Ruik's Carrion Crown Pt1

[Ruiktheforgotten]

The Haunting of Harrowstone

Some small towns grow up around a university, their shops and other offereings catering to a scholastic clientele. Others boast famous festivals or specialized industries that draw skilled artisans and craftsmen. But in the sad case of Ravengro, the towns claim to fame is a prison. And not just any prison, for Ravengro supported one of Ustalav's most notorious Jails-Harrowstone. Twice a year, a prisons convoy rounded up the worst of the worst from smaller, less secure jails across the principality and transfered the to Harrowstone, often to await death by hanging, but always to live out the rest of their lives as prisoners.

Our story begins with the hero's receiving word that their old friend, Professor Petros Lorrimar, has recently passed away. The news was sent to them by the Professor's daughter, Kendra Lorrimar. The Heroes, wishing to pay their respects, make their way to Ravengro to attend the funeral. Upon reaching town, their are instructed to gather at the entrance of the Restlands, Ravengros Cemetery. When they arrive (having had no time to even change into clothing appropriate for a funeral) ,the heroes are met by Kendra and a fine coffin, containing the professor.

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice. Father would have appreciated the effort you all must have had to go through to get here. I'm also sure he would appreciate it if you would act as his pallbearers."

The heroes notice only a small handful of villigers are present for the funeral procession. Old friends of Lorrimar, they too have come to pay their respects. The villigers consist of Councilman Vashian Hearthmount, Councilman Gharen Muricar, Tavernkeeper Zokar Elkarid and his 13-year old son Pevrin, and Jominda Fallenbridge, Ravengro's apothacary and good friend of the Professor.

OOC: Can i get some volunteers to be the pallbearers? gonna need at least 4 of ya'll to a maximum of 6 of ya.

 

[Jemal]

"Gor would be honoured." The tall, somewhat brutish looking Half-orc bowed to the young lady, his kind smile and civilized demeanor belying his apparent brutishness. "Gor only hopes you can forgive inappropriate attire, there was not chance to change." He motions to his silvery armoured Breastplate.

 

[kinem]

Rijel steps forward. The muscular elf is clad in his studded leather armor and still bears his sword and bow from the road.

"I'd be honored as well. My deep condolences on the loss of your father."

 

[jkason]

Malounen Tiliney, human druid

Mal still couldn't believe the professor was dead. It seemed flatly impossible that the man whose lecture had inspired the young man's entire career could be ... well, mortal. But there was no denying it now, faced with the mourners. And the coffin.

"Count me in," the young man said, stepping up to join the others. It seemed the least he could do for his academic hero.

[sblock=Spells Prepared] Orisons (DC 15): Guidance, Create Water, Detect Magic
1st level (DC 16): Burning Disarm, Entangle, Hydraulic Push (CMB 7), Stone Fist (D)[/sblock]

 

[saphyre_wolf]

"I would would be honored to help as well," replies a small sleek looking catfolk, as her black tail that protrudes from under her cloak flicked back and forth.
"I apologize for my lack of formal attire i had no time to spare to change," she bows her head looking at her black studded leather armour.

 

[BBs]

Too sad to say anything, Xilena nodded in silence for a "hello". She feared that loosing perhaps the only person who ever cared for her, saying anything would just make her cry.

 

[Dharuhk Svahre]

Alfred never like funerals. He had only ever been to one before, with the unfortunate passing of his master just weeks past. He wasn't even sure why he was here. He barely knew the man. Just seen him for mere moments as his master had greeted him on the street while they passed through town. From what he could tell, they were old friends. But no explanation had ever followed the chance encounter.

It was only by random fate that Alfred was in attendance. A letter the professor had sent to his master had been delivered shortly after his death, requesting a meeting with much urgency. No mention had been made towards the purpose of the meeting, but it did seem important to come quickly. Alfred had taken it upon himself to deliver the news of his masters passing, only to find that the professor himself had passed away before Alfred had arrived. Now here he stood, watching another dark procession very much similar to the last one he had attended. Alfred never liked funerals.

All he could do was stand to the side, fidgeting uncomfortably as he watched others volunteer to carry the coffin. It was no place of his to get involved. After all... he hardly knew the man.

 

[The Joker]

Kyrus silvers

Kyrus’s eyes scanned over the letter over and over. He had hoped that the bumpy carriage ride he had taken here from Gaafrin had screwed up his sight and he was reading it wrong, but that was impossible as he had read it when he had received it and he was in his stall, on solid ground. He could hardly believe it, even when it rested in front of his eyes. The man who had influenced his life so much had truly fallen. Kyrus leaned back, stuffing the letter into a inside pocket before letting his arms take up the entire seat and crossing his legs. It seemed just like yesterday he was asking him for alchemical components and advice

But Kyrus had spent so much time reminiscing he hadn’t heart the bustle of village life and was only roused from his thoughts by the drivers yell and the thump of the strongman he had hired. “We are here, milord!” Kyrus pulled his hood up, and grabbed his travel spellbook off the seat next to him, which he had been studying on the way, and looked out the window. This town was known to him. His memory often failed him, but he knew this town as Revengro: the town of chains. He looked back at the driver and politely reminded the driver where he was headed. “The cemetery please, and hurry.” His voice was calm, regal and alluring, like warm silk. The man only nodded. As he flipped threw his book, he couldn’t help but get lost in his studies, a rather annoying habit he had. When he looked up, he had arrived.

As the carriage came to a halt, Kyrus stepped out of the carriage, placing the spellbook back in a large leather caring case on his right hip as he made his way to the back where his belongings where and simply flipped the man the last silver he owed him and another to the strong man. The robust man barely managed to lifted the heavy, redwood trunk off the back of the carriage and placed it by the side of the road. “Are you sure its going to be ok here?” the man asked in a gruff tone. Kyrus smiled his trademark playful grin and nodded. “Anyone who can lift that, drags it off without me noticing, and then gets the locks open, deserves what’s inside.” He waved good day to the men as they departed and he made his way inside.

As he arrived on the scene, he saw the casket was already being hosted onto some pallbearers shoulders, and decided to instead silently follow behind. As he made his way to his position he hesatated when he saw the most peculiar thing, or rather, two. “catfolk?” he thought, but remained silent. Deciding that this wasn’t the time or the place for a scientific study, he made sure to question them later and turned his mind to his surroundings. As he looked at the insultingly small crowed filled with sad faces, a tear welled up in his eye. This man had indeed changed his life but whenever he was at a funeral, it reminded him how he wasn’t there for his own parents. Looking at the casket, he whispered, “Goodbye my friend. May infernos guide your soulfire back to the everflame.”

 

[Ruiktheforgotten]

And so Gor, Rigel, Mal, and Zatira take up places at the 4 corners of the coffin and they begin to carry it. Kendra, who will be the lead of the procession moves to the front. "As i am his closest living relative, it will be me who leads father to his final resting place." With purpose at hand, while holding back her tears, Kendra begins leading the heroes into the restlands. The path they walk is known locally as the dreamwake, a gravel path that winds throughout the cemetary.

Walking on they pass beside the Ancestor's walk, the path leading into the heart of the Restlands, eventually ending up at the intersecting path known as the Eversleep, where the proffesor will be laid to rest. As the procession rounds the corner, they notice a group of people blocking their path. Upon inspection, this group looks to be locals, as the expressions on the councilman and Kendra turn from those of sorrow to those of shock. This group of a dozen or so men do not looking welcoming and in fact have a surly look about them.

The tallest of the group, an elderly but wiry retired soilder named Gibs Hephenus, addresses kendra directly. "That's far enough. We been talking, and we don't want Lorrimor buried in the Restlands. You can take him upriver and bury him there if you want, but he ain't goin' in the ground here!"

OOC: players will now be allowed a chance to make a diplomacy check to attempt to avoid conflict with the thugs. The first person to attempt a check with be the check used and any subsequent tests will be aid another checks instead. Also, to kyrus and Gor could i get you to post your prepared spells for the day just for my sanity

 

[Jemal]

Gor suppresses a small growl as his orc blood boils at the insult to the man who saved him from life as a savage and introduced him to civilization. He was raised better than to give in to his anger though, and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He looked around at the others, keeping the coffin steady and waiting for one of the humans to right this wrong among their own people, waiting to voice his support.

OOC: Gor is trained in diplomacy, but will take a 'moment' to calm himself and wait for less 'monstrous' looking individuals to try calming the crowd. He'll be aiding another.