Subject: The Restlands 1,305 views

[Alex]

You all are outside the gate of the Restlands with Kendra Lorrimor and a fine coffin. You have just arrived from a long trip and have all your gear with you/on (whatever you prefer) Besides you four, only a small handful of villagers are attending the funeral procession. Old friends of Lorrimar, they too have come to pay their respects.

Two old gray bearded men, one in military dress (that hardly fits anymore) and one in gentleman's attire still skinny as a twig. A middle-aged Round man with a brown comb-over and a Mustache stands with a 13 y/o kid who looks like he could be his son. A middle-aged woman in conservative dress, with huge coke bottle glasses and her stubborn curly hair barely tied down. All of them are somber and have little to say to any of you at this time.

Kendra asks you all.
"Who would like to be a Pallbearer? As per local tradition, Father Grimburrow and the gravediggers are already waiting at the site."

[lilonestevie]

I would love to help however I fear that I am not the best suited for the job

[Shar X'ianxin OrbbSenger]

His nerves fading slightly at the sight of the funeral. He carefully looks over each member of the gathering before speaking.

" Is this Lorrimor? "

He looks to the young woman who led him to the graveyard

[Alex]

Kendra looks to Shar and then to the ground for a moment.

"Yes, this is the casket of my Father, Professor Petros Lorrimor. Tonight is his Funeral. Thank you all for attending."

Looks over to Ginny. Is barely able to muster a forgiving smile.

"It is alright, I understand, It is not really a responsibility you can provide."

[Shar X'ianxin OrbbSenger]

With a sigh shar looks down arlt the coffin and shakes his head slightly. Stepping forward he addresses the woman who gathered them.
" I will help cross Lorrimor over."
He says almost unsure of the words as he speaks.
Then with more confidence the cloaked man removes his scarf and speaks to the coffin in a language most wouldn't understand...

Waela zhuanth nesst. Dos zhahen naut ulu el quin, dos k'jakr inbal natha dro ulu yaith rath.

His tone and expression seeming playful, but easy enough to tell an air of sadness behind it.

[Dawlish]

Dawlish eyes the casket warily, determining its weight, considering if he is strong enough. His attention snaps to the cloaked man when he speaks, listening to the language intently, then nodding his head.

[alikzhander]

Peter will take off his medallion and wrap it around his hand, his grip on Kendra's hand tightening.

"I will assist, it is my duty."

He will let go of her hand and give her a nod as he walks to the coffin, he speaks softly to himself while walking up to the coffin. Sorrow filling his eyes.

[Alex]

The large spectacles wearing woman steps forward and takes a corner of the casket.

Kendra says, "Thank you, Jominda, always one of Father's best friends."

Once everyone is ready and in position, the casket is lifted and then held on shoulders as the procession slowly enters the graveyard. Kendra Lorrimor leads the procession, slowly tracing a spiral gesture over her heart as she enters.
The other attendants of the funeral follow behind the Casket and do the same gesture as they enter.

The procession walks down the gravel paths that wind thru the graveyard. The first is named the Ancestor's Walk and then turn left onto the Dreamwake. Then rounding a corner onto a path called the Eversleep, you see that the way ahead is blocked by a group of a dozen surly looking locals holding various farming tools. The tallest of these toughs is an elderly but wiry man in farmers clothes. He yells out at you all as soon as you round the corner.

“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!”

Kendra is swift to respond, her sadness swiftly transforming into anger. “What are you talking about?” she cries out. “I arranged it with Father Grimburrow. He’s waiting for us! The grave’s already been...”

“You don’t get it, woman. We won’t have a necromancer buried in the same place as our kin. I suggest you move out while you still can. Folks are pretty upset about this right now.”

“Necromancy!? Are you really that ignorant?”

[alikzhander]

Peters eyes go wide and his hands ball.

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF SUCH BLASPHEMY! WHAT PROOF DO YOU HAVE OF THIS SHOW IT NOW OR SUFFER THE HARSH LASH OF MY TONGUE FOR SAYING SUCH CONDEMNING THINGS!!!"

His body language is livid as he is panting.

[Shar X'ianxin OrbbSenger]

Shar positions himself defensively the moment the mob is in sight. He looks back at the other barers with eyes of steel. When Kendra asks if they are ignorant Shar turns to stare daggers at the assembled roughians.

" Of course he's ignorant." He says to Kendra mocking them before addressing the old man.
" Lorrimor was no necromancer, his death is evidence of that. Now leave before your families have to prepare burials for you!"

Now Shar seems to be speaking with a confidence so far unseen by the gathering. His purple eyes burning bright with anger but his face remanes calm and unemotional.

[lilonestevie]

Ginny stand alert waiting for the next move

[Dawlish]

Dawlish, apparently left holding the casket by himself, lowers it as ceremoniously as possible with his little strength. He steps forward, pulling a heavy bound book, chained to his belt, from inside his robes. He opens it, and pulls his sleeves up. He addresses the crowd, and it becomes obvious that while he may know the words, he is no leader.
"People of Outward! You have come here with anger in your hearts. Anger bred of fear, bred of ignorance. You may not know me as you knew my Lord Lorrimor, but you may take my word when I tell you that this man did not practice Dark Arts. He was kind, and he was strong. And though we are kind, we are also strong, and we will defend his honor and his memory if you give us cause to. We will bury him here, and then we his coterie will discuss with you your woes. You may aid us, as he would have aided you all, or you may step aside. But I beg that you do not continue to block or path, for wolves do not care for the opinions of sheep."
Dawlish tries to look resolute, but it is obvious he lacks the skill.

[Alex]

Nobody has let go of the Casket yet, It is a Full-Round Action to do so, a stacking 40% of the Casket dropping for every person that just lets go.

The Elderly Leader looks over his shoulder as one of his own starts running off in the other direction from the procession. Then spits forward in your direction.

"This is a local matter! You strangers better just get out of the way! Get Em!"

5 of the villagers start running at you. They look demoralized from before the party started yelling at them. They have hoes, pitchforks and clubs.
They are 30ft away. The other half of the group stays back, threatens the others in the funeral party or hangs back to shout insults or give encouragement to their allies.

Peter Vex, Dawlish, Jominda and Shar are still holding the Casket.

Dawlish only has one hand on it currently, Book in the other.

Initative:
Dawlish: 20
Ginny: 17
Kendra: 15
Peter Vex: 14
Ravengro Thugs: 12
Shar:11
In order, put what you would be doing. I will roll for you and post your results.
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[Dawlish]

I Put down the casket.

[lilonestevie]

ginny will prepare to shoot a thug

(Draws and loads a Small Light Crossbow)