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Richter looks to Sohar. "Why don't you come with me to the monument site after the sheriff leaves and see if we can find anything? I could use the company. He looks to Morgrym and Coiger as they start off. Then to Chellian. "Please be careful Miss Chellian."
"Thank your for your time ma'am." Richter bows and heads out of the door. When he gets out to the others he says: "I believe we should split up and check a few areas out. It is more likely a bigger group will be spotted in the cemetery than maybe just two." He looks around. "I am not one fore sneaking but I do enjoy talking to people. Perhaps I could talk to the Father again and see if he would now allow us access to the crypt. I also think we should go back and investigate the monument tonight and look around when the sheriff has gone... Anyone up for some adventure?" Richter smiles and has a very mischievous look on his face.
I feel fine with the pace. It actually really works for me right now. Thank you for the plot hooks.
Richter moves back to the group and nods at Chellian's question. "Yes, can you tell us if there have been others affected by these night terrors?" He speaks calmly and gently trying to calm the woman as he reinterates the question.
Richter only nods at the woman. His face takes on a visage of pain for just a second as she mentions the hurt in his face but then smiles at her. "Thank you for you kind words ma'am." As she knocks the bottle over Richter realizes she might be slightly distracted now. He starts looking around the shop as if browsing the merchandise, however he is looking for out of place materials or even blood marks. Also as he gets the farthest away possible he casts detect undead in the store but whispers and makes just slight movements when casting. He stands behind a shelf if possible to activate the spell.
As they walk back to town Richter starts answering Coiger's interrigation. "The sheriff is a good guy, but a little easy on petty criminals. He's as likely to drink with a troublemaker as lock him up. He tends to punish only those who commit crimes personally annoying to him or egregious enough that the council puts pressure on him to act. Jominda, the apothecary, is an old, gray woman who is suspiciously bouncy and spry for her age. She acts as a bit of a grandmother to the town - kind and sweet-spirited, but quick to rap knuckles with a wooden spoon if she disapproves of some behavior. I have not seen the cat before. Grimburrow is a blunt, stodgy old man, but he also has an odd sense of humor that sneaks into conversations now and again. Most of the townsfolk are a little afraid of his disapproval. Harrowstone is a creepy, old prison ruin said to be haunted. The town council forbids anyone going there, but occasionally some dumb kid will. Jorfa, the blacksmith, is direct and says little, but her skill as a craftswoman is excellent. She rides her apprentices hard to reach her level, seemingly unaware that her natural dwarven talent may put her just out of their reach." Richter counts off on his fingers as he tries and remembers all of Coiger's questions.
Richter looks at Coiger. "Sorry friend but I do not know much, I have only been living in Ravngro for about six months." He takes up a thoughtful pose and contemplates for a minute. "Let me scour my memory for an information... Please give me a second." He smiles at Coiger.
Richter comes upon the scene and shakes his head at the carnage that was a cat. He says a small prayer over the remains and then steps back beside Morgrym. "Poor thing..." Richter's features hardens after the prayer.
Richter sits back quietly and watches the conversation between the dwarves.
Richter nods "I do not know her personally but I do know where she resides. If you follow me I can take you to her."
Richter notices Morgrym waving him in and enters the establishment. "Well met master dwarf!" He nods in turn to the others at the table. Richter looks around at the people in the building and asks in a hushed voice. "What is the trouble?"
The door opens and a slightly older woman answers the door. "Yes how may I... Oh Richter its you. What are you doing out so early this morning?' Richter smiles. "A good morning to you Mrs. Smith. I was wondering if you could check in on my mother every now and then. I have to take care of some business and may not be home for some time. I have already talked to her." Richter hands the woman a small pouch with 20 silver in it. "I want you to have this for the trouble." She looks astonished and tries to refuse the money but ends up taking it anyway. "I will make sure she is taken care of, don't you worry. Be safe Richter." He smiles and says and gives his thanks and then heads towards Kendra's house. Passing through the town Richter realizes something is amiss.
Richter moves on though not really picking up much information. He heads through town.
Oh sorry, I was just picking some random neighbor in town that I "lived" next to. You can place me anywhere. It was basically a set up to show that Richter worries about his mother and his kindness.
Sorry Morgrym the knock was for the GM I am not at Kendra's house yet. I should have clarified OOC.
Being up early Richter stretches with the morning light and dons all of his gear and clothing. After he makes breakfast for himself and his mother he says goodbye and heads out the door. Richter walks to the neighbor next door and knocks. Knowing the people next door he knows they will not be rude to him.
Answering Coiger's question. "I apologize, it seems in all of this mayhem and confusion I have not properly introduced myself." He stands and straightens his attire. "My name is Richter Kyras Cleric of my lady Sarenrae and follower of the lady Pharasma. I have been in Ravengro a few months now with my mother. I have had the pleasure of meeting Professor Lorrimor on several occasions with my father when I was younger." His face takes on a sullen expression and it is as if he is remembering something from long ago. He sits back down and sips his tea. He looks to Sohar "Yes I would rather like to join your group I believe. He stands to leave after some time. "I must be going but I will return early tomorrow morning." He stands and makes his way to the door. "Have a goodnight everyone."
Richter smiles warmly. "I would not impose on you at such a time. I need to return home to check on my mother anyway. But I do sincerely appreciate the offer Miss Lorrimor." After Kendra retires upstairs he looks to the group. "It seems we have few options left open to us if we wish to find out what has happened to the Professor. At least while the trail is fresh. So the questions is, do we wait for it to go cold and the residents to cover it up or do we sneak our way in tonight?"
Richter nods to Kendra as she welcomes them in. "Miss Lorrimor, It is a pleasure to see you again. I a sorry I was unable to make the Professors funeral. It sadden me to hear of his passing." Richter remembers Kendra from the few times that him and his father used to travel to Ravengro. He walks in and takes a seat and accepts the offered tea. "Thank you."He smiles warmly at her.
Righter smiles as Coiger walks by. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Richter moves off with the group back to Kendra's home.
Seeing that Father Grimburrow does not even acknowledge him, Richter steps back quietly with the others in the group. "Well now that was rude..." He waits to see what the others do and stands quietly next to Morgrym.
I did not know what to do lol so I just butted in. I was going to wait but thought Richter may have a chance of getting us in.
Richter steps up next to Coiger. "Pardon my rudeness Father Grimburrow but this matter is not exactly something that can wait. If Professor Lorrimor's death was foul play then whoever... or whatever caused his demise is still out there and in my experience will probably strike again. Neither one of us would like that... but you too have a point. What if just two of use were to look through your records and the rest go back and keep Miss Lorrimor company in this time of tragedy? Would that be acceptable to you?" Richter nudges Coiger a little to indicate for him to help out. "I would recommend Mr. Coiger and myself as we both understand, respect and honor the traditions of Pharasma. Would this be acceptable to you Father?" Richter lets the holy symbol of Pharasma fall into view with a shift of his weight.
Richter smiles at Father Grimburrow and bows low. "Father Grimburrow it is a pleasure, Richter Kyras at your service."
Richter looks up at the stained glass that Morgrym talks about. He ponders about the image.
"I am not sure Morgrym. But maybe it means no matter who you are, royalty or peasant, none shall escape their final judgement."
Richter smiles at Morgrym after seeing Coiger stare. "I would be honored to accompany you and your companions master dwarf. Richter Kyras is my name." He stands and offers his hand to Morgrym. As he stands a wooden holy symbol of Pharasma falls out of his shirt to lay in the open, although two braided cords can be seen around his neck. Whatever is attached to the other remains out of view.
Richter's eyes shift over to Gibbs. "Ghosts? Undead?" Richter's visage grows dark at Gibb's story.
It has been a while since I have done a PbP so please let me know if I step on anyone's toes with posting. I don't want to over post or cut anyone off.
"I knew him as an acquaintance of my fathers. He was... an interesting man. We would borrow books from him every now and then." Richter looks at his ale and then back to Morgrym. "How did you know the late Professor?"
Richter looks at Gibbs as he calls the Professor a loon yet again. "Mr. Gibbs. You should not speak so disrespectfully of the dead. Although Professor Lorrimor had his quirks, he was far from a loon."
He smiles at Mr. Gibbs. A genuine friendly smile and then at Chellion hoping that his comment would ease her pain of his passing some. She seemed put off every time Gibbs would make a joke about the man. He looks to the dwarf sitting at the table. "I am sorry master dwarf I did not mean to interrupt you."
At the mention of Professor Lorrimor, Richter's attention becomes focused on Chellion. "Hmm... So I was right, they do know the Professor or at least this woman does." He sits quietly and waits to see if the pair mention anything beyond them coming here for the funeral that Richter had to unfortunately miss.
Thank you everyone for the opportunity to be involved in this AP! Richter's IC Post in his profile will set him up at Gibb's table. |
