Scotley's Carrion Crown IC Part 1 The Haunting of Harrowstone

mleibrock · Jan 14, 2012

Falco

J. Alexander said:
Brendan will patiently wait while the others finish and takes the opportunity now to open and umbrellia to shield himself from the drizzel,. "No need to be miserable"

Falco sees Brendan open his umbrella and thinks to himself, "Who is this prima donna?" Falco hurries his pace and times his steps to place his left foot squarely in a puddle so that it splashes on "her highness" ever so slightly.

OOC - Yep, I think we are headed on to the city for the will reading.

Scotley · Jan 14, 2012

OOC: Let's give Rhun until Sunday evening to join in and I'll continue then. Feel free to splash about in the mud until then.

Maidhc O Casain · Jan 15, 2012

Vadim glances up at the overcast sky, peering through the water dripping from the broad brim of his gaucho and grinning. "Excellent weather for a funeral and will reading. Of course, it's Ustalav . . . our weather is almost always suitable for such pursuits. A good thing, too, as anything gloomy is a national pastime here."

J. Alexander · Jan 15, 2012

So it begins

Seeing the splash on his trousers, Brendan will comment "oh well nothing a good cleaning want fix when we get settled for the evening" and will continue about his business.

mleibrock · Jan 15, 2012

Mowgli said:
Vadim glances up at the overcast sky, peering through the water dripping from the broad brim of his gaucho and grinning. "Excellent weather for a funeral and will reading. Of course, it's Ustalav . . . our weather is almost always suitable for such pursuits. A good thing, too, as anything gloomy is a national pastime here."

Falco smiles at his friend's insight, obvious as it is.

Scotley · Jan 16, 2012

It is late afternoon as you arrive at the environs of Ravengro. It appears to be a typical Ustalavian farming community of outlying farms and quaint buildings. The gray day makes it seem dreary, or perhaps it always looks that way. The town is reasonably well maintained. The village center has a large wooden gazebo where an old dog naps under the steps. The usually collection of houses and necessary shops can be seen--an inn, tavern, store, money lender, a town hall, a small jail, apothecary, a forge and the most elaborate building in town; a temple of Pharasma. Down by the river a moss covered statue of a muscular man with a truncheon can be seen. Looming over the town on a hillside is an old castle or fort long fallen. The Restlands, your goal and for which you are running a little late thanks to rain muck and bugbears, are on the far side of town.

The locals look to be typical farmer folk. Now that the rain has let up they can be seen bustling about as hardworking people must. They stare at you over gates and from windows as you pass and soon assemble in your wake in two's and three's to gossip about the strangers in town. A few pull small children into the house or yard as you approach. You'd guess there are maybe three hundred folk living in the area. A small self-sufficient place.

Maidhc O Casain · Jan 17, 2012

Vadim strides confidently through the village, smiling easily at the sombre folk going about their daily business. I'd bet my last piece of copper we're the strangest sight these folk have seen in quite some time. Then again, the Professor did make his home here, and odd things seemed to happen where e'er he went. So maybe not.

He speaks through the smile - quietly enough that only his comrades can hear. "Smile, friends . . . the circus is in town!"

Leif · Jan 17, 2012

Besharrn Blacktusk, Half-Orc Ranger3, AC21[25]/FF17/T14[18], HP 27/35

Besharrn sulks broodingly under the prying gaze of the townsfolk. He is used to such stares, and seldom does he find one that does not harbor some ill-will for him. "Brimstone! I am no circus act! Let these simple folk speak their minds plainly to our faces, or else keep silent and go back to their business." Besharrn is all talk, however, and he is careful not to meet the gaze of a single townsman as they make their way through the village.

[sblock=stats, Besharrn Blacktusk]
S15,D16,C14,I12,W12,C11

AC:21[10+7(+1 Breastplate)+3(Dex)+1(Dodge Feat)] [25 w/Shield of Swings]
FF:17
T:14 [18 w/Shield of Swings]

HP:27/35

Saves: Fort: +6 Ref: +7 Will: +3

Init +3, BAB +3, CMB +5, CMD 18 [22 w/ Shield of Swings]

Halberd +7, 1d10+3 dam, Short Sword +6, 1d6+2 dam, Heavy Crossbow +7, 1d10 dam

Feat: Shield of Swings - gain +4 AC and CMD but only do half damage. FULL ATTACK ONLY [APG]
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mleibrock · Jan 17, 2012

Falco

Falco looks about the village folk as they stare at this odd grouping. He walks tall (for a halfling) and as more of the townsfolk stare, he begins to make eye contact with each of them - tipping his imaginary hat at some and stopping his stride completely to bow at the ladies.

As they approach their final destination, Falco says to the others, "They won't soon forget the first time the laid eyes on this hero of theirs."