<div class="floatleft">(https://36.media.tumblr.com/a09b70f2dd60f7810f597a90b761c57d/tumblr_nuswz8kTdZ1tk4029o1_1280.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Timo Zoltikampa (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=546620)</span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong> HP:</strong> 13/13 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 (<em>T:</em> 12, <em>FF:</em> 15<br/><strong>Init:</strong> +4 | <strong>Speed:</strong> 40' | <strong>Melee:</strong> +2 | <strong>Ranged:</strong> +2<br/><strong>CMD:</strong> 14 | <strong>Fort:</strong> +3 | <strong>Ref:</strong> +3 | <strong>Will:</strong> +5<br/><strong>Channel Positive Energy:</strong> 1d6, 5/5<br/><strong>Travel Domain:</strong> <em>Door Sight</em> 6/6<br/><strong>Freedom Domain:</strong> <em>Liberty's Blessing</em> 6/6<br/><strong>Prepared Spells:</strong> 0 - <em>Detect magic, Guidance, Light</em> | 1 - <em>Bless, Bane, Sanctuary<sup>D</sup></em></div></div><hr/><br/>Timo exchanged a look with Aelys. The woman's story, however brief, seems ot have caught him for the moment. when he realized he was giving her an expectant look, he shook himself slightly, offering an apologetic smile. he followed the lead of others to lift and shouler the casket, being unfamiliar with the tradition; the coffin was lighter than he expected, much less than how it looked. With Quentan setting the pace, Timo found the march almost agonizingly slow. The instinct of his gait wanted long strides, to crest the hills, to be as brisk as the breeze...<br/><br/>But that wasn't all that was making Timo uncomfortable. Something was...<em>missing</em>. It was halfway to the boneyard before it struck him. The sober quiet of the gathering. He cleared his throat softly, before lifting his voice, adding a surprisingly throaty quality to the Varisian words that spill forth...<br/><br/><div align="center"><br/>"Not how did he die, but how did he live? <br/>Not what did he gain, but what did he give? <br/><br/>These are the units to measure the worth <br/>Of a man as a man, regardless of birth. <br/><br/>Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed? <br/>But had he befriended those really in need? <br/><br/>Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer, <br/>To bring back a smile, to banish a tear? <br/><br/>Not what did the gossiping hisses say, <br/>But how many were sorry when he passed away."<br/></div><br/>His verse drew to a close almost in time for the local munches to arrive. The youth's back straightens, his brow furrowing. A quick glance is given first to the dwarf, then to Kendra, as if to make sure neither are about to start crushing people - proverbially or not. Those dark eyes then settle on the rabble, giving them a measuring look. "This man's soul is set on its journey to the Lady of Graves. I am certain<em>She</em>will judge him worthy or not. Until she sends you word otherwise, you fine gentlemen please do his daughter the courtesy of a peaceful interment of her beloved father." Though not hostile, he doesn't really bother hiding that little thread of disgust.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">contributing an Aid Another to Aesa's diplomacy roll (when it arrives), DC 10: 9 (http:///forums/dicebot.php?r=80932) - of course it is. Welp, looks like Aesa's on her own  :-[ </div></div>