Preceptor Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … arrived 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 on the first day of the one thousand first year of the Zioth. The previous priest, a timid man in his thirties whose gray hair and tired look made him seem fifty or more, spent only two days training Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … before he left town. Now that whichever higher-up he'd offended had forgiven him, he wanted to leave as quickly as possible. This left Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … to learn on his own how Andrithansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of were disliked 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. His temple was frequently vandalized, he was avoided in the streets, and once he was hit on the side of the head with a flying rock, though he never knew who threw it. Still, he had his small congregation of secretive or open Andrithansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of, and his young acolyte, Phisch, one of very few Morenthiansplugin-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 who had converted, and the only one who had converted under Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate ….
In certain, extremely small circles, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had a reputation as a healer, and on occasion, an injured person, usually a Morenthianplugin-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, came to him for help. Few would go to him before going to a Morenthianplugin-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 healer, but his methods were often more effective than the complex and pungent concoctions that the Morenthiansplugin-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 lathered over the body of an injured person. Why did healing have to stink like death?
Now, almost a year since he'd become the only Andrithanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of priest 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, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … raised the mortar of fresh-muddled clover to his nose and breathed it in, savoring a moment before continuing with his salve. He could never have enough salve - he might even need it himself.
He prayed as he worked the salve with his hands, loudly so Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of could better hear him. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … fancied himself the healing dagger, piercing the heart of despair. He enjoyed the irony of the metaphor. The aspects of Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of had a complex relationship with each other. The Fighterplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of allowed Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … to invade their city and force the healing and love, and even peace, upon them.
The Morenthiansplugin-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 could be violent in return. But how often had Andrithansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of been violent and destructive, while at the same time justifying and forgiving themselves with scripture like, “Those who fight in Her name bring holiness to themselves?”
Footsteps moved behind Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …. “Are you perfect, Finch?”
“No, Preceptor.” Phisch stopped to reply.
“Neither am I. But we are better this day than we were yesterday.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … sprung to his feet, gathered his salve jars into a wicker basket, and slipped the strap over his head to wear it on his back.
“…prayers, Preceptor?” Phisch added expectantly.
“I pray with my actions this day!” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … hastened to the exit. He was unapologetic when the spirit took him.
The early hour and lateness of the year brought a chill to the air. Halkakplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Five Moons
Five moons rise and set in the sky of Aerv, never crossing paths. At the end of the world, they will all wane together, and diminish to nothing for the Zioth.
Quite a lot of mythology centers around the moons. Zahirans' theology revolves around the Moon Children. The Moon Wanderers in the Shirahjat Cohilition migrate with the rising and setting of the moons in ways that only they fully understand. was still visible in the west, above the walls of Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … stopped briefly in the temple garden to check on the plants there, hoping for one more batch from the skyberry bushes. The building had been newly vandalized. He chuckled a little at the misspelled profanity scratched in with a rock. Worse was that the garden had been trampled yet again. With this many soldiers – most of them completely untrained – guarding the walls, there was just no way to avoid one or two zealots thinking they could desecrate the grounds and thus lift themselves up in 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 very discriminating eyes. This had been going on for a week or so now, ever since the army, declaring 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's freedom in the name of Balban, stormed the city, climbing over walls until they were fought back. It seemed that 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 wasn't interested in Balban's sort of freedom. Besides making gardening difficult, the huge number of conscripts was making it very hard for some of the more surreptitious Andrithansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of to sneak in for services.
This early in the morning, on this twelfth day of Saulturithagon, many of the soldiers in sight were asleep, leaning against the wall, nearby buildings or even the temple itself. That had been happening more and more over the past few days. People all around were having trouble sleeping at night, and that left them groggy or overly energetic.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … refreshed the bushes with a sprinkle from an old watering can, then placed it down next to his forgotten walking stick and set out. East today. There was a back road near the town wall that he had not walked in many days.
“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Gefleen.” He spoke humbly as he passed, being sure to use the names of everyone he could remember.
“Good morning, Paol. And little Genric!” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … bent down to give the youngsters a rub on the head, only to have them yanked away. “And good morning, Ms. Empfbau.” The hefty nanny escorted the children down the road, glaring back to Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … with the stink eye.
Well played, thought Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …. A curse in the defense of children was doubly bad. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … plugged his nose with one hand and turned thrice in place with closed eyes. That would throw off the trouble-making fey, but he had better not dally. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … staggered quickly away, dizzy from the counter-curse.
He arrived at Ferenz's Tavern without a word spoken to him - not unusual. Through the dirty window he saw the barkeeper's son tallying sales, concentrating hard on counting without a tally stick. The boy was smart, but lazy. And one man's shortcomings can be used for another man's virtues.
“Oi!” the holy man shouted from outside, sounding very unlike his usual speaking voice. “I go to the brewery! Shall I take these empty barrels?”
The barkeeper's son's eyes squeezed shut in concentration. “'Course! 'N did you bring the new ones round back?”
“No!” What new ones? He must have thought he was a delivery wagon.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … could have hefted two of the empties, one on each arm, but instead rolled only one down the street in front of him.
Joining with the main road, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … stopped for a rest at the Silver Sign Tavern. Near the back, a sleepy cook scraped pots from the previous night for washing.
“Good morning, Falshae. How are you?” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … walked up to her, leaving the barrel at the roadside.
“You'a no supposed ta be here,” she complained half-heartedly, taking the opportunity to rest her arm.
“And I am too weak to go on.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … sat down on the pile of firewood. “I must die here, and smell, and invite the flies with my smell.” Falshae just stared blankly. Her apathy was Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …'s refuge. “Unless you have a bowl of leftovers?”
“Near maggoty.”
“Matters not.”
From the next cauldron, the sleepy cook splashed a great ladle of sticky-chicken soup into a wooden bowl and handed it to him. “Now, off, dog.”
“Blessings upon you, generous lady. May Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of the Lover still find you so late in life.”
She scowled at him and got back to her chores. “Leas' A'm no a stuuupid worm in pool of fish,” she muttered. They loved to hate each other.
Back at the road, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … baited the taint of the chicken soup. He pushed a hole in the goo with his finger, then dribbled in some drops of ale from the barrel. Covering the bowl with an up-side-down second bowl he had snuck from the pile of clean dishes, he hammered then both onto the ground, then flipped them. The taint and maggots were now stuck to the original bowl, which Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … tossed back towards the tavern, leaving the sticky-chicken soup safe to eat.
And how tasty!
He slurped from the bowl with one hand as he rolled the barrel along the southward road ahead of him.
Traffic on the road picked up enormously as early morning aged into a more suitable time of day. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had crossed nearly the entire town, north to south, mostly uphill. So tired he was, the effort it required to push the barrel made it look like it was full.
He stopped at the side of the road and thought through his plan. He would need some luck. Taking the ends of the string that gathered the neck of his robes, he tied them together in an intricate knot. Success in my actions, he prayed, and pulled hard on the strings. Instead of tightening the knot, it slipped away leaving the strings unattached. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … sighed in relief, then set to business.
“Foreman Smithe!” he called, waving at the man who stood in front of the brewery.
The Foreman looked up, and realizing it was the Andrithanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of Priest simply barked, “My name is Strothe,” and some other words Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … could not hear over the din behind him.
“Begging your pardon,” he approached, “I collect for the imprisoned. Ferenz gave me all this,” he indicated the barrel behind him, the spigot hole that would belie its emptiness not visible. “I think he doubts you are generous enough to match the donation. But I believe you have compassion - at least for some of those who are locked away and in need of some joy.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … referred to his sister's husband.
Strothe's expression said his mind was made up and his heart unyielding. He opened his mouth to speak - twice - only to close it again. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … helped to sway him, “Perhaps something weak or burnt? They will appreciate it.”
Finally his eyebrows raised and his face softened, likely on some thought of his sister. “Round the side,” he said, then walked to the corner of the building. “Marik! This loon may take one of the swills there.” The foreman left without another word.
“Oh, great thanks, sir. When I return, I will leave the empty in the ditch.”
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … rolled the full barrel of swill up to where the first, empty barrel stood, which he kicked into the ditch. The rest of the journey would be the hardest, but the land sloped favorably for him now.
The captives of the jail were almost becoming eager to see Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …. He had learned to minister where the need exists, and who was more needy? He took their rough, wooden cups from between the bars and scooped up ale for them, with a healthy application of wilds tea herbs to make them comfortable in the cold night.
“If they release you all, I dare say my following does triple in size.”
“Then we better not release them,” one of the patrol guards spoke. And with two friends, all looking down at the Priest. “We are taking this ale.”
“Do not be so sure you want it!” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … quickly replied, and hurried to the barrel. “Foreman Strothe gave me this only because it was such a bad brew! A terrible brew! Isn't that right?”
From the barred windows, sounds of agreement issued, followed by, “That Brewmaster ought be in 'ere with us!”
As the looming guards snapped back at the prisoners to be silent, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … produced the bowl from Silver Sign tavern, still coated with chicken soup. He filled it with ale and mixed it about. “You can taste it if you dare.”
“Oh, we dare.” One guard pushed Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … back, snatching the bowl.
Another approached with his own mug that he carried tied to his belt. “Ah, allow me!” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … made a lunge for his mug, grabbing it in both hands.
The guard knocked him away, but not before Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … could squirt the slimy contents of a spore pod into the mug. “I do not need your help, Andrithanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of.” He leaned over the barrel to fill his mug.
“'Tis… a foul taste.” reported the first guard, then let his tongue hang out of his mouth as if it could not taste anything outside of its head.
The second guard paused for a moment, but continued to raise his wrist. He smacked his lips in thought. “Certainly not the best beer, but…” The guard suddenly dropped to one knee, clutching the side of the barrel and letting his mug drop to the ground. He heaved for air. “This drink is daggers to my gut!”
“Keep your piss.” The first guard cast the bowl to the ground. “Make sure they drink it all.”
The guards went back on their patrol, helping the ill one to walk off the cramps.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … amused himself in thought, Piss? Indeed, 'tis from the moss that grows 'long the edge of pools where gnomesplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigFey
Having so much diversity in themselves, humans have been known to muddle the stories of other races together, and confuse them until it is easier just to clump them all into the category of “fairy folk.”
The common words used for many in this category, and sprites befoul the waters. At least they didn't think to kick over the barrel. He took that as a blessing – what the common folk would call luck.
With his spirits still high, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … went to talk to the prisoners who needed an ear. One prisoner, Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue,, was always eager to talk, especially when he had some drink in him. He claimed to have been ensorcled by the very sorcerer who had been plaguing the town for the past several weeks.
“Why won't they let me out already?” Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue, said.
“Do they not believe your story of the sorcerer?” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … raised himself up on his toes, to get closer to the barred window.
“Everyone believes now. It was the sorcerer who messed with my mind, and sent me back to try and get Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
Description
A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist. overthrown.”
Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
Description
A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist. showed up months ago, ousted one of the most powerful townsmen, and tried to seize control of the town. The political battle had resulted in personal injury in multiple cases, along with temporary imprisonment, mainly done to humiliate. Then, in the middle of all that, people started to shout about an evil sorcerer who was taking over people's minds. Within days, this sorcerer and his demonic bird creature had killed Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
Description
A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist., sending the town into even greater chaos. The Morenthianplugin-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 priests locked down the town, not allowing anyone to enter or leave.
“I was even the first one to warn everyone about Balban. Why won't they listen?”
Why indeed. They were either wrong about Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue,, or they were right. “If I blamed the sorcerer for making me Andrithanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of, and begged for 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 to take me back, would they? They just need to be certain you are innocent. Are you certain of it?”
“Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
Description
A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist.'s dead now anyway, and so is 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.. There's no reason to keep me in here.” The sorcerer himself had been little more than a fairytale until the Golden Priest rose up out of 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 and walked through the air as if it were solid ground. The flight ended in a public battle, where the priest vanquished the sorcerer.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … nodded as he listened. “What you need is someone on the outside to speak for you. They will not listen to you in this cell. Even if a guard does take pity on you, it is not within his power to grant your freedom. Who would bring you forth from this place?”
“I used to work for Townsman Ulan. I could work for this new Leera person. I'd work for free if she could get me out of here.” When the sorcerer rose from his grave and started killing and robbing, another no-name from nowhere came up, and, in an even more public battle, right in front of 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, she slew the sorcerer, rebounding his own magic back on himself with a mirror, and turning him into ash. She did this in the name of her father, Townsman Ulan, the very man who Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
Description
A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist. had displaced.
“Oh shut your hole already!” another prisoner yelled. “If I have to hear that sob story one more time…”
“Let the man unburden himself!” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … shot back sternly. Turning back, he continued, “I want you to help me make my decision, before I help you.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … produced a handful of pink flower petals from a fold in his robes. “Reach out to me, as far as you can. Good. Now, catch these petals.”
The shower of pink petals fluttered down, just out of Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue,'s reach as he clawed out at the still, cool air. As the last petal reached the ground, Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue, scoffed in frustration at the Priest.
“Wicked wants not you. Well done, Waylick. I will help you.” He knelt to collect the petals, and continued talking, “Who 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 can verify what you say? About your role in warning the town of Balban?”
“Practically the entire town guard. Well, Townsman Ulan's old guard anyway, and Captain Duddan. They all said I was crazy, and then Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
Description
A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist. found out – most of Ulan's men were working for him by then – and tossed me in here.”
Once he felt he had done enough, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … left the barrel with what ale remained next to the prison wall. It might make his ministering easier if he had it to stand on next time. Eventually it would make its way back to the brewery, once its usefulness had ended. He even left the wooden bowl on top, in case someone wanted a drink, and scratched into its inside “DONATION” with the triangle of Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of the Healer.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had much to do this afternoon: stop in to see if he could help console anyone at the jeweler's where the massacre had occurred, forage for herbs in the park, and now find Leera, and also these people who would vouch for poor Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue,. Duddan would be easy to find. Ulan's guard would not. As to Leera, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had nothing to go on other than that she vanquished the sorcerer in a dramatic show near 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. A new song was already circling among the taverns about it. Then, of course, he could always use more time harvesting tubers, one of the only things in the garden that weathered a trampling well. He checked with the first guards he met to see if any executions were scheduled for the next morning. There were not.
The two guards outside the jeweler's might as well not have seen Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … at all, after they got a glimpse of his Symbol of Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of. When he tried to strike up a conversation, they sent him away as if he were there to rob the place. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … humbly acquiesced, continuing on with a “good day, sirs”. When they were out of earshot, he continued, “…and Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of's blessings upon your hearts.”
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … continued north along the main road, asking about Leera. Most people ignored him. They were hurrying on to wherever they were going as if there weren't enough hours in the day. Maybe there weren't; this day did seem to be passing very quickly. Even the clouds in the sky were in a hurry, rushing past faster than Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … could remember except when a big storm was coming. Was it market day? No, that was tomorrow.
The few who were willing to talk only said they didn't know. Finally, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … came upon one old woman he'd met before – was her name Galda? Gerta? – who was dragging a barrow loaded with torn clothing, cracked barrel lids and other scraps behind her. It was easy to fall in step with the woman. In fact, it was hard to avoid getting ahead of her, at the pace she was moving.
“My dear Gerta, how are you this blistery day? Knee acting up?” The old woman turned her head slowly to him, then her expression froze as if not sure how to respond. “May I take on your burden?”
“Ohh, no, no.” She continued to plod. At least she was talking.
“I have some salve to calm your joints. I will just slip it into your barrow.” In a moment it was done. A jar of salve that was not there before suddenly nested on a pile of rags, its journey secreted by long sleeve of his robe. “Now, can you help me find this upstanding person called Leera? Then I am off.”
“Oh yes,” she said. “There's talk about Leera all through town, after what she did. Put that no good sorcerer in his place.” She nodded her head, then added in a whisper, “put the Priests in their place too, if you ask me, but you didn't ask so I didn't say nothing. Nope.”
Two men on horses nearly knocked over the barrow as they rode by, and would have if Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … hadn't steadied it. The woman didn't seem to notice.
“Your people value power above all. Know you this, old woman: You are always welcome at my house. If you are ever in need, do find me.” He clasped her hand on the barrow handle. “Well, keep you covered up. Blessings upon you.”
The woman stopped for just a moment, then continued dragging her barrow. “I wonder who wrote that song… maybe she made it up herself.”
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … decided to keep an eye out for crowds. He might very well have to get this information passively, by listening in. He pushed on north to what was previously Ulan's compound. He did hear most of the song on the way – music traveled quickly 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. It told the story with a few embellishments, and referred to Leera as “Ulan's Heir” multiple times, as well as suggesting that when she took her place as townslady, the chaos would finally end.
Ulan’s compound was still guarded despite the townsman having been missing for over a month. Unlike most of the more powerful townsmen, he hadn’t been a guild master, but something had to be going on in there, with the number of people he’d employed. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … recognized the guard. The past summer, the man had brought his daughter to Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … with a broken leg after the Morenthianplugin-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 healer had told him that it was 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 will that some should die. He never heard about the outcome, so this could either go easier for him, or much harder.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … approached smiling. “Good day. I recognize you from this summer, but my memory fails me. Are you not Felicia's father?”
“Yes. My name is Krugang.”
“And how fares the girl? Was it 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 will that she live?”
“Yes…” He looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. “Healer. She walks with a crutch, but she lives for now.”
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … did not quite know how to take that. “Very good. Your happiness is also mine. But I come this day, not as Healer, but as messenger. I am on business from the jail house. Testimony from the personal guard of Ulan is sought, since he himself is not present. Did you work for Ulan before his disappearance?”
“Not for a few years. My last job was with Townsman Finterherplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCalen Finterher
Description
Calen Finterher is a medium sized man with a barrel chest and short but stout limbs. He wears his light brown hair at moderate length and is quite handsome (and more than a little proud at his good features).
His voice is little more than a harsh whisper. While he was working his way up the ranks, he was kicked in the throat by an ornery cow. While he was pleased that no disfiguring scar resulted, the kick did alter his voice. This leads him to be a private man, an….”
“I see. Then I humbly ask an audience with Townslady Leera, heir of Ulan.”
“Townslady? I hadn't heard that. She was here though, trying to get in like it was hers. Said if any townsmen came to call on her, she'd be in her suite in the Stone and Fire. It's down the road a ways, near the public guildhouse.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … knew the place. It was back the way he came. Before 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 had been locked down, that was where the wealthiest traders and foreign guild masters stayed. Even with business as poor as it was right now, a suite there would feed a beggar for a year - maybe his whole family.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … bid Krugang farewell and struck out once more.
With no hexes, hoodwinks or herbs that would make him look any better, he wondered how long he would last in such a fine establishment before being shown the way out. The Stone and Fire loomed before him, an impressive edifice of prestigious size that dwarfed every temple he had seen but one. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … simply clutched his holy symbol and asked, “Please let me help Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue,, if he is innocent,” and walked in through the side entrance. The workers were bound to be more helpful.
No one noticed him at first. While fewer people were staying at the Stone and Fire than usual, the kitchen staff was still kept busy. A soup was simmering, a leg of lamb was roasting, and anyone not occupied by cooking was set to cleaning and organizing. It looked like busywork to Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …, since the kitchen was about as clean as he could imagine it being. It was a good minute before the mistress of the whole affair, a woman taller than Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … and half again as wide, shouted, “You there! What are you doing in here?”
“Why, I seek you, the Mistress of this kitchen,” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … explained calmly, but he was caught dead to rights. He had better do more than just talk like he belonged. “I am here on two counts of business.”
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … produced a cold, damp cloth from his robes. Inside was an uncommon herb he used to make wilds tea, which he noticed hanging to dry near the great cooking pit. “Pflegekraute,” he said simply and handed it to her. “I bear the humblest of apologies. Your last delivery was lacking, and with the gates shut, who knows when we can get more.” The ogress sniffed the packet. “Try it fresh with fish. The flavor is better suited, and the potency is greater.”
She locked eye with the Priest for what seemed like minutes. “And?”
“I also bear news from the jail house, of the fate of a guardsman of Ulan. The attention of the lady Leera is needed with most haste. He escapes the executioner's list for the morrow, but I know not how long he has.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … continued, trying to keep the story flowing, “They could not tell me in which room the lady Leera stays. I will not approach the front door in these garments, so I must ask here. Do you know of things beyond food?” Her pride (of which her manner displayed ample quantity) would either bring forth the answer or bestow a black eye upon Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …. Maybe both.
The woman stared down at Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …, no readable expression on her face. He found himself more and more ready to dodge a blow. The rest of the kitchen staff was silent now too, waiting to see what would happen. Finally, the woman leaned forward a little and said, “You need a better story. None of my suppliers would hire an Andrithanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of, but I know who would.” She turned around to check on the lamb. “No skin off my back. You know the way.”
“Gratitude upon you, lady. And your floors are the cleanest in all of Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index. I will pass this way again; please pay me no mind, I know the way out.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … crossed through the kitchen to the servant's stairs.
He hadn’t learned which door was Leera’s, but that couldn’t be helped. The stairs led up to a second floor, and beyond that to a third, probably just an attic for storage. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … opened the second floor door and found himself in a concealed alcove, wide enough to carry a serving tray, but still invisible from the rest of the hall due to a hanging tapestry. He emerged into a hall, where a long, brightly colored rug ran the length of the floor, and carved, gilded sconces lined the walls, just a few feet apart. Between the sconces were small paintings, and maps of the baronies around Huerten, and one map of the entire kingdom which was outdated enough that it did not include Ostmark. Twenty feet away, the hall turned and continued out of sight. At the turn, which had been constructed to appear round rather than square, was an expensive glass window, one central pane almost clear, and the rest stained in browns and greens, to form an impression 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. The snake heads popped out of the window as delicately crafted glass sculptures. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … guessed that the window alone was worth more than most homes 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. Doors were spaced along the hall. In front of the last door before the curve, a man stood at attention, wearing the distinctive outfit and ribbon of Ulan’s closest bodyguards and courtiers.
This place in particular made him feel unwelcome. But… no. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … found his strength hanging low from his neck. He gripped the holy symbol as if in prayer, forming a triangle with his hands around its edges. He was not a felon, not here. He would not fall into old habits unbefitting a Priest. And he would not hide himself, which in turn hid the symbol of his faith.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … erupted from the tapestries and strode forward, earning a glance from the guard. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … dispensed with any attempt at deception. He was not very good at it. Success here would rely on Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue,'s reputation. He stopped and lowered his head before the guard. “The personal guard of Ulan. Tell me, sir, know you the prisoner Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue,?”
The man looked at Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … strangely, but then recovered his demeanor. “Yes, I once worked for Townsman Ulan. It is now my greatest privilege to serve his daughter Leera, heir to his estates.” The speech sounded practiced. He seemed not to have even heard Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …'s question.
“Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue, needs those who know he is loyal to speak against his charges. He is held for treason. Even as other traitors are absolved because their minds were taken by the evil sorcerer, Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue, remains. If you know him, I beg that you step forth.”
“Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue, was a loyal servant of Ulan, even if his mind has slipped these past weeks. I'm sure Leera will arrange for him to be freed as soon as she assumes the mantle of townsladyship.
The door had a sliding peep-hole, and Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … saw it open just a crack, and then close again. He wouldn't have noticed were it not for the bright sunlight from the west-facing window in the room.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … did not press his luck. After thanking the guard, he withdrew from the Stone and Fire, as victorious in the mundane task as he could have ever hoped.
Out of sight, he sat down and removed his wicker pack, from which he produced a large knife. Into the back of the smooth, leather sheath, he scratched the room number wherein he thought Leera stayed. He would only mess up the digits if he tried to remember it.
He supposed he owed Leera as much as any other inhabitant of Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index, for her role in destroying the sorcerer. And with a mirror, of all things! What a fantastic ballad that made. What a fearless woman she must be.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … replaced the knife, and drew something else from his pack, tucking it into an elongated pouch inside the skirt of his robes. The shiny metal plate he used to shave with might prove a lifesaver if he stumbled across any other sorcerers. “Beware, messenger of evil,” he spoke menacingly at his reflection.
Before making his way back to the Temple of Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … tried to position himself for a look into the lady Leera's room. Curiosity had the better of him, and he wished to know her face. Keeping to the shadows, or staying between the sun and the window, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … attempted to avoid any potentially embarrassing happenings.
A large, semi-transparent glass window – or large for 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, anyway; Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had heard that in the king's city of Duerstadtplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe City of Duerstadt
Duerstadt has been the capital of Rang since the reign of Diure XXXVIII (729-749). It is a major trading port on the Ice Sea (so called for the occasional iceberg that shows up therein). The Ice Sea separates Rang from the Skendu Islands to the north. Although the harbor of, glass was more common than wood – let enough light into the room that it was probably brighter inside than out in the afternoon. To either side of the impressive thing, at some distance, were more traditional shuttered windows, and as luck would have it, one was open. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … supposed Leera could afford to keep the fire burning hot with a window open, unlike some of his congregants. From the shadows in the inn's garden, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … watched for a good few minutes without being noticed. Then a woman stepped lightly to the window, almost like a dancer, and leaned casually against the sill, looking out. She was young for someone hoping to become a townslady, probably in her early twenties, but that was to be expected from the daughter of Ulan, who was none too old himself. She had a delicate, slim figure and hair lighter than anyone 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 who hadn't bleached it, but any potential for beauty was marred by a calloused look, like she'd known many a hard day's work and was expecting many more. Her bright blue eyes darted back and forth, making her look both suspicious and worried. In a way, she reminded Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … of some of the people he'd associated with in his less reputable days. After a few moments at the window, Leera sighed and closed the shutters.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … shook off the daydreams. He backtracked to the north, past Ulan's compound, and towards the temple. He would still have time to lead prayers before the evening meal if he stopped this dallying.
Though market day was not until tomorrow, there were a good number of beggars at the sides of the road. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … wished he had something for them besides the salve (which he offered to those in need of it), but he had no extra coin or food. Even his own gut clenched with hunger.
“Imagine a world where you worried not for yourself, but for your brother,” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … practiced a new sermon aloud as he made his way along a rough trail towards the park. “Then you think not, 'how can I get food? Get warmth? Be safe to sleep?' But instead you ask these things on your brothers' behalf. And you take comfort in knowing that they think, in turn, of you.”
The Priest passed by a man mending his fence. “Love thy neighbor, and be loved in return. Hate not! Or receive hate back tenfold!” The man seemed alarmed.
The park was bordered by a wide strip of bare ground - easily enough space for heavy wagons to pass in both directions, with another stopped at the side. It was one of the larger parks 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, and being right next to the Temple of Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … thought of it as his own backyard.
He followed the markers that he had carved into the trees, an overlapping square and circle, bisected by a vertical, a diagonal, and a horizontal line. The lines were light in color, and still visible in the dimness of twilight.
The symbol pulled his thoughts away from his upcoming sermon to more dire things (though some would call them merely fanciful). Would love keep the world from dissolving with the Zioth? Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … did not know. He walked the path of the Healer, and knew of both life and death. Was it so strange that the world, like its people, also died?
“A Master Healer is master of life and death.” He would need to do much more than sit in his secluded temple making herbal remedies to learn the will of Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of.
Before the evening meal, Preceptor Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … addressed his congregation. His outing had tired him, but also filled him with promise and hope.
At the conclusion, Acolyte Phisch passed out the remaining jars of salve from Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …'s pack as the Priest instructed: ”'Tis Market Day on the 'morrow. My gratitude to those who take the time to sell these salves - or give them away if you see the need is great. If you cannot sell in the name of Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of, just sell in the name of good health.“
Many of the congregation, those who lived there, adjourned to the kitchen and took tasks to prepare for the meal. They worked by candle light, as the light of the sun had already vanished. After twenty minutes, the table was set for a humble repast. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … shared his tale with everyone as they ate - the help he was allowed to give at Ferenz's, the generosity of the Silver Sign Tavern and the brewery, the diligence of the jail-house guards, the plight of Waydol, the former guard of Ulin, and Felicia's recovery from a broken leg.
He slipped away during clean up, and headed to a windowless den where he had amassed the books abandoned by the former Priest. There he read the word of Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of, or in the case of the books written in Sarnamplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigLanguage
Rouch
Rouch is the vernacular, or common tongue, spoken throughout Rang. Because of Rang's influence, it's also a trade language in the surrounding kingdoms.
Sarnam
Sarnam is the “old tongue,” spoken by the priests of Andritha. Most of the nobly-born are familiar with the language., perused the illustrations. He read to himself in a low voice. If he did not speak out the words, he would confuse the words with others, like “goose” instead of “goes”.
A light rapping at the door proceeded Acolyte Phisch's entrance. He deposited a plate of carrots on the edge of the narrow table, then backed out as he spoke, “Leftovers, Preceptor. Good night.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had never told Phisch where he disappeared to at night. The clever lad had figured that something was up by his excessive use of candles, and located him by the light they cast through cracks under the door and the sound of the Priest's voice. He just started bringing leftovers one day.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … placed a cloth bookmark and snapped the book shut. Nothing on Zioth - not today.