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. hadn't found out much that Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and hadn't told them. Silnquostplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gal Silnquost
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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...
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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. had been at it since Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
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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. first showed up. Some thought Silnquostplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gal Silnquost
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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 … had been responsible for Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
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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 death, that he had made a pact with an evil spirit, who had sent its minions in the form of a man and a bird. 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. knew who this man was, and it would not have surprised her at all if he were an evil spirit himself.
Silnquostplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gal Silnquost
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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 …, like most other townsmen, had not been seen much since the priests started patrolling the streets. He was known to have offices in several buildings around town, but no one knew exactly where he was. It would have been too risky to question one of the journeymen directly.
As for the priests, the feeling on the street was that they were doing the right thing. And while 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. heard Balban's name multiple times, she heard it less when priests were nearby.
Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and leaned his mandolin against a corner of the stage, and went to the bar for a drink. He was wearing his usual gaudy clothes, brightly colored, extremely baggy, and, according to Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance., capable of hiding weapons as large as a sword.
Kreemon, freshly bathed and in clean clothes, sat with his back to the bar, nursing a dark ale.
After a few minutes, a pretty barmaid, no older than sixteen, came up to Kreemon. “Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and says he'll give your sister the private show she asked for. Room three, down that hall.” She looked 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. up and down. “I don't know what he'd see in _you_.”
“I guess some people just have it,” 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. said. “Do you _have_ to come with me, Allagan? I can take care of myself, and three's a crowd.” She winked at Kreemon.
Kreemon frowned. “No, I guess I'll wait here.”
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. looked worried for a second. “Looks like that sexy minstrel and I have a _performance_ to take care of.” She shifted her eyes in a gesture Kreemon wasn't sure he understood.
Kreemon downed the rest of his drink and set the mug down. “Now, I don't think Ma would care too much for the sound of that. Maybe you need a chaperon.” Kreemon stood and led the way to the room.
“You're dense sometimes,” 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. whispered when they were out of hearing range of the jealous barmaid. Kreemon opened the third door in the hallway.
“There you are,” Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and said. The room had little furniture besides a bed, dresser and a small table. An old blueprint of some building was spread out on the table. “Close the door, will you?”
“Let's skip with the pleasentries and get down to business. 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. is being held prisoner in a shared guildhall, effectively under the control of Silnquostplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gal Silnquost
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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 …. He's somewhere in this area here.” Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and pointed to a region in the center of the blueprint that he'd shaded in. “I don't know how that section is broken down, but I do know that there's a lot of space unaccounted for. Those offices aren't nearly so large as they appear, and this door doesn't exist at all. The area was carved out of the existing structure a long time ago, and has been a well-enough kept secret that even I couldn't tell you how people get in or out.
“Notice the thicker line that borders this section. The hall was expanded about a hundred years ago, and most of the old external wall was left intact. But they did a sloppy job, so there are weak points where there used to be windows. One of those is the way you're going to get in. Find the office on the outside of the window, remove the panelling, pry off a board or two, and you'll be all set.
“The problem now is getting to that window. I've marked off your path on this map, which you'll have to memorize, by the way; you won't be taking it with you. You'll have to enter the building here, a couple hours before dawn, when the guard shifts. Even with the shift, there may be as many as three guards, and you'll have to get past them somehow. Disguising yourself as guards won't help – they all know each other. Here's the key to the outside door.
“Now if you were to take the obvious route, you'd end up passing through an unused workshop where a lot of the night-shift guards hang out, so instead, you should make your way over to this office. The door may be locked, and I don't have the key, but once you do get in, the office has a false wall panel which leads to the inside of a cabinet _here_. Try not to make too much noise. It's quiet at night, and the guards will hear you. From there, you should be home free.
“Here are some basic things you might need – cloth padding for your shoes, dark cloaks, crowbars, lockpicks. Standard breaking-and-entering stuff.” He handed them a sack. “There's also a swee-ball in there, and be careful with it. If it knocks into something hard enough, it will shatter and make a loud squeeling noise. Might be handy as a distraction.
“You'll need these push-nails. When you're done, you should use them to put the wall-paneling back on. They're no good for actual construction, but if you want to do a quick job that looks good for a day or two, they're great. Just push the needle-end through the board using the big flat end.
“I can see you're all set with weapons, but I'd advise against using them unless you're serious. They don't let you out of prison when you attack a town guard, except to meet the gallows.”
Kreemon handed the bag over to 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. for her to examine, since such things were in her field of expertise, while he studied the blueprint. “A few questions. First, how accurate is this drawing?”
“Besides the shaded area, it's pretty close. They were big into secret passages back when they built this, so there are probably more of those, but all the real walls and doors should be right.
“Second, how did you come by it? I don't imagine it would be something someone would just leave lying around.”
Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and grinned. “People leave a lot more lying around than you'd think, but this one was Ulan's. One of his predecessors helped build it.”
“Third, how do you know he is in there? Are you certain? Has he been seen there, a witness?”
“No one can be certain of anything, but I've got a pretty good idea. It's not so much that there's a witness, as that there are too _few_ witnesses. Regular old guards go in there, and don't come out. Silnquostplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gal Silnquost
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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 … is making sure rumors never start. Besides, it's the most sensible place to keep him. Anyone who suspects Silly would check the textile guildhalls first. They'd think there are too many guilds in this building to keep anything secret.”
“Fourth, what of his possessions do you have? I need something to attract his interest and his cooperation.”
“Will this do?” Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and pulled a fist-sized stone from nowhere, and held it up. Then he took out a coin, and brought the two together. The stone lit up with a soft, warm glow.
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. leaped out of her chair and stumbled backward. “Put that away!” she said.
Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and shrugged his shoulders and did as he was asked. “If that isn't enough, I have a certain book of his, full of arcane lettering, and some very expensive ink.”
Kreemon nodded. “I will need that stone.”
“I'm afraid I'll have to keep it here. But he'll believe you if you say I have it.”
“Why would he believe that? You can keep the book and other stuff. I need the stone so he knows I am serious.”
“You're just going to have to take your chances. But I won't leave you totally empty-handed. Here.” Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and pulled a rolled, heavily worn scrap of paper from the folds of his clothing. “He stole that letter from the Knights of Peaceplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Knights of Peace
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Jerrakken describes the Knights of Peace as “a group of local self-armed guildless men who try to put down any upstart.” He directs Ziedon to the poor quarter. “Of three leaders, who work in a partnership, one can be easily found. He lives in the third house on the left along the street with two smithies at its head. You must say, 'peace in. Maybe if you show him that, he'll believe you have access to the rest of his things.”
“Knights of Peaceplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Knights of Peace
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Jerrakken describes the Knights of Peace as “a group of local self-armed guildless men who try to put down any upstart.” He directs Ziedon to the poor quarter. “Of three leaders, who work in a partnership, one can be easily found. He lives in the third house on the left along the street with two smithies at its head. You must say, 'peace in?” Kreemon looked at the paper, and found it to be nothing but a bunch of gibberish. “What is this?”
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. looked over. “Looks like some sort of code.”
“That's right,” Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and said. “The Knights are a local vigillante group, who try to keep anyone from gaining too much power. They're not very effective. Nothing to concern yourself about.”
Kreemon continued. “Fifth, what of his other possessions, held by the townsman? Are they being stored in this building too?”
“I don't know where his other things are. They could be there. Maybe he'll will know. That guy has ways of figuring things out.”
“Sixth, how do you suggest we get by the three entrance guards without hurting anyone?”
“Do you always number your questions?”
“It helps keep things straight in my head.”
“If it's dark enough, disguise might still be an option, but I doubt it. You could draw them out somehow, without alerting the rest of the guards in the guildhall. Or if you're willing to risk it, go ahead and fight them. I don't give orders – just advice. I'd make sure they don't recognize you though.”
“They wouldn't all get drawn out; one of them would go for help. The biggest obstacle seems to just get into the building. What influence do you have in this hall? Could you get some sort of sleeping powder into their drink?”
“I'll be staying away from the guildhall. I'm too recognizable. But if you want to drop something in their drinks, I'll reimburse you. New kegs of the weak ale they drink come in every few days. If they've made an order today, it will arrive tonight. So… Seventh?”
“Wait… Tonight? Can you arrange for something to be placed in the keg before delivery? Something that takes a few hours to take effect? If it makes them groggy and helps them fall asleep at their posts, we would have an easier time sneaking in, in the middle of the night.”
“I don't deal in that sort of thing.” Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and thought for a second. “You know, alright. I might be able to arrange it. But don't be overly surprised if it doesn't work.”
“I am sure you can figure it out. You seem very resourceful. Seventh –”
“Ah, there it is. Seventh.”
“Seventh, what do you get out of this? Why are you willing to help us, and him?”
“Ah, you ask the right questions. I can see this is going to work out fine. Let's just say he has a scheme brewing that might bring peace to this crazy town. It's hard to get anything done when townsmen are out killing each other.”
“But I thought everyone had recanted. Whatever plans he had are now moot, or is there another plan?”
“Things are at a standstill, with the priests out on the streets, but that won't last forever. The killing could start up again at any time. Remember, there's a power void 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. Not only is Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
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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. gone, but other townsmen are about to be replaced by less experienced guild members. You know 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. well enough to guess what he has planned. Fill the void.”
Kreemon looked thoughtful. “You think he has a chance at doing that? Especially now?”
“He's a crafty one.”
“What about the priests of this house?” Kreemon's tone deliberately didn't capitalize the word 'house.' “Do they have some sort of face cover as part of their garb? I might be able to get close to them that way, but would need some way to incapacitate them without hurting them. Maybe some sort of poisoned dart or hand needle. Any ideas?”
“The priests don't cover their faces. 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 never hidden, as the saying goes. You might be able to dress like priests and fool people at least from a distance – it's illegal to wear or sell actual priestly robes – and darts and needles can be obtained if you go to the right places.”
“So, let's say we do get him out. Where should we take him? With the house and all of the townsmen looking for him, it would need to be someplace secure.”
“That won't be a problem. Just a quarter mile away to the southwest, there's an old brewery. The key's fixed to the top of the sign. Just tell him to wait there for me, and I'll get there sometime tomorrow, whenever I can do it inconspicuously. No one will look for you there unless you're followed.”
“How do we get outside the gate? The guards were saying that we might be stuck here in town for a while due to the unrest. I don't think they will let us just walk through without a lot of questions.”
“You don't need to get outside. The brewery's in town.”
“If you can fix the keg of ale, we can hit the place tonight.”
Kreemon asked Korsica, “Are there masks in that bag?”
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. rummaged around a little. “Nope. Just these hooded cloaks.”
Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and said, “A cloak is less conspicuous than a mask, and just as good if you're careful.”
“We need dark masks, just in case someone does get a peek at us,” Kreemon said.
Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and shrugged his shoulders. “Masks are easy enough to find, or you could darken your faces with paint.”
“We have that,” 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. said.
“How about a sap? That would knock the guards out without any permanent damage, if need be. Could you get us two saps, that are easily concealable?”
“Shouldn't be a problem,” Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and said.
Kreemon nodded his head. “I think that does it then.”
They spent the rest of the day preparing. First, Kreemon and 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. scouted out the route between the guildhall and the brewery. It wouldn't be difficult to get there unobserved. Doing so now was conspicuous, but at night, they could keep to the dark, unlit alleys between small businesses and private homes.
That is, if the priests weren't still out. Everywhere they looked, there were priests patrolling the streets, and it felt like they were always watched. “This is bad,” 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. remarked at one point. “They know. They know I haven't been to 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 for months. They know you're 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.. They can see into your soul.”
Once they'd planned their escape route, they got a room in an inn nearby, where Kreemon and 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. prepared the equipment. 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. decided which paint to use on their faces, and showed Kreemon how to hold himself so the cloak hid his features. They gathered some sturdy rope and strips of cloth to bind any guards they ran into. 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. tried out Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and's lock picks on the inn room's door, and found them acceptible. When everything was ready, 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. went out to buy some bandages and salves, in case anyone was hurt, and some food and drink. Kreemon wandered the town a bit, looking for signs of Zahiraplugin-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., but found nothing. At a last thought, he picked up some oil and an applicator, to greese any hinges along the way. It wouldn't do to get caught because of a squeeky door.
Finally, early in the evening, they left their inn with the bag of stuff, and went to a tavern, where they nursed drinks until late at night. From there, they left for the guildhall, and, in a nearby alley, donned their cloaks, armed themselves with saps and crowbars, padded their shoes and painted their faces. The priests were still out, but in smaller numbers. By staying close to unlit buildings, it was possible to pass unobserved.
From the time they left the tavern, Kreemon felt strange. Something was wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it. Ah well. He could worry about that later.
It took some time to convince Bork to stay behind, but finally, the dog got the idea. He stayed at a distance, and watched Kreemon and 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. approach the guildhouse door.
The door was locked. Kreemon watched for anyone approaching, while 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. expertly picked the lock. One by one, she pushed the tumblers into place, making the complicated task look easy. Then, as she pushed the last tumbler, her pick snapped and her elbow slammed into the door, opening it half an inch. She froze in place for just a moment, before leaning flat against the wall next to the door. Anyone inside who had missed that was both blind and deaf. “The key,” 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. mouthed. Both of them had forgotten the key Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and gave them.
Kreemon slipped the sap up the sleeve of his cloak and let the tip rest in his hand. Then he pushed the door open and entered, whispering, “Follow my lead.”
Three guards were standing and reaching for their swords by the time the door was fully open. “Townsman Silnquostplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gal Silnquost
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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 … is on his way and he is very angry,” Kreemon said, walking unhurriedly towards them.
“Stay where you are,” one of the guards said, drawing his sword.
Kreemon didn't listen. He continued towards the guards, saying he was a special agent of Silnquostplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gal Silnquost
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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 …, which was why he had a key. When he got within arm's reach, he dropped the sap out of his sleeve, swung at the closest guard's head, and missed. This was going to get messy.
Fortunately, Kreemon's sudden movement caught the guards off balance. The first missed, and the second managed only a glancing blow. The third guard had trouble drawing his sword, and nearly threw it across the room when he got it free. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
During the chaos of movement, 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. was calmly sneaking closer, keeping close against the walls. By the next time Kreemon saw her, she was flanking his target from behind and raising her sap at an angle to strike. Her blow landed solidly against the base of the guard's neck, so that he let out a whiny shout of pain and spun around to meet this new assailant.
The guard's spin managed to deflect Kreemon's next blow, and he had to grab the sap with both hands for a moment so as not to lose it. 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. was ready, however. She caught him in the temple, and his sword clattered to the floor, followed by his body.
The remaining guards looked at each other, turned and ran towards an inner door, shouting, “Intruders!” They were headed for a room Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and had labeled “workshop.” There would be more guards there.
Kreemon swung his arm back and threw his sap at one of the guards' legs, saying, “For Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
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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.!” That would confuse things a bit. The sap hit the guard's legs, sending him stumbling, but he caught his balance, slowed only slightly. Kreemon grabbed the unconcious guard's sword and ran after the other two, 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. following behind.
“Kreemon,” she said quietly enough that the guards couldn't hear. Kreemon looked back, and she was tipping her head towards the south door, where their originally planned path lay.
“Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
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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. is avenged,” Kreemon yelled. “Let's get out of here!” Then he turned and ran to the south door. He opened it, let 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. through, followed, and closed the door behind them. 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. went straight for the door to the office with the false panel, and got to work on the lock. “This might take a minute,” she said.
Kreemon hefted the sword in his hand to get a feel for it. The sword felt strange somehow. It was the same as any other longsword, and Kreemon had trained with such weapons for years, but something was wrong with it. Too heavy, too metalic maybe. He swung it a few times, and felt like he could use it without a problem. Strange.
“Hopefully they think we left. If they raise a big alarm this will be a lot harder.”
After a few moments, Kreemon heard guards running past and opening the front door of the guildhall. “They might still be inside,” one guard said.
Kreemon said softly, “Better hurry!”
“I heard something,” 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. said. “Metal scraping metal, from inside the room.”
Kreemon nodded his head. “Hurry,” he said again, wondering what could be making that noise in a locked room, but he was more concerned about the approaching guards.
Kreemon looked around for something to block the door. There were a few crates across the room, but it could be risky to run over and grab them. The guards might get to the door first. He thought of using the sword to spike the door shut, but decided that wouldn't work. Even if he managed to penetrate both the door and the frame, a good shove from the other side would knock it loose.
Kreemon planted his feet in the ground in front of the door and envisioned himself as a tall oak tree, with roots that extended deep into the earth. The guards got to the door and tried to open it. A few seconds later, the door trembled as a guard tried to shoulder it open. The padding around Kreemon's shoes made it hard to keep from sliding, but he managed to hold the door shut. After another two attempts by the guards to open the door, 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. said, “Got it.”
Kreemon held the door through one more attempt to open it, ran after 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. into the next room, and closed the door behind him.
The office was of a respectible size, probably belonging to a master in one of the guilds. The room was dimly lit by moonlight filtering through the closed slats of a shutter. In the back of the room was a large desk, and a narrow oven sat in the corner next to it. Above the desk was a shelf lined with books.
“I'll look for the secret…” 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. paused for a moment, distracted by something. “The secret panel.” Kreemon held the door firm against a barrage of blows from the guards.
Suddenly, there was a third person in the room. A tall man stood up from behind the desk and cleared his throat. “A little lost are we?” he said. That grating, menacing voice was familiar…
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..