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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. had Tah'iera take up a position overlooking the building, before entering alone through the front door. He took a few seconds to let his eyes adjust and then looked around for the spice merchant. The place was even emptier than 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. had described it. Even the tavern keeper seemed to have given up on his lone customer, and was organizing things in the back room. The customer was the one 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. had described, an older man staring into space, without a drink in front of him. His mostly gray beard was so long and thick that it spilled off the table and coiled up in his lap.
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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. approached the man. “Greetings,” he said. “I am Hathron, a fellow traveling merchant. I heard you have some interesting products.”
The man looked up slowly. “I do,” he said in a perfectly controlled, smooth bass. He would fit in well with a 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 choir. “What, precisely, are you looking for?”
“I am always on the look-out for new lore and interesting items. I heard rumor that you have some of both. Could I see your wares?”
“Ah. You are one of those. Come with me.” The man stood with a single graceful movement, dragging his beard off the table until the end of it was swaying gently back and forth at his waist. He walked slowly to the far wall, and started up the stairs.
There were seven doors on the second floor, three off to each side and one at the end. The last door was heavier than the rest, and looked like it had been wedged into the frame, meeting it on all sides. It was locked from the outside. “I need a certain measure of security,” the man said. He took out a key and unlocked the door. Then he shoved his shoulder against the heavy door a few times before it flew open. “Come in,” he said.
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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. nodded his head. “Security is a must in our profession. After you,” he said, and cautiously entered after the merchant, pushing the door so that it opened fully. Inside, he quickly looked around.
The room was bare and extremely orderly, the cot lined up perfectly with the wall and covered with a sheet that was stretched so perfectly over the frame that it looked like the cot and sheet had been made as one piece. There were no personal items in view anywhere. The fire was burning, and the accumulation of ash made it look as if it had been going for most of the day. There was a closed door at the far end of the room, and the only window was boarded up, making the room uncomfortably warm.
“So, have you had other parties in town interested in your wares?”
“Privacy first,” the man replied, and closed and barred the door. It scraped loudly against the floor and frame as it was wedged into place. He lowered the bar and tested the heavy door to make sure it was secure. “Yes,” he said, while hooking on a padlock and locking the door. “There have been a few inquiries. Word spreads too fast, I'm afraid.” He placed the key on a little square table in the middle of the room.
Before the merchant turned around, 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. noticed the blue ribbon hovering in front of him. He grabbed it before the merchant could see it. “Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
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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. arched an eyebrow. “Afraid? I would think that you would relish more customers.” He moved as he talked, positioning himself so the locked door was right behind him.
The merchant gave 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. a strange look, glaring with his eyes while smiling slightly. “Some kinds of attention are not welcome 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.”
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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. looked around the bare room and asked, “So, where is your merchandise?”
There was a grating sound from the door, as it was barred from the outside. As soon as 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. heard the noise, he realized he had been set up. The clues of the merchant's voice and the tight fitting door instantly flashed through his mind, but he smiled as he chanted the words to his spell of shape changing. If the ribbon could slip into the room, 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. could slip out. While he was still reciting the words to the spell, the other door opened and the occupants of the side room filed out.
The first two to enter were monsters, over six feet tall, almost comically broad-shouldered, well-armed and clearly trained for combat. Three high-ranking priests followed, holding ornate daggers in one hand and long, round-tipped scepters in the other, fashioned to look like snakes, and decorated along their length with elements of the Sign of 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.
Finally, an old priest entered, the same one who had failed to trap Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
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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 library.
“I'm afraid I do not have what you are looking for, spawn of demons,” the merchant said in his powerful bass voice.
Despite his earlier success in 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, 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. had a strong feeling he was outmatched, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try. The merchant hadn't finished speaking when 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.'s form dissipated into mist.
On queue, one of the soldiers reached into the side room and pulled on a rope. An iron slab fell down into the fireplace with a sound that sent waves of vibration through the room, creating a solid wall between the fire and the rest of the room. The room was suddenly dark, lit only by a single torch on the wall.
“You will not escape this time,” the old priest said. “You are not the first to underestimate the role of 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 in the War of the Magics.” As he spoke, the three other priests circled the room, chanting softly and melodiously in a language 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. had never heard. “Your time has come, evil one. And your suffering at 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's hand shall be eternal.”
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. had no substantial form, but he was learning new things about magic daily. Forgoing the normal chanting and hand motions, he cast a spell of persuasion at one of the fighter-priests. Then the misty form flowed behind the man, looking for anything, even the smallest crack, that would allow him to escape.
It was impossible to tell whether the spell worked. Neither of the fighters was doing anything yet, and the merchant, who 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. guessed was probably a priest like the rest of them, also stood still. Three priests still circled the room, now singing bold harmonies in a haunting key, while the old priest became more and more fervent in words and tone. “You will join the others of your kind, who were served with the Only True Justice hundreds of years ago, in their eternal torture. For slaying priests, your punishment will be twofold, and for defiling 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, sevenfold. Body and soul will be crushed under the Great Hand, until your mind and will are destroyed, and then they will be renewed that you may suffer again. And you will forever trust in your vile magics to save you, and you will forever try to escape, and each failure will double your suffering again!” The three priests wove their song into the old priest's words, adding force and power.
All the while, 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. looked for a way to escape. The fireplace was completely blocked, so 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. searched for flaws in the stonework. None went deep enough. The window was the next likely place, but it was boarded up several layers deep, and carefully warped into an air-tight seal. He checked the main entrance. Also sealed on all sides.
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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. cast his second enchantment on one of the younger priests, and then checked the floor, walls and ceiling for any avenues of escape. He let Tah'iera know of his trapped duress, and found her already in a state of panic. Hopefully, she was getting his friends.
“Rescuing 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. seems to be becoming a full time job,” Kreemon said. “Lets get going.” He 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. took off at a jog towards the Silver Sign. Along the way he asked, “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. isn't as bad as we originally thought, is he?”
“No, I guess he's a pretty nice guy when you get to know him. A little weird, but… You know, Kreemon. I think this town really would be better off with Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
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Kreemon looked askance at 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.'s words. “You think that is possible?”
“Anything's possible. With our help and Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
Description
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, maybe he can do it.”
Closer to the inn, Kreemon slowed to a walk to catch his breath and did a quick scouting around the building. There was, in fact, someone watching: a tall, well-built man with a short but full beard. He didn't seem to notice Kreemon or 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.. His attention was split between the front door, and a boarded-up, second-story window. There was a chimney above the boarded-up room, with little wisps of black smoke coming out of it.
“I bet 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 in that room,” Kreemon said. “Just act normal and we'll head on inside.”
Kreemon led 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 inn, pretending not to notice the guard. Once inside, he closed the door and looked around. There were no customers at all. The innkeeper, a tall, muscular man with a short sword at his hip, was standing near the stairs to the second floor.
'Since when do innkeepers carry swords?' Kreemon thought. He approached the innkeeper and said, “Excuse me good innkeep, do you have any rooms to let?” Kreemon only half heard the monotone “no” as he moved close enough to drive a fist into the innkeeper's gut. But rather than doubling over like Kreemon had hoped, the innkeeper was ready for the punch, and was wearing armor under his shirt as well. Kreemon's other fist also met with resistance. The innkeeper drew his sword, pulled his arm back and jabbed at Kreemon, who jumped out of the way in time. Now Kreemon was in an unlikely battle of fists against sword, an idea he would have laughed at when he served under Baron Wentley, but that now somehow made sense.
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 both ways at the shuttered windows, and then leapt for the door and jammed it with her foot. Her timing was perfect – there was a thud on the door as soon as she got there.
Distracted momentarily by 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., the innkeeper felt the force of Kreemon's fist against his jaw, but he lifted his sword in time to deflect the next attack, giving Kreemon a painful prick in the arm. Kreemon's next two blows struck true, finally sending the innkeeper backwards to hit the ground, unconscious.
Kreemon moved quickly to the door and threw the bolt. “Good thinking,” he said 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.. “It seems like we have the right place.”
Kreemon returned to the innkeeper and gave him a quick search. He had very little beyond his clothing. Just a key, a pouch with fifteen diyars in it, and a small Sign of 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 hanging from his neck. Kreemon picked up the innkeeper's sword and slammed the pommel against the side of his temple to make sure he'd stay unconscious for a while. Then he dropped the sword and bounded up the stairs, ducking down at the top to peer around the corner.
The door at the end was locked and barred from the outside, and guarded by two burly men, with Signs of 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 hanging over their chain shirts. One held a great sword in both hands, and the other held a long sword in his right hand, and a short sword in his left. They watched Kreemon and waited.
Kreemon signaled 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. to follow him as he drew and threw two daggers. Both glanced off the armor of the dual-wielding guard, and spun to the floor. Besides adjusting his position a little, the man stayed where he was, so Kreemon charged in, trying to crowd the guards in enough that the one with the great sword wouldn't have room to use his oversized weapon.
The trick worked, at least to start. Kreemon got a nasty wound along his side, but at least he was only facing one guard. Then 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. gave a squeak of surprise, as Kreemon reared up and tore at the throat of the guard with his teeth. But somehow, Kreemon did not find it strange to be in the form of a hound again. The transformation had occurred without a thought, and he knew now that he could turn back at any time. 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. ran up and stabbed the guard under his arm, almost making him drop his sword. He was not looking good. In desperation, and with no small amount of fear, he slashed and thrust wildly at the dog who used to be Kreemon. He only hit once, but that was a painful blow, which cut the dog clean from the side of his neck to his rear leg.
The guard with the great sword, trapped behind his ally, finally managed to slip out behind 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., but not before Kreemon could bite his leg and send him limping.
Kreemon kept 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. at his back and let her occupy the other guard while he launched a flurry of blows on the dual-wielding guard, finally tearing at his neck so that it was almost separated from his body. Meanwhile, 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. and the living guard proved equally adept at dodging each other's strikes.
Turning away from the ravaged guard, blood dripping from his mouth, Kreemon slipped past the melee, trying to crowd the living guard in so he couldn't swing his sword. He got a solid bite in on the man's thigh, but he failed to stop the sword. While tall for a dog, there was still plenty of swinging room over Kreemon's head. Fortunately, the sword only grazed 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. before she stabbed him right in his gut, through the chain shirt. This sent tumbling over Kreemon and onto the floor, where he looked barely conscious. Kreemon finished him off.
Stretching up, Kreemon effortlessly returned to his human form. He tore some of the cloth from the guard to bind his wounds and said, “Search the guards.”
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 still staring. “That's really creepy.” She shrugged her shoulders. “The dog thing, I mean.”
Kreemon unlocked the door with the innkeeper's key, and removed the heavy wooden bar, but the door wouldn't open. “Check the rooms on either side of this door,” Kreemon said. “See if there is a connecting door or if the adjoining wall can be broken through.”
Seven minutes? Eight? Nine? 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. had lost count. He'd been to the other room and back again who knew how many times. He'd searched every inch of the floor, walls, window, ceiling… and now he was second- guessing himself. Did he miss a spot over there? How about there? Was the fireplace really sealed completely?
That incessant chanting was making him crazy. Those three priests had made at least a dozen rounds now, inching forward so slowly that even 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.'s misty form could outrun them. Their voices swelled, becoming powerful and dramatic, and then softened until they were almost inaudible, and then became suddenly bold and terrifying. Anywhere else, these would be actors, not priests – perhaps a ghostly chorus to accompany the lead actor's final monologue.
Actors or priests, they were giving 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. a headache. It was becoming harder to think straight. And what was that? A hand? No, that was impossible. That wasn't the way the spell worked. It would end all at once when its time was up, no hands coalescing and then fading away. The old priest, standing still and alone, had finally stopped berating 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.. He was smiling.
There was a pounding on the door. Someone was trying to get in.
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. looked into unoccupied rooms, Kreemon took the two swords from the dual-wielding guard, and with difficulty, wedged them about halfway into the seal to pry the door open, but the door still didn't budge. All he was able to do was chip off a few splinters of wood. He guessed the door had been barred on the inside.
“Nothing,” 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. “No extra doors, and I don't know if I can get through the wall with these daggers. Anyway, I have a feeling I'll need them when we get in.”
“Help me here then. Use one of the guard's daggers to dig out the area I have already started to splinter while I try to wedge this blade in there.”
Kreemon used the pommel of the short sword to hammer the long sword blade deeper into the tight space of the doorframe. When it had gone as far as it could, he 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. chipped away at the wood with daggers, and he tried again. What he wouldn't have given for a mallet.
Kreemon offered a prayer to 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., to speed up his work. There were True Zahiransplugin-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. rumored to be able to open locked doors with a wave of the hand. This would be an excellent time to be granted that ability.
After about two minutes, Kreemon decided that the sword was as deep as it was going to go. He then used the long sword like a crowbar, trying to bend it back to force the door open. He heard the creak of strained wood, as the bar on the other side flexed against the force of the lever, and the door came out just a little. But then the sword slipped and spun out of control, barely missing 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.'s face and ringing loudly against the wall. The weapon was ruined, bent permanently out of shape.
As the ringing died away, Kreemon heard the music. 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. froze, a look of terror on her face.
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. moved slowly to the door, and focused on the area where he heard the pounding. The door vibrated a little, but didn't move. After a minute of pounding, one of the burly fighter-priests finally came to life, and wedged a foot against the base of the door. The lead priest seemed unconcerned.
The chant was gaining momentum, becoming faster and more powerful every moment. Now 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. was sure something strange was happening. Twice now, parts of his body seemed to re-form briefly and then fade away, as if his spell was having trouble maintaining itself, and worse, 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. felt like he was losing his grasp on spells he had prepared that morning, which he had not yet cast.
The priests stopped moving around the room. Each held his carved rod out in front of him, and began what sounded like the music's final coda. One priest sang a bold, majestic melody, while the others wove in eerie harmonies that would have sent shivers down 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.'s spine, had he been in solid form. Even the fighter-priests looked a little unnerved.
At the same moment, the door shifted just a little, and 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. heard a great ringing sound from the other side of the door. A pinprick of light shined in from the outside hallway.
A faint mist emerged slowly from the crack left by the long sword. A hand appeared briefly in the air, and vanished. Then an ear. Then a pair of eyes – 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.'s eyes. Bits of the necromancer came in and out of the mist, like he was trapped in it, trying to escape. 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. stumbled backwards as the mist pooled in one side of the room. Then it stopped.
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. knew why. His left foot was in the room, keeping him from leaving. His muffled screams faded in and out, as bits of his mouth and lungs appeared and disappeared. 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. focused, doing his best to ignore the pain. He concentrated all his energy on his foot, trying to compel it to turn back into mist.
Kreemon put the bar back into place and relocked the door. Then he held his hand out into the mist and said, “Here, take my hand!” He added a prayer to 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. against the ominous singing. “What is that music?” he asked 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.. 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. stood perfectly still and didn't answer for a few seconds. She finally whispered, “We're going to die.”
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. tried to reach out, but he couldn't get a firm grip. His hand wasn't solid enough. Then, suddenly, his hand was whole again. When his face appeared, a look of agony was plastered upon it. Wood splintered as the mist coalesced into 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., and then he was sucked back into the room, where he reformed fully.
The three priests stood, eyes closed, humming softly. “Now, evil one,” said the old priest, “we send you 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.”