The Chronicle Campaign Gameplay - PbP

Ayra watches, amused as Agozur casually strides into the Inn and chats up the plant creature. She giggles a little at the ease of the exchange, reflecting that the world is full of wonders, both small and large, for her to see.  

Turning to Wraeven: "I will join you"  She follows him to the small hut.  As Wraeven knocks, Ayra will look at the symbol over the door.
Religion check (I presume) 21

[I'm sorry, Penguin, for your loss]

I’m sorry for your loss :-(

Having had his enjoyment of the board games, Al will down his drink quickly and head after Wraeven and Ayra. Being a cleric, he is always thrilled to be able to watch another cleric channel their divine powers as well. 

Alesandair watches as a group of robed figures sit across the table from one another 2 on 2, each with a row of grey orbs in front of them. The players each cause the various orbs to glow, the grey orbs change color and begin floating 1-2 feet from the table, hovering up and down. One of the players points a finger at a purple orb that launches a small spark toward a blue orb on the other side of the table, you notice it momentarily flash red then the glow fades to a grey and the orb drops to the table with a loud thump without bouncing as if held to the table. One player on the other side lets out a yelp followed by a growl. Before moving off to follow Wraeven, you managed to read the name from the wooden rules placard CHROMATURGY: A GAME OF ARCANE STRATEGIES. 

Mobya, Morn and Silv'ar will step up into the wagons to relieve you, and as they do, you will see the others heading back out from the Edge and moving toward the hut.

As you all head toward the small hovel, Ayra peers closely at the symbol above--recognizing it as a crescent moon shaped talisman connected to Corellis. She struggles to remember too many details only that this being was a protector of the elves. While you draw this bit of information out of your mental archives, Wraeven approaches the door, rapping on the dried mud covered sticks held together with rough twine woven from sapling bark. With the other four party members flanking him, Wraeven pushes in the door slightly and hears a gentle scraping, noticing a bit of light within the small hut. A crackling voice speaks slowly, "Hello stranger, you've entered the hut of Sprauchle. Are you known to us?" As you finish opening the door, she see a well-rounded figure hunched by a shell on it's back rising slowly to greet you.

 [without the gauntlets]

[I picture Wraeven in the front and the other four trying to peek in from over his should or under his arm-pit]

Wraeven

Wraeven lets his eyes adjust to the dimness. "I am called Wraeven" now, momentarily remembering another life.. "I am called to service and I seek the ceremonial rights of burial and transition for one who has fallen in the service of protecting innocence."

He glances at Ayra, to see if there is anything he should add. 

Again in a slow, drawling voice, "Well,  Sprauchle does not believe we recognize that name, but we might help you. The dead are those who cannot carry themselves, no... So Sprauchle must carry them, yes we must." 

The creature will rise slowly and steadily, "by fired urn or by soil firm, must we travel on. Which might this soul prefer? For most, death is an end, but in some worlds also a beginning, and we hope a good one."

 Wraeven:

[After the body is brought]

"Her name was Corru, she was a daughter of the Raven Queen. Who knows what fate had in store for her. She lived according to her beliefs. A belief that there is a greater purpose, a belief that there are things worth dieing for. Her story will continue, somewhere else." He pauses for anyone else to add. "The fire will carry her to her next home"

Ayra will reflecting with reverence on the words to the woman that they read in the scroll a day earlier.

When the body is brought in, she will prepare it for the fire, cleaning and arranging it to the best of her ability. 
"May you find peace on your journey" she says finally, placing the woman's weapon across her body, arms crossed over top of it, and then stepping away.  

As you all begin preparations, Morn will carry the wrapped body, and the wide tortoise creature will direct you all to an area behind the hut with large flat grey stones laid on the ground, hewn to make a tight-knit smooth surface. The tortoise commences a ritual that takes about an hour, moving around the stones. As the hour finishes, a purple flame that provides no heat surrounds the Shadar-Kai. The temperature begins to drop around you all. The body dissolves into a deep purple light, which concentrates itself into an orb above the weapon, and lowers into it, fusing with her blade, causing the razor edge to glow purple. The moon rises as the purple light dissolves into the evening sky, leaving only her weapon behind on the grey flagstone.

Wraeven:

"I hope this is ok with others but I would like to examine it."

Arcana 11

Mobya watches this ceremony with great amazement as she had never witnessed anything like it before. Up until this point she hadn’t thought much about the Shadar-Kai, but during this past hour Mobya realized that she probably died trying to protect the babies, and Mobya feels a wave of respect and gratitude for this stranger she never met while alive, but that now will live on in her memory.

With that, everyone goes to level 2. Feel free to update your character sheet accordingly. Well done everyone.

Wraeven with your knowledge of the arcane, you would know that rarely, and often only in cases of extreme self-sacrifice, the magical essence of such an act from the person may seek to reside in seemingly mundane objects. You would also know that to know the properties of such an occurrence, one would need to either attune to an item or find a way to identify the item.

As you take up the item, the shelled humanoid remains quiet a moment, then almost to himself "we are certainly dealing in love and pain, Sprauchle is sure, something beyond ourself indeed."

 Wraeven 

Wraeven to Ayra, (and others that are present)

"I would like to spend some time meditating on this item. I would like to find out if it was left behind for a purpose. Perhaps Corru felt she had more work left to do and stayed behind till it is complete?"

Ayra stays with Wraeven as he examines the weapon.  "This quest must have great importance" she says, and leaves him to his meditation.

[And level 2 YAY!]

Do you stay out in the tortle's flagstone behind his hut as evening falls?

Wraeven and Ayra would check to see if that is appropriate. Wraeven feels holy ground is a good place to do this (attunement) but he would take it back to the rooms if needed.