We could ask, Marrow responds to Keksi. Shall I ask? He looks around the group and doesn't see any objections, so he walks over to the two robed figures (alongside anyone else from the group who wishes to join). He clears his throat politely. Excuse me ma'am, sir. Could you possible help us? We're looking for Doomguide Yorvir Glandon. These two look more like gardeners really, but then priests do come in many shapes and sizes, he thinks to himself.
Kelvin gets some curt directions from the guard and sets off for the graveyard. He approaches the group slowly, and just sort of stands there not introducing himself. He is wearing well worn and patched monks robes over leather armor.
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Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God Adewild: Shadows and Light 2 Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
"What is it with strange people and the Graveyard today" complains the sentry at the gate. "Go north, out the city, big bridge, across the river. Can't miss it"
OOC: sorry here, Charwoman_Gene, was posting at work and mixed up who was missing. Take DM inspiration as well
The half-elf arrives as Casmenos nods his greeting.
The woman looks up from her labors and smiles. Clearly, the motley crew of seven materializing around the tombstones fazes her not one bit, and, if anything, visitors are expected. "You'll forgive Drolo and me for not getting up, Master Aasimar," she begins, "but these weeds are not going to pick themselves. Kelemvor respects all who have passed on 'round here, and that means we make sure our grounds respect them as well. People have to know that they'll be cared for in this life and the next." From their body language, you sense both are open to further conversation, but that they intend not to interrupt their work for it.
"Please call me Casmenos. I would rather my heritage not be widely known. There are beings that would relish a chance to capture one as I. As for Kelemvor, your care for the memories of the deceased surely bode well on the souls in his care. He will honor your work when it is your time to meet him.
Let us not keep you from your work. Can you point us in the correct direction to meet Doomguide Glandon?"
Destin will be hanging around beside the group, still a little unused to such social interations. He still prefers the wilds outside, and the forest. He keeps an eye out because even in a town, the restless undead can still be lurking.
"As you wish...Casmenos," nods the woman. "And, your companions...for I trust you are together? Do you all seek an audience with the Doomguide?"
Drolo puts down his blade and joins the conversation. "He cannot be interrupted for every single individual to come round; your needs must balance with Kelemvor's calling. What would be your business with him? Do you come as one?"
At the mention of balance, Bastian unexpectedly takes out a knife and a stone and begins to sharpen the blade, as if attending to a forgotten chore. Bastian intently watches the exchange with Drolo as he quietly works.
Both grey-clad people react in confusion. "Forgive Fedya and myself, but we know not of any notice. We study, and we tend the grounds out of respect for those interred here, but we know little of any public boards outside Valhingen Graveyard."
Tumal steps forward and extends his slender hands. "You have been very kind to indulge us in conversation. We apologize for interrupting you. If you could but direct us to Doomguide Glandon, we will leave you to your very important work."
Fedya offers to lead you to the Doomguide. On the way, she points out various tombstones and crypts, and accessories of note. There is an element, not of personal pride, but reverence in her voice for those who haves passed on in this city, and the simple work they do to memorialize them. You finally arrive, not in an office or cathedral, but at a simple building at the end of the rows.
Doomguide Yovir Glandon is a thin, human male of middle age, with a shaved head and a well-trimmed beard, streaked with grey. He is dressed in a grass-stained gray robe with twigs and leaves tangled around the frayed hem, sweeping leaves out of the simple stone chapel with a worn-out broom.
As you approach, he stops sweeping and turns his deep-set, blue eyes in your direction.
“Hello there,” he says in a surprisingly resonant voice, “What service can Kelemvor’s Faithful provide for you today?”
Having followed the closest to Fedya as she led them through the graveyard, Tumal bows slightly toward Glandon and speaks for the group, "Greetings. We are a band of adventurers who have all felt called to answer your inquiry posted on the city gate." He indicates the motley crew and smiles bravely.
Yorvir Glandon leans on his broom, and rubs his dirty, calloused hands through his thinning hair. He nods to Tumal and says "did you now." He takes in each of you in turn. His eyes are piercing, stern, but not unkind. With a wave, he dismisses Fedya and walks to the nearest rows, clearly expecting you to follow. He kneels on the soft earth.
"The faithful of Kelemvor have been tending these gardens for a century," he begins, as tends to the garden. "When we arrived, Valhingen Graveyard was overrun with weeds above, and with abominations below. These statuesque fields have gone from being a house of horrors to a place the citizens of Phlan can look to solace for while living, and look towards as a place of reward and rest when life comes to an end. As Kelemvor decrees it must. A final rest, not to be disturbed."
"You speak of an inquiry -- what do you know of the trials we face?"
Not much Destin thinks to himself, once again leaving the talking to the others. Perhaps I should let them speak some exposition, I might learn the situation better.
"Your situation should be dire, else I wouldn't have been called here. Maybe even more dire than you are aware. But I personally have no details." Casmenos answered.
We could ask, Marrow responds to Keksi. Shall I ask? He looks around the group and doesn't see any objections, so he walks over to the two robed figures (alongside anyone else from the group who wishes to join). He clears his throat politely. Excuse me ma'am, sir. Could you possible help us? We're looking for Doomguide Yorvir Glandon. These two look more like gardeners really, but then priests do come in many shapes and sizes, he thinks to himself.
Kelvin gets some curt directions from the guard and sets off for the graveyard. He approaches the group slowly, and just sort of stands there not introducing himself. He is wearing well worn and patched monks robes over leather armor.
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
"What is it with strange people and the Graveyard today" complains the sentry at the gate. "Go north, out the city, big bridge, across the river. Can't miss it"
OOC: sorry here, Charwoman_Gene, was posting at work and mixed up who was missing. Take DM inspiration as well
Casmenos follows behind Marrow and tips his head in reverence to the gardeners when they look up.
The half-elf arrives as Casmenos nods his greeting.
The woman looks up from her labors and smiles. Clearly, the motley crew of seven materializing around the tombstones fazes her not one bit, and, if anything, visitors are expected. "You'll forgive Drolo and me for not getting up, Master Aasimar," she begins, "but these weeds are not going to pick themselves. Kelemvor respects all who have passed on 'round here, and that means we make sure our grounds respect them as well. People have to know that they'll be cared for in this life and the next." From their body language, you sense both are open to further conversation, but that they intend not to interrupt their work for it.
"Please call me Casmenos. I would rather my heritage not be widely known. There are beings that would relish a chance to capture one as I. As for Kelemvor, your care for the memories of the deceased surely bode well on the souls in his care. He will honor your work when it is your time to meet him.
Let us not keep you from your work. Can you point us in the correct direction to meet Doomguide Glandon?"
Destin will be hanging around beside the group, still a little unused to such social interations. He still prefers the wilds outside, and the forest. He keeps an eye out because even in a town, the restless undead can still be lurking.
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"As you wish...Casmenos," nods the woman. "And, your companions...for I trust you are together? Do you all seek an audience with the Doomguide?"
Drolo puts down his blade and joins the conversation. "He cannot be interrupted for every single individual to come round; your needs must balance with Kelemvor's calling. What would be your business with him? Do you come as one?"
Casmenos answers with reverence, "We would all meet him together, as we all come for the same purpose; the notice on the public board."
Destin just nods. He can't think of any valuable input to add beyond acknowledging the assumptions of Drolo.
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At the mention of balance, Bastian unexpectedly takes out a knife and a stone and begins to sharpen the blade, as if attending to a forgotten chore. Bastian intently watches the exchange with Drolo as he quietly works.
Both grey-clad people react in confusion. "Forgive Fedya and myself, but we know not of any notice. We study, and we tend the grounds out of respect for those interred here, but we know little of any public boards outside Valhingen Graveyard."
Tumal steps forward and extends his slender hands. "You have been very kind to indulge us in conversation. We apologize for interrupting you. If you could but direct us to Doomguide Glandon, we will leave you to your very important work."
Fedya offers to lead you to the Doomguide. On the way, she points out various tombstones and crypts, and accessories of note. There is an element, not of personal pride, but reverence in her voice for those who haves passed on in this city, and the simple work they do to memorialize them. You finally arrive, not in an office or cathedral, but at a simple building at the end of the rows.
Doomguide Yovir Glandon is a thin, human male of middle age, with a shaved head and a well-trimmed beard, streaked with grey. He is dressed in a grass-stained gray robe with twigs and leaves tangled around the frayed hem, sweeping leaves out of the simple stone chapel with a worn-out broom.
As you approach, he stops sweeping and turns his deep-set, blue eyes in your direction.
“Hello there,” he says in a surprisingly resonant voice, “What service can Kelemvor’s Faithful provide for you today?”
Having followed the closest to Fedya as she led them through the graveyard, Tumal bows slightly toward Glandon and speaks for the group, "Greetings. We are a band of adventurers who have all felt called to answer your inquiry posted on the city gate." He indicates the motley crew and smiles bravely.
Bastian smiles at this with eager eyes. He gives a awkward, yet well-meaning nod towards Glandon.
Casmenos will once again nod in reverence and acknowledge him, "Doomguide."
Yorvir Glandon leans on his broom, and rubs his dirty, calloused hands through his thinning hair. He nods to Tumal and says "did you now." He takes in each of you in turn. His eyes are piercing, stern, but not unkind. With a wave, he dismisses Fedya and walks to the nearest rows, clearly expecting you to follow. He kneels on the soft earth.
"The faithful of Kelemvor have been tending these gardens for a century," he begins, as tends to the garden. "When we arrived, Valhingen Graveyard was overrun with weeds above, and with abominations below. These statuesque fields have gone from being a house of horrors to a place the citizens of Phlan can look to solace for while living, and look towards as a place of reward and rest when life comes to an end. As Kelemvor decrees it must. A final rest, not to be disturbed."
"You speak of an inquiry -- what do you know of the trials we face?"
Not much Destin thinks to himself, once again leaving the talking to the others. Perhaps I should let them speak some exposition, I might learn the situation better.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
"Your situation should be dire, else I wouldn't have been called here. Maybe even more dire than you are aware. But I personally have no details." Casmenos answered.