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Sorry, gang. I haven't been that great about posting and now something's come up with my family (and it looks like I'm going to have to move to be closer to them so I can help out, etc). I don't have the time to keep putting in to the games on this site, so I'm going to have to respectfully and regretfully back out. Thank you for the fun while it lasted, and keep gaming!
Jin raises an eyebrow as Viare attempts to engage the locals in conversation. The talk is a little disturbing. Jin knows all too well that spirits exist, and the kind of danger the supernatural can present to mere mortals. He hopes not to have to encounter a 'ghost'. They do not sound pleasant, especially the ones purported to be at Harrowstone. He hides a smile as Toad Tongue attempts to...'help'...in his own way. And then Inessa steps in to speak to the owner of the store, frowning only slightly at telling publicly what might be best-kept private given the reaction some had at the funeral to them. Nevertheless, he stays silent and tries to adopt an unassuming and non-threatening pose as he listens.
Jin thought about laying his hand on Viare's shoulder in what he hoped would be comfort and not an intrusion of her privacy but he didn't know her well enough to ascertain which way it might be taken. So instead he simply walked beside her as they made their way through town. In a quiet voice he said to her, "But not everyone will judge you for that. Some will be proud to stand beside you." After that, he listened Mathias as he spoke a bit about what was available in town and pointed things out. He gave a nod. "It sounds as though the General Store would be a good place to stop then, to purchase some supplies as Inessa has suggested."
For some reason I thought I was waiting on the next GM post. D'oh! My apologies!
Jin listens as Kendra responds to the various questions. He is very interested in answers, so he does listen carefully and makes mental notes. He has heard of the fire that apparently burned the prison down, but it is good to have confirmation from a local person. He is not so sure about the haunting rumors being completely unfounded, but he does not contradict her on that. He frowns a bit as she describes how her father died. She is right, it could have been accidental...however, Jin feels that due to the strangeness and the will, it is unlikely that it was so. He feels that there is more to it than is known. Again, though, he does not contradict her. He doesn't care about the sleeping arrangements as he used to actually sleep in a very small room with no bed at times. Anything above that is a step up. He merely gives a small shrug of his shoulders. He looks to Inessa. "Do you want assistance in retrieving your trunk, Miss Inessa-san? We could also perhaps look around the town a bit while we go." He looks to the group to encompass them all. "For any who wish to, that is."
I'm sorry to hear it, though I understand it all too well. Take your time and feel better.
Jin looked in to the chest when it was opened. He did not touch any of the books as some of the others did, merely looked at them and the visible notes that ones had that he could see. It was interesting but these were to be turned over to others eventually. Now, the one with the keylock IN the book....that was very interesting. A locked book was not something one saw every day. And several of them had no titles! The journal was enlightening. The Professor had been busy. "So. The Whispering Way. Hmm. I wonder if the Professor was-" He stopped speaking suddenly, and deliberately did not look at Kendra, cutting off the rest of the sentence about him having been killed. He continued after only a very short stop but it was somewhat obvious he'd changed what he had been about to say, "...on to something sinister in this town. This Harrowstone is a prison nearby?"
Jin told a short story of he and the Professor, traveling to one of the many digs the man had undertaken, and their time at the dig itself. They had even been attacked by some locals of Mwangi when they had been there. It had been a fruitful expedition, however, with them returning to Absalom with several artefacts of cultural knowledge. He stood and bowed to Kendra when she returned and brought them tea. He took the tea and bowed over it again to her, staying standing until she took her seat. Only then did he sit and take a sip. He savored the taste, a bit bitter but still welcome nonetheless. He ate of the bread only sparingly, knowing the little goblin was hungry but not wanting to be rude to Kendra and refuse it altogether. Pay it no mind, Ms. Lorrimor. This is most welcome after a long journey. As you said you were not expecting us, and it is a time to grieve, not bake." He said that, though he had known a few that baked during stress and grief actually. He stood and bowed to the councilman when he arrived. He listened silently throughout the short will reading. His eyebrows rose up in surprise at what it said. He should have expected it, really, knowing his old friend. He gave a nod to Mathias. Agreed. I would be honored to stay and watch over you, Ms. Lorrimor, though I would not impose upon you. I am certain I can find accommodations in town." He pursed his lips as he pondered the chest and the books supposedly contained therein for a long moment. "I suppose...we could take a look and make certain that the books are actually still within, and have not been stolen or damaged by water or somesuch."
Ugh. I know the reasoning behind it, but I hate that you can't edit a post after only a little while. I was tired and crashed, and this morning see I messed up the formatting in my post and can't fix it. Sigh.
Jin looked thoughtfully at Viare for a long moment. "While I was quick to threaten violence on the villagers, I only did so as a means to try and get them to back down, to avoid violence. I must admit that your threat of grievous torture was...difficult to hear from one of the Professor's acquaintances." He looked to Inessa. "I am sorry to hear of the trouble you had, and the losses therein, but glad that you were seen safely through it." He looked to the goblin and after a moment's thought, he offered. "I am sorry to hear of your loss."[b] He paused and then went on, [b]"To your earlier question of food, I could spare a ration for you, though it is not the most taste-ful of foods."
Well, it has definitely been slow-going for posting, and some of the characters aren't responding to some of the others, but I will post here shortly.
Jin smiled slightly as Zokar spoke. He could definitely understand missing the Professor's stories. He gave a nod as he listened to Jominda, understanding full well how knowledgeable and passionate the professor could be on subjects, as well as liking chess. Jin himself could play but he was in the Professor's league as it were. He straightened a bit more when the Councilman approached and spoke. Reading of the will? Interesting. Jin hadn't expected anything from the Professor after death honestly. He was here to pay his respects, which he had done. Nevertheless, he nodded to Kendra and the Councilman, saying he would indeed be there. He traveled just behind and to the left of Kendra as they walked. He was only slightly worried that the belligerent man from before would show up to cause more trouble. He looked interested as they passed the Church of Pharasma. He was well aware that the faith was most prominent in Ustalav, and the church itself looked to be more well-appointed than the other buildings. "Think nothing of it, Kendra-san. Take care of yourself, and do not hesitate to let us know if you need anything." He gave a bow to the group when they started making introductions. "I stated my name at the funeral, as well as how I met the professor, but I am happy to introduce myself again." He sat down in one of the chairs, back ramrod straight, though he looked at ease and somewhat relaxed. "My name is Zhu Jin. In the culture of my people, we give our family names first as a way of showing honor to them. So Jin is my first name, and since we are all friends of the Professor, you may call me such."
Ah. My post did make it on the site. I was so mad when it started going down again just as I was trying to submit the post...I even forgot to roll the Diplomacy check and now can't edit my post. Sigh. GM, do you want me to roll it here or post again with the roll?
Jin began to move to set the coffin down as the commoners began to step forward. He was completely unafraid of injury or death from them, however, he was concerned about the safety and sanctity of the Professor's remains, as well as Kendra being in the line of harm. One of the others spoke up regarding torture, which made Jin pause and turn slightly to eye them a bit. He hadn't been going to dark places like that, merely a fistfight perhaps. Wonderfully enough, though, one of his other fellow companions and pallbearers was able to defuse the situation. Jin gave a small bow to her in thanks once the agitators had left. He made a mental note of the man who had been pushing the crowd and doing the talking, memorizing his face in case of future trouble. He then continued to assist in carrying the coffin to the final resting place. He listened as Father Grimburrow (an odd and apparently appropriate name for the man) spoke at length, taking his own place as directed. When the speech was done and the offer for others to speak, Jin hesitated but then stepped forward - after all, his culture was steeped in tradition as well. His voice is accented, as might be expected from a Tien man, but his voice is strong even though somber and quiet. "I am Zhu Jin. I met the Professor when I attempted to stop him from being mugged, though it appeared that the thugs intended more to harm him than rob him. I was, unfortunately, brash and headstrong, not stopping to analyze the situation carefully. In the ensuing fight, I did indeed stop the men accosting the Professor, and yet I succumbed to the wounds I received and the Professor was forced to care for me for several days to get my health back. We spoke many long hours and he even asked me to accompany him on his journeys for a time. He was a great man, full of passion and knowledge, good to others, even strangers. He was good to me. I will miss him." He bowed very low in respect facing the coffin, then stepped back.
Jin was not unused to rituals and patience, nor keeping a slow steady pace. He carried the coffin with ease, and walked with a somber gait. He didn't speak nor make noise so as to not disrupt the ceremonial walk. He paused, however, when they were confronted by villagers. A deep frown slowly cut in to his face as they spoke. Hateful. Ignorant. Belligerent. Ah, scared. Fearful. Possibly drunk. Hoping this could be solved peacefully, Jin glanced over at the others helping to carry to see if it was necessary to set the coffin down. For the moment he did not, however. In a quiet voice that still carried on the wind and had a bit of steel to it, he spoke. "You speak out of turn. You speak out of ignorance and fear. That is understandable...but not excusable. This is a sacred time and you are interrupting. This man was beloved, to some a teacher or mentor, to others a father, to others something else. But through it all he was a good man. A decent man. Not a necromancer as you falsely accuse. Please step out of the way. This ceremony should not be stained by violence, yet I will let you keep this good man from his appointed place." OOC:
Yeah, the problem is, I posted as ignuspyre, then thought if I posted as Zhu Jin it would remove ignuspyre. It did not. It added both. Sigh. And yes the site was down for so long. It was very annoying.
Jin traveled, and with him traveled sadness. The sky itself almost seemed to reflect his mood, dreary and dark. He wasn't distraught, but he was sad. A dear friend was gone. He had taken time during the journey to put his thoughts and emotions in order. He knew in his mind that the Professor had moved on to the next plane of existence and that he would experience joy. But the world was lacking for the loss of him. He arrived in the town of Ravengro and made his way to the cemetery. He wished he had time to get a room and clean up before arriving, but he had been far away when he'd gotten the summons. He'd had to move fast to even make it in time for the funeral. He paused to brush himself as clean as he could and make himself as presentable as possible. He was wearing his monk robes as usual and they were designed to resist stains and dirt as much as possible, which helped a bit. He still didn't think he looked good enough for a funeral, but he had little choice. He stepped around the corner and walked up to Kendra. He gave her a deep low bow of respect. He then quietly said to her, "Please forgive the interruption. I am Zhu Jin. I am sorry for our loss. He was a wonderful man, and he will be missed. If there is anything I can do for you, please do not hesitate." To the request for pallbearers, Jin immediately bows slightly and the nods, "I, too, would be honored to help my friend on his journey."
Dangit. I accidentally posted in the Gameplay thread as my main name first instead of just the character. GM is there a way to remove ignuspyre as a player? If not, I understand, but I'm not sure how to myself.
Greetings! Thank you for having me, GM. I am excited to be here! =) I am fine with the GM rolling to keep things moving, though I'm happy to make my own rolls. Maps I'm fine with simple combats not being mapped so long as we have good descriptions to work from (especially if things like position for flanking come up), but I don't mind maps for everything even if only a reference point to make sure we all understand what the description looks like the same way. (I've had that come up in games before, where the players couldn't visualize the room from the description). EDIT: I just realized I think I'm the only human in the group! Lol!
Indeed. Good luck to you all.
I'm....kind of like...a martial. Sort of. Okay, I'm not a full BAB. =(
Hmm apparently my post as Ignuspyre had some issues so please ignore since I can't edit and use Zhu Jin here instead as my entry. |
