Outside, Fovery quickly caught up to Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …. The priest recognized the mage's stance. It was obvious that high mage hadn't always been his profession. “What troubles you?” he asked.

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 … sobbed as he leaned against what he thought was a tree, drawing in heavy breath. Nuts rolled from the bowl as his grip weakened. “Oh, Fovery. I have seen your normal, your everyday. Do you not see, 'tis terrifying to those who know your kind only as a fairy-tail, or a nightmare? I was a farmer, Fovery. I toiled in the honest earth. I had a family.”

Just as Fovery was about to speak, he was interrupted by a loud snort 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 … continued, “and what I have lived through that you have only heard of. Well, that may very well scare you, too. It has nearly unhinged me.”

The large man slid down the length of the tree to the ground, where he deposited the bowls and focused instead on a single piece of fruit.

The High Mage 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. crouched down in front 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 …, looking like a wary animal about to spring. The stance contrasted with his sympathetic tone. “I can relate. My experiences haven't all been positive, and I was born with no more magic in me than…” He paused for a second, trying to find an appropriate comparison, and came up short. “Than a hedgehog. Our lives change, and we have very little control over how they change.

“We're not all like that, you know. Like the man who terrorized 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 in your time. I wish I could wipe away that experience, but at best I could remove him from your memory, and I have a feeling you wouldn't want that. Tell me what happened, and maybe I can help as a person rather than as a mage.”

That Fovery and his kind could manipulate a man's memories so came as no great surprise, although 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 not considered the possibility. “And if 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… finds me again, will he do the same, and welcome me back into his service?” He thumbed the glass case containing the magic beads which freed his mind the last time he was ensorcelled. If anything gave him bravery here, it was the thought that he could undo whatever magic they weave against him.

“Yes, I thank you for the offer. And I do see there is more to you than just a High Mage. Allow me a moment and I will compose myself, then I will tell you what I have seen of your art.”

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 … stood and began to walk, and Fovery was soon at his side. They were only a few dozen yards away when Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume

Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness. stepped through the door, looked around disoriented for a moment, then hurried to catch up.

The priest quickly got the impression that Fovery wasn't just interested in his story, but was also serving as chaperone. He would have preferred the uptight wizardess from before, since he was fully aware of where she stood, while Fovery seemed capable of deceit. Nevertheless, he talked about his fell experience with mind control. He cursed his theft of the temple's donations, and spoke of 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 weak-minded manservant. He spoke of the animation of the dead, how he destroyed one of the abominations, becoming furious at the rapid appearance of replacements. He told about the magical attacks against the life force, which failed against 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 … when he tried to warn the city guard; the instantaneous travel into the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under the House, to which access is severely restricted. Expensive glass windows d…; and the demonic bird that was under Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon

Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. 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 control.

He knew Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume

Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness. was there, several paces behind them.​ ​There was much he never told his companions, Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume

Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness. included. It just never seemed a good time. Or perhaps he just never had the desire to relive the events. Why did now seem right? Could it have been magic? Mind control? They were certainly capable of it. So just to be sure it wasn't, 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 … kept a good deal of knowledge to himself. He made no mention of his magic items, or the strange little man who seemed to direct his steps towards the Zioth when all he wanted to do was be a Preceptor 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's faithful.

“That's quite a story. It's too bad there weren't other wizards around to keep that from happening. You know, you've given us a pretty significant piece of information. The idea that 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. could fall… well, that's going to hit some people hard, those who believe it at all. You probably figured out by now that we're trying to make sure this place sticks around for a long time, and that we're going to want you to help us, but it's not just… for some of us at least… It's not just saving 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., or even saving our own lives. We've always believed that magic is important to the world. A few evil people will always try turn it around and hurt innocents like you, but that's not all of us. Not even close. You come from a world where magic is so rare that one evil man can let his twisted desires run free, and now you're in a world where magic is mistrusted, but kept around because it's useful. Now try to imagine a third world, where magic is so commonplace and so universally accepted that no one even thinks about it. That portal you walked through could be replicated a thousand times, connecting the world together. We could find ways to end poverty, disease, war, hard labor. Maybe that's what magic should be, instead of one evil man.”

​Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … stopped suddenly and frowned. He mulled over what he wanted to say, and finally decided on this: “The grander the design, the higher the cost.” He did not stop to explain, beyond giving Fovery a moment to consider the words. “Your words are noble, yes, but what will you do to make it happen? What about those whose power you strip, who rely on wealth, war, slavery and status? You would have to remake the world to your liking. And if power does not corrupt you, or your brothers, then it will corrupt your heirs. My point is, your power is used by your whim. Your whim to bring us here, against the will of your fellows. Who governs the almighty?”

Fovery gazed out into the fog. It had thickened to the point where all the other villages couldn't be seen. There were just dim lights here and there, and the stones of the road, flattened and smoothed by years of foot traffic. He resumed the walk, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …, and behind them Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume

Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness., following. “You're right,” he said quietly. “There are no guarantees for the future, other than waiting it out and letting everything fall into place as it has for an unknowable number of cycles of the ZIoth. Is that the better path?” Somewhat to Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …'s surprise, the question seemed genuine.

“You know,” 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 … admitted to this man who was earning some amount of trust just by talking with him, “I am a Preceptor 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. So that question has a somewhat preordained answer, coming from me.” He waited to make sure he was understood. “Mankind has proven himself an abuser of power when left to his own devices. Even a humble and, so I like to think, basically good person as myself can take what little power he has and perform great sins with it. Like a child, he needs guidance. Any laws laid down by man are as flawed as he, and so you must look to a greater power to govern your actions.

“And look at you! A brilliant leader, who shows far more wisdom than I originally credited him with. I am not trying to tell you that you must worship 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 you have the opportunity to look at her goals and methods, compare them against your own, and question why your morality is different than a loving god. People will follow a brilliant leader for a lifetime, but great civilizations follow an undying, unchanging god.” It felt slightly dramatic, but then again, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … supposed that was the point.

Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume

Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness. stood a short distance away, trying to hear every word.

“In your time,” Fovery replied, “magic has been all but wiped out in favor of religion, so you fear that the opposite will happen if we change things. It doesn't have to be that way. Many of the magi are religious people. None I know of worship 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, but a lot of us live in Yunimplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigYunim / Dunweig

by Arnell, edited by the DM

Yunim

Yunim is (in the year 577) a cosmopolitan trade center in the region of Meheiral, run by the Orithoran religion, led centrally from the great Temple of Justice. It is on the edge of Yunim Lake, making fishing one of its principal industries. The, and there are Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka

This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.

Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because Polinakas pray for it to rise each night. Spring comes only when Polinakas p… and 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 too, like your friend Arnellplugin-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 …. We have no desire to wipe out the religions of the world. We just want to survive. We're confident in our power – overconfident, obviously, and your news of our pending destruction has shaken us. Maybe the end 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. is the reason history keeps repeating itself. Maybe magic can stop the Zioth. There are magi even now who believe that. Do we really have to die out? Can't there be another 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 … was wondering if followers of other religions had power such as he. He supposed they must, if there was anything to all these stories of great wars of magic. “A Polinakaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka

This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.

Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because Polinakas pray for it to rise each night. Spring comes only when Polinakas p… here and an Andrithanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism

Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).

Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of there gives you no foundation or direction. And in a war of magic against religion, they must choose a side, if the choice is even allowed them. I have nothing to say about whether you should die out or not. I would not condemn you all for the acts of one vile man – you yourself have proven you are not all wicked. There is still much I need to know. I wish to see your poor, your unwell, and whatever passes for a temple 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.”

​He looked expectantly at Fovery as he bit into a juicy, crisp apple.​

Fovery looked disappointed, but recovered quickly. “You did want to see whether we were despots in our own land. I'm afraid there are no formal temples here. When people want to gather to worship, they leave 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., or meet here and there. And there are no poor in this land either. Nearly all of us are magi, and the others are provided for. Yes, some of us prefer a certain level of luxury, but there's no one here who goes hungry or has no home. As for the sick, anyone with a serious injury gets help outside 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.. That's unfortunately not something we're equipped to deal with. The only ones left are the most minor injuries, and those no one could help.

“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. is open to you, 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 …. If you want to see the worst, I can take you there, but… most people would rather stay away.”

“Thank you,” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … said simply as he finished chewing, and swallowed. “Do not be concerned that I will judge you harshly by what I find there. Back home, it is where I spent my days! I know the poor 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 and 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.” He smiled briefly at the flush of memories. “Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume

Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness., would you please remain and inform the others that I have gone?” He turned to Fovery to ask where they would be, if his colleagues needed him.

“Yes,” Fovery said, “they're already waiting for us. Let them know we'll be a little longer.” The High Mage watched Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume

Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness. until he disappeared into the fog, then said, “this way,” and turned off the road with 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 …. The two of them cut across a small open area, then to another road. This they followed across multiple bridges and up and down a hill. Now there was nothing but the fog and darkness. Fovery cupped his hand over the top of his staff, and when he took his hand away, it was lit up like a torch, but without fire. “When I said people would rather stay away… Reinath is not… His sickness affects both body and mind, and he is a powerful mage. I'll protect you as best I can, but you should know we're walking into danger.”

Soon the road was just a narrow path, and the bridges were replaced by slippery rocks laid out across the narrow streams. Tall marsh grass rose up on either side, smelling strongly of salt water. While the town had been nearly silent, here the voices of frogs and the chirping and buzzing of insects filled the air.

After some time, they arrived at a tall fence with no gate. “Unfortunately, people like Reinath have to be kept in places like this, for everyone's safety. And honestly, some people want them here because they can't stomach the idea that someday this could be them. Hold on to this.” Fovery handed Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … a brass key, too long and heavy to be practical for opening any door, and the two of them were suddenly on the other side of the fence. “He'll be awake. He hasn't slept in years.” They walked to a small stone-walled house, surprisingly ordinary after the magic fence, and Fovery opened the door. “Reinath?” he called. “You have a visitor.”

Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … thought he felt a light tremor in the earth. Fovery opened the door and cautiously led 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 … inside. The house's single room was in extreme disarray. A rectangular stone table lay on its side on the floor, platters of still-fresh food scattered everywhere. A round decanter of water rocked slowly back and forth, tipped over but somehow not spilling its contents, between two long, crusty loaves of bread. The table's single chair had been shattered, and long, dagger-sharp splinters were on the floor, stuck into cracks in the wall, and embedded in the small pile of clothing in the corner. What had probably once been a bed was now a charred pile of straw and wood, but there was no evidence anywhere else of the fire that had destroyed it. The least spectacular thing in the room was a tall, lanky man sitting on the floor, fully clothed in the kind of filigreed hooded robe a storybook wizard might wear. He seemed perfectly calm as he stared into 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 eyes as if probing for something.

​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 … examined the man in return. He unconsciously moved to a wall, reacting to the inert fear that these two potential ​foes could flank him, not that it would do any good against those wielding magical powers. He muttered several words in Sarnamplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigLanguage

Rouch

Rouch is the vernacular, or common tongue, spoken throughout Rang. Because of Rang's influence, it's also a trade language in the surrounding kingdoms.

Sarnam

Sarnam is the “old tongue,” spoken by the priests of Andritha. Most of the nobly-born are familiar with the language., part of a recitation to fortify himself, while he hoped Reinath was as benign as the Mad.

“Greetings, Reinath. I am 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 …, Healer 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. I desired to meet you.” He waited for a reaction from the thin man before proceeding.

Fovery suddenly linked his thumbs together and held his hands out in front of him, just as Reinath pointed all five fingers of one hand 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 …, causing his sleeve to slip back and reveal a severely pock-marked arm with protruding tendons. Both men recited short verses in some foreign language, each trying to drown the other out. Bursts of red light shot out of Reinath's fingertips, and before Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … could react, a shimmering blue glow formed between him and the lights, and then it was over.

“Reinath,” Fovery said warningly.

“Another healer,” Reinath said as if nothing had happened. “I should have known. He's strong. I can't read him.” Fovery winced at something he'd obviously missed. “So he wanted to meet me. Was he looking to die? Well, healer. Do you like what you see?”

​Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … seemed incapable of answering as he stood wide-eyed and mouth agape, cringing near the wall​. His hands shook violently in fear until one of them dropped to the pommel of Zilgard's sword and steadied. It squeezed the hilt. With one, long breath, 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 … seized his composure and glared back at Reinath with distain. “You are exactly what I expected to see. And I like not a bit of it.” He stepped forward in defiance. He was angry, of course, but he also understood that Reinath wasn't interested in killing him so much as testing him, or antagonizing him. Or perhaps Fovery. “What did you do with the other healers? Did you chase them off? Did you hurt them?” 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 dagger sprung forth in his hand and drove through a loaf of bread and into the table. “I came here to break bread with you. But this is your home. If you want your solitude, then you shall have it.”

Reinath stared 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 …, then smiled, and then laughed until he was literally rolling on the floor. He didn't seem so much insane as a parody of insane. Fovery stepped closer to Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …, ready for anything. When platters and food started exploding one by one, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … found himself pushed away by Fovery's hand, and another wall of shimmering light protected both of them from the shrapnel. Reinath wasn't so lucky, but the splinters and small bleeding wounds seemed not to bother him at all. He was sobered by the event, however, and as his laughter died down, he pulled himself into a ball on the floor. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … thought he heard the man whisper, “not again.”

Out loud, Reinath said, “He has spunk, for sure.” He uncurled himself enough adjust his body to a sitting position, though he still had his arms around his knees. A ripe but mostly crushed orange fell off of one of the ceiling joists, splashing its sticky juices on the floor. “No healer has been able to do anything for me. Do you think you're any different?” With the robe pulled up slightly, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … saw that the man's legs were in no better condition than his arms.

After his breathing slowed to normal and his shaking subsided, 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 … patted Fovery's arm and flashed a quick smile in gratitude for whatever he was doing. He stepped back towards Reinath in determination. “I have no idea”, he answered shakily. “I brought a man back from the brink of death, and though your cuts and bruises are quick work for me, I have no idea if I can help your, uh, other maladies. Your natural instinct is to strike out. I admit, that was an old habit of mine as well. So I forgive you. And you must know the natural instinct of a healer.”

“Other maladies.” Reinath seemed on the verge of another fit of laughter.

Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … thought over his next words, afraid the insanity was spreading. “Give me two days. I will stay here and give it my best effort. And you can tell me about yourself and this world.” He kept his eyes locked on Reinath's, imagining what expressions must be erupting on Fovery's face.

“Fine,” Reinath said with a mischievous grin at Fovery. “I don't get a lot of company. You'll probably die, of course, but that's your business.”

​The priest grinned, and waited for his guide and protector to talk him out of it.​

“Are you sure?” Fovery asked. “I can't stay here with you for two days, and I may not be able to get to you quickly enough if something goes wrong. Teleportation doesn't work in 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..”

​”You will do what you can. Perhaps you could stay a while and tell me of his affliction, so I know what to expect. 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 protects me, but ignorance is lethal in any case.” 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 … clutched repeatedly for his holy symbol, now a distant memory. He could really use some comforting. Then he remembered his pouch of coins, and withdrew one to gaze upon. The shining copper was polished to the point of defacing the currency, and a drop of dried treacle in the middle blotted out whatever remained of the royal figure impressed upon it. He would give these out to the poor in Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg

[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]

Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index. It would remind them who cared enough to take care of them. The symbol of the Mother. More or less.

“You're an interesting person, Preceptor. I'm glad this impossible twist of fate allowed us to meet.”

“Aw, quit the sappy stuff. Why don't you tell him about my 'affliction?'”

“Just give me a second.” Fovery 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 … for a moment, then walked out the door.

“You must be important,” Reinath said. “He doesn't usually feel like he has to explain himself to Belazan.”

“I would rather not be,” came a hasty reply. “The more important I become, the more trouble I seem to be 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 … tilted his head and gazed an the unnatural angle of the bowl of water. “You must well know the curse of being important. An unimportant man would not warrant such… attention.”

“Cursed. Huh.”

Before Reinath could respond further, Fovery came back in. He was grinning like someone remembering a joke. “Let's clean up a bit, shall we?” Fovery spoke a few nonsense words and gestured at the table. Looking like it was made of down instead of stone, it floated gently off the floor and righted itself. “There are some forms of disease which affect the magi differently. A fever, for example, can cause unintentional bursts of magic. Simple things, usually. Objects change color, or float into the air…” He made a tube with the fingers of his left hand, and blew through it. The splinters that had once been a chair rose and spun around in the air, slowly joining and reassembling themselves as if they were living creatures. ”…or quiet noises seem to come in through cracks in the wall. Nothing dangerous, usually. Reinath was afflicted years ago –“

“Seven years, three months and six days,” Reinath interjected.

”– with a sickness we don't fully understand.“

“I was taming a dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself..”

​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 … guffawed nervously. Why not dragonsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself.? He composed himself to listen to the story.

“He was running from a dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself., and it caught him in its spell. Dragonsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

Last updated for turn 216

There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. are not magi, but they are able to influence the natural world in unique ways. We call these Dragonspells.”

“I couldn't move for a week.”

“More like a few hours.” The room had taken over at this point. The bed mended itself, platters set themselves on the table, and food, dirt and debris just dissipated into the air and vanished. “The dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

Last updated for turn 216

There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. left him there until Belazan found him and brought him back to 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.. But soon he developed pocks on his skin, which didn't go away. He had fever dreams where he overcame horrible monsters using magic. But while the monsters were just figments, the magic was real. We had to bring him here to keep everyone else safe.”

“Or just to forget about me.”

“We've had healers look at him. They were able to quell the fever, but that was all.”

“I'm still crazy, dangerous, and can kill you with a moment's thought before I even know I'm thinking it. It's worse if I actually want to.” He gave Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … a cocked grin, accompanied by a little giggle.

Fovery took a golden fork out of his pocket and placed it firmly on the table. The empty platters filled with warm, fresh food, and when it was done, he took the fork back. “I won't argue with that. Are you sure you want to do this, Preceptor?”

​”Well,“ Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … thought aloud, “these other healers, I suppose they must have lived. And if they lived, then I like my odds.​” He straightened up and delivered his answer, “I must do it. I have devoted my life to the healing of the sick. I must try.” This was true, though he had several more, unspoken reasons for his insane behavior. He was testing his new-found power, drawing information from a disenfranchised wizard, and learning how his most feared enemy, magic, worked, all while stabbing into the heart of their society. Succeed or fail, there would be talk. “Do you have ink? I need a few items. I will make a list.”

“You'll have everything you need. Tell me the list. The trick of memory is one of the first things magi learn 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 … ran off a list of the most obscure ingredients – clear water, wax, soil, fresh herbs, white flowers, distilled spirits, a specific species of worm, the blood of a predator, lilac, honey, a brazier and a great volume of powdered silver. Most of them, Fovery just committed to memory silently or with a slight nod, but a few got a sideways look from even the High Mage 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.. He didn't know everything, it seemed.

“I'll bring them all over or have them sent. In the mean time…” Fovery reached into the collar of his shirt and took out a large amulet, intricately carved out of dark wood, with silver inlay. It was an image of a human skull. He unclasped the necklace and handed it to Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …. Reinath looked shocked, but that was soon replaced by a smug grin. “Wear this. It's the best I can do to protect you without being here in person. And with your permission, I'll cast a few spells on you as well.”

The priest's eyes grew wide for a moment while he forced composure. A wavering smile appeared. “I thank you, sir, though I hardly know for what I thank you.” He immediately put on the amulet and flipped it around to his back, the skull face directed at the mad mage behind him.

“Take this too.” He took a strip of cloth out of a pocket. “If you need me, speak to it, and it will find me and tell me what you said. It will be the only way to leave this place before I would normally return, since unfortunately, I'll have to bring the key with me.”

Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … tucked the cloth into his armor, ​unsurprised at the protections bestowed by Fovery; they lent credibility to the idea that he was no power-hungry, amoral oppressor​, which was something 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 … wanted to believe​. And that ​Fovery did not leave the golden fork told the perceptive man that he was expecting to return by the next meal.​ Whether he did or not would reflect on ​Belazan.

“You'll have what you asked for as soon as I can get it. I wish you luck.”

When Fovery had shut the door, Reinath burst out laughing. “Important indeed!”

​”Important indeed,“ 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 … parroted quietly, then arched backwards and turned awkwardly to face Reinath, keeping the amulet between them dangling from his neck. ”'Tis not me what is important; 'tis what I know,“ he shouted over the dying laughter. “He wants to know what I know. So try not to kill me.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … retrieved his knife from the table and approached his patient. “You have shown me your power; wild, destructive and uncontrolled. Let me show you the opposite. Place your hand upon this,” he knelt and presented the pommel of the holy dagger.

“I'll humor you.” Reinath touched the dagger, 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 … recited 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. When it was done, Reinath took a deep breath and turned his hand over to examine the palm. A symbol was now impressed upon it, as if he'd pushed much harder on the dagger than he had – 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. Calmer than he had been before, he smiled and said, “I haven't seen that one before. I'm guessing this will wear off in… about a third of an hour?”

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 … also had not seen that before. What he had used in the past to let others feel his faith had somehow had a greater affect now. “The mark? Not long. The feeling can last much longer. I feel like this all the time. And as you have shared with me your malady, I have shared my peace.” He sheathed his dagger and joined Reinath on the floor. “May I inspect your wounds?” he asked before touching the explosive wizard. “And you can tell me all about how you got them. Are these also a curse from the dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself.?”

“Some of them. Others are my own curse. You're seriously not afraid I'll just blow you up right here, aren't you? Or wrap you in a glowing light that would turn your body into dust. I can do that, you know. Sure, Fovery's magic might protect you, but then again, it might not.”

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 … stared back at him with wide eyes before he pushed himself to continue the examination. He would be fine, he told himself. Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism

Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).

Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of's power flowed through him like never before. “Alright, Reinath, let's take a look at you. Can you stand, and take off that thing?” In the role of healer, seeing the great mad wizard in the frailty of skin and bone, 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 … calmed significantly. He was scrawny, bones shaping his skin as much as muscle, and the pocks and burns only got worse farther from his previously exposed hands and face. ​”Now, I want you to concentrate on destroying that door while I look at you. So you, ah… if you leak, it will go out that way.“ He started to examine his patient for diseases.

Reinath watched 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 … speculatively for a couple seconds, his back stiff and arms tensed as if ready to strike, then relaxed and smiled. “You ask the madman for his story, you'll get a mad story. I was going after the dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. we call Fderfollareie – its true name takes more than a minute to pronounce. It was a wild creature, twenty feet long from horns to tail, with a wingspan half again as long as its body, wings thin enough to be almost transparent, and lightly feathered at the edges. Its body displayed all the colors of the rainbow, but as a darkened, shimmering sheen, and the air around it was like fading smoke, giving it the appearance of something that wasn't quite there.” Rainath was looking past 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 …, into the imagined distance, as if the creature was in the room with them. 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 … couldn't help but glance over his shoulder. “I wanted to tame it, and ride it. It's been done before, people say – I still don't really know if it's possible – but I tried anyway. With a dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself., you have to start with a contest of wills. You don't even need magic, but it helps. You just stare into its lidless, fiery eyes and assert control.

“That's about as far as I got. It didn't even try to dominate me in return; I wasn't worth the bother. I knew it was mad, so I ran, and then I stopped running, and just stood there. If it had won the contest, it could have made me want to stand and do nothing, but I think the dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. wanted me to really know how badly I'd lost, so I had full control of my thoughts, and still couldn't do a thing. Then Belezan found me, and the pocks and dreams came, and that's been the past few years for me.”

​The healer was happy that Reinath was talking. An outlet would keep him occupied, and less inclined to cause anything to erupt in flame.​ The marks on his body indeed seemed quite mundane, obviously just a sign of the curse within him.

“Fever dreams? Or something more? Do they tell you something?” 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 … put his hands on Reinath, and nearly leapt away when the wizard twitched. He steeled himself and recited a prayer to the Mother, and power flowed through his hands, the same power that had saved Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume

Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness. from death not long ago. Some of the burns subsided, blisters shrinking and leaving bright red welts in their place, but the pocks remained.

“Been tried before, all been tried before,” Reinath sang, and forced a chuckle. He sobered and answered 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 … seriously. “The dreams tell me I'm at least half mad. I see myself frozen in place from every angle, to the point where I remember seeing myself from outside more than I remember it actually happening. I see the dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself., but more often I am the dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself.. I see other dragonsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. too, mostly corpses, rotting alone since most scavengers won't eat dragonsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself.. It just goes over and over any time I doze off. Fun, right? And then there are the monsters. Battles with creatures real, legendary and completely made up, and I barely escape with my life, losing something of myself each time.”

To keep him talking, 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 … asked more and more questions, basic or silly, like one would expect from a child; and he was often aware how he sounded. But he needed to know more about magic, about dragonsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself.. If Reinath was merely ensorcelled, then Fovery if not Belezan, would have countered it by now, surely. Did dragonsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. use magic similar to the fey? 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 … might be able to do something about that, he thought optimistically.

Magic, he learned as the light of dawn began to peek through the window, was well-defined in Reinath's mind. 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. had lifted the veil of mystery and turned magic into a science. There was flexibility, creativity, but it came down to certain basic principals – principals 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 … was sure Reinath was not supposed to be explaining to him. Much of it went over his head, but he gathered that magic was a kind of energy which pervaded the universe, denser in some places than others. The magi were able to gather that energy from a large area, and could do so until they had reached the limit of their range or their own stamina. So there were limits. If one could get a mage to use enough magic, that mage would have to rest before using magic again. And every mage, even the most powerful, had individual limits to his or her power.

Dragonsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. were different. Their power had no limits in the sense of the magi, but what they did wasn't actually magic as magi understood it. They were a part of the world, and thus able to manipulate the world around them, in ways unique to each dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself.. This description was a lot like what Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had heard of the fey – tightly linked to the natural world, in a mutual dependence.

Over the hours of discussion, Reinath showed growing affection toward Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …. He liked talking to someone who wasn't just there to analyze his behavior and determine that it still wasn't safe to let him out of his prison. While 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 still wary of the occasional uncontrolled bursts of magic, he at least thought Reinath wouldn't deliberately try to kill him. He just had to hope that Fovery's necklace took care of the rest.

The sun shone through the window. They'd talked for the remainder of the night, 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 … only felt a little tired, like he'd stayed up until the middle of the night but no later. He remembered that it had been noon when they'd stepped through the portal, and night when they'd emerged. Was there a connection? In any case, he was getting tired. So after the conversation died down, he excused himself and tried to sleep, with the heavy table between him and Reinath. With the sun shining and a source of uncontrolled magic just a few feet away, 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 … got few fitful hours of sleep, and woke up more tired than when he'd lain down. Rainath was at the table, picking at some food - crusty bread rolls and a hot stew of root vegetables and fragrant herbs.

“All right?” 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 … inquired of his roommate while he slowly roused and glanced about the room to see what had changed. No delivery from Fovery yet, which was a shame, as he could really do with a nice cup of tea. His special tea.

“When the worms come, I shall bleed you.” He stretched and yawned and suddenly looked an Reinath in shock, “Do you suppose that will cause your magic to lash out?”

“Probably,” Reinath said in a disinterested monotone.

Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … continued with his plan, “That will give us fresh blood to use for the counter-curse. 'Tis the most powerful fey magic I know – at least, the most powerful I have used before, and know for certain will have an effect. While we gather the blood, I will bless some water. That will help to drive any evil from you. Oh, that reminds me.” The large man slowly erected himself and lumbered towards the other, extending a hand and sprinkling the blood-soaked petals he had used before Fovery.

Reinath watched the petals spread out and flutter all over the table. He picked up the one petal which had landed on his hand smelled it. “Blood letting, bloody flowers? Fovery thinks you can break a dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself.'s curse?” Reinath doubled over with laughter, scattering food everywhere. He knocked over his chair and fell to the floor. Pretty, sparkling lights filled the room mesmerizing 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 … until he realized they were searing everything they landed on, like sparks from a bonfire. Before the light show 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 … had to put out five small fires on the bed, the food and his own clothing.

He wasn't sure he'd ever seen someone laugh that long. It lasted minutes, and ended in a choking cough that turned Reinath's face red and made his veins bulge between the pocks and scars. When it finally 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 … noticed that someone else was in the room. A young man in simple clothing held the magic key in one hand, and the strings that tied a large cloth package in the other. He was just getting over his shock enough to speak. “From the High Mage,” he said, and lowered the package the remaining couple of inches to the floor. Reinath gave him one glance, and he hastily stepped out of the room and shut the door behind him.

“I try in earnest,” the healer reassured. “By my measure, you deserve none of the fearful looks and solitude you reap. Although you could be more rueful of your affliction.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … opened the package and sifted through the contents. He smiled, and removed an impressive glazed, clay jug. “I suppose you must shun drink. For wizards, it addles the mind, but for clergy, it bolsters resolve. Stamina. Digestion. Generally good all-around.” He stopped talking long enough to sample the supply. “Before I offer, you must tell me, are you able to repress your eruptions with force of will? In which case, drink would weaken you. On the other hand, if the affliction harnesses your own power without the influence of your will, then drink might weaken it.”

“Every day's different, but I won't say no to the High Mage's personal supply.”

Reasoning that if they did nothing, they'd learn nothing, 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 … passed the jug to the wizard and continued to riffle through the box. “There ought to be more in here… that's enough, yes. Plenty. Ah!”, his face lit up, “my worms.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … sat at the table with the small, painted box that smelled of peat. He removed a small needle, speared it into the underside of his boiled leather shoulder piece, then searched around for something. “I forgot the thread. I usually have some. Hmm.”

He briefly considered using the magic kerchief, but he did not want magic to start changing how he lived; he was a resourceful man who made due with what he had. Once again, he swung the point of his dagger down into the table, wedging it tightly in the wood. Removing his own armor piece by piece, he pulled out each of the leather thongs that bound it together. These strips he would hold across the dagger from himself, then draw lengthwise across the blade to split it into thinner and thinner pieces.

When he had enough, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … went to work on the worms. He hunched over them with one eye squeezed shut, and laced the tiny creatures as best he could. Several applications of the High Mage's personal supply of medicinal spirits were needed for steadiness. One worm was ruined when the table and every other surface in the room suddenly shone with a blindingly bright light for a few seconds.

“I'll need you sitting up,” the healer directed Reinath to the chair he'd been sitting in, looking more like a fisherman with his bait. “Relaxed? Just close your eyes if it bothers you.”

“You can't be serious,” Reinath said 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 … brought a worm to one of the pox. He shouted in alarm when the worm began to burrow into his skin. A flame consumed the worm and the leather string, as well as burning both Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … and Reinath himself. “Are you crazy?”

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 …, driven back on his haunches, hyperventilated as he shouted back, “well, one of us is!” He stood and paced awkwardly, casting glances at Reinath. “Calm down. Calm down”, he spoke to someone in the room. He waved a hand over Reinath's reddened skin and watched the burns fade away. “We can try this again. Later.” He handed the wizard a jug to steel himself.

The large man returned to the package and rummaged through it, into the middle layer. Over several minutes, he assembled a pot of herbs steeped in water, over a base containing a dram of oil. “Ready for another try?” 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 … moved the box away and approached Reinath with another tethered worm.

“Yeah, what the hell,” he said, sitting down in the chair. “You can't make things any worse.” He giggled, threatening to burst again into laughter. “First time you've heard that about letting worms dig into your skin, eh?” Reinath removed the sleeve of his filigreed robe and let it drop, exposing his left arm and most of his chest and back.

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 … dangled the worm over Reinath's arm, letting it touch the skin gently. The tiny thing dug partway into one of the pox, and another fire erupted. This 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 … was ready. He poked the wick of the oil into the fire, which brought the tea to a boil. Steam rolled out and coiled 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 …'s hand, and the fire didn't seem to burn as much as it should have. Barely flinching, he applied worms to each of the pox, taking short breaks to gently wipe away the blood that trickled down Reinath's legs. He continued the treatment for hours, until he had a bundle of leather cords tying Reinath up like a marionette, each preventing a worm from burrowing in too deep. He tied the cords together so that the worms could be pulled out later.

“I've been all over the world,” Reinath said, “and seen everything, and I'm cursed with nightmares and disease, and that's still the most vile thing I've ever experienced.”

​”I hope when we are through, that is not how you remember my ministrations.”

“When are you going to get those things out of me?” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … noticed that Reinath hadn't had a magical outburst for hours.

“When do you stop eating? ​When you are sated. And they must all eat, else the hungry ones turn on the fat ones…” 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 … cut his explanation short there, catching the expression on his patient's face. “Look, these ones have already lost interest. They have likely had enough now. I will start to remove them, then you can eat. You'll need to get your strength back.”

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 … poured a healthy dose of his special tea down his throat. The steam nearly choked him, but as hot as it was, it did not burn. It was a good batch! The High Mage's ingredients were the real thing, and fresh, too. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … knew he could walk over hot coals right now, and be protected. He set to work removing the worms, one at a time. Some were buried so deep into the flesh that they couldn't be seen except for the length of leather. He plucked them from Reinath's body and placed them back into the box, carefully mopping up any blood. After several were removed, he spoke a prayer in Sarnamplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigLanguage

Rouch

Rouch is the vernacular, or common tongue, spoken throughout Rang. Because of Rang's influence, it's also a trade language in the surrounding kingdoms.

Sarnam

Sarnam is the “old tongue,” spoken by the priests of Andritha. Most of the nobly-born are familiar with the language., and the lesions sealed and faded.

“You have done very well, Reinath. Here, have something to eat and drink.”

“Oh thank you, great one.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … wasn't sure he got the joke, but Reinath's mouth was too full to explain it. While he ate, the Preceptor washed the blood-soaked rag in a bowl of something strong which smelled of distilled berries. He calmly wrung it out and hung it to dry, then fiddled with tying knots as he waited for the wizard to finish.

​“Done?” He took the plate from Reinath and stood over him for a moment, breathing in deeply. “Krumeshne!” ​he bellowed, suddenly pouring the blood-alcohol mixture from the bowl overtop of the wizard's head. “Krumeshne!” he repeated until the flow died to but a dribble. ​ Reinath had actually been quiet through the procedure of removing the worms, watching the bloated things with interest, and he ate quietly too, thinking about something, so wasn't ready for the stinging mixture to come pouring down. “What the! What's wrong with you?” He winced in pain as the alcohol sunk into his wounds, and spat some of the bloody mixture out of his mouth. “The greatest healers in the world have been here, and Fovery thinks some witch doctor is going to –” Then he was silent again. There hadn't been any explosion of magic. He wiped some of the wet blood off his face, and flung it 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 …. “If you're trying to out-crazy me, you have another thing coming.”

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 … smiled​. “I know very little of you, sir. But I know that I could never do that.” He had a good feeling about the treatments. The others he had planned would not even be necessary. He brought tea and sat against the wall. “Tell me about your wizarding. How does one become… magical?”

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