Urgma also goes there.
Perception
Speaking to the others, she asks "Can you tell who's blood it is? Is there any body we need to find?Who the statue is of may be relevant here. Do we know if anyone heard or saw anything? " she asks the sheriff.
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Tucking into the feast, "a find spread indeed Kendra." Urgma happily seeks to satisfy her voracious appetite. Turning to Tygrim and the others, Urgma says "we should indeed check out the crypt, it seems a good place to start. We should also look at the gargoyle, see if it has been tampered with and if there are are any clues by it. We should also speak to anyone who witnessed the sad, unfortunate event." Gesticulating with her knife at various points in this to emphasise key elements, Urgma turns to Kendra. "is there anyone you trust to stay close to you - I feel there is a possibility you may be in danger too. Whilst we investigate, it would make my mind rest easy knowing someone watches over you. We live in uncertain times."
Attempting a die roll: knowledge: religion
Urgma speaks to Kendra "You have my oath that I will do all I can to track down these despecible murderers." Urgma then turns to the rest of the group: "Who's with me it seems through our links with the professor, we share a common new enemy. An enemy with a name is an enemy less feared. I have judged them evil, and for that, they must surely face our wrath, and be sentenced!" Holding her holy symbol aloft, Urgma says: "On this day, I swear to Magrim that I will do my unrelenting upmost to track the Whispering Way down. When we meet, and meet we shall, I shall sentence them, and if they are found wanting, they will surely die."
Urgma turns to Tyrgrim "That sheds a bit more light about necromancy - it seems our accquaintance here is the resident expert though..." gesturing to Fasir. Turning back to the Ulfen, Urgma says " And you my friend are a curiosity. You show uncharacteristic wisdom and keen understanding for an uncivilised barbarian, which I'm sure, if she was here the other lesser tolerant female would describe you as being."
Upon entering the Professor's house, Urgma sits and takes a drink of the profferred alcohol from Fasir. Raising a glass, she says: "To Petros, may he enjoy the well earned rest." Listening to the will being read, Urgma has a wry smile on her face at the mention of risking her hat again. She tips her hat without being conscious of it. For my friend, I will gladly fulfil his final request. Urgma thinks to herself. Urgma's thoughts drift further away from the present thinking of her adventures with the Professor, and how many times they told the tale of their first meeting at various taverns. The last time I saw the Professor, he was telling the tale of Kendra as a young child, always running around the house, picking up books, and wanting her father to read them to her. He loved her exuberance, but it drove him crazy having to replace the books in their correct place every time... Jolted out of her reverie by Tyrgrim knocking the book out of Fasir's hand, Urgma looks curiously down at the book on the floor. "This book reeks of evil. The sooner we can get this to the university for scholars to peruse it who have had training in reading such tomes the better." Turning to Fasir, Urgma says "Necromancy? I always associated it with the undead. Tell me, what other power does it hold?
Urgma had never been to the Professor's house before, always having met him in taverns or out in the field. Surely a statue would not just become unmoored and hit someone. Something doesn't seem right here... Urgma mused, on the journey to the house. Looking around at everyone:
The one sticking out the most to Urgma was the half orc, who she had overheard been called Fasir, a semi - emancipated, old, lanky looking grey skinned half orc, garbed in dark ornate looking robes, with strange looking, arcane symbols all over them. Why was he dressed like this? Could he be a wizard or a scholar, or from the university? Half orcs are not normally known to circulate in such professions. Approaching Fasir, Urgma enquires "I noticed you remained stoic and silent at the funeral. Were you close to the Professor?"
Hey all, apologies for lack of posts - been uber busy at new school and trying to keep ip with the lesson planning and getting to know my classes. Will post as soon as I'm home this eve though :)
Urgma scrutinises the men blocking the wakes path, seeking signs of deception. Sense motive: The men seem genuine but Urgma is loath to leave the coffin of her friend with strangers. ”Whatever is decided I will accompany the Professor’s body to its rest”
Urgma walks towards the coffin to help bear the load of her dead friend. However, being of dwarven stature, she cannot reach the coffin, let alone get a comfortable grip on it, due to the Ulfen's great stature. Instead, she walks behind the coffin, reciting a traditional dwarven prayer for the Professor. Dwarven: "May your soul's journey be easy, as it leaves this hallowed body behind. May Magrim guide you safely through your trials, in the world beyond, and when the time comes for you to reenter the mortal realm, let your spirit retain the skills of your lives gone by. Until then, in Magrim's name, travel safely."
After speaking stern words to the racist man, Urgma gazed at Kendra, thinking how hard this day must be for her. Whilst Urgma had never met Kendra, the professor always spoke so highly of his daughter. It was clear how proud he was and how much he loved her. Urgma wondered how he showed this to her. Thinking back to her father, Urgma remembered the day he came back from the Five Kings Mountains, where he had sought new goods to trade, and how happy she was to see him. She remembered how serious the expression on his face was when he found her and her younger brother. Her father had said: “Whilst I was away, I bin doing some thinkin’. Urgma, yer be me oldest, so yer would normally take over the family business. On me travels, though I met a priest of Magrim. We ‘ad a long ole talk. It would be tae yer best interests for yer to assist ‘im and learn the ways of t’ faith. This is best for yer me daughter. Rogran will take over and learn the trade from me. Yer are truly your mother’s daughter. I got this fer yer. He hands over a holy symbol of Magrim. ”Rogran; we be setting out as soon as the horses be watered. I got the local tavern to set out t’best ales and a fine feast for me family. If all goes well, we be wealthy beyond all measure by t’end o’this. The Gromthi’s will be well-renowned and respected even more.” That was the last Urgma saw of her brother and father. Back in the cemetery, Urgma holds the well worn symbol her father gave to her and hopes that her family are safe, but if they had met their end, she knows that there can be no better place for them than at Magrim’s side. Jolted back from her thoughts by the Ulfen grasping her shoulder and speaking to her in dwarven, she replies softly in dwarven: ” We shall meet later to raise a tankard to his memory, drink to absent friends and share tales of what we remember best about ‘im. ‘E was a fine man indeed. “
Urgma watched the developing bickering amongst the so-called well-wishers, shaking her head she thought to herself; We have come today to pay our respects to the Professor, not to bring external grievances and racism into this ceremony . Raising her voice, she says "Please: we are here to honour the dead. Show some respect. If after the ceremony has finished, you still bear some grudges, I'm sure my friend here and I, gesturing to the large Ulfen, would be more than happy to discuss them in a succinct manner." flickering on a gaze so stern, it would melt stone. Whilst saying this, she moves to stand beside the Ulfen. Intimidate:
Been wanting to play an inquisitor for a while now - her back story is a bit different to what I have used in the past as other back stories, but I'm happy with it.
Urgma stands quietly, out of respect for the dead. She recalled the events that had led her to meeting the Professor for the first time. Stepping forward towards the coffin, she begins to speak: "I rescued 'im once, but it became my pleasure to know 'im. A fine man, he taught me how to see with more than my eyes. Let his teaching remain strong, and may he rest well." Urgma steps away from the coffin, wrapping her long dark green coat around her, trudging through the puddles to stand back in the crowd.
Urgma done!
Will have bio done by tonight(GMT) sorry for delay. @Tyrgrim. He's the dwarven god of Death (well it’s a bit more complex than that, but not much). See Dwarves of Golarion. Flavour seemed cool; he decides what tasks dwarven souls must pass to get into the afterlife among other things. The reason I like him is he isn’t a depressing god of death.
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