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 … lay down in bed, but couldn't sleep. He wasn't the only one; more than one resident of the temple paced back and forth through much of the night. At least the time passed quickly. It seemed like only a few hours before dawn arrived, 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 … had to get out of bed again. He hurried through his usual morning appearances, then excused himself to sneak out of town again. He did not arrive at 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 dismantled barge shortly after sunrise as he'd planned. The day was rushing on towards noon by the time he got there.
The crew of the barge hadn't fared much better. Despite 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 discipline, some of them were still moving about their tasks groggily if at all. No one had slept well. The well-dressed man with the sling was reading from an old, heavy book that had suffered a fair amount of damage from a fire. His two bodyguards stood over him, still and silent. The previous day, most of the crew had avoided the strange man. This morning, the first mate, Ker and 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 crewman Jan had all made friendly efforts to speak with him. It wasn't obvious what had changed. He definitely wasn't the type Jan would usually associate with.
“Good day!” The greeting erupted over the general din of the day's preparations. “Good day, sir.” Lelen walked past the mules, giving them each a look in the eye and spoke a few words to them, then continued on to the captain. He stopped before passing 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.. For some reason, he removed his belt and immediately replaced it while chanting something softly. Then he proceeded on. “Good day, sirs,” he said, cracking a smile.
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 up from his book and frowned. “What? More superstition?”
“Ah, 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.! My apologies, Captain. The day has gotten away from me. I know not how the sun is come so high so quickly. Had you ample time to compose a reply to my master?”
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 to Kreemon, “Something is off concerning the time. Things seem to be going faster.” He looked out, past the invisible dome, to see if there was anything he could use as a source of reference. It was hard to tell. There were no people nearby, but what was that thing darting past, low the ground? A squirrel? A low-flying bird? It was out of sight 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. could identify it.
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. kept his men busy and made Lelen wait. After some time of this, Kreemon looked around and asked to no one in particular, “So. What do we do now?”
Lelen stayed with 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. as a caravan of mules and men started into the woods to secure the last of the raft and its cargo. He leaned upon a slanted tree and watched the progression. “Keep good care of those asses!” he called after them. Lelen did wish he could stay with the mules, feeling a sense of responsibility for them even though it was the Captain's coin which bought their services. And Lelen had no doubt that the Captain could pay for any animals that were lost.
Lelen let out a big yawn and stretched, opening his eyes with a start at the display of swarming clouds above him. He watched for some time as he waited.
“Well then,” 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, not quite replying to Kreemon, “let's go see what we can learn from the army, perhaps they know more about this barrier.” He put his book away and set off, the skeletons and Kreemon following behind. As they walked, storm clouds continued to rush in, clustering faster than seemed possible. Then, within minutes, the clouds disappeared from sight, to be replaced by a solid sheet of white, far overhead. A few minutes later, a small clump of snow landed at Kreemon's feet.
Soon, the well-dressed man and his entourage returned. 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 had an idea. The men walked up to a spot next to the river, where 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. spoke to the two silent ones. As one, they fell to their knees and started digging. After a few minutes, 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 a long stick and poked it at an angle down the hole. It didn't go as deep as he expected. 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 frown deepened, as he dropped the stick and turned back around. The barrier didn't conveniently stop at the ground then. Noticing Lelen, 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. headed over to him and said, “Since you are a facilitator, I need two swords, one for each of my guards. Is that something you can procure?”
“Is it spades that you want? If a farmer's spade for digging, as you seem to be, I might acquire a pair. But a guard would want a soldier's spade, and that I could not. Such things are too difficult to come by, and my occupation is as a messenger.” Lelen's forehead wrinkled. “But – these robed men are guards?” They seemed pretty skinny for guards, now that Lelen was really looking. Their concealing robes hung loosely over every part of their bodies, even their faces and hands, so that nothing was easily visible. Stranger was that, not only had they not spoken a single word in Lelen's presence, but they hadn't made a single unnecessary movement. If not their skeletal bodies and uncharacteristic clothing, they could have been extraordinarily well-disciplined guards.
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, ignoring the question. “No. Had I wanted spades, I would have asked for them. I require two swords. My men lost theirs and could use replacements.”
“Of course, sir,” Lelen watched silently for a while, then turns his attention to the area 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.. “Did I hear of a barrier? A barrier which is the reason your barge was unmade?” He stepped towards where he 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. and his guards testing it. “And will it thwart me as well?” he raised his hands to shield himself and pressed forward.
There certainly didn't seem to be any barrier. Nothing stopped 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 … from walking forward, and his hand didn't hit anything. He might have thought the others were crazy, if he hadn't looked back and found them still right behind him, as if he hadn't moved at all.
Lelen looked back and forth, his mouth agape in surprise. “Do the Kelpies seize us by our feet? 'Tis Fey magic!” He covered his face with his hands and spun several times in place, then proceeded to walk backwards towards the barrier. The effect was no different. 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 body was sure it was walking, but his eyes said differently.
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. replied calmly, “I think it has something to do with 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 and her attack on the good people 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..”
“No. How could it be? 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 spares 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; there is a temple to her in the very city 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.” Lelen spread his gaze high and wide, as if trying to find a breech in the sky to escape through.
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. scoffed, “You mean the dilapidated building by the wall?”
Lelen looked at 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. for a moment, then affirmed quietly.
“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, grant me passage so that I might better understand your plan.” A tug on the peace knot holding his sword unraveled it in an instant, and he drew his weapon underhanded. The blade was much like himself - thick, heavy, simple and unclean. Surmounted on the crosspiece was the 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 the Fighter. The symbol, along with the sword, pointed downward, representing peace. Lelen brandished the sword before him, and tried once more to proceed.
Off to the side, and beyond the barrier, an avalanche of snow tumbled down, briefly revealing a cloudy sky. It was soon covered again with white. Lelen stepped forward again, sword in hand, and walked until he was sure 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 granted him passage, but then he looked around and the others were still right behind him.
There were songs, not sung very often, about the ancient magics, and how 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 purged the evil from the world. When the story of the Golden Priest started to go around, Phiche told him that hundreds of years ago, 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 destroyed all the magicians in a great battle. It was sung that a stronghold 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 would never be subject to the evil of magic again. Could those old songs and stories have had anything to do with this? Lelen stared disheartened at the people he should have left many paces 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. nodded towards the sword. “Two of those are what I need, by the way.”
Lelen ignored the comment, his attention held firmly by this new and frightful event. “Could this be the power 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 rumbling of the earth and this unseen impasse? I heard of a sorcerer who killed with magic, and enslaved minds, mere days ago inside 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. What is happening?”
“Perhaps the evil sorcerer was slain by the stoic Townslady Koriscaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigKorisca Valym
Korisca would be a beautiful woman if she bathed regularly. Most of the time, her face is soot-covered and her hands are grimy. Her blue eyes stand out as the only colorful feature of her face. Her blond hair is full of dirt and ragged, and is never combed neatly. Even after bathing, which never cleans her completely, she seems to draw the dirt back onto her skin within hours., but his evil 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 magic may still abound.”
“Oh yes, as in the ballad. But 'tis not the ending I have heard.” Lelen clutched his hands and looks anguished, then suddenly added, “And she is not Townslady yet, though I know not how they could stop her… I will return to my family soon. 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. busies himself with his wares, but returns no message to my Master, so my usefulness here comes to an end. I have no wish to dally here, with this curse.” Hearing this, 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. finally jogged up to him and gave him a note with his seal on it. He told you it had a complete manifest, and asked you to return to negotiate a price. 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 and left.
As 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 the secret entrance, he noticed two things. First, he saw a strange-looking bird, very much like the one that had been perched on the wealthy man's shoulder, sitting on a tree branch nearby. Second, and it surprised him that this was the second thing he noticed, the Messenger was sitting on the stump that hid the entrance. He glanced over at you and said, “Welcome home.”
Lelen stopped dead in his tracks, momentarily forgetting about the strange bird. “Welcome Home.” The words smashed into him like a fall from the city walls. Lelen's head jumbled with thoughts that lead him to only one conclusion: He had no idea what was happening.
Lelen pulled tight the scarf which covered his nose and mouth. “'Tis good to see you again, Messenger. I owe you my thanks for pointing me in the direction of 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.'s barge, allowing me to complete my delivery.” Lelen was not much for wordsmithing or politicking, so he just came out with his questions, at least the first in a long line. “Knew you that he was stuck in an unseen wall that halts even the waters of the river? Even now, the snows gather atop it,” he points upwards. “Is it sorcery? Or the will 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? Or fairy magic? Or something to do with Zioth?”
“Must it be just one of those things?”
“Uh…” Lelen was not expecting the response. He was about to say he didn't know when the Messenger continued.
“A town in the center of a globe, and a house in the center of a town. A glut of sorcery and a race towards the Zioth. Wait long enough and the race will end, but is long enough truly long enough?” A clump of snow landed on a tree, causing a bird to launch into the air.
Lelen looked back from the distraction, “I confess, sometimes I know not of what you speak. And I know not what is happening here. I wish I knew what this meant.” He looked seriously at Messenger, “If you can, answer me this: Does 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 act to destroy the 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 here? This is my worst fear.”
“That's a good question. Maybe you should ask an expert. Or maybe you should go to where you might find an expert, and not actually bother to ask. And maybe when you do that, you'll pick some people to go with you who haven't been in town long enough to fear what might happen when they do.”
“An expert? An expert on 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… Would be 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.” Lelen's eyes grew large at the prospect of asking questions amongst people who wanted to do far worse than lob stones at him. “I… Must I take people with me?” He thought about his dealings in town. He had never really been able to be heard by the locals – short, plain-looking, and simple of word. Maybe he could use the help. “I see the wisdom. But what brave soul would escort me into the lion's den? Messenger, are you such a person?”
“You need someone who's already proven himself in that situation, or someone who has nothing better to do right now. Maybe they'll turn out to be the same person. Remember this: The Voice of the Zioth will show you the door behind the ribbon in the book. Now if you'll excuse me, I have nowhere in particular to be.” The Messenger stood up and headed off into the woods.
“Of course, sir. Be well.” Lelen was not sure if he was accepting or declining as the Messenger disappeared off into the wood, but something made him feel as though the two would meet again.
He studied the ground until he bent over to grasp a good-sized stone and flung it at the strange bird in the trees. It made him feel watched. Then as it took flight, he made for the secret entrance into the city.
Crawling through the dirt, Lelen thought about the Messenger's words. The only people he knew to fit his description were back at the river. And although he did not know them enough to trust them, he was sure he had something they wanted, and so could strike a deal.
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 … crawled through the tunnel, changed back into his normal clothing and exited through the fireplace. Everything seemed in order, until he left the sanctuary and found Phiche pacing pack and forth in a panic. “Preceptor!” He paused for a moment. “How did you… What's happening? The snow…”
“Easy, my boy, easy. You are right to be anxious, but let us put your energy to better use.”
“What's going on? Is this the sorcerer's work?”
“I fear it may be worse than that. Phisch, I need you to do something very important while I investigate these matters. Get word to as many of our followers as you can before the next Market Day and tell them that… Tell them that the temple is going to be closed for a while. they will have to keep 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 in their hearts. It may not be safe to come here. You, too, Phisch. You must stay away until I return for you. Can you stay with someone in town? I could ask Falshae from the Silver Sign to give you work for room and board. And you must pray with your actions, not your words, until the temple opens again. Understand? Do what is right, but do not teach 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 … took Phisch through the temple quickly as they made ready to seal up the building. He would not answer Phisch's questions further, or those of the 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 who came to pray or simply to help with the chores.
There was little to do. The temple was simple, small, and without many live-in worshippers. Once 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 … discussed what needed to be done, he left Phisch in charge.
The Preceptor visited his private den before leaving for the outside once again. He tucked the cowl and wrap he used to hide his face in the back of a desk drawer, then looked over the books that neatly lined the shelves. He hoped a voice would tell him which book and page would lead him to Zioth. Hadn't the Messenger said as much?
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 … splashed cold water on his face. For some reason, he was having difficulty focusing his eyes. He wished he had written down what Messenger had said, as he stared at his pile of books. Doors under bookmarks? Was that it? He sighed and fell back into his chair.
“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,” he spoke as if to someone nearby. “I embark on a foolish errand. If you will stop me from closing your place of worship and hiring strangers with your gold, please do so.”
Just the sounds of boards being nailed over windows came as reply.
“We talk more on this later.” 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 … rocked forward onto his feet, and grabbed the purse of gold attles from the desktop. “Oh, and do look after Phisch, dear Mother.” He tucked the purse away and went once again to the sanctuary to employ the secret tunnel. Not as Journeyman Lelen this time, but as 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 ….
Things are moving quickly. More turns coming up soon.
I haven't heard from Martin in a while. For now, I'm assuming he has left the game. It was fun playing with you, Martin! I'm sorry the game was so slow for so much of the time you've been here.