Daunton's Dead Shadow (DM:Ukingsken, Judge:????)
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Grakk turns back and looks Kamotz in the eye and says with a serious tone, "Yes Kamotz...I will take you there one day friend, if that is what you wish. We will go together and enjoy many encounters with death!"
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covaithe
Explorer
Kamotz' nose does not lead him astray, and Daunton's crowds give Grakk a wide berth as he walks down the street, carrying a fresh corpse still dripping blood.
As you arrive at the temple, Magnus quickly excuses himself and goes off after ritual supplies.
Shortly thereafter, as Grakk trails gore up the gleaming white marble of the front steps, you are met by a bespectacled young priest in robes that are slightly too short; perhaps the result of a recent growth spurt. He hurries to intercept you before the trail of blood grows any longer.
"Pardon me, friends, but bodies for burial are to be taken directly to the Rite of Preparation through the side entrance. Did you not see the signs? Oh! It's y-you," he stammers, recognizing Kamotz. "You're the one everyone is talking about, the shifter working for the Holy Patriarch. Er, could you... I mean... Would you like me to... Uh, that is, how can I help you? Sir?" He makes fluttering gestures at the body and the blood (which has now been stepped in several times, strewing bloody footprints across the atrium) but clearly fears to challenge you on it.
[sblock=Magnus]The temple's small library complex easily supplies you with the ritual and the components, which are surprisingly inexpensive. Or perhaps unsurprisingly; the notes are merely common paper and ink, after all. There are even a handful of quiet, well-lit cubicles for study, in which you begin the task of mastering the ritual.
ooc: Don't want to get too far ahead chronologically of the rest of the party. Component costs to repair the notes... Let's say 5g.
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As you arrive at the temple, Magnus quickly excuses himself and goes off after ritual supplies.
Shortly thereafter, as Grakk trails gore up the gleaming white marble of the front steps, you are met by a bespectacled young priest in robes that are slightly too short; perhaps the result of a recent growth spurt. He hurries to intercept you before the trail of blood grows any longer.
"Pardon me, friends, but bodies for burial are to be taken directly to the Rite of Preparation through the side entrance. Did you not see the signs? Oh! It's y-you," he stammers, recognizing Kamotz. "You're the one everyone is talking about, the shifter working for the Holy Patriarch. Er, could you... I mean... Would you like me to... Uh, that is, how can I help you? Sir?" He makes fluttering gestures at the body and the blood (which has now been stepped in several times, strewing bloody footprints across the atrium) but clearly fears to challenge you on it.
[sblock=Magnus]The temple's small library complex easily supplies you with the ritual and the components, which are surprisingly inexpensive. Or perhaps unsurprisingly; the notes are merely common paper and ink, after all. There are even a handful of quiet, well-lit cubicles for study, in which you begin the task of mastering the ritual.
ooc: Don't want to get too far ahead chronologically of the rest of the party. Component costs to repair the notes... Let's say 5g.
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CaBaNa
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Kamotz straightens out slightly Pardon our mistake, I'm used to Bacarte. Could you assist us in finding the proper way to His Holiness. Also take care of this body, his name was Varonus in life, and we may need to speak with the corpse. Kamotz glances at the marble, Do we employ people to clean this? If not, a small gang of boys, The Poe Eye'z, affiliated with the Red Boots, could use the work. I'd be glad to place the money down to start the youth program. Kamotz starts digging into his robes, looking for gold.
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Grakk smirks at the reaction of the priest, then bumps Vrrsk't in the shoulder and states "Kamotz's reputation is growing. Good for him."
covaithe
Explorer
"Yes, sir, yes, of course. We'll take care of everything, get it all laid out and ready for you. The High Priest's office is up those stairs... Hey, you lot! Stop eavesdropping and make yourselves useful!"
The young priest is already gesturing at a gaggle of acolytes eagerly loitering just within earshot and misses your move toward your purse. In short order, there is a sturdy stretcher of stain-proof material for Varonus, with a black velvet shroud to cover him, and four sturdy acolytes vigorously carry the bier into a side chapel. The rest of them don't even seem too disappointed to be issued mops and buckets; this is clearly much more interesting than their usual afternoon occupations. They even bring warm wet cloths for Grakk to clean the gore off of himself before seeing the High Priest.
Grakk takes the cloths from the priest, looks at them for a moment, then hands them back to the priest. "Thank you, but I have no need for these priest of Lauto."
CaBaNa
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Kamotz slowly begins picking up on what has been happening, *I'm becoming impotant, no, I don't know anything about Death, why would I be important?* the shifter notices Grakk denying the warm towels, but before the goliath can hand them back Kamotz intervenes, Not to wash away your glory Grakk, for your feet, like this, shaggy hands smear blood on the towel as the shifter lifts it from Grakk, he stoops down and washes the blood and dirt from his ankles and feet. Let me get your feet, it's a shorter stoop for me than you. Kamotz bends down waiting for Grakk to lift his foot from the ground.
Shaking his head, Grakk reluctantly raises his right foot for Kamotz to clean. "Kamotz, these customs are very strange to me, but I will do them if it will help us eventually find the information we need." Grakk puts his right foot down after Kamotz signals him that he has finished. He then raises his left foot. Grakk also takes a towel to swipe at some of the carnage still left on his shoulder.
