conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tevin: The town of Ravengro looms before you as you make your way down the winding, leaf choked roadway. The loud complaining cawing of crows, with the rustle of dead leaves blowing in the wind fills your ears. Ravengro seems little more than a somber farming villiage, simple one and two storey buildings dot the countryside accompanied with a dozen or so tilled fields and a somewhat large cemetary, which seems far too large for a town so small. You see very few townsfolk as you make your way to Lorrimor's address, which is supplied with the note you received about the professor's passing, but those you do see are grim and scowl at you before disappearing inside their homes.
  
  Finally you come upon the Lorrimor estate. It is a modest abode, standing two stories tall, and of better make then most of the homes in Ravengro but by no means the most opulent. As you knock upon the door a portly moustached man answers. "Hello there, you must the ones Kendra is expecting, please do come in," he says in a friendly enough tone before ushering you into the parlor. Once inside you see a trim and attractive young woman, her eyes are red and puffy and she wears dark colored conservative clothes. As she notices you she flashes you all a strained smile before speaking.
  
  "Hello, I am Kendra, Kendra Lorrimor. I take it that you are Avita, Liliana, Bartholomew, and Claire, the ones m-my father had me send for? I'm glad that you all could make it here, and you're just on time." She seems like she is trying to be poilte in her greeting but you can easily see she is overcome with grief. "This is Zokar, the local tavernkeeper and a friend of the family, his son, and the others who are attending the funeral are awaiting us at The Restlands. I am sorry to ask this after your journey, as you no doubt would like to rest but can you come with us? The funeral will start momentarily..."
  
   
   Spoiler: Kendra Lorrimor 
   
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ionbound: Claire nods solemnly as she follows the Innkeeper to meet Kendra. When she sees how sad the professor's daughter is, Claire quickly moves to comfort her, even as she says, "Of course. I wouldn't miss the Professor's funeral for anything." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kvard51: Bart wears a solemn expression as he stammers an attempt at comforting words.  Unless you watch very closely.  Then you might notice that Bart's solemnity breaks for a split second, replaced by a brief look of rage before returning to a somber countenance.
  
   "Of course, Lady.  The professor deserves no less from his friends." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: nolongerchaos: Lily inclines her head respectfully to the man.
  " Thank you, kind sir. " Upon entering the residence, Lily reaches into a pocket and pulls out her well worn cards and selects one facedown at random as sue follows the others into the parlor and begins muttering to herself.
  "  What have you brought me this time? The Tumpet. Decisive action? At a funeral? No, can't be that. Pursuit of just causes? Hmm. Perhaps a reading of the late Professor? Could be. He recklessly confronted that crowd when we met. Maybe a reading of the past—  "
  Her mutterings cease at once upon seeing the woman, and hastily stows away her cards. She bows slightly as she says, " My condolences on your loss, my Lady Lorrimor. Though Master Lorrimor is in the care of Pharasma, the world is a lesser place without him. Were the circumstances less tragic, it would be a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Liliana Silverglen. "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: aberratio ictus: Inquisitor Avita Westermont  
  
  It was fortunate, she thought, that she had decided to wear her full vestments for the last portion of her journey, it would have been unpleasant to attend Professor Lorrimor's funeral in her travelling clothes. But as she had travelled by carriage, and the last portion of the way was only five hours long, there had been no need for that.
  
  Instead, Inquisitor Westermont wore her ornate silver breastplate over clean white clerical robes and a scarlet stole embroidered with Iomedae's symbol at its tips, as was only proper when attending a funeral.
  
  With the keen eye of an inquisitor, she had inconspicuously inspected her fellow travellers, as they had approached Lorrimor's domicile.
  The man seemed rather unremarkable, except for the white streak in his hair. Either a sign of bad fashion sense or a sign of severe past trauma. A warrior, apparantly, judging from the ornate bastard sword on his back.
  Then there was a woman, in a long, well-worn coat, wearing an eyepatch. A Varisian? The way she handled her harrowing cards suggested that assumption, but she seemed too pale.
  The other woman carried one of those new-fangled weapons, a musket. She seemed hardened, and very serious; so more likely a veteran, than a wannabe.
  
  Avita's disconcerting bright blue eyes fell upon the moustached man as he opened the door, then, after she had answered his words with a curt, but not unfriendly nod, upon Kendra herself, Professor Lorrimor's daughter.
  She was obviously grieving, and in an honest way - the relationship between father and daughter had been a good one, it seemed.
  
   "You are correct, Lady Kendra."  she finally spoke, her voice solemn and dignified.
   "I am Inquisitor Avita Westermont. Petros was a close friend. Him and you are in my thoughts and prayers." 
  
  Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the man's short flash of fury, replacing his otherwise solemn countenance. Avita showed no reaction, but it seemed curious to her. Had the man some unspoken grievance against Lorrimor or his daughter? If so, why had he been invited? Or was someone else the target of his suppressed rage?
  
   
   Spoiler: Roll to notice Bart's raging quirk ;) 
  
   (1d20+11)[ 24 ] 
   