Clouds moved rapidly overhead. After some time, Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier., pacing up and down the length of the raft, trying to keep spirits up, saw a man approaching, in a simple tunic, muffler and cowl. The man looked to be in his late twenties, and stood wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. Had he not been covered with muffler and cowl, his skin would have appeared pale and a little blubbery, tugging his facial features downward to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face was well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head was clearly visible underneath. The man stared at the barge, then walked up to the widened river bank, waved his arms and shouted, “Ropes!” he cried out, “Toss me your ropes!”
Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier.'s first thought was 'landlubber.' You don't throw 'ropes', you throw 'lines'. In any event, the present situation was weird and desperate enough to allow Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier. to disregard his caution of strangers and his tendencies towards pedantry. “Joos! Get a line to that man!”
The rowers – all except the two cowled ones, who kept rowing until 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. told them to stop – looked immensely relieved to have a new, simpler task. Joos threw the line, pulled it back, then threw it again, this time reaching the increasingly distant bank. The man on the bank tied the line to a tree and everyone pulled.
The raft didn't move.
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 … scratched his chin. They were stuck, but good. He pondered. More ropes would not help - the rope and his knots were not the problem. Perhaps a rope bridge to the bank? Ah, but would a captain allow his ship to be abandoned so?
Only one thing for it. He needed first and foremost to deliver his message. He could discuss with the captain what else need be done after that.
“May I come aboard?! MAY I BOARD!?!”
“Yes, permission to board! Be aware that given the circumstances, I cannot guarantee safe passage back to your original spot! Tie the line to a tree and pull yourself to the raft. The water's cold, but we have a small fire and brandy to warm you once on-board.” The man on the riverbank strained to hear the Captain over the thunder of water. Once it was clear he had permission to board, he swung onto the line, held taut between the tree and the several oarsmen, and shimmied its length to the barge. Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier. issued orders to stiffen the line and keep the new passenger as far out of the water as reasonably possible.
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. gave Kreemon a look, and with a quiet word the two robed figures repositioned themselves between Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. and the newcomer.
Hauling himself over the railing, the man sunk down to the deck, not seeming tired as much as unaccustomed to the swaying. He was dressed in a simple tunic over leather armor, a broadsword strapped to one leg. A muffler and cowl kept his head and mouth concealed. “Journeyman Lelen Meretal, Captain. Please permit my first course of action to be the delivery of this message from Townsman Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person. 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.” He produced a scroll tube from under his tunic, which Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier. took in hand. “I am able to return a message, Captain. I can wait. And… may I aid you to regain your freedom? From the land, it seems you are caught on some rock, or perhaps pulled into an eddy.”
Rather than answer, the captain broke the seal and unrolled the letter.
Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. looked over at Kreemon again. “What news from the town, Journeyman?”
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 …, calling himself Lelen, turned to face the speaker, studying him for a moment as Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier. opened the scroll tube. He made no move to approach, instead raising his voice to be heard: “'Tis sealed, sir, I know not what news.” Then he considered for a moment that Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style.'s meaning was more general. “The gates are still closed, sir. But I know of one thing, so grand it was made to song, and I hear this song over the walls.”
Lelen cleared his throat, and belted out a melodic tale of an evil sorcerer struck down by the daughter of Townsman Ulan.
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. listened intently and upon completion asks, “The gates are still sealed? So, how did you come by this missive?”
Lelen, who had risen to his feet by now and was clutching at the railing, looked back over at the group of robed men. Something about them put him off his ease.
He turned his attention back to the Captain, speaking softer so Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. had to strain to hear. “If you care to know of such mundane things, please ask it to Townsman Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person.. I am merely his agent.” Then, with renewed volume, “His seal is in order, and I carry a letter of introduction, if that is important.” He leaned back and looked over the edge. “Have you given thought to your predicament?”
“The Sorcerer is dead?” Kreemon asked. “Does that mean the gates will be reopened?”
“Turned to ash, sir, if one is to believe folksongs. His own magic his undoing, his wicked essence blasted away by the wind. It happened days ago, yet the gates still stand closed. Your guess is as good as mine whether they will open. But they would not cut off trade so lightly. Lo! 'Tis Market Day, and they let no one enter.”
Lelen took a moment to size up this new speaker, obviously not one of the normal rowers, but certainly with enough muscle to get the job done. He adjusted his leather gloves and made introductions, “Lelen Meretal, at your service, sir. If any of you can write, and wish a message delivered within 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, I am your servant for a meager wage. One attleplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigRang Currency
The Aglar
Rang's economy is based on barter and silver, the later dominating commercial activity in towns and cities. The silver Aglar (ă'glǒr) has been minted since the early days of Rang, primarily out of the capitol, Duerstadt. There are also regional mints in most of the duchies, bearing unique mint marks, and producing, collectively, about four fifths as much as is produced by.” He clicked the 't' hard, as if enjoying how the word sounded.
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. arches an eyebrow, “How do you get messages to and from the city with the gates closed?”
Once again, Lelen turned to look at the robed figures. “'Tis a trade secret, sir. For the protection of my employer, and my own livelihood, I must say nothing. I am for hire, however.”
Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier.'s interest perked up when he heard the word 'agent'. He may not be able to say much about strange weather, but he could talk all day about patriarchal deference and the importance of quality connections. “Thank you sir, I will gladly read your letter. If your connections are worthy, as I'm sure they are, we can talk business.” The letter was from Townsman Eiselonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person. Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person., trade master 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, and 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 too, from phrases he slipped in very deliberately. He expressed an interest in doing business, and authorized Journeyman Lelen Meretal to initiate negotiations. He had fine cloth to sell, as well as some bushels of coal, and might be willing to part with a selection of gemstones.
When Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier. finished, he said, “very good! We will talk in a moment. But first…”, he handed the letter back and studied the line connected to the shore. “Joos! Let's see if you can make it to shore with a second line so we can ferry cargo to the bank. Perhaps we can move enough material to rebuild the raft beyond this obstruction and continue to the ocean.”
Joos looked at the captain for a second, then shrugged his shoulders, tied a line to his waist, took off his shirt and boots and dove into the water. The man wasn't the strongest swimmer, but in the calm water, he made it quickly enough. When the line was secured, and he'd finished retying the first line, he signaled Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier..
Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier. stepped on a crate. He motioned to Joos on the river bank to wait, then turned to the passenger and crew. “I've made a decision. A possibly lucrative business opportunity calls me back to the 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
area. You can only fight the elements for so long before you must alter course. Those who wish to journey elsewhere can make their way to the shore. I will refund any fares paid for passage and will not charge more to return to our prior campsite. My man Joos will help anyone cross who wishes to leave. Otherwise this raft is traveling back to the river-side campsite near the army. It will take a few minutes to shift the cargo so
we can safely backup, so think carefully. I'll give one more warning before Joos cuts the lines to shore.”
“Very good, Captain. Will you that I stay as you compose a response? Or return ashore?”
“No point walking back. Please stay and be my guest. We can talk business on the way.”
“I accept your gracious invitation.” Lelen hunkered over the railing, out of the way.
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. frowned. “It does not appear we can depart the area anyway, though I had wished to start our journey. It seems fate wishes us to remain 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.”
Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier. directed the crew to shift the cargo so they could reverse direction. He didn't want the risk turning around in the current. Since no one asked to leave, the crew picked up poles and oars once again and got to work, but try as they might, the barge wouldn't move.
“Well, this is unexpected,” 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. said, still frowning. “Perhaps we are further into the barrier than we thought.”
“Terrible bad luck, Captain, “Lelen said. “I summon the good-natured wood spirits to aide.” He set to removing his footwear, then donning it again on the opposite feet while shouting, “Hobbletackillonthetrackihopeintacttillillbeback.” He looked around expectantly. “I hope 'tis not a curse, Captain. I doubt I could maintain my footing for a counter-curse, and that I could affect a whole boat!” Those of the crew and passengers who had spent time in land-locked regions to the north recognized the superstitions of the commoners. For those to whom it was not superstition but the power of invisible fey creatures, they recognized a call to avert misfortune.
Correcting his footwear, he continued to the Captain, “There are farms nearby. I can gather the service of pack animals, the purpose of which I would leave to your discretion, whether to pull the boat or carry your load.”
“Lelan, please find a mule team. Here are a few diyars to hire a team to take us up river, although I intend to try pulling us out of this spot before we unload.”
“Then ready the ropes. I return in short time with our solution.” He tucked the coins away and departed, traversing the river in the same way he came aboard. “Stay resolute, voyagers! Thanks to you, Joos, for your fine work!”
A very dejected Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier. then got the crew to prepare for a tow from the river bank. He had them move cargo around, seemingly at random, until he was satisfied. Then to no one in particular: “Anyone have experience with mule teams?”
Back on firm earth, Lelen rested briefly and inspected the knots tied by Joos. Were nautical knots so much better than his own? After that, he jogged straight to the closest farm. He had passed several on his way from the city and was confident in his task.
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. stepped up to the prow, his hand outstretched in front of him. It took him a moment to realize he was walking in place. The illusion didn't last as long as the day before. 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. thought he could almost feel the barrier now, as he ran his hand down the farthest point he could reach. When he touched the raft, he found that his hand stopped a fraction of an inch before the front of the barge.
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. sat down on the deck of the barge, making himself comfortable. His two assistants moved to stand behind him. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind before focusing his attention on the wall in front of him. Soft words slipped from his lips as he meditated and ponders their predicament.
A quiet whistling began in Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style.'s ears. Quickly, it became louder and deeper until it was almost deafening. The chaotic noise became a complex tune with so many harmonies and counterpoints that it was hard to hear it as music. Flashes appeared and disappeared in a plane before him, giving the impression of a wall that extended as far in every direction as his magic could reach.
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. blinked, and was staring up at the sky. Kreemon sat over him, shaking him by the shoulders. Had he passed out? He had no idea.
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. got to his feet and said to the captain, “We are closer to this mysterious barrier than we were yesterday, so we are making forward progress, slow as it may be. Perhaps attempting to reverse course would not be wise at this time. If that messenger can obtain a wagon to ferry supplies to and fro, we could continue with our forward progress and eventually break through the barrier. Otherwise, you will still be stuck
inside the barrier, with the new trade goods from 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, with no way to get them out… Why lose the gains we have made thus far?”
It was almost dark by the time Lelen got back, though it felt like only a couple hours had passed. It hadn't been easy to find a farmer willing to part with his mules. Lelen had finally found the twelve year old daughter of a farmer, who needed the coin. She told a crazy story about her family and most of her farm being taken away from her by some evil magic. Lelen might have believed her, had he not been able to see the rest of the farm from where he stood.
The crew of the barge had experience with mules. They'd used them to pull against strong currents more than once. With the mules' harnesses tied to the raft, and the pole-men ready to keep it from hitting anything or getting too close to shore, they gave the signal to start. Kale, leading the mules, set them to walking.
The mules pulled and pulled. Kale urged them on through the tall river grasses, and soon there were furrows under their feet.
After only a short time pulling at the barge, Lelen, who had remained on land to oversee the mules, came to the realization that it was hopelessly trapped. He could not imagine a situation that would yield the results he was witnessing, but one did not argue with fact.
“Captain… Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier., is it not? Sir, with the mules exerting themselves in the men's stead, we well could start off loading your cargo. 'Twould be wise to be done before we lose the light. Let not the autumn night sneak upon you. Less you camp here, then I return home for the night and come again on the morrow.” Lelen stood patiently and awaited the Captain's order. He knew this decision could not be an easy one.
Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier. looked down at the raft, then looked up and scanned along the line running to shore. He stared at the mules for a moment, then spoke: “Joos, unload the cargo. Once the cargo is off I want to bring as much of the raft ashore as possible. Perhaps we can rebuild at a later date.” Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier. then prioritized the cargo to get the valuable stuff ashore first. As the crew unloaded, he did what he could to keep the raft balanced.
“Aye, sir,” he mimicked some of the language he heard around him. “I will man the loading, and see to a fire.”
Lelen took charge of the arrangements on the ground, using his strength where necessary to help with the moving. “You - what are you called? - stay you in the cart and pull these to the back. Which of you has worked with pack animals? You and you, lash these ropes 'round the beasts there, to distribute the weight. I show you. Many hands make for short work!” he called out, encouraging the workers onward.
Once half the goods where loaded up, Lelen set to work making a fire out of the way, humming a tune that any 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 would recognize as Our Mother, Our Provider. “Has anyone a kettle? I make tea to help us press on into the cold evening.”
Between the fire on the raft and the fire on the river bank, there was enough light to work by. Barrels and crates and were carefully ferried to shore, using logs and the lines to keep them afloat. Two crates were overturned, one of which was full of blankets. Those had to be hung on nearby trees to dry, and there were enough that, out of the corner of the eye, one could imagine a small fleet of sailing ships moving through the forest.
Finally, when 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. and Otplugin-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., both nearly full, were high in the sky, the cargo was secure. The river had receded, getting closer to its normal breadth. It had also calmed a good deal, hardly flowing at all now.
With a sigh and a shake of his head, the first mate brought out the saws and chisels. Under Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier.'s direction, he and some of the other crewmen began cutting off the part of the raft deemed lost.
When Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. arrived on shore, Lelen approached him and his guards, his mood cheery yet reserved. “Good night, sirs.” He held up a mug of steaming tea. “You have been long on that boat, and are surely tired. I advise, drink you this Wilds' tea. It will fortify you and warm you, and you will sleep well. I have only one mug. I hope it is no imposition to share from it.” He held it towards the figures and smiled.
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. took the mug and sniffed at the contents. It was a mixture of common herbs, easy on the nose. Wilds Tea was said to warm the body and calm the spirit – probably just another superstition. “Thank you, that is very kind. A question: If we are stuck here, do you have a way to get us back into the city?”
“Patience will get you within the city walls, sir.” He smiled reassuringly. “Have you family there? You are 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, yes? The noisome odor of their salves is faint - smells not unlike death.” Lelen looked to Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style.'s companions, then his eyes grew large and he continued quickly, “No disrespect is intended, sir. I am 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. As an apology, would you accept this salve from my church? It smells of fresh clover. So, what business brings you three into the city?”
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. shook his head. “No apologies are necessary. I am an herbalist by trade, but saw that the gates were closed so thought entry would be denied. Can you get us into the city?”
There was something strange about the two men behind 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.. Their stance was a little too rigid, their breath a little too quiet, and occasionally, they make clicking noises like they had pieces of wood in their pockets. And it could have been the fire, but he caught glimpses of red light under their all-obscuring cowls. Lelen's eyes kept flickering to the silent, robed figures. They did not drink, the did not talk, they did not move except to follow their master. Suddenly the desire to leave was too great. “Well… Well, I must tend to the fire. And the Captain has not warmed himself with tea. Excuse me, sir.” He hurried off.
“Captain!” Lelen called over as he boarded the raft once again. “Good sir, take a rest! Your face is frozen with worry. You did fret about your boat all day. Sit you down, and drink this.” He poured a mug of hot tea, of which his crew on land had been partaking, from a bucket he somehow got over the water. He thrust it towards Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier.. Even the smell of the rising steam seemed invigorating.
“Things here are in hand, but I see you yet have much toil. If it pleases you, sir,” he held out a hand with a few remaining coins from the mule hiring, “may I depart, to meet you here in the morning? If you will correspond with the Townsman, of course. I will stay the night elsewhere. Call me superstitious, but those robed men carry with them an ill omen. I feel it more so in the 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 … headed off back to the secret way into Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index. He was not expecting to be followed, thinking his ruse was going flawlessly.
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 high in the sky by the time the raft was dismantled, the foremost piece of each board still floating in the river. The wood and larger cargo were hidden in the forest, and the smaller cargo kept close.
Late in the night, Cundeeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCaptain J. Cundee
As a seafarer and merchant I am probably as alien as an elf or dwarf to most landlubbers. I am educated, but not a clergyman. I am obviously modestly wealthy, but not nobility. I have a physical appearance of a farm laborer (tanned, rough hands, etc), but I clearly am not a peasant. I dress in strange dress, walk differently and even talk differently. I carry a sword and may have even trained in its use, but I am not a soldier. saw 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. making rounds with his two followers. He stopped to talk to them, usually near a member of the crew. Then he would move on.