Carrion Crown AP (The Deadwatchers) - IC
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Triessa waits to lower her corner on Valanar's count, adding, "This is all just a big misunderstanding, so lets not do anything rash all right? These gentlemen just got the idea somehow that the Professor was...something he wasn't, and they're overreacting a bit."
She nods at the peasants blocking the road. "We all knew him very well...he was never involved in anything like necromancy. What could possibly make you think he was?"
She nods at the peasants blocking the road. "We all knew him very well...he was never involved in anything like necromancy. What could possibly make you think he was?"
Piedra curses Triessa silently. In his opinion there is nothing like a good brawl at a funeral. With the possible exception of getting drunk afterwards that is. And here she is trying to stop it. Well he is on his best behaviour today, so he does not do anything to interfere with her attempt.
HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
After they set the coffin down, Triessa steps up to address the thugs catching them off guard. The small woman's appearance may have something to do with their reactions but that is still unknown.
After the Changeling speaks Kendra adds, "My father fought against necromancers. And he even saved Pevrin from a ghoul attack!"
The farmers look to their leader and he just casts a venomous glance at the two women before waving the men off. The group of thugs moves off at a quick pace and soon the progression is once again off to the burial site.
At the plot with the freshly dug grave the party encounters Father Grimburrow and two gravediggers. The diggers lower the coffin into the ground and the priest begins to speak of the Professor. After gives a short sermon on the greatness of his accomplishments and selfless acts he asks Kendra to speak, but she is to choked up.
"Very well," he says in understanding. "Anyone else have anything they wish to share? A story or memory of their time with the departed." He asks the gathered mourners.
[Sblock=OOC] OK everyone post up if you wish to make up a story or tell a little bit of what's in your background to those gathered. Or you may just post that you stand quietly lost in your own grief or whatnot. Everyone who does post a small speech make a Diplomacy and or Perform(oratory) check please. After everyone posts we will continue.[/sblock]
After the Changeling speaks Kendra adds, "My father fought against necromancers. And he even saved Pevrin from a ghoul attack!"
The farmers look to their leader and he just casts a venomous glance at the two women before waving the men off. The group of thugs moves off at a quick pace and soon the progression is once again off to the burial site.
At the plot with the freshly dug grave the party encounters Father Grimburrow and two gravediggers. The diggers lower the coffin into the ground and the priest begins to speak of the Professor. After gives a short sermon on the greatness of his accomplishments and selfless acts he asks Kendra to speak, but she is to choked up.
"Very well," he says in understanding. "Anyone else have anything they wish to share? A story or memory of their time with the departed." He asks the gathered mourners.
[Sblock=OOC] OK everyone post up if you wish to make up a story or tell a little bit of what's in your background to those gathered. Or you may just post that you stand quietly lost in your own grief or whatnot. Everyone who does post a small speech make a Diplomacy and or Perform(oratory) check please. After everyone posts we will continue.[/sblock]
Cyansylph
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Valanar steps forward to deliver his own short sermon, sharing a short story abotu the professor in the process:
"I did not know the professor as well as I would have liked. He came once to our temple to learn about our worship of Abadar, and ended up instructing us. We told him how the most loyal and powerful followers were able to access Abadar's First Vault on rare occasion and retrieve copies of the perfect creations stored there. He assured us that Abadar would never allow such a thing for it could endanger the Vault, and that these worshipers were actually accessing a copy of the First Vault to retrieve the items. During his week with us, this happened several times as the Professor continued to explain our own cryptic beliefs to us. Through the little time I spent with the man, my knowledge and understanding of Abadar were greatly increased and I am a better follower for it.
I suspect many of you here may have had similar encounters. Lorrimor gathered knowledge not for his own empowerment and satisfaction. He did this so that he could share it with those around him, enhancing their lives with truths about their environment, the gods, and the world at large. This selfless concern for others is the mark of a great man and a life well lived."
"I did not know the professor as well as I would have liked. He came once to our temple to learn about our worship of Abadar, and ended up instructing us. We told him how the most loyal and powerful followers were able to access Abadar's First Vault on rare occasion and retrieve copies of the perfect creations stored there. He assured us that Abadar would never allow such a thing for it could endanger the Vault, and that these worshipers were actually accessing a copy of the First Vault to retrieve the items. During his week with us, this happened several times as the Professor continued to explain our own cryptic beliefs to us. Through the little time I spent with the man, my knowledge and understanding of Abadar were greatly increased and I am a better follower for it.
I suspect many of you here may have had similar encounters. Lorrimor gathered knowledge not for his own empowerment and satisfaction. He did this so that he could share it with those around him, enhancing their lives with truths about their environment, the gods, and the world at large. This selfless concern for others is the mark of a great man and a life well lived."
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Fangor the Fierce
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Watching the thugs depart, Bella shook her head in dismay. Perhaps there would be another time to teach them some manners, but today was not such a day. When the procession continues, and then the words of the Professor are spoken, her mind races back to the memories of him.
He often frequented her mother, yet overheard her name in those discussions. Eventually, she was introduced and learned that the Professor was one that studied all manner of subjects. It was her heritage and her ability to read the cards that interested him.
For a few evenings, she would read the cards, only to see great deeds in store for the Professor. She still remembered the last reading, in which something of a shadow hovered over the Professor. Still uncertain of what it was, she offered him the only thing she could give him; her blessing.
She often wondered how he fared, until a few days later, she felt the unfamiliar feeling, as if something was wrong. It was then that she realized her blessing was also a link they shared. She had given him a small blessing, but was aware of when it faltered.
Her thoughts race back to the here and now, as she finds herself staring at the burial site. Was this the end of his learning? His teaching? No, he had instilled in her, as well as these others, it would seem, the need for adventure. For learning. For something more.
She stands there, knowing her story of the Professor is not as regal as Valanar's. The time for her story is not now...
He often frequented her mother, yet overheard her name in those discussions. Eventually, she was introduced and learned that the Professor was one that studied all manner of subjects. It was her heritage and her ability to read the cards that interested him.
For a few evenings, she would read the cards, only to see great deeds in store for the Professor. She still remembered the last reading, in which something of a shadow hovered over the Professor. Still uncertain of what it was, she offered him the only thing she could give him; her blessing.
She often wondered how he fared, until a few days later, she felt the unfamiliar feeling, as if something was wrong. It was then that she realized her blessing was also a link they shared. She had given him a small blessing, but was aware of when it faltered.
Her thoughts race back to the here and now, as she finds herself staring at the burial site. Was this the end of his learning? His teaching? No, he had instilled in her, as well as these others, it would seem, the need for adventure. For learning. For something more.
She stands there, knowing her story of the Professor is not as regal as Valanar's. The time for her story is not now...
Piedra silently curses at the thugs departure. It had all the makings of the brewing of a good brawl. Oh well, another day perhaps.
The service and Valanar's story deeply moves Piedra. Not one to give speeches, he never-the-less feels compeled to say something. On his turn, he simply says in a quite voice "He was a good man. I thought him my friend and there are few people I say that about."
The service and Valanar's story deeply moves Piedra. Not one to give speeches, he never-the-less feels compeled to say something. On his turn, he simply says in a quite voice "He was a good man. I thought him my friend and there are few people I say that about."
Triessa spends the trip to the cemetary in a sort of daze, as if having trouble believing that her earnest plea had actually worked. It's a pleased sort of daze though.
Valanar's story moves her almost to tears, and she can't bring herself to follow him directly. Instead she waits for Piedra to speak his short, but honest, epitah, then moves carefully to the front.
"I had the privilege of being able to help Professor Lorrimar, and maybe even delay this day for a time. I met him on a road, an ill-used curve that went too close to a goblin warren to be safe. He was on a horse, with three of them ahead, and two behind. Fortunately, I was not alone...and my companion was strong enough that, with the professor's and my aid, we overcame the brutes."
She smiles wistfully. "He took me into his confidence and that night's supper was paid for by him. I was astonished at the wide range of subjects he knew about, and he had a very inquisitive mind. I could say we conversed, but really I mostly just answered questions."
Her chuckle fades to a sigh. "We moved on after that, sometimes exchanging letters, but not often. If I had known this moment was coming...if I had known time was short...I could have stayed with him. Maybe been there when he needed me. I wish I had been. The world has lost a great man...but I am just one person, and I cannot think of the world. All I know is that I have lost a great friend."
She hesitates, then adds an awkward, "Thank you," and hurries back to her seat.
Valanar's story moves her almost to tears, and she can't bring herself to follow him directly. Instead she waits for Piedra to speak his short, but honest, epitah, then moves carefully to the front.
"I had the privilege of being able to help Professor Lorrimar, and maybe even delay this day for a time. I met him on a road, an ill-used curve that went too close to a goblin warren to be safe. He was on a horse, with three of them ahead, and two behind. Fortunately, I was not alone...and my companion was strong enough that, with the professor's and my aid, we overcame the brutes."
She smiles wistfully. "He took me into his confidence and that night's supper was paid for by him. I was astonished at the wide range of subjects he knew about, and he had a very inquisitive mind. I could say we conversed, but really I mostly just answered questions."
Her chuckle fades to a sigh. "We moved on after that, sometimes exchanging letters, but not often. If I had known this moment was coming...if I had known time was short...I could have stayed with him. Maybe been there when he needed me. I wish I had been. The world has lost a great man...but I am just one person, and I cannot think of the world. All I know is that I have lost a great friend."
She hesitates, then adds an awkward, "Thank you," and hurries back to her seat.
jackslate45
First Post
Elthos was very glad that a fight never took place. He felt that it would have been a great disrespect to anyone, let alone Professor Lorrimor. The fact that the dwarf looked like he missed out a fight unnerved him, but he pushed it aside for now.
He stood up after Triessa, and spoke to the crowd as well.
"I only met the professor when I was young. However, it was meeting with him that changed my outlook in life. He was a warm, kind man. He stayed for a number of days with my mentor Cyrus, helping me learn the sword and my craft. It was with a cryptic message that he left me, that he would once again call upon me."
He shock his head and looked up once more. "It is with a sad heart that we see him go. But, we must have the strength to move on. " Elthos un-sheathes his sword, and plants it into the ground, kneeling before it. The next words he says are of his fathers tongue, and a prayer that Cyrus taught him:
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Be at peace at last, and let Pharasma guide you onward.
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He then stands ,sheathes his sword, and returns to his seat, ignoring the stares of passers buy.
He stood up after Triessa, and spoke to the crowd as well.
"I only met the professor when I was young. However, it was meeting with him that changed my outlook in life. He was a warm, kind man. He stayed for a number of days with my mentor Cyrus, helping me learn the sword and my craft. It was with a cryptic message that he left me, that he would once again call upon me."
He shock his head and looked up once more. "It is with a sad heart that we see him go. But, we must have the strength to move on. " Elthos un-sheathes his sword, and plants it into the ground, kneeling before it. The next words he says are of his fathers tongue, and a prayer that Cyrus taught him:
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Be at peace at last, and let Pharasma guide you onward.
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He then stands ,sheathes his sword, and returns to his seat, ignoring the stares of passers buy.
