Sophiel gets up and flutters her wings. She uses Prestidigitation to clean herself off. She flits over to Arthur and is extremely curious about his gun and his wheelhchair. She has seen them before, but not this complex. She asks him about his weapon and where she could get one.
Doctor Sedgwick calls you all together in the front of the house and explains that he and Alanik are here investigating and seeking recover documents relating to a man named Loran Halvhrest, his business and the current state of any of his missing heirs. They were hired third party anonymously and had sent a message to their friend Rudolph Van Richten requesting aid. Doctor Ray goes on to explain that they have set up a base camp of sorts in the Parlor in the mansion. He explains that he will be holding a séance, much to Alanik's annoyance, to find out more about the mansion. He says that you are all free to explore the mansion but suggests that you all stay on the first floor as they do not yet know what might be in the mansion beyond the first floor.
"So... our goal is to get information on this Loran Halvhrest as well as any heirs and their business. And we will be conducting a séance in hopes of contacting Loran or someone close to him for answers? Can I trouble you both for a drink before this goes into practice?" Nuzar would run her fingers through her hair to contemplate what she got herself into. She'd peer around the parlor or the other neighboring rooms for a bottle of something.
Ogden will just look at the men and then the house clearly hesitant on the method they have chosen to use for contacting the dead "Messing with the spirits is never a good idea friends. Maybe we could just look around the house for answers."
Ra'Salva thinks back on the extensive books he's read, trying to recall if he's heard the name Rudolph Van Richten.
"Doctor, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Ra'Salva tips his hat and gives a slight, almost imperceptible bow. "I am Ra'Salva of Sembrea, at your service. I'm a man of letters myself. My research into the nature of temporal anomalies and direct and indirect causality is quite extensive. I wonder if you would allow me to join this seance as an impartial observer, for purely scientific purposes. I have read that in trance like states such as those reported by mediums one can experience an altered perception of time."
Ra'Salva places a hand upon Ogden's shoulder. "Chin up old boy. In my experience the only spirits one needs fear are those that come in bottles marked with an X. Most ghost stories are nothing but figments of a confused mind, one struggling to make sense of a troubling experience. An imbalance of the humors. What we call in scientific circles acute cerebral dyscrasia "
"Your friend has a curious way of recruiting help," Emrys grumbled. Emrys follows into the parlor. He looks around for an empty corner to remove his shield and set down.
Nuzar pauses her search and thinks about his answer for a moment. Why did she even ask that and what was she expecting? Who was this very proper, raggedy looking guy?
"Uh huh... Yeah, I like dark humor too." Was all she can answer, awkwardly trying to make a bit of a joke. She'd stand to her toes, reaching to over six feet tall to peer in a high cabinet for the spirits.
Ra'Salva takes a pipe from his pocket, shakes out the bowl, and places it in his mouth, patting the pockets of his oversized coat. Realizing at last that he's forgotten his tobacco, he takes the pipe from his mouth and looks at it disapprovingly. "Four humors flow through the body. Black bile, yellow bile, phlegm, and plasma... which is to say, blood. Each of these humors correspond to an element: earth, wind, water, and fire. It would all be quite unimpressive really, the ebb and flow of elementary fluids turning the cogs of a crude machine constructed of flesh and bone. It's rather grotesque when you stop to consider it. Only in the mystery of time do I find cause to marvel. It's not as immutable as we imagine, you know? Like the humors within our body, time can become imbalanced. It doesn't always push the cosmos along in the neat and orderly way we wish to imagine. This has been the basis of quite a few experiments I've conducted..."
Ra'Salva pauses a moment, looking around the room and remembering that he is talking to other people and not merely musing to himself. "I say, I seem to have forgotten my tobacco pouch. Might I trouble one of you for a pinch?"
"And the humors of a ghost would be ecto-plasma, huh? You'd think that would mean that would correspond to the spiritual element. But yeah, I get what you mean, the body is pretty interesting." There is a pause from Nuzar, studying Ra'Salva fully this time and taking-in his aura or demeanor of sorts. "I haven't had the coin to afford a smoke in awhile but, are you some sort of doctor, Salva?"
DM - Given distance, is Emrys aware of Nuzar's encounter?
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Sophiel gets up and flutters her wings. She uses Prestidigitation to clean herself off. She flits over to Arthur and is extremely curious about his gun and his wheelhchair. She has seen them before, but not this complex. She asks him about his weapon and where she could get one.
You would be aware of the de-escalation of the event, but in your fumbling to communicate, you only saw Nuzar freeze up momentarily.
Emrys rises, looking at the dwarf before beginning to walk openly toward the house. His sword in a relaxed grip by his side.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Ra’Salva follows Sophiel, but stands about 30’ from the porch, studying the tower’s architecture for any clues to its history.
History 6
Wraith stands quietly. Fascinated at the turn of events. She would wait to use Prestidigitation for now.
Ogden stays quiet following Emrys' lead through everything going on.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Doctor Sedgwick calls you all together in the front of the house and explains that he and Alanik are here investigating and seeking recover documents relating to a man named Loran Halvhrest, his business and the current state of any of his missing heirs. They were hired third party anonymously and had sent a message to their friend Rudolph Van Richten requesting aid. Doctor Ray goes on to explain that they have set up a base camp of sorts in the Parlor in the mansion. He explains that he will be holding a séance, much to Alanik's annoyance, to find out more about the mansion. He says that you are all free to explore the mansion but suggests that you all stay on the first floor as they do not yet know what might be in the mansion beyond the first floor.
"So... our goal is to get information on this Loran Halvhrest as well as any heirs and their business. And we will be conducting a séance in hopes of contacting Loran or someone close to him for answers? Can I trouble you both for a drink before this goes into practice?" Nuzar would run her fingers through her hair to contemplate what she got herself into. She'd peer around the parlor or the other neighboring rooms for a bottle of something.
Ogden will just look at the men and then the house clearly hesitant on the method they have chosen to use for contacting the dead "Messing with the spirits is never a good idea friends. Maybe we could just look around the house for answers."
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Ra'Salva thinks back on the extensive books he's read, trying to recall if he's heard the name Rudolph Van Richten.
"Doctor, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Ra'Salva tips his hat and gives a slight, almost imperceptible bow. "I am Ra'Salva of Sembrea, at your service. I'm a man of letters myself. My research into the nature of temporal anomalies and direct and indirect causality is quite extensive. I wonder if you would allow me to join this seance as an impartial observer, for purely scientific purposes. I have read that in trance like states such as those reported by mediums one can experience an altered perception of time."
Ra'Salva places a hand upon Ogden's shoulder. "Chin up old boy. In my experience the only spirits one needs fear are those that come in bottles marked with an X. Most ghost stories are nothing but figments of a confused mind, one struggling to make sense of a troubling experience. An imbalance of the humors. What we call in scientific circles acute cerebral dyscrasia "
Investigating individuals is not new to Wraith. Communicating with spirits on the other hand...
She is intrigued by this.
"Your friend has a curious way of recruiting help," Emrys grumbled. Emrys follows into the parlor. He looks around for an empty corner to remove his shield and set down.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
"Hey, Salva." Nuzar would call out, rummaging where the beverages could be. "What's your favorite humor?"
“Black bile.” Ra’Salva says in response to Nuzar, as if it were a perfectly reasonable question. “I’ve always been drawn to melancholy”
Nuzar pauses her search and thinks about his answer for a moment. Why did she even ask that and what was she expecting? Who was this very proper, raggedy looking guy?
"Uh huh... Yeah, I like dark humor too." Was all she can answer, awkwardly trying to make a bit of a joke. She'd stand to her toes, reaching to over six feet tall to peer in a high cabinet for the spirits.
Ra'Salva takes a pipe from his pocket, shakes out the bowl, and places it in his mouth, patting the pockets of his oversized coat. Realizing at last that he's forgotten his tobacco, he takes the pipe from his mouth and looks at it disapprovingly. "Four humors flow through the body. Black bile, yellow bile, phlegm, and plasma... which is to say, blood. Each of these humors correspond to an element: earth, wind, water, and fire. It would all be quite unimpressive really, the ebb and flow of elementary fluids turning the cogs of a crude machine constructed of flesh and bone. It's rather grotesque when you stop to consider it. Only in the mystery of time do I find cause to marvel. It's not as immutable as we imagine, you know? Like the humors within our body, time can become imbalanced. It doesn't always push the cosmos along in the neat and orderly way we wish to imagine. This has been the basis of quite a few experiments I've conducted..."
Ra'Salva pauses a moment, looking around the room and remembering that he is talking to other people and not merely musing to himself. "I say, I seem to have forgotten my tobacco pouch. Might I trouble one of you for a pinch?"
"And the humors of a ghost would be ecto-plasma, huh? You'd think that would mean that would correspond to the spiritual element. But yeah, I get what you mean, the body is pretty interesting." There is a pause from Nuzar, studying Ra'Salva fully this time and taking-in his aura or demeanor of sorts. "I haven't had the coin to afford a smoke in awhile but, are you some sort of doctor, Salva?"