes moving from his friend to the Lord Provost. One can afford to antagonize a city's leaders when one does not live in the city. Let's hope he's having a lucky enough day to see himself out of the city in one piece.

Still... A Magelord?

He knew Baltor could be trusted, and he had heard that the Keepers weave plans that move as slowly and inexorably as the growing trees. If the Wood-Masters were concerned enough about this to send Baltor to Mosval...


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

...And It's Only Lunchtime:
Horst stands and addresses those assembled with a clear voice and the ease of a practiced public speaker.

"My Lord Provost, may I present Master Baltor Stoneheart, Stone Warden of the Tor, and his associate, Master Brand Philogynne, hunter, woodsman, and friend to the Keepers." He makes a small gesture towards each in turn. "They bring word touching on Ice Bay. I know Master Baltor of old, and he has my full endorsement."

He nods with curt finality, and takes his seat.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

I just wanted to take the opportunity to say that I am enjoying myself immensely.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

...And It's Only Lunchtime:
Horst claps his friend on the shoulder. "Master Stoneheart and his associate bring word from the Tor that the Reeve will certainly want to hear. Let's be off, my friends!"

Arm still on Baltor's shoulder, Horst begins to strides purposefully past the young woman and toward the door leading to the Reeve's office.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

...And It's Only Lunchtime:
Horst appears taken aback. "Ice Bay? You're headed north at this time of year? What's the matter?"


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

It is worthy of note, Brooks and Nissa, that the friendliness and talkativeness that Horst is displaying upon meeting his friend is far afield of the comparatively taciturn demeanor you have observed up until that point.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

...And It's Only Lunchtime:
Horst's smile remains on his lips, but it fades slightly from his eyes.

"Well met, Master Philogynne!" he says, clasping arms with the Ranger. "We're glad to have you in from the cold here in Mosval. Any friend of Baltor is welcome under my roof."

He turns back to his friend "You're kind to speak of my forge so, but it pales compared to the great smith-halls of the Tor. My true pride is my boys, Father be praised. Njorl will be a full smith in a summer or two, and Lars has his mother's joy in his heart. Luda..." He sighs and shakes his head briefly but meaningfully. "We'll speak of her later."

He gestures to the long table whereupon he is taking his lunch. "For now, come. Sit. What brings you to Mosval, and to the Fortress and Provosts?" Coming over to the table, he indicates his two meal companions. "These are Professor Brooks and Mistress Nissa. We worked together on a bit of... civic business this morning. Nissa, Brooks, this is Baltor Stoneheart, Dwarf of Kedron's Tor and Warden of Stone (a position of note at the Tor), and this is his companion, Master Philogynne: a woodsman and hunter."


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

...And It's Only Lunchtime:

Horst sits and listens to the two humans converse over lunch. They clearly have some experience with each other, and more in common with each other than they do with Horst. He offers up insights when his breadth of knowledge allows, and asks for clarification periodically, nodding over his drink at the answers.

His seat is facing the entryway, and he looks up when the two newcomers enter. He arches an eyebrow and rises from his seat, wiping beer-foam from his whiskers with the back of his hand.

"No! Is that...?" He walks around the table and strides towards the pair, visibly brightening. "Stoneheart? Baltor Stoneheart?" He walks to the dwarf, and they, smiling, share a friendly embrace. "It's been twenty years! Look at you: a dwarf grown hale and hardy!" He looks him over at arm's length. " ...and are those the grays of a Stone Warden? My!"


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:
Horst will arrange Lydia's Final Miracle for early the following afternoon, so the acolytes of the Mother can put together a suitable dress for her (and so Alex et.al. can sleep off their drink and be composed for the ceremony).

After his meeting with the Provost, Horst plans on seeking Alex out to bring him home and make sure everyone has a nice suit of clothes for the proceedings.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

I vote for together as well. Horst would report to the Fortress promptly.


HUNG LO!!!
LUONG HUANG!!!
BEEF JOHNSON!!!


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:

Mother Charis is a kind-eyed woman of middle years, the angles of her slim body showing through her plain green dress. Sister Mireena is a pretty girl just out of her teens: a junior Acolyte at the temple. Her pale blue dress clings to the curves of her body without being immodest. Horst, a head shorter than the women, greets his fellow acolytes just inside the inn, exchanging slight bows and the Sign of the Five Gods.

The dwarf casts his eyes down and stands aside, gesturing toward the body with a sweep of his broad arm. The women approach, assured in green, tentative in blue, with Horst following, grim in black. Mother Charis reaches out and draws the blanket back from Lydia's bloodless face, putting a hand to her chest in a gesture of sorrow at the girl's youth. The two older acolytes then turn to Sister Mireena, both in deference to her and to observe a young servant of the Daughter's first encounter with violent death.

The young woman steps forward sheepishly, but, taking another glance at the body before her, steels herself to fulfill her duty. Noticing Lydia's bare shoulders and the brusing on her neck, Mireena lifts the blanket to observe the rest of the corpse. Seeing the shredded clothes and grisly wound, she blinks, slow and hard, once, before lowering the cloth and covering Lydia's face.

She speaks to Horst without looking back at him, her voice firm and betraying no unease. "Was she...?"

Horst nods at her back "Yes."

The acolyte, of an age with Lydia, nods, and places her hand on the body's forehead. "Be at peace, child of creation, for soon you will be among the gods, and the pains of this world will fade away. Be at peace."

"Be at peace." Horst and Charis repeat in unison.

Behind the acolytes, a small group of devotees and other Temple servants have gathered. The First Rite performed, they move forward to wrap the body in thick grey cloth and bear it out to the waiting cart, Sister Mireena following close behind. Mother Charis looks down to Horst, her face impassive. Sensing his eyes on him, Horst speaks "Her name was Lydia. She worked here. The people here were her only family. There is a young man that would have been her sweetheart..." His voice trails off and he sighs wearily. After a moment, he looks up to meet the woman's gaze. "She was a good girl, Charis. Nobody deserves this, but... she was a good girl."

He clears his throat elaborately and strides out the door to attend the body back to the Temple. The woman in green follows silently.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

Knowledge: Local: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

(Woop!)


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:
Horst notices the woman looking over her shoulder at him and backs away to rest an elbow on a bar stool, listening in, but still giving them space.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:

Horst comes down the stairs, sets the Orc's clothes on the table near the Provost, and watches.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

That said, have Nissa reply as she thinks appropriate. We'll play it as it lays.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

I thought the occupants were removed already. Horst is holding a folded pile of the Orc's clothes. If he glanced in the room and the half elf was still in a state of undress, he would not linger.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:
Heading downstairs, Horst pauses in the doorway when he sees the young Aryind examining a box.

"What do you have there?"


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:
Horst collects, folds, and piles the orc's clothes and turns to leave. He pauses and considers the pitcher for a moment before collecting it.

That Professor mentioned a sleep drug...


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

My money is spent and prices are annotated (though I do have some left over for the purchases we're talking about).

Respectfully, I would suggest putting off these purchases until we know exactly what we are dealing with and where we are going. At that point, we can make purchases that reflect our maintaining a higher quality of life as we travel instead of gnawing on hard tack and jerky for two weeks or more.

Also worth noting: Does anyone have a craft or profession having to do with cooking? Absent someone with those skills, we'll be eating the same beef, potato, and onion stew for every meal ;)

When Horst travels, he travels with a caravan, so he carries personal gear, but leaves a pack of cooking tools in the carts he's hired to carry his wares. When we figure out the next phase of this operation, we can determine how to pack and otherwise allocate our gear

One last note: the key to purifying food and drink is to do it to all the food daily as part of making camp. Once a little bit of rot gets in, it turns into a lot, and you lose more food with PFaD. Maintain it as you go, and the food can last indefinitely (or at least as long as it takes to eat it all).


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:
After the untying is done, Horst says a final prayer over Lydia's body. He then puts a hand on his axe to make sure it is secure on his belt and looks to the young woman. He nods to the doorway leading up.

Shall we?


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:

The dwarf slowly clenches his fists at the Professor's announcement until his knuckles whiten, his calluses creaking faintly. He unclenches them after a moment, but says nothing.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Borom:

Have a look at that edge. I'd have to lay hands on it to be sure, but that knife is a century old and was just driven through an oak table, but the edge is still keen. Whether it's craftsmanship of enchantment at play, I couldn't say, but it's extraordinary."


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:

Horst leans up and steps back from the blade.

"The Father's will is at work here, Provost."

He nods toward the knife.

"I pick up some books from the Church Library from time to time, for when I leave my boy Njorl to tend the forge himself for a few hours. Just last month, I picked up s book about the smiths of old Gondahar. The the book was older than I am.

The maker's mark on that blade is a crest. One of the old noble families used it in their house forge.

A forge gone cold a hundred years since.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

Will do.
Craft: Weapons: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

Done and done:

Aid Another: Heal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

Host checks for a maker's mark on the blade to identify it.

Craft: Weapons: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:

Horst collects a lantern from an adjacent table and holds it near the blade, being careful to keep his distance. He examines be base of the blade near the hilt for a tell-tale maker's mark.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:
Horst Nods and takes down the chairs, arraying them for the assembled to sit. He stands and waits for the weapon to be prepared and presented for his examination.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

Horst will make a Knowledge: Local check to see if he has heard anything useful about the people or goings on of The Sword of Borom.

Knowledge: Local: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:

Horst strokes his beard absently.

"Lydia's only family was Alex and the other girls. They're pretty enough, and men filled with liquor will lay hands on, of an evening, but she had no enemies, as I could tell, or as far as anyone told me."

"As for Alex, he was a Lieutenant in the Scouts in his youth, which made him more friends than anything else, and stopped more trouble than it started, as he has a reputation as a man not to be trifled with. I've seen rowdies tossed out, but would they have the means, knowledge, or inclination to do this?"

"Gus was sweet on Lydia, and he was the one who did the tossing out and peacekeeping for Alex. A little man looking for revenge on a big fellow? A rival for Lydia? I couldn't say."

"Truth be told, I can't say as I know anybody in this part of town who could put this potion together, or afford to have someone do it for them."

"I'll tell you for free, though..."

He gestures toward the body.

"To do this, somebody had a lot of anger. A lot of hate."


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

Horst will make a Knowledge: Religion check to see if the ritualized nature of the rape and killing might be death magic, a perversion of the Quintarian faith, or a type of Sorcery.

Knowledge: Religion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:

The dwarf frowns.

I wondered about how this could have happened without waking the whole place up. Petty-saints can make an area silent, but no servant of the gods would do this. I feared Sorcery.

He turns to look at the Professor.

When you said this was alchemy, I was a bit relieved (though I don't like the idea of anyone with a few bottles and beakers doing something like this).

He turns back to the body, his eyes narrowing, his frown deepening.

But a message? I can't think what Alex might have done to earn a message like this. Perhaps a message to the Provosts that the killer can do as they please.

Horst crosses his arms over his chest and grumbles for a moment.

Perhaps a message to the gods. A plea for a miracle: Death Magic.

He makes the Sign of the Five Gods (forehead, lip, navel, groin, and heart).


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:

Horst listens to the bespectacled man give his report, noting both his thoroughness and the academic fashion in which he describes the girl's violation and death.

Here's a cold fish Horst thinks. Or maybe he just plays his cards close to the vest while he's on the job.

He points at the pommel of the dagger.

Look here. Fresh tool marks on the back of the blade, which went through Lydia, the table, and two inches out the bottom.

Have your people look for a hammer, or even a rock.


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

The Sword of Boram:

Yes. I'm IronBrow.

Horst's dwarvish stoicism constrains his reaction to a faint rueful wince as the corpse is uncovered. He looks back to the old man, but then glances back to the body, approaching the table.

This is... was... Lydia. She was nineteen.

Hands crossed behind his back, he peers at the pommel of the knife, then leans down to look under the table. He comes back up, keeping his distance from the body, but examining the knife's blunt end intently.

Provost... he says, inclining his head toward the knife. Do you see this?


Cleric of The Father 3, HP:30/30, AC:20 T:10 FF: 18, CMD:14, Fort:+5 Ref:+1 Will:+6 (+5vsSpells,SLA's,&Poison), Darkvision 60' Per:+3 SM+9, Init: +0

Urumi fighting.

Wow. Crazy.

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