“Excellent,” 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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… said, looking down into the dark hole between the bookshelves. “Would one of you see where the stairs leads while the other keeps watch on the door? I will have a quick chat with those captive priests and then we will continue onward through this secret passage.”
Kreemon 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 …. “You have the lamps. Watch your step.” Then he went back to the door to make sure the blockade was braced and secure.
“That would be very kind of you,” 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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… said. “Don't go too far. Just see where the stairs go, and then come back and help Kayplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigKay Wanderwit
Kay is an attractive, eighteen year old girl. She has dark brown hair, tanned skin and hazel eyes. The bow she carries is of a very fine quality. Kay wears brown calfskin breeches, and a green wool vest. When traveling, she wears brown deerskin breeches and a red linen vest. Her old cloak is black, and made of fine but worn wool. She has become a close friend of keep the door closed.”
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 his understanding, then for some reason placed the lamp and walking stick on the floor. He tied together two ends of the string that held his chest piece together, then yanked on them, tightening the knot. “Damn…” he exclaimed, retrieving his items. Looking back 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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh…, “M'lord Thand, if I return not, my acolyte, Phisch, is at the Silver Sign. He should be told.” The large man turned and moved carefully into the hole, examining each step before stepping upon it. Before his head disappeared, he called back, “I return shortly.”
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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… nodded and said solemnly, “Of course. Just see where the passage leads. When you arrive at a crossroads or chamber, stop and return.”
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 … carefully climbed down into the hole.
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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… went to the captives and slapped the ungagged one until he woke. “No need to shout,” 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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… said. “Your friends are all dead in here and the door is braced so your other friends won't be joining us for a while. I am going to ask you some questions.” He drew a dagger slowly. “Failure to answer will result in your friend here paying the consequences. Do you understand?” At the priest's expected outburst, 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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… sliced the left ear off the gagged priest, who woke only long enough to scream. “A simple yes would have sufficed; hence the lesson. As you can imagine, I am a little disturbed about the fact that I cannot leave this puissant town due to your barrier. Tell me about it, it's properties, and how I safely and expediently pass through it.”
The priest looked terrified and confused. “I don't know.” Then he seemed to build up a little courage. “Use your all powerful magic to pass 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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… lanced the gagged priest's left eye. The priest convulsed with pain, screaming against the gag for over a minute before he passed out again. “Additional commentary is not necessary. You must really not like this guy at all. Don't worry, once I run out of things to cut or poke on him, I am going to start on you.” 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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… let that sink in and then asked, “How was the barrier created? Tell me what you do know,” and circled the dagger point over the gagged priest's right eye.
“Why do you think we were here in the library? The barrier has to come down. Do you really think you're so important that we would starve the town for you? We both know what your arrogance cost you in the Battle of the Magicsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Battle of the Magics (577)
Belazan: The conflict dates back to the beginning of time, and has little to do with magic. I imagine the first men to craft arrow heads out of stone were feared and hated by their enemies, and the weapons themselves viewed with suspicion. Nothing changed when mages began to hire themselves out to princes and kings. The kingdom with more power was hated, but that hatred couldn't target an entire kingdom. To do so would be to admit inferiority. Instead, the weapons…. 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 you once, and He will again.”
“What of the barrier itself? Magic cannot pass from the outside in? What about from the inside out?”
“If it was knowledge you wanted, you would have waited and let us finish our research. We both know all you really want is death, so kill me and be done with it. I will go to Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics as one of the Few.
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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… poked out the other eye and said, “Who says I will kill you? Blind, deaf, mute and lame will work just fine for me. Imagine, never being able to sing or listen to music again…”
The priest glared at him, but did not look at all confident in his defiance.
“You put the barrier up, now you say you don't know it's properties? Explain.” He let the dagger rest on the unconscious priest's remaining ear.
“I never said I put up the barrier.”
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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… cut off the other ear. The gagged priest, his face streaming with blood, did not wake this time. “You priests did; no semantics, please. Continue.”
The apparent death of his friend seemed to give the priest new courage. “You're as heartless as they say, but not nearly as clever. Why would we be trying to remove the barrier if we created it?”
“I've inspected the barrier and it reeks of your magics. If not you, who enacted the barrier?”
A particularly loud attempt at the door made one of the bookshelves leaning against it jump, and slide until it caught on a new piece of the uneven stone floor. Kreemon pushed it back. “I guess we'll never know.” The priest was shaking. He could not fully overcome his fear.
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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… carefully pierced the gagged priest's left eardrum, eliciting a slight shudder. There was some life left in the priest after all. “Do I have your attention?” He turned away from the gagged priest and held the dagger point near the other's left eye. “I think it is now your turn. Answer as fully as you can, with no semantics or evasions, and you might retain your ability to speak and hear. Tell me of the mages of Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash
By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17
Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization.. Where was Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash
By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17
Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization.? What happened to them? Where is their library? Everything you know, and anywhere in this library where there might be more information.”
“Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash
By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17
Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization.?” he said, blinking and squirming at the dagger near his eye. “I… I've never heard of 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 … climbed into the hole, making sure each stair was sturdy before stepping on it. His lamp light sent insects scurrying - ants, roaches, long fleshy centipedes. The walls of the narrow shaft were rectangular-cut stones, which made 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 … feel like he was climbing down a well. The smell helped the illusion - dank and slightly acrid. Halfway down, 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 … spotted a loose piece of rope, chewed off at each end by something. Once, it had been attached to hooks in the wall, and who knew where those led? From then on, he was even more careful to watch his step.
The entrance was a distant triangle of light by the time 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 … reached the bottom of the shaft. He was thirty feet deep, at least. The floor was natural stone, marred in places with some tiny plant that crunched under his feet, and so many insects, most out of sight, that he could hear them chittering. The remains of a wooden door, rotted through long ago, and a few piles of stringy dirt that may once have been cloth, were the only signs that any human had been here.
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 … edged his way up to the portal, kicking at the mounds of dirt as he approached each, and peered beyond it into darkness. He knelt to pick up a piece of detritus and, speaking a prayer of protection, tucked it into his belt. Before pushing through the rotted wood, he scanned it quickly for insects, brushing away the brave ones with his walking stick.
Despite his efforts, 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 … was awarded with a shower of dust and ants, and one long centipede which stung him in the neck. “Confounded…” He drop his stick and fished in his armor for a package of salve, which he rubbed into the laceration. He wished he had a dog handy to lick the wound - no better thing for poisonous centipede bites. Well, except perhaps blue grass mixed in oatmeal. When he'd brushed himself clean, he walked down a winding passage. It looked like a natural tunnel had been chipped and smoothed into a passage suitable for humans. In one spot, a stalactite hung down a foot off the ceiling, with a tiny bead of water at its tip. Near the end, where the dusty remains of another rotted door stood, 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 … nearly kicked a tripwire. He followed it to a panel in the wall, which reached from the floor to ceiling and continued along the ceiling. the panels looked like they had once been painted to look like the stone around them, but most of the paint had worn away, revealing more rotted wood. He wedged his dagger between the wood and stone, both to act as a marker for the tripwire and to slow down the contraption if it was somehow triggered.
Through the door, 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 see an empty chamber lined with the remains of tapestries. The once heavy cloth hung in strands from rusty hooks, and pooled in cones of dirt on the floor. There were three rotted doors in the room, so damaged that they could almost be stepped through without disturbing them. Two doors were right next to each other, but looked like they led into separate rooms. The smell was stronger here, sour like sweat.
He kicked in a few obstructing pieces of wood and stepped into the chamber. As instructed, he would not proceed further, but he wanted to look at the cloth. It was disappointingly worn and filthy. He snorted and coughed. The smell was repellent. Was that rot or urine? It must be rot. There was nothing living down here but insects. Was there? 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 … held still and craned his neck to listen for any sounds from the adjoining rooms before turning back.
At first all he heard was the chittering of round-backed beetles on the floor below him. As he accustomed himself to the near silence, he heard other things. A scratching on the floor – a mouse – and the hiss of a small snake. Probably multiple snakes, in the dark, dirty rooms to the right. The door up ahead led to a quiet tunnel much like the one he'd just 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 … began to climb the stone steps back to the library. Halfway up, he slowed and stopped to catch him breath. He knew that Kayplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigKay Wanderwit
Kay is an attractive, eighteen year old girl. She has dark brown hair, tanned skin and hazel eyes. The bow she carries is of a very fine quality. Kay wears brown calfskin breeches, and a green wool vest. When traveling, she wears brown deerskin breeches and a red linen vest. Her old cloak is black, and made of fine but worn wool. She has become a close friend of was right about him, but if they wound up cold and starving in a Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index prison for their actions, he would have the satisfaction of watching the skinny man waste away before him.
Instead of continuing up, he shouted, “M'lord Thand! The way is cleared! I found a room with many doors!”
“Okay! Help Kayplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigKay Wanderwit
Kay is an attractive, eighteen year old girl. She has dark brown hair, tanned skin and hazel eyes. The bow she carries is of a very fine quality. Kay wears brown calfskin breeches, and a green wool vest. When traveling, she wears brown deerskin breeches and a red linen vest. Her old cloak is black, and made of fine but worn wool. She has become a close friend of with the door.”
Suddenly, there was a great crash, which seemed to come from everywhere at once. The bookshelf shook loose and slid down the angled table, old wood splintering as it dragged along the floor. Kreemon jumped out of the way just in time to avoid being tripped and dragged along with it. Books shook loose all over the library, a few falling to the floor. Then it stopped. In the silence, 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 … heard a some tiny object bouncing down the stairs. He followed it down, listening carefully, until he spotted it – a glass bead reflecting the light of his lamp. He picked up the bead between two fingers. It was smooth to the touch, and gave a little to gentle pressure, like it was hollow. He continued to fiddle with the bead as he climbed to the top of the stairwell.
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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… looked around to make sure he was still secure and then redirected his attention to the priest. He moved the dagger point closer. “The mages, that your order exterminated long ago. Tell me everything you know about them, and the war between them and your order. I will let you know when to stop.”
“You don't know? 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 struck down their evil in the Battle of the Magicsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Battle of the Magics (577)
Belazan: The conflict dates back to the beginning of time, and has little to do with magic. I imagine the first men to craft arrow heads out of stone were feared and hated by their enemies, and the weapons themselves viewed with suspicion. Nothing changed when mages began to hire themselves out to princes and kings. The kingdom with more power was hated, but that hatred couldn't target an entire kingdom. To do so would be to admit inferiority. Instead, the weapons…, just as he will strike you down.” The priest took a deep breath. “You're going to do what you want with me, no matter what I say. I know that, and so you are undone. The first step to destroying a sorcerer is to master your fear.” He held his lips in a tight line, showing his determination to speak no more.
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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… sighed and tried to stab the priest in the left eye. The priest rolled awkwardly away, knocking both himself and the unconscious priest to the floor. 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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh…'s second attempt succeeded, now that the priest was prone. The priest screamed over and over again, squirming in pain, dragging the other priest with him as he moved a foot in one direction, a foot in the other, unable to get anywhere with his hands and feet tied to an unconscious man. He invoked 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 name more than once, but whatever else he said was unintelligible.
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 … looked back at the sound of the screaming priest, intense concern on his face. What was going on back there? “Don't worry about that,” Kreemon called out. ”'Thand' has everything under control. Come put your muscles to good use helping me with these tables. They almost broke through once already.“ Kreemon emphasized the name “Thand” like it wasn't really his name. Was it? A fleeting thought passed through 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 head and then was gone.
When the priest was reduced to panting sobs, 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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… said, “Tell me about the battle of magics and everything you know about the mages, and you will live and retain your ability to speak and hear.”
“All the mages were killed in the Battle of the Magicsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Battle of the Magics (577)
Belazan: The conflict dates back to the beginning of time, and has little to do with magic. I imagine the first men to craft arrow heads out of stone were feared and hated by their enemies, and the weapons themselves viewed with suspicion. Nothing changed when mages began to hire themselves out to princes and kings. The kingdom with more power was hated, but that hatred couldn't target an entire kingdom. To do so would be to admit inferiority. Instead, the weapons…! What else do you expect me to say?”
Kreemon called out, “Muscles, get up here!” as he pushed the blockade back to make sure the door was secure. 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 … hoisted his bulk out of the hole and stopped by the prisoners on the way to the door. When he saw what had been done to them, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared, unable to comprehend how his friend could have done such a thing. When he realized he was staring, he shook his head and muttered a prayer to 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. Thand obviously had a good reason, even if his methods might be distasteful. A few moments later, he was helping Kreemon repair the barrier.
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. Ziedon's garb is of a well-to-do townsman. He normally wears a thin, off-white shirt with eleven pairs of wooden knobs and strings in the front with a brown and green band of cloth was laid across his sh… looked up briefly and made a mental note to reinforce the priest's conditioning as soon as possible, He brought the dagger point close to the priest's other eye. “When was the Battle? Where was it? What specifically happened? What led to it? Why did it happen? Where was the Mages' center of power before the battle? Pretend like I know nothing of the event and tell me everything you know and have heard of it – the folk-lore, the stories. My patience is dwindling, maybe you do wish to live a lifetime in darkness..”
The interrogation went on and on. Kreemon worked hard to reinforce the blockade on the door. 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, but was distracted by the priest's screams and his own conflicting emotions. Thand was his friend. He'd saved him from near death… What was it that had almost killed him again? Kreemon 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 … knocked a bookshelf down and carried it to the door. When they dropped it, the bead, cupped in 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 hand, shattered under the pressure.
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 … shut his eyes tight, seemingly against some pain. He muttered a prayer to 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, but somehow, held himself together. “I forgot something in the lower level,” he said, his voice shaking. “I will return in a moment.” He walked briskly toward the stairwell, then broke into a run.
Kreemon pushed the bookcase into place and then, seeing that 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 taken off, said, “Muscles, where do you think you're going?” With a glance back to make sure the blockade was secure for the moment, Kreemon hurried after him down the hole. “Hey. We are a little busy here.”
Kreemon descended the tall stairwell as quickly as he could without stumbling. At the bottom, he found the rotted wooden door and innumerable insects, but 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 … was out of sight.
Kreemon gave an involuntary shudder at the enclosed space and hurried forward through the door and down the winding passage. “Muscles! Quit playing around!” 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 clearly been through here. The insects showed signs that they'd been disturbed recently, and some had been squashed. Near the end of the passage, Kreemon kicked the tripwire that 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 avoided. The panel in the ceiling opened, and a cloud of dust and bits of silk rope fell all around him, stinging his nose and eyes. Insects he couldn't see poured out and landed on his clothing and skin. Several painful stings later, he realized he'd disturbed a family of centipedes. Sometime in the distant past, the tripwire had been set to release a net. Kreemon wasn't sure whether this was better or worse.
He brushed the centipedes off, trying not to kill any, as he hurried forward. “Damn it Muscles, this isn't funny!” Kreemon entered the empty chamber where 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 turned back the last time. He nearly tripped over the remains of the door. Two doors to the right led to what were probably small rooms. The third door led to another passage. It wasn't obvious which door 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 taken, since they were all so rotted that he might have stepped through without touching them, and Kreemon's eyes were still watering from the old trap. A sour smell made its way through the stale dust clumped up in Kreemon's nostrils.
Kreemon stopped, looked and listened. 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 … was running, he should be making some noise and he probably wouldn't have bothered stepping carefully through the doors so as not to disturb them. Sure enough, two of the doors looked recently disturbed - one of the side rooms, and the passage ahead. It sounded like some snakes were living in one of the rooms on the right. A mouse scampered across the floor, and there was the ever-present chittering of insects, but all seemed a bit muted. Some of the dust, mixed with the damp air, must have gotten into his ears.
Kreemon ignored the side rooms and pushed directly ahead down the passage, clearing out his ears as he rushed forward. The passage wound about, giving no clue as to what was up ahead. Kreemon stepped on something, which made a creaking sound like metal scratching metal. In his haste, he stepped on two more floor plates before he realized what was happening. From each wall, a heavy chain sprang forth, the links so rusted that many immediately separated and spread out in all directions. At the end of each chain was something resembling a bear trap. One of them hit him in the shoulder with a painful thud, but didn't close. The other snapped closed on his left leg, only to have the springs at the back end break apart. Then he was showered by broken chunks of metal. When all the various parts had landed, Kreemon was bruised and bleeding in places, but not immobilized as the traps' designers had no doubt intended. He was glad he hadn't been rushing through here when he traps were new. Up ahead, Kreemon saw two more sprung traps, 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 … seemed to have evaded.
The passage ended in the remains of a door. Kreemon stepped through into a second library, almost as large as the one upstairs. At least, he thought it was a library. Only a few bookshelves remained standing, and those were so damaged by humidity and infestation that they would probably fall apart if an actual book was placed upon them. Mounds of earth, splinters of wood and what must once have been books lay in piles where each bookshelf had finally collapsed. In the center of the room was an iron table, still standing but weak from rust. It was covered in shards of glass and one solid pane, barely held vertical by metal brackets. It looked like it had once been a glass cage, but the brackets had long since rusted through. A long, brown snake slithered across the floor, chasing something. Two more followed, each at least four feet long. Other than the snakes, the dank, foul-smelling room was a haven for insects. Carpenter ants made nests in the wood and roaches scurried about, looking for food, while hidden predators hunted prey. Thick, multi-layered spider webs were spun in every corner, attached to anything strong enough to support them, and Kreemon had already seen the centipedes. The varieties were innumerable. There were some insects that Kreemon didn't think he'd ever seen before. He spotted a huge beetle half as large as his hand, with pincers that looked like they could cut his finger off.
All this, Kreemon took in at a glance. His main goal was to find out where 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 gone. Unfortunately, there were no fewer than eight exists to the library, including the one he'd entered from. Each door was so thoroughly rotted that it could be stepped through with ease. Combined with the insects that swarmed all over the floor, that would make it very difficult to figure out which way 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 gone.
Kreemon took his time. There had to be some sign of the preceptor's passage, even if the floor was so active with life that footprints wouldn't last long. There – a pile of dirt that looked recently disturbed, a crushed beetle, a few splinters out of place, and Kreemon was at a door. He stepped over a spear of wood and onto the tail of a snake. The snake bit his ankle and slithered away. Kreemon hoped it wasn't poisonous.
The smell got worse as Kreemon rushed down the long, winding passage. At least there were no more traps. Crusty fungus, like inch-thick lichen, grew on walls dripping with condensation, and yellow, stringy plants grew out of the fungus and hung down against the walls. At the end of a lengthy jog, Kreemon found the source of the smell: a huge underground cave containing nothing but a filthy pond. The water smelled horrible, like mold and sweat. Accumulated muck and what looked like hair clumped at the edges. Strange, white-eyed frogs burrowed in the muck and sat on floating clumps of filth, searching for insects. Snakes darted out of hiding to eat the frogs. At the other side of the cave, trickles of water slid down the smooth rock, feeding the pond.
There was no sign 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 ….
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