Prof. Faradir Rokannon's page

Interest!
Pure wizard here...

Was I selected for this game? I don't think I saw my name on the picked list...

Good Luck guys!

Here is my submission.

Going camping, back 8 Aug. Bot me as necessary.

Professor Rokannon tightened his grip on his staff at the unwarrented slander of Professor Lorrimor's good name. He tried to tell himself that the people here were only frightened.
He nodded agreement with Davor's words, but didn't speak himself. He was well aware of his limitations in the field of public speaking.

Professor Rokannon smoked his pipe as he concentrated on listening to the Mayor.
"Well, I'm not sure that I understand. Could you explain what you mean by 'situation' and the 'evil that has befallen us'?" He said slowly.
Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

"I will be perfectly all right here, thank you."

Professor Rokannon flinches a little at the thought of dealing with the townsfolk.
"Ahem. Well I have to say you will likely do better without my presence. I will stay here at Lorrimor House and do what research I can before the meeting."

Professor Rokannon approaches Kendra tentatively.
"Ah, Miss Lorrimor, Kendra; do you know what to expect from one of these meetings? Is there any way to prepare for one?"

Vivian, we already have the cache from the false crypt.

"He asked for us personally?" Professor Rokannon asked, surprised.
"But why? He has not had any interest in us before; quite the opposite in fact."

Professor Rokannon is astounded.
"You had the same dream as I?"
He looks around at the rest.
"Did you all as well? The same dream? The... trapped in a coffin, dropped in a grave, dark figures looming, random insane mutterings one?"

His voice haunted, he spoke of his vivid dream.
"Like I was trapped in a coffin, then dropped into a grave with a number of dark figures looming over me, speaking... words and phrases I could not make a connection with..."

He shudders for a moment then waves his hand. He takes out his pipe and lights it, puffing on it as he thinks.
"As curious as I am to find out what this Gibs is up to, I cannot think but that was, all of these mysterious happenings in Ravengro are some kind of distraction, taking our attention away from something else."
He leans back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.
"What if these 'hauntings', these fits of madness, are symptoms of something greater? The disfiguring of the Harrowstone fire memorial, the 'accidental' death of Professor Lorrimor on his last visit..."
He leaned forward again, looking at his companions seriously.
"I think it is Harrowstone that ties all these things together somehow. That is what we must look into next."

He waves his hand; the smoke he exhales roils and forms the image of the Harrowstone ruins as seen from the tallest point in Ravengro.
His eyes fix on the image.
"We have the cache Professor Lorrimor left us. I think we pay a little visit to the old prison now."

Professor Rokannon comes to the breakfast table a little pale.
When pressed, he shakes his head and massasges his temples.
"Sorry, sorry, had a... very vivid nightmare. Could I get some coffee? I don't feel like sleeping for the next few weeks. Years."

I gotta say I'd like to keep going.

I'll think of something.

But what is Ditzie?

During the rest of the afternoon/evening, Professor Rokannon will study the late Professor Lorrimor's library and play around with the intriguing Spirit Planchette.

Still here! Not much for me to say at the moment.
Talking to people... *Brrrr*

Professor Rokannon is just relieved that HE didn't have to break the news.

Zander has a +42 to Sense Motive? I don't know man; I think you might be stacking some bonuses wrong...

Absorbed in playing with the planchette at the table, Professor Rokannon looks up absently at the sound of Vivian speaking his name.
"Hm?"

Back at the Lorrimor Manor, Professor Rokannon puffs contentedly on his pipe as he experiments. Having determined the enchantments on the common items, he concentrates on discovering the secrets of the more exotic Haunt Syphons and Brass Spirit Planchette.

Present!

Int Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Professor Rokannon begins with investigating the enchanted arrows that were never identified in the first place. After that, the 'Planchette' and the rest of the things not identified on site.

Professor Rokannon waves at the rest of the party absently as they leave, preoccupied with his research on the items they had discovered.

Vibrates from the gong so fast he blurs and skids back and forth.

After thanking Kendra and Vivian for the meal, Professor Rokannon leaned back in his chair and lit his pipe.
"I would really prefer to study these arrows and the items in the case. The 'planchette' is puzzling to me. Perhaps Professor Lorrimor's Library could be of assistance in this case.
"In any event, I think I would prefer to start tomorrow morning. I want as much daylight as is humanly possible to investigate the Harrowstone site."

Professor Rokannon looks around at Kendra and Davor as if they were crazy.

"It was, it was like..."
He thought carefully, and began translating.
"'Put the body on the bed.'
'Take a knife and lop her head.'
'Watch the blood come out the pipe.'
'Feeds the stirge, so nice and ripe...'"
He stops, shaking his head in appalled disgust.
"I mean, who sings a song like that? Who would teach such... to little children?"

Hearing the children play, Professor Rokannon gives a double take and just stares at the children as they sing. He shakes his head and catches up with the others.
"That's the most appalling thing I've ever heard." He muttered aloud.

Professor Rokannon goes over to see what everyone is looking at.
"What have you found?"

Will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Sorry, the top block language listing was incorrect (old data). The correct languages are listed under the skills block. Fixed now.

Professor Rokannon thinks, smoke trickling up from his pipe.
"Well, at least one evening of concentrated study. I'll have a better idea afterward."

Professor Rokannon looks up in surprise.
"Brother Rufio! Do I take it that you are volunteering to go with us when we venture into the ghost haunted remains of Harrowstone prison?"

Examining the arrows Professor Rokannon points out one group of 12 arrows.
"These are not magical, but have alchemical silver tips."
He points out another group of 10 arrows.
"These have a basic enhancement enchantment."
He points out five arrows.
"These have a stronger enchantment, but I cannot tell what just yet."
He points out another two arrows.
"And these are even stronger. I will need time to properly identify them."

You require a device called a "planchette"

Curious, Professor Rokannon picks up the brass thing.

Professor Rokannon picks up one of the arrows and examines it curiously under a Detect Magic.
Appraise: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Knowledge:Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Frowning with concentration, Professor Rokannon points out the brass object, the seven wax-stoppered vials, the three scrolls and thirteen of the arrows.
"These also hold enchantments of some kind."
He holds up the iron and glass tubes.
"These are designed to harm ethereal undead types."
He looks at the board.
"This board... I'm not sure of. It does not seem enchanted. Could this be some kind of clerical magic?"

"Fascinating..." Professor Rokannon muttered as he examined the vials. He frowned and looked up.
"Odd. There are a number of other auras nearby."

Professor Rokannon picks up one of the iron and glass vials and examines it curiously. He casts Detect Magic.
Appraise: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Knowledge:Arcana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Yes, Professor Rokannon maintains the Dancing Lights.

I'm lighting this side of the chamber, only over where Rufio is.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Professor Rokannon looked around.
"What? What was that?"
He casts Dancing Lights to shed more light on the situation.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Professor Rokannon follows, smoking and admiring the architecture along the way.

Professor Rokannon gazed around with admiration.
"Lovely architecture..." He muttered. He turned to Vivan. "Oh, I can keep the Dancing Lights going for as long as we need them."

Professor Rokannon stepped down into the crypt and cast Dancing Lights with a waive of his hand. He looked around at the structure for anything unusual.
Appraise: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Knowledge (engineering): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

"Hm. Professor Lorrimor do you think?"

Nudge, nudge, wink, wink...;)

Professor Rokannon puffs quietly, watching the smoke drift off over the headstones.
"Mm, yes. That is possible. The problem is that so much of what he said was... fanciful? Allegorical?"
He shakes his head.
"How can we separate fact from the ravings of a madman?"