Updated Jethnash to a human, and to the higher point buy.

This is a character I had for a recent Carrion Crown game that went under. He is a Samasrian Dirge Bard, but as long as you are still accepting applications I can change him to a human.

Hope things get better, and I am willing to wait.

Jethnash nods a wave of relief coming over him as he no longer has to go to the temple of Pharasma on his own.

"Well then we should go before it gets too late. Would anyone else care to join us?"

Jethnash is perfectly fine with anybody else willing to join the group as they head to the temple, and when they get there he looks to Rhia in the hopes that she can get them in.

"I think they might be more willing to listen to what you have to say rather than what I have to say, but I will try and help if I can."

"Maybe we should try to get some more information since we do have a month before we must go return these books. I would not mind seeing what the temple of Pharasma knows, but I do not know anything about the temple, or its people. Would any of you mind help me with this, or should we all try to gain entry into the temple?"

Jethnash clearly looks around for someone to help as he seems unwilling to go to the temple on his own.

Jethnash takes some time to go over the books as well.

"We should keep an eye out for any key that might belong to this book." Indicating the purple tome.

K. Arcana: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
K. religion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"Well it seems the Professor had one last job for us besides guarding his daughter. I say we investigate these ruins, but some preparations before to handle these ghost would be useful. I wonder what I can recall of these creatures."

K. Religion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

I was waiting on what was in the book.

Jethnash thinks about the books wondering what secrets they might hold.

"I would love to help out on this last task for my departed friend."

Walking over to Kendra Jethnash offers her a bow.

"I will gladly guard you for one month for the Professor's peace of mind."

Jethnash steps up to the stage.

"Many of us have known Professor Lorimor through his work, and we have all been affected by him in some way. Some of us were friends, some of us family, some of us were research assistants, and some of us who were just acquaintances, but all of us knew and cared about this man. It is sad to see that now he lies here dead, but now we who remain shall continue on his work, and memory. May Pharasma bless his soul as he travels, and wherever he goes may there be something to research when he gets there."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Jethnash tries to understand why the man would claim that the Professor is a necromancer.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

"The Professor is not a necromancer he is simply a man who dedicated his life to helping others. He deserves to be buried as is appropriate for a man of his station. Besides you have no power here the priest is the final arbiter on who is allowed in to the graveyard. Unless you wish to claim he is also a necromancer?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

"Please leave the young lady alone. She is grieving for her father, and you should stay out of the way."

Jethnash traveled to Ravengo as quick as he possibility could on foot, after receiving his letter. He was filled with relief mixed with sadness when he was able to arrive on time to the Professor's estate.

Making his introduction at the door to Kendra, and showing her the letter. Traveling inside he removes the dirt of his travels with magic, and bows to the young woman.

"Thank-you for letting me in. I know I cannot ever feel the loss that you have, but know that I will try to keep the name of the Professor alive though the ages. I have no problem with being a pallbearer for your honorable father."

Waiting a bit to make sure he is not rude Jethnash brings up a subject that is troubling him.

"I have noticed that many people have refused to help, or even speak to me. Is this something normally experienced by outsiders, or does this have another cause?"

dot.

Jethnash follows closely behind Angus out into the rain.

"Well then let's stand for the right thing this time."

Jethnash gets up to follow Angus.

"Well now I have to know how this tale ends. Will it be a triumph of the hero, or will another Whispering Tyrant rise this night?"

Jethnash glances out the window.

"Oh, it looks like a person is committing the act you refer to as murder. Or maybe he's just chopping up a body to hide it? Do you think we should try, and see if we can help?"

"I will try to make it one of my best. A story about a swordsman tutored by a scholar who later on in his life became a legend with the blade. I can almost see the notes now."

Jethnash pulls up his journal and begins to write in it.

"Thank-you for bring me this tale."

"I'll take another ale like what I had before, thank-you for the drink. Do forgive me for my impertinence, but you said you were going to a funeral. Would this happen to be the funeral of one Professor Lorrimor?"

Almost as an after thought Jethnash adds in.

"This must sound very quick, but would you mind if I composed a song about you? You seem to be an interesting fellow, and I would hate to forget such a person if worst would come to worst."

Jethnash glances at the new arrival and answers a few questions about the inn.

"Well considering the way the bartender has been acting I'm sure that this inn is run by ghosts. You'll be served your soup by a little girl who most likely died in some horrible fashion involving water, and our barkeep is most likely the spirit of the homicidal maniac who ran this bar when it first opened, but that's just a guess. Of course it could just be a hyped up gimmick to make you afraid, but it couldn't be that. Could it?"

Jethnash grins at the end of this tale winking at the bartender.

Don't forget Jethnash.

Jethnash winces as the small girl wails, and runs away, but he makes no move to stop her.

"Crazy, yes, I can see that."

Glaring at the warrior as he leaves Jethnash takes his ale and quickly downs it. As the little girl brings soup around, and talks about some 'person' Jethnash takes interest.

"He's here? Would he mind telling his tale so I could write it down in a song? It sounds interesting enough to want to remember."

I wonder if ghosts are the missing ingredient to my work? Well it matters not I will find out soon enough.

Jethnash slowly eats the soup as he ponders the question of his research, and work.

Jethnash chuckles.

"He'll get to you when he has the time just as he'll get to everybody."

Jethnash walks into the tavern covered in rain, mud, and other debris of the road. Before even looking at the rest of the room he whispers a few words, and his cloak is suddenly clean again.

He walks up to the bar, and sits in a chair off to the side of the other bar patrons.

Pulling off his cloak he reveals a face that is paler than that of a corpse. The only color to his face is a small undertone of blue as he glances at the bartender, and waves him over.

"I require some of your worst ale please."

Jethnash simply sits there, and glances at the other patrons as he waits for his ale to arrive.

Here is Void Dragon's submission a Samsarian Dirge Bard.