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Sorry, don't think I can continue to keep up with the campaign, I'm leaving for a trip tonight and then job will be pretty hectic for a while once I get back.

The general store might be the simplest place, I assume there's a blacksmith or something, but any other specific kinds of stores?

"Does anyone in town have a name starting with V-E-S?"

Quietly to the others, "Or anyone from that prison?"

Lyra heads to the general store to buy some supplies - if she was going to be breaking into a prison, she would be sure to need them.

Can I just assume they have anything that's pretty normal?

"I can't claim to be an expert spirit investigator or anything, but wouldn't be going in the morning be... safer? I can't exactly see in the dark."

Hey Burgen, since you have darkvision, can I grab one of your sunrods so I'll have two rather than one?

Otherwise:
1 potion, 1 sunrod, 2 holy water.

I could also do with a bow, if there is one remaining.

Hah, to be honest it kinda looks like I forgot to do much equipment shopping in the first place - other than armor, clothing, dagger, and thieves tools, I don't have anything.

Lyra looks over the glass vials. "What's this cloud in here? It doesn't exactly look like something we'd want to let out."

"I doubt he would place anything here - he needed the supplies, and nothing here seems like something you would need to hide and retrieve later."

"Centipedes? What are you-" Lyra begins to ask before she hears the skittering and crunch of combat. She quickly begins digging through her backpack for a torch to light so she would be able to see.

Lyra frowns. "That's strange... I don't see anything, but it looks like someone has been through here, and they took the time to oil the hinges."

Perception (trapfinding): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 1 = 22
Lyra looks over the door, inspecting its hinges, checking the dust on the ground for disturbances, and occasionally poking at the nooks and crannies with a small hooked piece of metal.

Sorry for delay, was at a game convention and unexpectedly got to go to multiple days I didn't plan for

"Other than the professor? If there are strange things going on in town, someone could be looking for clues just as we are."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Nice

Lyra squints to see the tracks in the dark, but sees a door in the darkness where the tracks lead.
"Over here, there's a door."
She shrugs. "I would hope it was the professor, the lock was broken through and he said he intended to go down here."

"If we go during the day, we can at least say we are paying our respects and viewing the rest of the property. Though, it seems that we will be branded grave robbers either way, from how that crowd reacted."

Lyra nods to Quinn. "Yes, it shouldn't be hard to get in if the Professor was already visiting there. I'd just rather not be arrested for grave robbing, so let's make sure we've found the right one."

"Why wouldn't he want someone to protect themselves from spirits?"

"A prison full of ghosts, a secret cult of the undead, and a trunk of dangerous books?"
She sighs. "We should start from the smallest and work our way up - Father Grimburrow, the temple, and The Unfurling Scroll."

I'm sorry, Caelynn, take whatever time you need

"I assume the professor didn't have any unwanted guests you know of? He probably would have mentioned it in his journal."

"Ingrid is right - his will is a public document, he wouldn't write out all of this there, so asking us to stay with you, " she motions to Kendra, " is probably also a way to not raise suspicions."

Lyra's curiosity is piqued, and she unfolds the edge of her package. A confused look crosses her face as a pair of red and orange boots catch the light.
"Ah, hmm. If I'm going to be wearing these, I might need to rethink the rest of my wardrobe to match."

Lyra places the lumpy looking package on her lap as the peers over the strong box. "Should we open it or make sure it's the right things? The professor seemed fairly certain of the danger of them, but only if they got into the wrong hands."

Lyra waves Kendra a silent goodnight and listens to the others talk about rooming. "That sounds fine by me for tonight.
But in the morning, we should fine more long term accommodations for the coming month. A warning, Ingrid, I'll toss and turn all night."

"We already met some, clearly. Don't forget that there was a mob outside the graveyard."

Ohh I didn't even notice the DBZ

With Ingrid's cryptic - or far too literal - response, Lyra notes that the company she is sharing dinner with is an odd bunch.
"Adventurous - I'm no stranger to rumors of buried treasure, though I usually try to stay way from illusions and magic where I can. Jobs that involve that sort of thing usually end up being quite a bit more dangerous than the usual fare."

"All above-board sorts of jobs - sometimes doors need opening in crypts, even when you've got the right to be there."

Lyra coughs and sputters a bit on her wine when Rego removes his helmet, but then tries to play it off casually and focuses on eating her food.

"Who is Leona?"

Lyra lets the subject drop, and lifts her own glass. "Of course. To the professor."

Lyra raises an eyebrow at the woman's story, and says after she leaves, "An interesting town you have. Is everyone here this focused on talking about undead and purported cannibalism?"

"Of course, Mrs Lorrimor." She dusts her boots off at the door, and her things quite tidily in the corner, out of the way, before hanging up her coat.
"Lyra Tial, pleased to make your acquaintance."

Lyra listens to others talk of their histories with the professor, and notes, "I must say I was surprised to see a letter from the Professor, I hadn't spoken to him in quite some time. It seems he knew quite a few people, from the stories you're all telling, I wouldn't have expected to be first on his mind when writing a will."

Fates conspired and work called me in early. Nothing like a 12 hour day at Home Depot.

Curses and drats!

Lyra notices that she happens to be the next person in line to speak, and steps forward after a slight delay. "I, uh, didn't prepare any words, but Petros Lorrimor helped put me on a better path, and I suppose whether he knew it or not, he's why I'm who I am today."

Lyra gestures towards Caelynn, and nods. "Surely if you had really had an issue, you would have come to the Father Grimburrow before today - we had to travel all the way here, there must have been time."

Diplomacy Aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Lyra follows behind the others, quiet. 'Friends' wouldn't have been the word she would use to describe her limited relationship with the Professor, but she had made a promise and intended to keep it.

EST as well

Here, sorry for the delay.

Ehhh I'll probably just stick with rogue. It's nice having 10 billion skills.

I just need to get the backstory stuff on here.
Going lighter on the combat prowess since it seems like we already got a good amount of that.

Alright I think I'm going to have to drop the game too, sorry. It's just too disheartening to slowly have the character I made torn apart. If I had been able to know some of this beforehand maybe I could have made a character that would function alright, because the lore does seem interesting, but I don't think I can keep playing if the things I planned to be able to do are just going to become suicidal.

I also don't mind you rolling initiative!

"You! Stop!" Lyra commands, towards the empty room - she barks a quick invocation and her hands glow pink for a second.

Hideous Laughter, DC28. Using 1 mythic point to force them to roll twice and take the worse roll.

Time to see how enchantment/compulsion spells work, I guess.

Perception: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (18) + 23 = 41

Aww, you went dimensional dervish/assault didn't you?

Teleportation not working :/
There goes two of my spells and one of my rogue talents.

As in sense of sight and such? Low-light and normal sight from race, see invisible/ethereal from an item.

:(

Lyra pats down her fur, checks that nothing seems missing, and shrugs.

"Everything seems fine - it didn't feel any different than normal."

"If something, or someone, is in charge of something as powerful as an entire school of magic, it must somehow be related to the waves, right? It definitely wasn't always this way."

"But it sounds like we don't have much time to stay here and continue doing tests - is there anything else we should know?"