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Domhani Bairdéir 03
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Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Cyr Escunar, the priest
OOC: I'd rather examine the body in private, I'm afraid that mortitian will hang around to supervise us. But, since we are already on the way ...
Cyr speaks quietly, but with confidence that says he is asking for formalities sake.
"Good day to you, sir. I wonder if I might be allowed to see the body the guard Dubhghlas brought here today. I'm here to give him last rites at behest of his fiance, Lady Cliodhna.
These gentlemen are in the middle of investigation of the disturbance that resulted in this guards death and would like to examine the body for clues. With your permission, of course."
OOC: Do I need to roll personality attack or (maybe) some skill? I see this more as RP then mechanics, but I'm not familiar enough with HERO
OOC: I'd rather examine the body in private, I'm afraid that mortitian will hang around to supervise us. But, since we are already on the way ...
Cyr speaks quietly, but with confidence that says he is asking for formalities sake.
"Good day to you, sir. I wonder if I might be allowed to see the body the guard Dubhghlas brought here today. I'm here to give him last rites at behest of his fiance, Lady Cliodhna.
These gentlemen are in the middle of investigation of the disturbance that resulted in this guards death and would like to examine the body for clues. With your permission, of course."
OOC: Do I need to roll personality attack or (maybe) some skill? I see this more as RP then mechanics, but I'm not familiar enough with HERO
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Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
At the Morticians
The mortician stands in his doorway and glances cursorily (spelling?) over the party before opening his door wide to allow you in. He escorts you down a set of stairs to an underground preparation room where Dubhghlas' body lies on a table ready for burial prep. As the Críu gathers around the body, the mortician moves to the door but stops short of returning up the stairs.
[sblock=Skáth]When the mortician is giving the group the once over before allowing you in, you see him do a brief double take as he notices the ring on Dílis' finger. His eyes widen very slightly and his emotions take on overtones of nervousness.[/sblock]
The mortician stands in his doorway and glances cursorily (spelling?) over the party before opening his door wide to allow you in. He escorts you down a set of stairs to an underground preparation room where Dubhghlas' body lies on a table ready for burial prep. As the Críu gathers around the body, the mortician moves to the door but stops short of returning up the stairs.
[sblock=Skáth]When the mortician is giving the group the once over before allowing you in, you see him do a brief double take as he notices the ring on Dílis' finger. His eyes widen very slightly and his emotions take on overtones of nervousness.[/sblock]
mleibrock
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Skáth
Skáth will lite upon Gavril's shoulder so he is somewhat equal in height to the mortician. "Be not afraid sir, what is your name? We are here merely to examine the body, nothing more."
OCC - Mike, this guy does not look like he could have participated in the killing does he?
Skáth will lite upon Gavril's shoulder so he is somewhat equal in height to the mortician. "Be not afraid sir, what is your name? We are here merely to examine the body, nothing more."
OCC - Mike, this guy does not look like he could have participated in the killing does he?
Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
mleibrock said:
OOC: Nah - he's old and moves really slowly. More likely, whatever has everyone in town giving the Bairdéir the cold shoulder is what he's worried about.
Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Cyr Escunar
OOC: since we don't know if Dubhghlas was religious, Cyr will take the accountrements of the religion most prelevalent in the region.
IC:
Continuing his dettached role, Cyr starts taking out various religious regalia, candle, small jar of oil and the book.
Once you complete the examination, I'll start with last rites.
Turning to the mortitian.
Don't worry, good sir, I'll take care that the body is not ?desecrated?. You can go on with your business.
OOC: ?desecrated? I lack better word in english, could be spoiled, defiled, anything with less vile meaning. What I meant to say is that we will show proper respect for the deceased.
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Sorry, I should have told you, but I didn't really plan it, it just came out like that. It now appears as if I'm not with you. I apologize. I'm not sure if that is a good or bad thing and maybe it would be best if we could keep separate council so that whoever looks for you doesn't know about me and Skath. But we can discuss it in more detail later. Since we already came here together it's probably too late anyway.
I'll examine the body while I prepare him for burial. If any of you feel queasy feel free to turn away or go chat up the mortitian. I have a salve that will lessen the smell if you want.
With that, Cyr offers yet another jar with some pink paste inside.
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OOC: since we don't know if Dubhghlas was religious, Cyr will take the accountrements of the religion most prelevalent in the region.
IC:
Continuing his dettached role, Cyr starts taking out various religious regalia, candle, small jar of oil and the book.
Once you complete the examination, I'll start with last rites.
Turning to the mortitian.
Don't worry, good sir, I'll take care that the body is not ?desecrated?. You can go on with your business.
OOC: ?desecrated? I lack better word in english, could be spoiled, defiled, anything with less vile meaning. What I meant to say is that we will show proper respect for the deceased.
[sblock=Once mortitian goes out]
Sorry, I should have told you, but I didn't really plan it, it just came out like that. It now appears as if I'm not with you. I apologize. I'm not sure if that is a good or bad thing and maybe it would be best if we could keep separate council so that whoever looks for you doesn't know about me and Skath. But we can discuss it in more detail later. Since we already came here together it's probably too late anyway.
I'll examine the body while I prepare him for burial. If any of you feel queasy feel free to turn away or go chat up the mortitian. I have a salve that will lessen the smell if you want.
With that, Cyr offers yet another jar with some pink paste inside.
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Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
Last Rights
Looking somewhat appeased but throwing a frightened look at Skáth, the mortician backs out the door and up the stairs.
Cyr goes about making his preparations as the others examine the body, but there is nothing unexpected to be found here - he died of exsanguination caused by perforation by a long thin wooden object driven into his chest at terrific speeds.
Once his preparations are complete, Cyr stands close to the body and begins the standard 'Last Rights' ceremony for Domhan (the one appropriate for situations where no particular deity of the pantheon was worshipped, but homage was given to all - the case for most of the population). However, as he sprinkles, gestures, and prays something ususual begins to happen. His motions begin to slow, along with his praying. His words first slur somewhat, then come to a halt as his eyes take a vacant look. And then he speaks in a hollow voice that seems to echo, as though spoken from deep within a well:
"Clún and Radharc suffer treachery from within; more than the old bonds of friendship tie the two together now, but old friends are not at the core of this conflict. The Shadow that slew me promotes chaos for his own purposes. Unity only will prevail against Scáthach Craosach (OOC: 'Devouring Shadow' or 'Ravenous Shadow'). Now please release me into peace; I may speak no more."
With these final words, Cyr's eyes clear and his voice returns to normal, but a feeling of tension remains in the air of the small cellar.
Cyr shakes off the effects of the spirit possession and continues with his ceremony. Soon the entire party is engulfed in a blanket of peace and serenity; a warm lassitude fills each of you and the tension in the air dissipates.
Looking somewhat appeased but throwing a frightened look at Skáth, the mortician backs out the door and up the stairs.
Cyr goes about making his preparations as the others examine the body, but there is nothing unexpected to be found here - he died of exsanguination caused by perforation by a long thin wooden object driven into his chest at terrific speeds.
Once his preparations are complete, Cyr stands close to the body and begins the standard 'Last Rights' ceremony for Domhan (the one appropriate for situations where no particular deity of the pantheon was worshipped, but homage was given to all - the case for most of the population). However, as he sprinkles, gestures, and prays something ususual begins to happen. His motions begin to slow, along with his praying. His words first slur somewhat, then come to a halt as his eyes take a vacant look. And then he speaks in a hollow voice that seems to echo, as though spoken from deep within a well:
"Clún and Radharc suffer treachery from within; more than the old bonds of friendship tie the two together now, but old friends are not at the core of this conflict. The Shadow that slew me promotes chaos for his own purposes. Unity only will prevail against Scáthach Craosach (OOC: 'Devouring Shadow' or 'Ravenous Shadow'). Now please release me into peace; I may speak no more."
With these final words, Cyr's eyes clear and his voice returns to normal, but a feeling of tension remains in the air of the small cellar.
Cyr shakes off the effects of the spirit possession and continues with his ceremony. Soon the entire party is engulfed in a blanket of peace and serenity; a warm lassitude fills each of you and the tension in the air dissipates.
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