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Reden Orfort is a man of slightly above average height and dark brown hair. While not fat, he appears “soft” and tires easily. He is prone to wearing finery of an almost ridiculous style and expense, and keeps an entire team of seamstresses at his beck and call. He has not appeared in the turns.
Reden Orfort is one of the three most well-known townsmen, but he's fifth or sixth in terms of power. His power comes not from a guild, but from inheritted wealth, land holdings outside the town and private investments in other guilds.116plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAppeared or occurred in:
: The State of Maelbourg
An hour or so after the tailor left, a messenger arrived with an unsigned letter from Galgewe: I will not be able to visit you myself tonight due to prior engagements, so I will answer some of your questions here. Please destroy this message when you have comitted it to memory. If you forget, its ink is designed to fade within a day or two.
You asked for descriptions of the major players in town, so here they are. The number following each name is an indication of power and influence. There a… If he had devoted a bit more attention to business, rather than coasting on his family fortune while he enjoys the finer things in life, he could certainly have rivaled Ulan and Silquost.
Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
Description
A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist. has this to say: Someone on my side siezed Orfort from his home and imprisoned him a few days ago without informing me, and it took quite an extensive appology on my part to calm him down. His imprisonment is not common knowledge. Yesterday, on the seventeenth, a man I have not yet identified attacked Orfort in my name. and he has since become one of Silnquostplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gal Silnquost
Description
A man in his forties, tall, at least while seated, who had a full head of graying hair. He was of unspectacular appearance, but his voice made up for it. Townsman Silnquost was as tall as Ziedon, an unusual thing in Huerten. Like most townsmen, he was equipped with an ornate dagger that bore the insignia of his guild on its hilt. He also wore a sword, and, though it was difficult to tell through the elaborate clothing, there might have been a little extra …'s staunchest supporters.116plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAppeared or occurred in:
: The State of Maelbourg
An hour or so after the tailor left, a messenger arrived with an unsigned letter from Galgewe: I will not be able to visit you myself tonight due to prior engagements, so I will answer some of your questions here. Please destroy this message when you have comitted it to memory. If you forget, its ink is designed to fade within a day or two.
You asked for descriptions of the major players in town, so here they are. The number following each name is an indication of power and influence. There a…
Orfort was attacked again on the 19th, by one of his own bodyguards claiming to be in Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
Description
A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist.'s employ122plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAppeared or occurred in:
: Hewlard and Duddan
“You called me.”
Ziedon rolled over in his bed, ignoring the dream.
“You called me. Why?”
He was tired. How much sleep could he have gotten? Three hours? Four?
“You called me. Why?”
Ziedon opened his eyes a crack. The sun had risen only recently, and it was cold. The bird was perched on the highest shelf above the desk, staring at him with interest. It was also squawking annoyingly..
Orfort has taken to hiring even more guards these days (in order to protect him from any potential assassins in his own household) but is more discerning in their background. His position has become even more tightly intertwined with Silnquostplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gal Silnquost
Description
A man in his forties, tall, at least while seated, who had a full head of graying hair. He was of unspectacular appearance, but his voice made up for it. Townsman Silnquost was as tall as Ziedon, an unusual thing in Huerten. Like most townsmen, he was equipped with an ornate dagger that bore the insignia of his guild on its hilt. He also wore a sword, and, though it was difficult to tell through the elaborate clothing, there might have been a little extra … and he he openly celebrated the death of Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
Description
A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist.. He has stayed out of sight since the last attack.
Orfort is married, but is commonly known to keep at least two mistresses on the side. He regularly attends services at the house, offering substantial donations in order to assure a good seat. The priests of the Houseplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth
As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under the House, to which access is severely restricted. Expensive glass windows d… do not believe he is particularly devout, and fear he is prone to corruption of the body.
Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… planned to meet with Orfort122plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAppeared or occurred in:
: Hewlard and Duddan
“You called me.”
Ziedon rolled over in his bed, ignoring the dream.
“You called me. Why?”
He was tired. How much sleep could he have gotten? Three hours? Four?
“You called me. Why?”
Ziedon opened his eyes a crack. The sun had risen only recently, and it was cold. The bird was perched on the highest shelf above the desk, staring at him with interest. It was also squawking annoyingly., but never got a chance.
Orfort was mentioned but did not appear in these turns: 22plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigReferenced in:
: Nothing Gained
Before going to sleep, Ardith invited Kay to join her in prayer to Andritha. The two women prayed together in their room for a few minutes, and then made up their cots with blankets and went to sleep.
In the morning, they came down to the common room and had some bread, cheese, and a hot, sweet drink the bartender offered them that smelled faintly of alcohol.,29plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigReferenced in:
: The Message
Kreemon left Korisca at the bathhouse and took a short walk back to the marketplace. The market was not crowded, but it was not empty either. There were many people about, entering and leaving shops, examining the few booths that lined the main road, or just standing and talking to friends. A group of children was playing a game Kreemon did not recognize. Every time a horseman, those few that there were, came by, the children grabbed a few dozen trinkets from the road and ran to the side.,67plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigReferenced in:
: Sahlman's Adventure: The state of Maelbourg
Half a mile from the perimeter of Maelbourg, Sahlman turned to Forgolon. “This is dangerous work. We must talk now. I tell you, what I want is for my friends to be free and not work for bad men. This is all I want. You tell me now. Who is lord of Maelbourg now? Who put my friends in jail? Why they in jail? What you want from me?,112plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigReferenced in:
: Hebabelt Forester
His horse was untouched and had been treated well, and the new saddle was still leaning against the wall. Ziedon mounted, and rode until he just out of sight of the west gate, then dismounted. Wearing his old robes and equipped with his staff, Ziedon led his horse towards the gate.,114plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigReferenced in:
: Townsman Galgewe
“So Ziedon, I see you caused Townsman Ulfendol quite a bit of trouble.” When Ziedon opened his eyes, he saw Galgewe, standing tall, hands clasped behind his back. It was a bit hard to make out his features. When Ziedon opened his eyes wider and shook out the blur of sleep, he saw the reason. He was in a jail cell, securely locked, with metal bars reaching to the ceiling, and attached at their base to a half-wall of stone.,116plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigReferenced in:
: The State of Maelbourg
An hour or so after the tailor left, a messenger arrived with an unsigned letter from Galgewe: I will not be able to visit you myself tonight due to prior engagements, so I will answer some of your questions here. Please destroy this message when you have comitted it to memory. If you forget, its ink is designed to fade within a day or two.
You asked for descriptions of the major players in town, so here they are. The number following each name is an indication of power and influence. There a…,120plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigReferenced in:
: Velirra Dufowl, a Bad Omen
As they walked to the tavern, Ziedon felt an inexplicable tinge of nervousness, as if he was being followed. He looked back frequently, but could see nothing out of the ordinary. Then, just outside the tavern, a wave of fear washed over him. He stopped, unsure whether to hide or run, and then it passed.,122plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigReferenced in:
: Hewlard and Duddan
“You called me.”
Ziedon rolled over in his bed, ignoring the dream.
“You called me. Why?”
He was tired. How much sleep could he have gotten? Three hours? Four?
“You called me. Why?”
Ziedon opened his eyes a crack. The sun had risen only recently, and it was cold. The bird was perched on the highest shelf above the desk, staring at him with interest. It was also squawking annoyingly.,126plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigReferenced in:
: A Demostration of Power
It was two hours before Townsman Silnquost arrived. Three guards entered with him and positioned themselves around Ziedon. These were not the same three who had pinned Ziedon before; they looked stronger, better trained, wore different uniforms and bore higher-quality arms, the type one would expect to be with a man of,143plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigReferenced in:
: The Song of Destruction
Kreemon woke up hurting all over. He lifted himself slowly, only realizing he was lying on a table top when his motion unbalanced the makeshift stretcher, twisting it out of Ziedon's sore and tired hands, and sending it crashing to the ground. Kreemon rolled a couple times on the ground before colliding with the filthy wall of the alley. Weak from his many wounds, he lifted himself carefully on the palms of his hands, and saw,144plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigReferenced in:
: Gathering Support
The day got worse and worse for Ziedon. The volume of the chant became louder, until at times it was almost impossible to concentrate. It would then soften, but never as much as the last time. Ziedon felt he was running out of time to deal with this problem, and given how the last fight with the priests went, he would probably need help, and a good plan. He had just decided that, when the chanting reached a crescendo more powerful than any before it..