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Seeing Kendra, Morbury's spirits rise. He nods in appreciation for the compliment. "Did you sleep well enough, Kendra?" He asks, still concerned for her mental welfare. "Yes I slept well Morbury." she smiles softly to him as she sits down to join in the meal. "I think I will move at the end of the month. I don't wish to stay in this small town all my life."
Kendra later comes down the stairs, giving a sheepish smile.
Kendra doesn't respond for a while after the shock, but she manages to pull through in a mix of a tearful sigh, looking up at Morbury and suddenly leaning over and wrapping her arms around him tightly. She started to cry into his shoulder, hurt and wanting to let it all out.
Kendra smiles as she appear to be glad that you are all okey.
You find no problems getting back to Kendra's home, even running across the girls from earlier who smile andwave in your direction. Kendra comes to the the door with a welcoming smile once she sees you've arrive back.
"I'm sorry, but the things I have heard...I know that many are just stories, but there is always the fear that whatever is there might be responsable for what's happening here and if that is true, then I am not afraid to admit my fear, I am sorry." she bows her head down in shame. "I will be back at home if you need me. I hope you won't be long up there. No one has been there for many years."
"I hope she doesn't get herself into trouble. People here are still not very trust worthy of strangers, however since you all managed to get here I assume you can handle yourselves." she smiled as she looks about the group. "Is there anywhere else you wish to go? I'd like to return home and continue thinking about my decision."
Kendra ** spoiler omitted ** Rauno:
"Some of your spells do interest me. I have some of my own that you may wish to look at." she says as she holds her spellbook close to her.
Darcy:
Kendra smiles to the grou and back to Mobury.
The Mosswater Marauder (Ispin Onyxcudgel): Only 5 years before his hometown of Mosswater was destined to be overrun and ruined by monsters from the nearby river, Ispin Onyxcudgel was a well-liked artisan and a doting husband. When he discovered his wife’s infidelity, he flew into a jealous rage and struck her dead with his hammer, shattering her skull and his sanity with one murderous blow. Wracked with shame and guilt, Ispin became convinced that if he could rebuild his wife’s skull she would come back to life—but unfortunately, he could not find the last blade-shaped fragment from the murder site. So instead, Ispin became the Mosswater Marauder. Over the course of several weeks, the cunning dwarf stalked and murdered nearly 20 people while searching for just the right skull fragment. He was captured just before murdering the daughter of a visiting nobleman from Varno, and was carted off to Harrowstone that same night.
The Splatter Man (Hean Feramin): Professor Feramin was a celebrated scholar of Anthroponomastics (the study of personal names and their origins) at the Quartrefaux Archives in Caliphas. Yet an accidental association with a succubus twisted and warped his study, turning it into an obsession. Feramin became obsessed with the power of a name and how he could use it to terrify and control. Soon enough, his reputation was ruined, he’d lost his tenure, and he’d developed an uncontrollable obsession with an imaginary link between a person’s name and what happens to that name when the person dies. Every few days, he would secretly arrange for his victim to find a letter from her name written in blood, perhaps smeared on a wall or spelled out with carefully arranged entrails. Once he had spelled his victim’s name, he would at last come for her, killing her in a gory mess using a complex trap or series of rigged events meant to look like an accident.
Kendra goes pale at the connection of this song and that is clearly had some kind of connection, especially combined with the info they came up with earlier.
Rauno and Kendra enter the townhall. It looks like the typical town hall in any small village and you are shown by one of the people working there where the records are and you start to research some more info on the prisoners of Harrowstone.
The Lopper:
The Mosswater Mauauder:
The Splatter Man:
Rauno & Mobury:
As you approch the guards at first seem adament to say no, but then Kendra gets into a conversation with them. "Kendra, we know of your father's death, but we still don't wish to allow these strangers near our sensitive records." one said, really not wanting to argue and keeping his sword sheathed. Kendra attempts to approch this in a diplomatic manner.
Darcy & Skyrn:
Arriving at Kendras you find yourselves waiting a few hours before you notice the three moving into town and heading towards the town hall.
Mobury and Rauno:
"I'm sorry what tune was that?" Kendra smiles and then gives Mobury a jokingly pat on the back. "As I said, I used to sing it when I was their age." she nods at Rauno's suggestion of researching at the Unfurling Scroll.
Skyrn and Darcy: "What actions? I just went to bed and then I woke up in here." he grits his teeth as he lears at the pair of you.
** spoiler omitted ** Mobury and Rauno:
"I don't know. I heard it even when I was a little girl. Just a song kids sing I guess." she shrugs her shoulders not knowing if there is a deeper meaning to the song or not. "Could ask the kids, but I doupt it."
Kendra enjoys breakfast too with the group and once everyone is full she rises and leaves with Mobury and Rauno whilst Darcy and Skyrn head to the jail house. Mobury, Raundo and Kendra:
As the three of you are making your way to the Unfurling Scroll you notice a group of five Varisian girlsdressed in shawls and dresses playing a skipping rope game at the side of the road. Each of the girls takes a turn, jumping in the rope whilst singing two lines of a very morbid song. The way in which they switch from skipping to passing the ends of the rope to each other to keep the whole thing going is strikingly well timed and well choreographed. The song repeats over and over in the five verses which follows: Put her body on the bed.
Darcy and Skyrn: As you approch you can tell Gibs is awake from hearing his shouting and screaming to be released. "Let me out of here! What have I done?" he continues to shout whilst the guards threaten him to calm down. Once you arrive there are two new guards taking the posts and at first they attempt to block your path.
"Good Morning, Mobury. Please, you can call me Kendra. All of you can." she says as she smiles to towards Mobury and the others. If she was feeling awkward, she certainly wasn't showing it. "It's no trouble. I felt like I...had to do this for you. You all knew my father so well and I owe you so much that, I felt this is the least I could do."
She laughs, shaking her head. "It's okey Mobury. You need to relax." she smiles as she backs away. "Now, I think we all need our rest. I need to do get ready for tomorrow to help you with the research." as she said this she heads upstairs to her own bedroom.You get the feeling you did nothing wrong, but she is in a very rough patch after discovering her father's death was not a accident.
Kendra is waiting downstairs in the morning, dressed in a simple dress and seemingly feeling much better.
Kendra smiles as Mobury conforts her in this way, being such a kind gentleman and so supportive. He had really cared for her and showed more interest in supporting her in this difficult need than going off to investigate the crypt her father had investigated. She felt a certain closeness to him and when he asked that she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips lightly, breaking it immediately as she looks up into his eyes.
Kendra nods as she looks over at Morbury. "Yes, I'd like to discuss something privately with you Mobury." she sighs and wipes away her tears.
"Mobury, You have been so kind to me and comforting in these hard time." she gets up, packing away the board "I was afraid to accept it, but I was right. The jurnal was too suspecious for it to be a coincidence. I feel better knowing the truth. Mobury, I want to ask something of you, but I am afraid of what you might say."
The air is quite, everything so still as the spirit takes it's time and then the triangle moves to point over at a single word already prepared on the board. The answer, that will shock everyone in this world to their core "No" and with that Kendra seems to come to, though from the pale colour of her skin you get the feeling that she was still aware of her surroundings when doing this and she bites her lip as tears come to her eyes.
Kendra smiles and nods, glad that he would help her.
By the time Mobury and any others return, the dining table is set and Kendra sits at the head of the table.
What do you wish to know? DM:
vs DC 11 You assume that the magic item has worked and you get to ask your single question. Kendra appears to be in some kind of trance, but unharmed.
Morbury looks at her with a great deal of worry, yet at the same time, wondering if this would actually help in uncovering information that would help them in knowing what really happened to her father. "Madam, if it is truly something you wish to do, then I will assist you completely." He says with a great deal of trepidation. "But, I must also tell you, this has me truly worried for your safety. With there being a chance of a spirit possessing you, it seems quite dangerous." He says with a continued worried look. Looking at Kendra he thinks to himself, If it was your parents that died mysteriously, wouldn't you go to great lengths to find out as well, Morbury? You've spoken with her, she is a strong woman, trust in her. Coming to grips with his thoughts, "Again, if this is something you feel you must do, I will be here to help you in all ways possible, as I have said, Madam Kendra." He bows his head in affirmation. "I feel that I must" she nods as she looks over to Mobury "Please, head to bed like all the others, you have all had a long night and I'm certain you willall wany to be at full strength in the morning." As she says this she smiles softly towards Mobury, putting her hand on his knee in some way to comfort you and in a way herself. After a while she moves away but remains silent.
Returning to the items on the table, he remembers something he and Kendra spoke on earlier. "Madam, I remember you spoke of being a diviner. Would this planchette possibly be of any use to you? Or for that matter, do any of these items help answer any questions you may have that could possibly help us in this investigation?" "Mobury...this item appears to be able to reach into the afterlife to contact the spirits, however there is the ever presant fear of a spirit attempting to possess the user's body." she looks at it, taking it out of the box and examining the board and the metal Planchette. "This type appears to only allow one question per day. It's answers are vauge and if we are to use this item we should all sit down for a séance. If we could speak to the other side we will know for certain of any question we wish to ask it." she bites her lip for a moment and then sighs deeply. "If we do this, I voulenteer to ask the question, but we can only do this once a day and only ask a single question. What do you think?" she seems determined to find whatever answer there could possibly be to what happened to her father as the jurnal has cast a odd suspecion on the entire event.
Kendra listened intently as Mobury says about everything and that happened and agrees to hear the rest. Her eyes widened as she appears concerned, but at the same time curious at what evil possibly possessed her. "This is very diturbing, I wish I could discover what was going on." she scratches her chin as she thinks on this and then looks over to Mobury "You don't need to worry, I know Ustalav has a dark past with necromancy so I have grown to expect these things. I'm more concerened about what what happened to your friends and what they found in the Crypt. There might be something in there that could answer a few questions."
"I'm glad to see you are all alright. Mobury and I were getting worried something had happened." Kendra says with a smile as she gets up to greet everyone. "Mobury has chosen his room, I left a note there and a note on mine and my father's so you all can have your own pick of the rooms without unpacking in someone else's room.
"I am flattered over your worries, but do not worry. I have lived here safely these past few weeks whilst waiting for all of you to arrive." she smiles to Mobury, seemingly understand him as she pulls out a dagger. "Not to mention, I can protect myself with this and my spells. Please take this potion of cure light wounds." she passes over to Mobury, hoping it'll help.
"Nor I, Madam, nor I. But I do have a strong feeling there is more to it than what we know on the surface." He ponders it a moment as he slowly paces. "Madam, when Miss Darcy and myself were out and about earlier today, we stopped by the Unfurling Scroll to see if we could gather any information on Harrowstone. Sadly, attempting to ascertain said information proved to be beyond our capabilities. But the proprietor of the shop did mention that you, Madam, might know of a bit of history on it. Is there any information you might know about it that might help us? Perhaps some information on the prisoners that died in the fire?" He asks carefully. "If I am asking too much, Madam, do not worry yourself in answering. You have been through a lot today, Madam Kendra, I would completely understand if you would rather not speak on it." He says, hoping that makes her feel more at ease. She nods understandingly as Morbury shares with her his own suspecions on these events. "Yes, I do have some knowledge of the history of Ravengrow and Harrowstone. If you wish I could got to the Unfurling Scroll and research Harrowstone, with your assistance as I am sure there are certain things you will want me to concentrait on." she smiles as she would be glad to help.Knowledge Check "There isn't much I recall right away about Harrowstone besides the fire destroying it in 4661 and has remained vacant. There are also tales of it being haunted, but I'm afraid at the moment that's all I know unless I do some research tomorrow."
"You do not need to thank me for listening. I like to talk about my father as it helps." she smiled slightly as she didn't like to bring up the pain so soon. Kendra doesn't know what to do as their eyes meet and as he is about to say something she waited for what he was about to say, but then sighed as he said it wasn't important.
"It's quite alright. I've lived a sheltered life so I've never been so close to a man removing his clothing besides my father when I was a little girl." she says shyly "It's not your fault, you don't need to apologise." At the mention of her mother she nods and gives a embaressed smile.
At the commend about how nice her home is she bows softly with a smile. "Thank you, umm Mr Dedlock." she seemed unsure about simply calling you that, but once you mention about getting changed changed she blushes slightly and turns about, facing down the hall and away from the door, only turning back to look at the painting. [b]"Oh, that's my mother. Her name of Laura. The painting was made so many years ago and my father must've hung it on the wall whenever he needed inspiration in his work I guess." she trails off, rubbing her arm absentmindedly as she clearly doesn't feel comfortable being near someone when they're getting out of their armour.
Remembering he has already been in there once, he mentally berates himself of his foolishness. What happen to limit yourself, Morbury? "I guess I should say, wind up in there again, by mistake. Forgive me, Madam," he says as he rubs his eyes, "with all that has been running through my mind," he sighs as he stops and turns his head to look at her directly, "I," he continues but gets himself caught up in her gaze for one slight moment, then just as quickly, mentally shakes himself free. "I, um, completely forgot about our search earlier and cannot seem to remember which room it was." He says with a shrug and an awkward smile, hoping his momentary lapse doesn't betray him. Quickly gathering his wits about him, he continues, "I will be more observant this time, I promise!" He says playfully and with a big smile as raises both his hands up as if surrendering. I do not understand why these thoughts continue to invade. I must remember what I am. This is my lot in life. I have accepted that. Calm yourself, Morbury. Just calm down and stop being a fool. Kendra smiles as she shows you to one of the spare bedrooms. It was a study recently converted to a bedroom, but it is placed right next to her own bedroom, marked in advanced with a sign that says "Kendra's" The windows overlook the town centre and up on the wall hangs a painting of a beautiful young woman who looks a lot like Kendra, only her hair is loose and pitch black. "Don't fret, my father was often the same, forgetting things as he ran around and did his research. At times he got so engrossed in research that he once burnt his meal in the oven." she giggled remember arriving home to a kitchen full of smoke and sighs as the pain of her father returns, though she doesn't show it. "I hope the room is to your liking." she gives a soft smile as she hands you a key to the door.
"They have been out for a bit, but I assume they have tried to approch the area stealthly so they could be taking their time. I'm sure they'll come back with some news." she smiles and then stands up "Can I help you unpack or do you wish to alone?"
DM:
Gib's Stealth
Raundo:
Darcy and Skyrn:
You both notice the man who was in charge of the group of thugs who were trying to stop the burial. He appears to be sneaking in the shadows, wearing night clothing and holding a warrazor in one hand whilst the other hand he has a wineskin.
"No, you havn't offended me dear sir." she smiled as she wanted to make him feel more at home. "Well, perhaps you could consider me a friend?" she asks curiously as she takes a sip from her tea and continues to smile softly.
contents of the sarcophagus:
You notice that there is considerable space where items are possibly missing, but it's hard to notice as there are so many items in here and so much space. You manage to find the following: a dozen silver arrows
and a thin darkwood case decorated with an image of a scarab with a single eye glaring from its back—the same design that appears on the cover of the Manual of the Order of the Palatine Eye among the books in the professor’s collection. The darkwood case is worth 50 gp, and contains three objects of interest—a spirit board with a brass spirit planchette, and four iron and glass vials containing tiny, churning clouds of vapor. The vials sit in velvet-lined indentations to the left of the spirit board and planchette, along with six empty indentions—leaving 4 in these indentations but 2 obviously missing areas. The six vials are all valuable magic items called haunt siphons.
Spirit planchette:
Aura moderate divination; CL 9th Slot none; Price 4,000 gp (brass planchette), 10,000 gp (cold iron planchette), 18,000 gp (silver planchette); Weight 5 lbs. Description A spirit planchette is typically found in a wooden case along with a thin wooden board printed with numerous letters and numbers. Nonmagical versions of these divination tools can be purchased in curiosity shops (typically costing 25 gp); while these items can be used as alternative components for augury spells, only magical spirit planchettes allow users to communicate with the other side. Three types of spirit planchettes exist—brass, cold iron, and silver. Each in turn allows an increasingly potent form of divination effect to be utilized. A spirit planchette requires a board to move upon, but this “board” can be made up of letters scribed upon any smooth surface—it need not be a prepared board for a spirit planchette to work. To use a spirit planchette, you must rest your fingers lightly upon the planchette’s surface and then concentrate on the planchette (as if maintaining a spell with a duration of concentration) for 2d6 rounds while the planchette attunes itself to the ambient spirits of the area. After this time, the planchette begins to slowly slide in random patterns across the board—at this point, questions may be asked of the spirits by any of the individuals involved in the séance. The consequences of each question asked of the spirits depends upon what type of planchette is used for the divination, as summarized on the able below. The spirits reply in a language understood by the character
Communication with spirits can be a dangerous task, for many spirits are jealous or hateful of the living. Every time a spirit planchette is used, the user must succeed on a Will save to avoid being temporarily possessed and harmed by the angry spirits. In some areas where the spirits are particularly violent or hateful, this Will save takes a –2 penalty. The DC of this save depends on the type of spirit planchette being used. Anyone who fails the Will save becomes confused for a number of rounds (depending on the type of planchette being used), and no answer is received. The spirits in the area are not omniscient—the GM should decide whether or not the spirits would actually know the answer to the question asked, and if they do not, the answer granted is automatically “maybe.” If the GM determines that the spirits are knowledgeable about the answer, roll d% to determine whether the spirits speak truthfully or whether they lie.
Brass gives you a single question per use, DC is 11, confusion duration lasts 1 round, 1-60% chance of a true answer and 61-100% a lie. Construction
Haunt Siphon:
Aura faint necromancy; CL 3rd Slot none; Price 400 gp; Weight 1 lb. Description These glass vials are held within stylized cold-iron casings etched with strange runes, necromantic designs, or other eldritch markings. Within the vial roils a small wisp of white vapor, churning as if caught in a miniature vortex of air. To capture a haunt’s energies within a haunt siphon, you need only twist the metal casing to open the vial in the same round that the haunt manifests (a standard action)—this can be before or after the haunt has acted. You must be within the haunt’s area of influence to use a haunt siphon. When you activate a haunt siphon, it deals 3d6 points of positive energy damage to a single haunt. If it deals enough damage to the haunt to reduce the haunt’s hit points to 0, the mist inside the haunt siphon glows green—if it does not reduce the haunt to 0 hit points, the haunt siphon is still expended and becomes nonmagical. It may take multiple haunt siphons to destroy powerful haunts. A haunt that is neutralized by a haunt siphon takes a –5 penalty on its caster level check to manifest again after its reset time passes. A haunt siphon that neutralizes a haunt can no longer be used to harm haunts, but it can be used as a grenadelike splash weapon that deals 1d6 points of negative energy damage with a direct hit. Every creature within 5 feet of the point where the haunt siphon hits takes 1 point of negative energy damage from the splash.
She appears caught off guard by the question as colour fills her cheeks.
They both appear to remain in silent for a bit before Morbury poses the question about the home.
"If my father had the key I'm sure he would've included it with the others or left it somewhere for it to be found." she says as she thinks for a moment, not knowing what the book is nor it's presance amungst the pile. "Best not to hurt yourself thinking it over too hard, that's what my father always taught me. To relax, put the puzzle at the back of my mind and then when I wake up the next day, it's solved before me. For now we could talk in more detail. All I know about you is what you said about my father at the funeral, but I'd like to know more from your side."
centipede The giant centipede bites at Skyrn once more, yet completely missed Skyrn who side-steps it and from the attack it over-exhurts itself and collapses as the wound streaches bigger and it bleeds out. attack:
There are no more giant centipedes nearby, but there is a large sarcophogus at the end of the crypt and a hole in a wall where the vermin must've entered from. Back at the Lorrimor Home "Such a interesting life, though, not without pain I can imagine from what you said." she smiles as she takes her time when talking about her father. "He was a good man my father. He used to teach at Lepidstadt university, but when I was ten he retired and we moved here together. My mother had recently passed away so moving was the best for both of us. He didn't say much about what he was doing when he went away on those long trips where he must've met you and the others, but it gave me time to research and to become the diviner I am now." she says with a soft smile and thinking for a moment. "Like everyone else I knew nothing about what he did and certain books that recovered were always questionable, but whenever I asked what he was using the books for, he never told me. That Gibs along with a few others in the town claimed it was because he was a necromancer or was planning to build flesh golems, but I knew my father wasn't up to anything like that and I can see why he didn't tell me as he wished to keep me out of danger." she smiles as she nods over to him and sighs looking over him "It was always so lonely when he wasn't here, but now it's going to be even lonlier. I doupt I'll stay here after the month has passed."
Breaking him from his reverie, "Hm? Oh, forgive me, I was still attempting to discern where your father may have hidden the key." He says as he reaches over and grabs a cup of tea. "Thank you, Madam. I had some of your tea earlier and I must say, it is quite good." He says with a smile as he takes a sip. "Anyway, I was just wondering if your father may have left this key with his friend in Lepistadt, seeing how that is where we are to take the books a month hence from now." Taking another sip, "Or maybe he has it hidden out in the open, making it the last place anyone would look." He looks at Kendra for a moment, a look of thought upon his face. "But I just do not know. One as intelligent as your father, it is difficult for one such as I to understand one such as he. Wherever this key is, it is not going to be easy to find." He states as a matter of fact as he takes another sip. "If my father had the key I'm sure he would've included it with the others or left it somewhere for it to be found." she says as she thinks for a moment, not knowing what the book is nor it's presance amungst the pile. "Best not to hurt yourself thinking it over too hard, that's what my father always taught me. To relax, put the puzzle at the back of my mind and then when I wake up the next day, it's solved before me. For now we could talk in more detail. All I know about you is what you said about my father at the funeral, but I'd like to know more from your side."
Morbury sitting with his hand over his mouth, in a pose of pondering, contemplates on the possible location of the key. I wonder if the Professor had a secret room or some such that he could have hid the key in? It is possible, that Madam Embreth Daramid in Lepistadt has it. But that would not make any sense, though, since the Professor himself could not open the book unless he were to travel there. It is possible though. He breathes deeply as he runs his hands through his hair and then puts his hands together into the shape of a ball and places his chin on top. Think, think, think Morbury! Racking his brains, still trying to figure out where that key could possibly be, Morbury becomes mentally frustrated. Bah! This man was far too intelligent for someone such as myself to figure out where he could have possibly hidden something. It is probably right under our noses. What better place to hide something than out in the open, where no one would look. He then sits back in his chair, crosses his arms and leans his head back on the rest, staring up at the ceiling, still wondering. Returning with a tray Kendra sets down at a table and smiles towards Morbury. "Copper peice for your thoughts?" she asks curiously as she sits down and sips her own cup of tea as she pays attention.
"Yes, but it is surely nothing. These are only stories I have heard of other locations. If the crypt your friends are visiting is indeed false as my father said in his jurnal and he was able to enter and exit without being harmed then the others are fine, I'm sure." she smiles lightly as she slowly places her own hand on Morbury's.Relieving him of his fears, he relaxes at her words. "Perhaps you are right." he grins. "I almost got carried away there. Thank you for reminding me about the journal's entry. I had almost forgotten." He says. Then noticing Kendra place her hand on his, Morbury thinking nothing of it, places his other hand on top of hers. "I nearly bolted out of here without even thinking properly of the situation. Again, I thank you for keeping me from making too hasty of a rash decision." He says as he gently pats the top of her hand. "If my father thought you were all important enough to be added in his will for whatever reason then I too trust you and your companions can find and recover magic items with ease." she gives a smile as she moves her hand away and stands up. "I'll just get us some tea whilst we wait. I doupt they'll be too long and I hope they don't attract anyone's attention."
Morbury looks curiously at her, "Madam Kendra, are you talking about the crypt that the others are currently investigating as we speak?" He asks with a worried tone. "Yes, but it is surely nothing. These are only stories I have heard of other locations. If the crypt your friends are visiting is indeed false as my father said in his jurnal and he was able to enter and exit without being harmed then the others are fine, I'm sure." she smiles lightly as she slowly places her own hand on Morbury's.
Back at the Lorrimor home:
"No, nothing of interest, but I do see where you are going with this. No, he gave me nothing that would've hidden a key. I checked when you were researching and the others were out in Ravengro." he smiles towards Morbury. "I hope the others will be alright. I had no idea my father went to the crypt and I have heard stories of necromancers of have undead minions guarding their treasures."
"Not of what I know. All I can think of is the box with those books in, but we have already searched it." she shrugs as she continues to wonder about the key. "I will search the room with you if you like." Kendra nods with a slight blush as he says how delighted he is. "He collected many books on the arcane magical theory and divine woreship. Unfortunatly his collection put people at ends with him since he collected texts detailing what many people consider evil acts. Creating undead, flesh golems and communicating with all kinds of evil outsiders." with a sigh you see she has her father's jurnal in her hands. "I didn't know why he collected such evil books and didn't burn them, but having read his jurnal I understand why he collected these books. You have to learn all you can about evil to be armed against evil. It's silly now, but I was afraid he was going senial or being possessed by something."Whilst she is talking you are searching the room behind books, inside books and through all the various draws of musty old cloths, under the furnature, but you can't find a hint at a key for the book.
"Thank you. Do not worry, I will make sure everything remains as is. It will be like I was never here." He grins. He then begins to search the room, albeit very carefully. "Another question, if I may? Did your father have a certain item, a..." he attempts to think of a word that would fit, "oh, what is it I am looking for... an item of special significance, perhaps?" He blurts out, relieved he found the phrase he was looking for. "Like, most young ladies would keep a music box, what would your father have that would be equivalent to such a keepsake, if any?" "Not of what I know. All I can think of is the box with those books in, but we have already searched it." she shrugs as she continues to wonder about the key. "I will search the room with you if you like."
Morbury, curious as to what this book may contain, turns to Kendra, "Madam, would you object if I were to search through your father's room to see if I could locate a key for this book? It is highly probable that your father may have some important information that might lead to more unanswered questions." He says but refuses to push the subject as he knows she is still having to deal with the grief of her father's death. Kendra nods with a smile. "Sure, I havn't yet sorted out his room. Let's go and investigate." as she says this she makes sure to lead the way to her father's old room, opening the door and letting Morbury in first before following him in.Like the rest of the house the room is lined with books, though it seems to be quite dusty and musty here. She brushes some dust aside and sighs
"No, I've never seen this book before in my life." she explains as she looks at the book, having no idea why her father had these strange books. @Darcy: You notice that the book is untrapped and the cover appears to be quite beautiful in colour. After Rauno has read out the passages in the jurnal Kendra remains putting on a brave face, though tears start to creep out from her eyes.
Kendra returns with the chest. It's a small object of oak and iron, but clearly weighs a bit. She sets it down and is nervous as Rauno opens the chest with the key, which fits into the lock perfectly. As it opens there are several old tomes and one relatively new which sits on top of the pile bearing the prase "Read me now!" scratched into the leather cover. At first glance it looks like a ledger of somekind.
Kendra looks over at the golden and red scales of Raundo, but doesn't mention it as this has all been strange having written out the notes that she sent to everyone to invite them here in the first place for the reading. Just at that moment a man comes to the door. Kendra gets up to answer the door, greeting a familiar face from earlier.
"I would've been here sooner, but I needed to fill out some paper work." he explains as he makes his way, though appears surprised by the group's presance, but continues as he sits at the dining table, expecting you all to join as you hear him read out the will. Once everyone is seated, Kendra gives a nod and Councilman Hearthmount clears his throat before reading out the parchment he has.
“Yet beyond the bequeathing of my personal effects, this document must serve other needs. I have arranged for the reading of this document to be delayed until all principals can be in attendance, for I have more than mere inheritance to apportion. I have two final favors to ask. “To my old friends, I hate to impose upon you all, but there are few others who are capable of appreciating the true significance of what it is I have to ask. As some of you know, I have devoted many of my studies to all manner of evil, that I might know the enemy and inform those better positioned to stand against it. For knowledge of one’s enemy is the surest path to victory over its plans. “And so, over the course of my lifetime, I have seen fit to acquire a significant collection of valuable but dangerous tomes, any one of which in the wrong circumstances could have led to an awkward legal situation. While the majority of these tomes remain safe under lock and key at the Lepidstadt University, I fear that a few I have borrowed remain in a trunk in my Ravengro home. While invaluable for my work in life, in death, I would prefer not to burden my daughter with the darker side of my profession, or worse still, the danger of possessing these tomes herself. As such, I am entrusting my chest of tomes to you, posthumously. I ask that you please deliver the collection to my colleagues at the University of Lepidstadt, who will put them to good use for the betterment of the cause. “Yet before you leave for Lepidstadt, there is the matter of another favor—please delay your journey one month and spend that period of time here in Ravengro to ensure that my daughter is safe and sound. She has no one to count on now that I am gone, and if you would aid her in setting things in order for whatever she desires over the course of this month, you would have my eternal gratitude. From my savings, I have also willed to each of you a sum of one hundred platinum coins. For safekeeping, I have left these funds with Embreth Daramid, one of my most trusted friends in Lepidstadt—she has been instructed to issue this payment upon the safe delivery of the borrowed tomes no sooner than one month after the date of the reading of this will. “I, Petros Lorrimor, hereby sign this will in Ravengro on this first day of Calistril, in the year 4720.” Once he finishes, Councilman Vashian looks to Kendra, who thanks him.
Morbury seeing the pain on the woman's face, refrains from asking any other questions. Did he go alone? If so, why? And why would he go at night? That would be the worst time to go. Especially being human. All these questions running through his mind. "I will impress upon you no further, Madam. Forgive me for asking." "It's okey I found his dissappearence...odd. If I asked him where he was going or what he was doing he'd tell me nothing, but insisted it was to keep me safe." she points out, smiling at how concerned Morbury is as are the rest of the group.
Turning from his examination of several books when Kendra re-enters the room, Skyrn speaks. "I too have no idea why I would be mentioned in his will. While I greatly appreciate what he has done for me, I had no idea that anything like this would happen to me; perhaps it had something to do with the manner of his death? If you don't mind me asking, how did he die?" Kendra grows silent, but nods as she knows you would all wish to know what happened. "He was exploring old Harrowstone. It used to be a penetentury where the most vile criminals in all of Golarian were taken. I...do not know much, most people stay away from there because of the sounds of wailing at night, but there was once a fire up there, killing all the prisoners and guards who were trapped with them, including the warden." she sighs as she's building up to how her father died "He was exploring the building and we found his body in the morning. A peice of a gargoyal fell and crushed his face on impact. It was horrible. He wanted a wake but, with his face in such a condition it wasn't possible."
"You and me both". "I only met the guy one time and I'm in his will". "Something is fishy here". My father kept many secrets, it's local knowledge he researched evil powers, but I do not know why. Kendra explains to the group as she sets down the tea, enough cups for everyone. "I don't know why you have been invited, I'd like to know too but you are all mentioned in his will." |
