“Oh, please eat first,” Lutont said when no one responded. “I think they can be held off that long.” He stood and walked to the fire, where a pot of the bland-smelling breakfast was steaming, and began spooning the stuff into bowls. He'd only filled two bowls, when the door resounded with a loud knocking. “I should have been quieter,” Lutont said, losing some of his humor. “Now they know we're awake. If none of you mind the knocking, we can eat breakfast first, but it might be best to get this done with now.”
Kreemon set a bowl in front of Bork and took one for himself. “They can wait,” he said, and sat down to eat.
“Very well,” Lutont said. As the knocking became more frequent and more insistent, and then rarer and more hesitant, the group ate their porridge. Lutont occasionally smiled or chuckled at something that no one could fathom, breaking his sterner and more serious character from the night before.
“Ready now?” Lutont asked when everyone was finished. “Good.” He opened the door to a tired-looking lot of villagers. Dawn was just beginning to brighten the sky, and their initial excitement had worn off. “Did you think I'd let them run off?” Lutont asked the crowd. “It was no use freezing yourselves.”
“We have to know, Lutont.” The crowd parted for a moment so the innkeeper could get through. “She's awake now.”
Lutont looked back into his house at his guests. “This won't take long.” He looked at Kreemon specifically. “And it won't do anything to your minds. Chances are, nothing at all will come of this, so the most you have to lose is time.”
Kreemon replied back, “What will be happening, exactly?”
Lutont turned around. “Just a moment,” he said to the crowd outside. While he closed the door, the innkeeper yelled “Lutont!”
“It's nothing to be worried about. Rielicca has powers similar to those of Maralorn. He knows when an act has been taken against a mind. She knows what acts a mind is capable of taking against others. She is very useful in this village, as she can tell young people what their power is and spare them the frightful realizations that older people like me had to go through. We can only hope she'll be with us for a few more years.”
Johannesplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaster Johannes Eltermann
Johannes Eltermann is very tall, and slightly more slender than average, and has a well-defined, delicate bone structure. His hair and eyes are dark brown. He keeps himself well-groomed and clean-shaven, and tends to dress in plain but well-tailored clothing in dark, formal colors. The lack of ostentation flaunts his taste. He currently wears good-quality traveling clothes with matching boots, a belt, from which a dagger hangs, and a cloak. shrugged. “Let's get this over with, then.” Then, frowning, he seemed to gather himself to some decision. “I have something I discovered I need to do. I can't continue with you to Huerten now, although if you wish my help I'll meet you there later. There's something I need to do first.” He shook his head.
While this discussion was going on, Koriscaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigKorisca Valym
Korisca would be a beautiful woman if she bathed regularly. Most of the time, her face is soot-covered and her hands are grimy. Her blue eyes stand out as the only colorful feature of her face. Her blond hair is full of dirt and ragged, and is never combed neatly. Even after bathing, which never cleans her completely, she seems to draw the dirt back onto her skin within hours. Korisca is slim and light-footed. She wears a good cloak and breaches, soft boots and a vest. Two knife s… slipped to the back of the group. Hiding behind everybody else, she hoped that Rielicca wouldn't notice her.
“Lutont!” Everyone could hear Harran the innkeeper through his banging on the door. “Open up! We have a right to know!”
Lutont sighed. “Ready?” he asked his guests. Not waiting for an answer, he opened the door.
Harran nearly tumbled in. When he'd steadied himself, he glared at Lutont, then stepped aside. Behind him was a girl about fourteen years old. She looked emaciated, and her face and hands were spattered with large, irregular blotches of darker color. The rest of her body was covered in a thick coat that extended down to her feet. Standing behind her, with his hand on her shoulder, was a man who was most likely her father. She looked up at Lutont with tired, drooping eyes.
“Please come in out of the cold,” Lutont said. “No, not you,” he added to Harran, who had taken a step forward. “You can wait outside.” Lutont did compromise, however, by leaving the door open after the girl and her father had entered.
Rielicca stood in the middle of the room, and looked at each of Lutont's guests in turn, but her eyes passed over Kayplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigKay Wanderwit
Kay is an attractive, eighteen year old girl. She has dark brown hair, tanned skin and hazel eyes. The bow she carries is of a very fine quality. Kay wears brown calfskin breeches, and a green wool vest. When traveling, she wears brown deerskin breeches and a red linen vest. Her old cloak is black, and made of fine but worn wool. She has become a close friend of as if she wasn't even there, and she never did notice Koriscaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigKorisca Valym
Korisca would be a beautiful woman if she bathed regularly. Most of the time, her face is soot-covered and her hands are grimy. Her blue eyes stand out as the only colorful feature of her face. Her blond hair is full of dirt and ragged, and is never combed neatly. Even after bathing, which never cleans her completely, she seems to draw the dirt back onto her skin within hours. Korisca is slim and light-footed. She wears a good cloak and breaches, soft boots and a vest. Two knife s…. She took a good long look at Johannesplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaster Johannes Eltermann
Johannes Eltermann is very tall, and slightly more slender than average, and has a well-defined, delicate bone structure. His hair and eyes are dark brown. He keeps himself well-groomed and clean-shaven, and tends to dress in plain but well-tailored clothing in dark, formal colors. The lack of ostentation flaunts his taste. He currently wears good-quality traveling clothes with matching boots, a belt, from which a dagger hangs, and a cloak., and her eyes opened wide. “He's from Dunweigplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigYunim / Dunweig
by Arnell, edited by the DM
Yunim
Yunim is (in the year 577) a cosmopolitan trade center in the region of Meheiral, run by the Orithoran religion, led centrally from the great Temple of Justice. It is on the edge of Yunim Lake, making fishing one of its principal industries. The!” she cried, and then fell into a fit of coughing. Harran and many of the others tried to push their way in at that comment, until Lutont yelled, “Calm down! Tonnel Fleminton says he's from Duerstadtplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe City of Duerstadt
Duerstadt has been the capital of Rang since the reign of Diure XXXVIII (729-749). It is a major trading port on the Ice Sea (so called for the occasional iceberg that shows up therein). The Ice Sea separates Rang from the Skendu Islands to the north. Although the harbor of Duerstadt isn't threatened by pack ice in the winter, the various Skendui ports are, and the distance between the north coast of!”
“Then he's Uyithlyaw.” The commotion died down, and Rielicca had to repeat her statement so that everyone could hear. Then the noise picked up again, but this time they seemed impressed rather than fearful. It was obvious that many were about to say something or other, or ask a question, but when Rielicca looked at the next guest, everyone was quiet.
Next was Ardithplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigArdith
Ardith's long hair is tied in a bun with cords dyed with berry juice, two each of red, blue and black. She wears an unbleached linen shift and bodice, a deerskin jerkin, and low brown boots. Ardith always wears the Sign of Andritha on a chain around her neck. The Sign is a three inch circle of copper with a large onyx in the center, obviously quite heavy, but Ardith wears it with the ease of one long accustomed to the burden., and Rielicca's eyes opened wide again. Harran mumbled from the door, “I knew we should have had Maralorn look at all of them.” Rielicca was at a loss for words, and she took a step towards the priestess to get a closer look. “I think she can do almost anything,” the girl said in awe, taking a step back. Then she squinted in surprise. “But she doesn't. She heals people, and can make fire, and knows whether others are good… There's more,” she said, looking at her father, who shook his head. By this point, not a sound came from outside the door, and Lutont was completely still.
Rielicca looked at Kreemon, and seemed to have trouble focusing her eyes. She fell into another coughing fit, and when she recovered, it took her a few seconds to find Kreemon. She squinted at him for quite some time before speaking. “This is an elusive magic,” she finally said. “I don't think he is who he is.”
Rielicca looked at Lutont, then at Harran, then at her father, all of whom were speechless and staring at one or another of Lutont's guests. “That's all,” Rielicca said. Somehow, her father regained his composure enough to help her out of the room. The crowd parted for them smoothly, as if its members didn't even know what they were doing.
Kreemon's scowl deepened but he was patient until the group left. Then he asked, “So what was that all about? 'Uyithlyaw', 'He isn't who he is'. What type of fell magics are going on here?”
Johannesplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaster Johannes Eltermann
Johannes Eltermann is very tall, and slightly more slender than average, and has a well-defined, delicate bone structure. His hair and eyes are dark brown. He keeps himself well-groomed and clean-shaven, and tends to dress in plain but well-tailored clothing in dark, formal colors. The lack of ostentation flaunts his taste. He currently wears good-quality traveling clothes with matching boots, a belt, from which a dagger hangs, and a cloak. frowned absently, then spoke to Lutont and the crowd. “I'm not Uyithlyaw, as you should know, although Mineasia said I would need his help soon with the headaches I've been suffering…. Who is he? What is he capable of?”
Lutont answered with difficulty, as his mouth was still agape. Somehow, he calmed himself enough to give an intelligible answer, even though the rest of the villagers were still silent. Some of them looked worried.
“_She_ is the fortune-teller, and no one is completely sure what she's capable of. She was born here, but her power exceeds that of anyone in Osander River Village. And Kreemon Fangly, you should not take Rielicca so lightly. I believe some of the villagers are wondering, with the combined magic of the three of you, whether you will destroy this village and everything in it.”
Kreemon's face flushed red, though he kept his anger bottled up and managed to keep his strained voice level. “What magic? The priestess, yes, I understand. But the bookworm? Me?”
A look of fear crossed Kreemon's face, and he stepped forward to grip Lutont's shirt in a double fist. Kreemon lifted Lutont up onto his toes. “I told you not to be messing with my mind! Now you be casting magics upon me?! What have you done!”
Harran leapt into the room, but then seemed unsure as to what he should do. “I've done nothing,” Lutont said, trying to keep his voice clear, but unable to get out more than choked words. “I couldn't touch your mind if I wanted to.”
Johannesplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaster Johannes Eltermann
Johannes Eltermann is very tall, and slightly more slender than average, and has a well-defined, delicate bone structure. His hair and eyes are dark brown. He keeps himself well-groomed and clean-shaven, and tends to dress in plain but well-tailored clothing in dark, formal colors. The lack of ostentation flaunts his taste. He currently wears good-quality traveling clothes with matching boots, a belt, from which a dagger hangs, and a cloak. turned towards Kreemon, speaking sharply. “That's ENOUGH! Do you have so little gratitude to Lutont for the hospitality he has offered? And these people haven't offered a scrap of harm. Much less than I can say for Dunweigplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigYunim / Dunweig
by Arnell, edited by the DM
Yunim
Yunim is (in the year 577) a cosmopolitan trade center in the region of Meheiral, run by the Orithoran religion, led centrally from the great Temple of Justice. It is on the edge of Yunim Lake, making fishing one of its principal industries. The, where, if you don't forget, a guard changed his nature in an instant and attempted to slay us. Do you honestly think the origin of the strangeness is here?”
Ardithplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigArdith
Ardith's long hair is tied in a bun with cords dyed with berry juice, two each of red, blue and black. She wears an unbleached linen shift and bodice, a deerskin jerkin, and low brown boots. Ardith always wears the Sign of Andritha on a chain around her neck. The Sign is a three inch circle of copper with a large onyx in the center, obviously quite heavy, but Ardith wears it with the ease of one long accustomed to the burden. finally broke her silence. “Kreemon,” she said, quietly, but with a voice imbued with power, “let us learn from these people. Clearly, something has happened here that leaves these people with extraordinary abilities. Perhaps our exposure to the ruins in Dunweigplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigYunim / Dunweig
by Arnell, edited by the DM
Yunim
Yunim is (in the year 577) a cosmopolitan trade center in the region of Meheiral, run by the Orithoran religion, led centrally from the great Temple of Justice. It is on the edge of Yunim Lake, making fishing one of its principal industries. The has had an effect beyond merely erasing some of our memories. Calm yourself and let us learn.”
Kreemon let go of Lutont with a slight push. His face was a smooth red by now and his voice was low and menacing. “Maybe you all _do_ have something to worry about.” Kreemon looked over at the fireplace. “I think I had the right idea yesterday.”
Harran stepped right up to Kreemon, so the two of them were alone in the center of the room. “Magic or not, I won't have you doing anything to this town or anyone in it. I'll chase you out myself if I have to.” Two or three of the more daring villagers stepped up close, afraid for the innkeeper.
While the others were arguing, Koriscaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigKorisca Valym
Korisca would be a beautiful woman if she bathed regularly. Most of the time, her face is soot-covered and her hands are grimy. Her blue eyes stand out as the only colorful feature of her face. Her blond hair is full of dirt and ragged, and is never combed neatly. Even after bathing, which never cleans her completely, she seems to draw the dirt back onto her skin within hours. Korisca is slim and light-footed. She wears a good cloak and breaches, soft boots and a vest. Two knife s… glanced around the cottage, subtly looking for escape routes and hiding places. If the argument broke out into a fight, she wanted to be clear of it. The one-room shack was poorly furnished, with a straw mat, three chairs and an oven whose flue led through a hole in the roof. Koriscaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigKorisca Valym
Korisca would be a beautiful woman if she bathed regularly. Most of the time, her face is soot-covered and her hands are grimy. Her blue eyes stand out as the only colorful feature of her face. Her blond hair is full of dirt and ragged, and is never combed neatly. Even after bathing, which never cleans her completely, she seems to draw the dirt back onto her skin within hours. Korisca is slim and light-footed. She wears a good cloak and breaches, soft boots and a vest. Two knife s… could hide behind the oven, but she couldn't climb it – the fire was still burning. Escape routes included the door and a shuttered, covered window, five feet off the ground and about a foot square. It was possible that the window was barred or nailed shut against the upcoming winter storms; Koriscaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigKorisca Valym
Korisca would be a beautiful woman if she bathed regularly. Most of the time, her face is soot-covered and her hands are grimy. Her blue eyes stand out as the only colorful feature of her face. Her blond hair is full of dirt and ragged, and is never combed neatly. Even after bathing, which never cleans her completely, she seems to draw the dirt back onto her skin within hours. Korisca is slim and light-footed. She wears a good cloak and breaches, soft boots and a vest. Two knife s… didn't check. Since the sun had just started to rise, the room was still full of shadows, created by Lutont's lantern and those of the villagers outside. Her best bet was probably to sneak out the door.
Kreemon looked puzzled. “You ensorcel me, play with my mind and only the Four knows what else, and you think I will smile about it?”
“Look,” Harran said. “The only one here who touched your mind, or even can touch your mind, is me, unless it's one of you three. And I only did it to protect Yilly.”
“Harran –” one of the villagers behind him began.
“I won't have him torching this village! I don't care what kind of evil magics he possesses; he'll have to go through me before he harms anyone here.”
Johannesplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaster Johannes Eltermann
Johannes Eltermann is very tall, and slightly more slender than average, and has a well-defined, delicate bone structure. His hair and eyes are dark brown. He keeps himself well-groomed and clean-shaven, and tends to dress in plain but well-tailored clothing in dark, formal colors. The lack of ostentation flaunts his taste. He currently wears good-quality traveling clothes with matching boots, a belt, from which a dagger hangs, and a cloak. grimaced and turned to Kreemon. “_Think_ for a moment, Kreemon. There's a disturbance of balance here, to be sure, but this is just the edges of it. If you let yourself try and destroy this place, it puts you in much the same position as the Five Children when they were locked in their pointless struggles with one another. Do you really want that?”
Kreemon replied automatically, as if by rote. “Everyone suffers the little Death.” Kreemon's eyebrows scrunched in as he spoke. He repeated the line a few times under his breath, the color fading from a flushed red to a healthy tan, then his words changed. “Yes, it makes sense. The Big Death is coming. That is what is needed here.” Kreemon's eyes lit up with understanding. “The villagers need to move to an area that is not tainted with such fell magics. It is the land that is doing this, and so the land needs to experience the Big Death in our little manner. This village needs to be burned to the ground and the ground salted. That is the only way to be free.”
Johannesplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaster Johannes Eltermann
Johannes Eltermann is very tall, and slightly more slender than average, and has a well-defined, delicate bone structure. His hair and eyes are dark brown. He keeps himself well-groomed and clean-shaven, and tends to dress in plain but well-tailored clothing in dark, formal colors. The lack of ostentation flaunts his taste. He currently wears good-quality traveling clothes with matching boots, a belt, from which a dagger hangs, and a cloak. reached up and rubbed his forehead, shaking his head slightly.
“Fell magics?” Harran yelled, not subject to Kreemon's calming mantra. “Look here –” another villager stepped into Lutont's house to stop Harran, but Harran pushed him away. “Look. Nobody's burning anything, not if I have any say in it. We'll keep our magics, thank you, if only to keep wild magics like your own at bay. Now are you going to leave peacefully, or fighting?” Lutont, like most of the other villagers, were totally speechless. The looks of fear only became more intense with Kreemon's calmness and Harran's fury.
Kreemon replied with a calm voice, finally at peace with the situation, “I don't have any magics. Besides, I'm not afraid of dying; I'm afraid of living.”
“Enough of your riddles –”
“No,” said Lutont, finally regaining his composure. “I recognize them; they're Zahiranplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZahira
by Diane Hutton and the DM
The Common View
Zahira is seen as a dangerous cult that welcomes the Zioth and embraces death. It is led by mysterious druid-like entities known as “True Zahirans.” There is quite a bit of legend surrounding these druids, such as their ability to appear out of nowhere, or the fact that they all look alike.. We had a Zahiranplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZahira
by Diane Hutton and the DM
The Common View
Zahira is seen as a dangerous cult that welcomes the Zioth and embraces death. It is led by mysterious druid-like entities known as “True Zahirans.” There is quite a bit of legend surrounding these druids, such as their ability to appear out of nowhere, or the fact that they all look alike. come through here before, remember? About ten years ago…. So you don't know your own magic?”
Johannesplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaster Johannes Eltermann
Johannes Eltermann is very tall, and slightly more slender than average, and has a well-defined, delicate bone structure. His hair and eyes are dark brown. He keeps himself well-groomed and clean-shaven, and tends to dress in plain but well-tailored clothing in dark, formal colors. The lack of ostentation flaunts his taste. He currently wears good-quality traveling clothes with matching boots, a belt, from which a dagger hangs, and a cloak. shook his head wearily. “Kreemon is the Zahiranplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZahira
by Diane Hutton and the DM
The Common View
Zahira is seen as a dangerous cult that welcomes the Zioth and embraces death. It is led by mysterious druid-like entities known as “True Zahirans.” There is quite a bit of legend surrounding these druids, such as their ability to appear out of nowhere, or the fact that they all look alike.; not myself or the others. As you can see, Ardithplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigArdith
Ardith's long hair is tied in a bun with cords dyed with berry juice, two each of red, blue and black. She wears an unbleached linen shift and bodice, a deerskin jerkin, and low brown boots. Ardith always wears the Sign of Andritha on a chain around her neck. The Sign is a three inch circle of copper with a large onyx in the center, obviously quite heavy, but Ardith wears it with the ease of one long accustomed to the burden. is a priestess of the Mother, and Zahrism…” His mouth quirked wryly for a moment. ”… is less than popular in the Royal Estates. I only know the level of detail I do because of my time in study of theology at the College of Moral Philosophy in the University of Duerstadtplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe City of Duerstadt
Duerstadt has been the capital of Rang since the reign of Diure XXXVIII (729-749). It is a major trading port on the Ice Sea (so called for the occasional iceberg that shows up therein). The Ice Sea separates Rang from the Skendu Islands to the north. Although the harbor of Duerstadt isn't threatened by pack ice in the winter, the various Skendui ports are, and the distance between the north coast of gave me a certain degree of knowledge about many religions.“
“No, I mean the sayings –”
“I have no magic,” Kreemon said suddenly. “Just my beliefs.” He frowned. “Why do you persist that I have magic? I think you are just scrying the results of your own delving and taint.” Kreemon repeated in a voice that sounds like he was trying to convince himself, “I have no magic.”
“Alright,” Harran said, “you have no magic! Lutont, are you going to insist on keeping this man here, while he's calmly asserting that he wants to destroy our whole village? I won't have it!”
Lutont sighed. “I would have liked to speak with you further, but Harran's right; you should all go. Don't make Harran tell you – you know what will happen, and you've made it quite clear that you don't want any magic.”
Johannesplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaster Johannes Eltermann
Johannes Eltermann is very tall, and slightly more slender than average, and has a well-defined, delicate bone structure. His hair and eyes are dark brown. He keeps himself well-groomed and clean-shaven, and tends to dress in plain but well-tailored clothing in dark, formal colors. The lack of ostentation flaunts his taste. He currently wears good-quality traveling clothes with matching boots, a belt, from which a dagger hangs, and a cloak. nodded slowly as Lutont and Harran spoke. “I understand. Although I still must seek a guide to Uyithlyaw. I… am sorry about this, and regret that we have so abused your hospitality. It was unfair of us.” He pressed his eyes closed for a moment, hanging his head, looking weary and defeated.
Kreemon wrinkled his nose. “It is good we are leaving this place, it reeks of magic.”
The crowd parted to let the newcomers out into the cold. Harran lingered in Lutont's house, while Lutont followed them out. Members of the crowd stumbled back against each other when Kreemon passed, and only a daring few continued behind Lutont.
Johannesplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaster Johannes Eltermann
Johannes Eltermann is very tall, and slightly more slender than average, and has a well-defined, delicate bone structure. His hair and eyes are dark brown. He keeps himself well-groomed and clean-shaven, and tends to dress in plain but well-tailored clothing in dark, formal colors. The lack of ostentation flaunts his taste. He currently wears good-quality traveling clothes with matching boots, a belt, from which a dagger hangs, and a cloak. nodded his head to Ardithplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigArdith
Ardith's long hair is tied in a bun with cords dyed with berry juice, two each of red, blue and black. She wears an unbleached linen shift and bodice, a deerskin jerkin, and low brown boots. Ardith always wears the Sign of Andritha on a chain around her neck. The Sign is a three inch circle of copper with a large onyx in the center, obviously quite heavy, but Ardith wears it with the ease of one long accustomed to the burden. as he walked outside, his gear gathered about him. “I fear that I cannot head on to Huerten to with you at the moment – I must attend to something else first. Nonetheless, I shall attempt to make haste to Huerten once I have finished with my detour. If you stay in the First Knight Inn in Huerten, I shall find you, if you are still there.” He nodded briskly, taking a deep breath of the cold morning air.
Kreemon snorted and said, “We definitely won't be staying here any longer. Let's go.” Koriscaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigKorisca Valym
Korisca would be a beautiful woman if she bathed regularly. Most of the time, her face is soot-covered and her hands are grimy. Her blue eyes stand out as the only colorful feature of her face. Her blond hair is full of dirt and ragged, and is never combed neatly. Even after bathing, which never cleans her completely, she seems to draw the dirt back onto her skin within hours. Korisca is slim and light-footed. She wears a good cloak and breaches, soft boots and a vest. Two knife s… nodded and all made ready to leave.
As Johannesplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaster Johannes Eltermann
Johannes Eltermann is very tall, and slightly more slender than average, and has a well-defined, delicate bone structure. His hair and eyes are dark brown. He keeps himself well-groomed and clean-shaven, and tends to dress in plain but well-tailored clothing in dark, formal colors. The lack of ostentation flaunts his taste. He currently wears good-quality traveling clothes with matching boots, a belt, from which a dagger hangs, and a cloak. walked purposefully towards the tiny hut at the top of a hill, Lutont and a few of the villagers followed the rest of the group first to Maralorn's stables, where they retrieved their horses, and then to the edge of the village. The village did not have any clear boundaries, but eventually the cultivated fields gave way to weeds, brush and then trees. When the woods were thick enough to be called forest, Lutont and the villagers stopped. “I realize I can expect nothing of you, especially of Kreemon Fangly, but I ask that you not allow word of this village to spread. You seem certain that we're here for some evil purpose, but without us, Dunweigplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigYunim / Dunweig
by Arnell, edited by the DM
Yunim
Yunim is (in the year 577) a cosmopolitan trade center in the region of Meheiral, run by the Orithoran religion, led centrally from the great Temple of Justice. It is on the edge of Yunim Lake, making fishing one of its principal industries. The would be far more dangerous than it is.” One of the villagers seemed surprised that Lutont would mention such a thing, and was about to speak when the wagon-driver continued. “Kreemon Fangly, you are not welcome in Osander River Village, and though I regret that I must say this, I advise you not to return. I will be listening for you.” At the last, he touched a finger to his ear, then turned away and walked briskly back to the village, the others following behind.
Looks like the group is going to split again, leaving me with FOUR separate parties to deal with. Wow. :)
Johannesplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaster Johannes Eltermann
Johannes Eltermann is very tall, and slightly more slender than average, and has a well-defined, delicate bone structure. His hair and eyes are dark brown. He keeps himself well-groomed and clean-shaven, and tends to dress in plain but well-tailored clothing in dark, formal colors. The lack of ostentation flaunts his taste. He currently wears good-quality traveling clothes with matching boots, a belt, from which a dagger hangs, and a cloak.: Let me know what you do after you leave the group.
Others: Give me a vague notion of how you proceed to Huerten.