"I...I guess so" exclaims Jorzu as he looks at the last of the marbled dust float from his fingertips. "I had no idea my little beads could do that." His attention snaps away from his fingers to his neck-eye when Quinn chuckles as he walks away. "You don't think my eye did that do you?" Laiti is quick to interject; "No you dumbo. Somehow you didn't stuff it up and you managed to speak with the dead. Oooooo" she pulls a faux scared face as she teases her master. Quietly to herself she mutters "Maybe They are right about him. Nah, surely not."
Jorzu, unaware of Laiti's musings, brushes off her dumbo comment and follows Quinn out the door.
”Wow!” says Fergus, in awe for a moment. After consideration, he says, “Sounds like we will need the proper cleaning supplies and religious paraphernalia to cleanse the temple and rededicate it to Dumathoin.”
”Does anyone know how to do that? And maybe how we should inter Marthungrim here in the way of Dwarven tradition?” he asks.
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
There's a crash of broken china in the east room. Quinn peers in to find the two boys squabbling over a silver piece Pip found, used to level one corner of a crooked kitchen table. The kids seem to be energetically tossing the room for more coins, of which no more have yet been found. A teacup is lost to their ambitions.
Other than the south room, which was clearly dedicated to worship, the rest of the house is quite ordinary – the well-preserved home of a tidy dwarven paladin who lived alone and kept an unassuming but practical domestic home for himself. It's a warm and welcoming little house, other than the gaping hole in the ceiling and the collapsed stairwell.
”Wow!” says Fergus, in awe for a moment. After consideration, he says, “Sounds like we will need the proper cleaning supplies and religious paraphernalia to cleanse the temple and rededicate it to Dumathoin.”
”Does anyone know how to do that? And maybe how we should inter Marthungrim here in the way of Dwarven tradition?” he asks.
" With rock? Dwarf like rock.", Boona ventured helpfully.
"Cleaning supplies? I don't think that's the sorta cleansing that Marthungrim was speaking of. Ridding the temple of the tentacled ones should be good enough." Quinn pauses for a bit and ponders his knowledge of the Dumathoin. He looks back at Boona and shoots her a smile."I believe the Rockseekers worshipped Dumathoin. Lotsa miners did too, best I can recall.
Perhaps Boona is correct, burial here, in his home, beneath the earth in front of the statue would be best. It seems as though the paladin knew his days were numbered and most likely spent his final moments praying to his god. If we bury him here, the shrine can watch over his grave."
Jorzu
"I...I guess so" exclaims Jorzu as he looks at the last of the marbled dust float from his fingertips. "I had no idea my little beads could do that." His attention snaps away from his fingers to his neck-eye when Quinn chuckles as he walks away. "You don't think my eye did that do you?" Laiti is quick to interject; "No you dumbo. Somehow you didn't stuff it up and you managed to speak with the dead. Oooooo" she pulls a faux scared face as she teases her master. Quietly to herself she mutters "Maybe They are right about him. Nah, surely not."
Jorzu, unaware of Laiti's musings, brushes off her dumbo comment and follows Quinn out the door.
Fergus:
”Wow!” says Fergus, in awe for a moment. After consideration, he says, “Sounds like we will need the proper cleaning supplies and religious paraphernalia to cleanse the temple and rededicate it to Dumathoin.”
”Does anyone know how to do that? And maybe how we should inter Marthungrim here in the way of Dwarven tradition?” he asks.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
There's a crash of broken china in the east room. Quinn peers in to find the two boys squabbling over a silver piece Pip found, used to level one corner of a crooked kitchen table. The kids seem to be energetically tossing the room for more coins, of which no more have yet been found. A teacup is lost to their ambitions.
Other than the south room, which was clearly dedicated to worship, the rest of the house is quite ordinary – the well-preserved home of a tidy dwarven paladin who lived alone and kept an unassuming but practical domestic home for himself. It's a warm and welcoming little house, other than the gaping hole in the ceiling and the collapsed stairwell.
" With rock? Dwarf like rock.", Boona ventured helpfully.
"Cleaning supplies? I don't think that's the sorta cleansing that Marthungrim was speaking of. Ridding the temple of the tentacled ones should be good enough." Quinn pauses for a bit and ponders his knowledge of the Dumathoin. He looks back at Boona and shoots her a smile."I believe the Rockseekers worshipped Dumathoin. Lotsa miners did too, best I can recall.
Perhaps Boona is correct, burial here, in his home, beneath the earth in front of the statue would be best. It seems as though the paladin knew his days were numbered and most likely spent his final moments praying to his god. If we bury him here, the shrine can watch over his grave."
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Pud - lvl 7 Human Artificer - Alchemist (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight). [Retired]
Quinn - lvl 7 Human Ranger - Hunter (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk)