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Worsen is tall and gaunt. He shaves his pate bald to hide his awkwardly thinning hair, and has dark grey eyes. He has a deep scar on his neck and chest due to an old accident at the forge. Generally, he keeps it covered up. Despite a somewhat unusual appearance, his sonorous voice and friendly manner have enamored him to many of the common people of Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index.
Jackol Worsen is one of the six most powerful men in Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index. He heads the unofficial blacksmiths guild and by trade is an armorer himself, though he spends very little time at the forge these days. In addition to the wealth of his guild, he has a great deal of influence over the populous. Although he has very little sway over the other townsmen, 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. says he is precisely the type of person Balban would be looking for, to supplement political power with popular support.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…
Worsen is a deeply devout man who spends a large portion of each day in prayer at the House of Morenthplugin-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…, or the chapel of his own manor. He is unusual in that he has never married. Some say his devotion to Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics is so intense that he has no need for other family in his life. Some wags whisper that the same molten metal that has scarred his countenance also scarred the rest of his body as well, leaving romantic aspirations out of his reach. He has largely been left alone by both 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 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. in their conflict, due to the fear that involving him may lead to interference from 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….
His manor, while modest for a man of his means, is built like a fortified estate. It is surrounded by a spiked fence and patrolled at night by two large dogs. It is rumored he keeps a large store of his own wares somewhere inside his manor in order to outfit the men of his choosing in the best war-gear available in the event of emergency.
Forgolon has this to say about him: “Worsen would be a good choice, but risky. His connections with 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… make people take him at his word, but the priests might be watching out for your influence on him.”134plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAppeared or occurred in:
: Korisca's Claim to Townsmanship
In the morning, Ziedon gave Korisca some money. “I am famished,” he said. “Would you please be a dear and go get us something warm and filling to eat? You could also see if there are any rumors about last night, or any news. In the meantime, I need to review some of my notes. Please do not disturb me.
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… repeatedly tries to make an appointment with Worsen, but is never able to meet him.
Worsen was Waylad's contact.114plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAppeared or occurred 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.
Worsen is mentioned 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?,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…,117plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigReferenced in:
: Jerrakken
Ziedon slept deeply, and did not wake until fairly late in the morning. The rest of the materials for the summoning spell and the priming of the paper were on the desk, though some of the summoning materials were not _quite_ right. The spell would probably work anyway.,118plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigReferenced in:
: Ulan's Allies and Balban's Enemies
Ferenz's tavern had nothing like the lush accomodations of the Purple Raven. Leaving his escort outside, Ziedon entered a dusty, low- ceilinged room much wider than it was deep. While the poorest laborers of Maelbourg couldn't afford tavern food, the men assembled for lunch today were not much better off.,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.,134plugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigReferenced in:
: Korisca's Claim to Townsmanship
In the morning, Ziedon gave Korisca some money. “I am famished,” he said. “Would you please be a dear and go get us something warm and filling to eat? You could also see if there are any rumors about last night, or any news. In the meantime, I need to review some of my notes. Please do not disturb me.,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.