Maevus let's out a snicker as Ragnar screams at the axe. Sorry, but I don't think I've ever seen somebody try to intimidate a spirit before. Maevus turns to Doctor Ramada wide eyed taking the professors journal into her hands. Teacher. She whispers in gnome, gently running her hand across the books cover. Bubbles gives off a sad whine as he recognises the professors scent still lingering in its pages.
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 The professor always did have a way of connecting with interesting characters. A gnome stands off to the side, eyes wondering over the new and old faces, she blushes when she meets eyes with Alkaid. Her green hair is a wild mess, decorated with ornaments made of ivory and feathers. Next to her stands a giant weasel, at least twice her size. He has white fur broken up by a few brown splotches, it seems much more well maintained then the gnome's own hair. Greetings, I am Maevus Amiodolum and this cute little fella is Sir Bubbles. She vigorously scratches under his chin which he preens at. I studied under Professor Lorrimor for a while at Lepidstadt University. I'm sorry I missed the funeral, though I suppose it is unavoidable when you live a remote and nomadic lifestyle like that of my circle. Where was he buried? I'll have to visit him later but for now what is this about a haunted prison?
Rai might know Maevus then, if you want? She met the professor in Lepidstadt and spent a year as his student/assistant. Her druid circle has been working on techniques to restore the demonic tainted lands of the Worldwound and the professor was curious as to how such techniques could be used with undead tainted lands. |