The Heros have all traveled from distant lands to attend the funeral of Melian, a renowned dwarf warrior, who has died of old age there was two weeks of time alloted for the viewing of Melian during which thousands upon thousands of people paid their respects.
The heros arrive on the very last day of the funeral which is usually reserved for family and close friends. There are about 150 or so people in attendance, most of which are dwarves, but several humans, elves, halflings, and gnomes dot the crowd. The altar on which Melian rests is adorned with runes that glow a deep blue hue (arcana check 15, these runes glow with preservative magic, used to allow the showing of a body at a funeral to be extended). While most of the attendees appear to be generally sad, they revel in the deeds of Melian. All of the attendees of this portion of the funeral sit around an enormous table upon which the stone slab holding Melain rests. Those who were closest to the deceased typically sit nearest to the body, while others sit farther away. As the heros approach the feast, the wind picks up and rain begins to fall.
(Perception 15 a small gnome in a beautiful robe stands up flicks his wand and the wind and rain begins to bend around the feast and even though the winds are becoming strong, the food and people appear to be undisturbed) As the heros enter the area within around 50’ of the feast they are hit by a warm puff of air and are dried completely. They see several empty chairs. Shortly after they sit, one not too tall but larger than average dwarf sitting at the dead center of the table stands up and slams his tankard down. “Who among you, who are not of my family knew my brother Melian? Come, recount your tales of crossing paths with him!” One by one, in turn, around the table clockwise, dwarves and men alike recount tales of:
(halfling) defeating hoardes of enemies in the goblin war,
(human) when Melian saved a clutch of gold dragonlings from a band of dragon hunters and then the dragon hunters from the elder gold dragon.
(Gnone) Melian slaying the giant king with nothing but a chipped stone,
(dwarf) Melian saving a child from the clutches of a werecat,
(dwarf) Melian wading across a river 3.5 feet deep with twelve maidens held high above his head on a plank so they wouldn’t get wet (a feat of strength which ironically made them wet),
(human) a tale of a time when Melian and he encountered a group of entertainers who turned out to be thieves and a group of thieves who turned out to be entertaining.
After several more impressive sounding (some TOO impressive sounding) tales of heroism the dwarves at the table begin singing a traditional dwarven song.
“there he lies and rests his eyes our hero of this land,
where doth he go that handsome beau up high or far below?
(one half) up high! up high! Up high goes he to live amongst the gods!
(other half) or low, down low to slay more foes and find some seeds to sow!
After the funeral the group begins to splinter, some go home and some announce that the drinks will continue flowing at the Cracked Cask.