After some minor preparations, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. left for Grabble's, and Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… soon after. It was near the west gate, Weret had said, and it turned out that was all the direction they needed. Grabble's was the first inn one would come across, walking into town from the west.
The common room of the inn was crowded with people, many of whom looked half-dazed with exhaustion. There was some light conversation, but it seemed most had come to hear the exceptional minstrel's performance. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. sat at his table with several strangers, listening and waiting. Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… sat not far away.
Sunset came and went. The minstrel, with his broad moustache, short beard, gaudy, flowing clothing and cheerful demeanor, continued to sing, now switching to a ballad about Leera, Ulan's heir, who would end Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index's troubles when she became townslady. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. had heard it before. More than one song had been written about the woman since she killed the evil sorcerer, all very flattering.
Finally, the minstrel bowed and stepped off-stage into a back room. The noise picked up. Conversation resumed. Most people talked about recent events, or complained about employers skimping on pay because there weren't enough hours in the day to do what they asked. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. noticed that people were leaving his table, though the other tables remained crowded. When the table was completely empty except for him, the minstrel stopped by. “Anyone sitting here?” he asked, then sat down, one chair separating him from Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers..
The minstrel gave Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. a wide smile. “So how do you like 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 so far?” he asked, just quiet enough that he wasn't likely to be overheard.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. waved the minstrel to make himself comfortable and signalled for a drink. “The mysterious and observant Mr. F I presume? You have me at a disadvantage sir, but I suspect that is not the first time you have heard that phrase.
“I am finding Maelborg an interesting place, especially the recent events. There is a good deal to observe here, though I fear I am not seeing her at her best, which is why the people seem a little dour, present company excluded of course.
“The holy practices here are fascinating, especially the songs, which hold some rare power that can make the priests float upon the air and glow like a golden attleplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigRang Currency
The Aglar
Rang's economy is based on barter and silver, the later dominating commercial activity in towns and cities. The silver Aglar (ă'glǒr) has been minted since the early days of Rang, primarily out of the capitol, Duerstadt. There are also regional mints in most of the duchies, bearing unique mint marks, and producing, collectively, about four fifths as much as is produced by. Your own song is no less impressive, but perhaps a line about over-mastering her fear – poor girl looked terrified – would humanize the tale a bit. I find myself wondering about that mirror she held, must be an ancient piece that. Only one of the things about your city that interests me. I hope to find a few more.”
“There are plenty more, for one of your inquisitive nature. My name is Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and, and you could say we share some interests, the lady Leera among them. What she did yesterday, it brought tears to my eyes. You see, I used to work for her father, Ulan, before he was chased out of town by that impostor, Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
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A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist.. I always knew the girl would amount to something, but even I never predicted mage-slayer. When I look ahead to her future position as townslady, I see a glimmer of hope for this town. Finally, someone people can rally behind.”
“Then I am glad some of your sorrow has turned to joy, sir Fogloron. I witnessed the event myself and it was indeed a historic occurrence. I am sure that if lady Leera takes your advice, she and Maelborg have a great future ahead of them. I did not know Mr. Ulan had fled, only rumors that he had passed away. I am glad to hear no more life was badly wasted.” Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. shifted to look this Fogloron character in the eye. “As much as I am graced by your company, I am unsure why you wanted to meet with the likes of me. I do hope that if you are in the company of the lady Leera, you might mention I have a handful of students who would be thrilled to meet such a hero as herself.”
“Maybe I'll introduce you some day, and you can ask her yourself. For now, what would you say to an offer of gainful, if brief, employment? You see, as beneficial as Leera's ascendance would be, the road is going to be bumpy. Sometimes the world needs people to help things along – the types of people, hypothetically, who can sneak into a heavily guarded town unnoticed and make themselves at home. And I don't discount the abilities of a strong bodyguard who may or may not be sitting nearby either.”
“Hypothetically, of course. I mean the rosters are not always perfect. On a busy day, a lone traveler behind a merchant train might get bumped to a new young guardsman too afraid to admit he can neither read nor write. Just as hypothetical. I am what I am, a scholar – a man who learns things – quite a variety of them. You may overestimate me, but I am interested in supplementing my income; it is only sensible. What might you offer? And even if terms should fail us, I can assure you I am a discrete man, as I imagine you are. Though you should know, I am a peaceable sort, and those are the tasks I prefer.” Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. vaguely waived his hand to the taproom. “And while I and my meager staff need to eat, keep in mind, I am an unusual man and prize unusual things such as knowledge over more solid wealth.”
Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and leaned forward, letting both arms rest on the table. For a brief moment, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. thought he saw a strange bulge slide along his baggy clothing. Could the man have an entire sword hidden in there? “I think we can strike a bargain that's to your liking. Let's say forty attles when your task is completed, and when I'm really sure it's completed, you can ask me any question, and I'll tell you what I know. If I can't answer, you can ask another. Like you, I learn things, and I think I've been at it for a few more years than you have. All I ask is that you deliver a sealed letter for me… directly to a specific desk drawer in an occupied and guarded house. Well within your abilities, if I have my guess right. As for your friend, a little trouble stirred up in a particular inn at a particular time would be very useful – no one needs to get hurt, of course. I wouldn't think of asking that.”
“I will have to consult my colleague of course, but I think I am amenable for my part. Perhaps I can speak with him and can leave message of our acceptance here? Unless you'd rather wait. We will of course, ultimately need the locations, and for the bar, the proper time. Oh, and the letter. I will of course have to examine the subject before I set forth, but if I deem the task impossible I will notify you and forego any recompense.”
“All perfectly reasonable. Take your time, but not too much. Now if you'll excuse me, it's time for my next set.” Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and stood, bowed with a flourish, and returned to the stage.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. looked around for Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o…, nodded at him and waved him over.
Once Jehrad joined him, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. ordered him an ale. The barmaid brought one, but Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… looked at it with distaste. “Thank you for the gift Master Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers..” Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… said, motioning gently towards the rather large tankard of ale upon their table. “It is much appreciated, but I do not take alcohol. There is no such thing where I am from, and from what I see over here in these lands, there is nothing to gain by drinking this poison. It is weakness.” With that said, he briskly pushed the tankard away further down the table.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers.'s own drink was scarcely touched. “Wise no doubt. I find it unhelpful to cloud my mind; I rely on it rather a lot. But in some places it is safer than the water.”
When the barmaid was away from the table, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. leaned close to speak softly. “Well, Mr. Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o…, is a job offer of sorts, with something for both of us if you are amenable. Looks like the chap is involved in local politics and is trying to get a patron a leg up as it were. This business does not matter so much to me, but it would be good to have a friend among 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 for my stay and he is offering to pay handsomely. The first matter is the delivery of a letter, a rather peculiar delivery I'll warrant you as it must not be seen being delivered and placed in a very specific place. I think this is more my department. The second task would be to create a brief disturbance, or at least a minor event, at a certain tavern at a certain time. While I am happy to help, I think this is where your assistance may be needed. He's offering 40 attles for both tasks, and maybe a bit of future friendship, and 20 attles will be for you if you are interested in taking him up on the request.”
“Agreed. I think making a friend with the Morenthiansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics could be good for us. I am interested in his offer. How big of a disturbance are we talking about here?”
“Our potential friend Fogloron only mentioned 'a little trouble.' Maybe just a little row or accusation of cheating the customer, rat in the stew perhaps. I can help and it should not be something we hang around for after.” Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. nodded to the minstrel and asked Jahred to remain. Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and reponded with only a hint of a nod, as he continued to sing and play the odd fourteen-stringed instrument he'd picked up for the set. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers.'s table filled up, and then emptied again half an hour or so later as the set came to an end. Soon, Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and was seated at Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers.'s table again.
“So you've accepted! Good! Glad to hear it!”
“Might I ask you the address of the friend you recommend me to, Mr. Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and?”
“Mister? Just Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and will do.” A tall mug was delivered to the table without any noticable signal from the minstrel. He looked at Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o…'s full mug and Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers.'s nearly so. “You really should take up drinking if you haven't already. The water's cleaner here than in some towns, but that's like saying a dagger's safer than a sword. Then again,” he added, looking Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… over. “You might be a man of strong enough constitution to handle it.” Despite his suggestion, Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and only took a sip from own his mug before setting it down. “The letter will have to be delivered before dark, and the disturbance needs to happen just when the inns fill up after the Evening Song. All the rest of the information you need will be delivered tomorrow.”
“Before dark, and not tonight by the sound of it. Daylight, eh? Well give me a bit of lead time, may need a mite of thought.”
“Think fast. You have until tomorrow evening. Well, gentlemen, it's been a pleasure.”
The next morning, a man in the uniform of the town guard came by, when both Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. and Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… were in the stable. He introduced himself as Menathal. “I have the details you asked for,” he said. That was good enough to get him in.
“The target is townsman Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed. The top drawer on the left side of the desk in his sitting room, to be precise. The townsman has been a bit paranoid since his legs were broken. He's likely to suspect almost anything. His home is well guarded, and he almost never leaves.” Menathal handed Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. a letter. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. didn't recognize the seal. “The letter must be delivered, undamaged – not even a wrinkle – before dark tonight. There should be no sign that you were ever there, no muddy footprints, no open windows, no paper moved from its location. For the other task, a little trouble is required in the Stone and Fire tonight. The inns usually fill up after the Evening Song, so that would be the ideal time, when the inn is as full as it's likely to get. The Stone and Fire is the most expensive and exclusive inn 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, mainly for foreign traders who have more money than they know what to do with, so plan accordingly. The type of trouble is up to you, but it should be enough that the entire staff of the inn is focused on you for at least a quarter hour. If you happen to get arrested for anything short of murder, arrangements will be made to have you released.” Menathal took a breath. Clearly, he wasn't used to making long speeches. “When the task is complete, whatever arragement you made with Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
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The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and will be fulfilled.”
“Fair enough. Thank you, Mr. Menethal and have a pleasant morning.” Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. turned to speak with Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o…. “It looks like I have a bit of work cut out for me. There is the matter of the Stone and Fire to deal with, but I will not be able to spare that much thought for the moment. Perhaps you can think about it over the course of the day? From what I've heard its not normally the sort of place where you or I might dine.” Chances are, the two of them wouldn't even be allowed as far as the front step.
While it was still morning, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. headed out in search of Guildmaster Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed's house to get a look at it. “I wonder if there might be dogs,” Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. thought to himself as he side-stepped a wheelbarrow. “Always a bit of a pain – animals won't mistrust their own sense like a man might – but flawed in their own way. A house with hounds tends to be overconfident, and tends to write off their warnings if they've already barked a few times. Still, I'm not sure it is likely. Not the easiest thing to keep in a town like this where one has neighbors to think of.”
The master of the money-lenders guild lived in a house surprisingly more moderate than those of some of the other townsmen, but large enough. The house was west of the graveyard, like many of the townsmen's homes, but a bit apart from the rest. It was a wealthy area of town, and thus not well-trafficked except by the locally-employed guards. Several homes had one or two guards standing at the front door at all hours. Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed's house had four, and two at the back. Both the front and back door were secured with multiple locks, and every window was barred – recently, from the looks of it, so there was a chance the workmanship was poor. The tiny cellar door set into the ground was locked as well. Even the narrow chimney-pipe, which no one could possibly have fit through, had some sort of metal mesh around it.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. frowned as he examined Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed's residence, his scowl visible to no one as he stood in the shadows. “Master Fogloron has set a stiff task indeed,” he thought, “multiple locks and doors all around.” How on earth was he to infiltrate this place tonight during daylight? Stealth seemed impossible, and with this much security talking his way in seemed unlikely to work. Might just have to observe and hope an opportunity comes along. No neighboring roofs even. Hugging the walls, he crept in to examine the lock on the cellar door and bars on the windows. Not that it might do much good; opening doors and sneaking around the house at night was one thing, trying it during the day was another.
At least there was a little good news. The lock on the cellar door was of lesser quality than the others, and the bars on one window didn't look like they'd been installed perfectly. So there were at least two ways in, difficult though they might be. There were also enough small bushes on the property that it wouldn't be completely impossible to stay hidden. If only Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. knew something of the activities of the people inside… Hm… He thought he remembered Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… mentioning he'd worked for a townsman. Would it be too great a stroke of luck if it had been Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed? He made his way back to the stable to talk with the man.
Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… knew quite a lot abouit the acivities in the home of his former employer. The door guards rotated on a schedule, though there was never less than one guard per door. There were ten guards total. At any given time, a couple would be sleeping, and at least one, usually two, would be in the same room as Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed. Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed daily received a regular stream of visitors from his guild. He spent most of each day in his sitting room, ending a little after sunset, when his head journeyman gave a brief report. After that, Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed usually vacated the room. His three regular servants, a cook, a doorman and a maid, moved around the house on a schedule. The maid generally cleaned the sitting room after Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed left, for about half an hour. The only unpredictable element was Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed's wife, who roamed the house throughout the day and into the night.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. rubbed the crick in his neck. Zounds but having to look up the whole time while talking this Jahred Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… while they spoke had taken its toll. The imposing man must need to duck to clear doorways, but even if the fellow was something of a reluctant conversationalist, he had proven to be observant during his time at Guildmaster Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed's residence. Yet the more he spoke, the more Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. grew concerned with this prospect for success over this little favor. The window for the task appeared to be incredibly small, and would involve sneaking around a potentially crowded house. Though at least since it was around the Evening Song, 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 would be somewhat preoccupied. Still, even should the worst happen, he could probably get out, he reckoned. It would just mean moving on from Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index before he had much time to investigate. But now there was no choice but to give it a try.
“Mr. Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o…, I will endeavor to accomplish my errand and make it back to the Stone & Fire in time to assist you, but it is quite likely that I will not be able to make it by the appointed hour. Thus, the proposed 'incident' will have to fall upon your shoulders.” Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. rubbed his brow with long, thin fingers and rotated his neck. “I do have a suggestion though. As the Stone & Fire does not seem to be the sort of place where a bit of fisticuffs might be expected, or appreciated by the clientele, I would suggest something a bit more entertaining. It should not require any degree of acting on your part; you just need to appear to be a bit of a blundering foreigner working here in the city – and the foreigner part is certainly true. Consider turning up at the door and making a scene via a loud announcement, first to the head server, then to the barkeep. Thicken your accent and make it a bit rough to understand; confusion buys time and attention. Proclaim that you were sent to warn about the bad meat, and how they should not serve it because of the taint. Talk about painful bowels, state quite loudly again and again that the meat is bad. Since you are a large man, you should not be easy to move. Step into the tavern for a bit and look at a man's dinner for a moment, then maybe poke at it with your finger. Identify it as the bad meat. Tell the man he should maybe spit it up. Then call for the entire inn to put their fingers down their throat, lest the runs take them. Work things into a bit of a lather, than let yourself be ushered out or simply slip off while the innkeep is yelling to be heard above the crowd. Of course, you may have a better idea, I simply wanted to offer you the fruits of one idea.”
Having made some preliminary plans with Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o…, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. collected some paper, quills, some small thin pieces of wood and a leather ball. Bringing the students in for the morning, he made an announcement to them. “Listen up lads, short trip into the city today. It is always helpful to get outside the classroom for the bit. Today we are going to be observing the workings of the city and commerce. Yes I know you boys were all raised here, but the goal is to identify some new thing or aspect about life in the city that you have never noticed before. I am bringing along some paper and quills, for I will have you drawing some sketches of things in the city.”
Rounding the fellows up, he guided them out to the street and on the way to the crossroads by Guildmaster Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed's house. The best way to hang about the area for a bit was to do so openly. As the little troop walked, he tossed a small leather ball up and down. He planned for the students to have a bit of sport on the street after their lesson for the day.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. and his crew of very out-of-place children were given warning looks by many of the guards, but as they all worked for one home-owner or another, and Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. wasn't coming too close to any particular house, they let the group pass. A priest, loitering about as so many had been seen doing in the past weeks, looked at the group questioningly, but decided against bothering them.
It took them much longer to get to the townsman's house than Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. had planned. It was nearly noon by the time he saw the four bored-looking guards at the front door.
The easiest way to act completely innocent, thought Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers., was to actually be completely innocent, at least for a while. He combed his thatch of light brown hair back as he walked. Might be best to cut it short while he was here. At least from the looks of some of his students, it seemed like it might be the easiest way to keep one's scalp free of lice. It wasn't too bad, yet, but a month or so more of siege conditions and the hygiene might become much less tolerable. He kept an absent minded eye on the boys, the youngest of which seemed quite nervous. It was a little depressing that this was a brand new experience to one or two of them. The poor souls had never set foot beyond their own small district. Even though these 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 were sealed in this town, they let their fears and prejudices keep then in even smaller prisons. And here he was, how many leagues from the town of his birth? Abroad in search of wonders, his curious nature even taking him into this odd religious enclave.
As his little band drew near the cross street, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. called the boys and his own mind to order. Time to start work, in more ways than one. He pulled the boys into a small knot and then launched into his topic of discussion on the day. Nothing overly complex, but a topic his students had not considered much before: how the town worked. They grew up in it surely, but it had no doubt never crossed their mind to sit and wonder about how it all functioned on an inter-related level. So this was to be the lesson today, a bit of economics and a bit of social science. As they strolled up and down the streets he pointed out major structures, civic buildings, carts laden with goods and even the ubiquitous guardsmen. “A society is a wonderfully complex thing boys, and you should wonder each day how men come together as a whole to build something much greater than themselves.”
He slowed as he walked down Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed's street. “But that is enough of a lecture for right now. Next comes a bit of an assignment.” He continued as he handed out quills and paper. “I want each of you to look around this street and document something about how the city works, some little thing you have not noticed before, but that helps Maelborg run on a day to day basis. Now I know you aren't all up on your letters – we'll get to that, lads – so pictures will do. In fact, pictures are preferred. It is good to exercise the artistic muscles as well as the mind. I'll start you off each with one sheet, but I expect you each to put together three drawings before today's lessons end and we have a bit of fun.”
As the boys set about with their paper and writing implements, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. absently tossed the small leather ball he had brought with him up and down, long dextrous fingers cushioning the ball with an easy grace. As he watched his students, he looked over their heads to gaze upon the yard of Guildmaster Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed, casting an occasional glance to the barred windows at the top of the manse. He was careful to let his gaze linger on the other nearby buildings as well, as well as the pupils.
“It's still a tall order,” he thought. Based on what Jahred Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… had told him, there wouldn't be any window of opportunity during the day unless somehow Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed were to invite him into the sitting room and turn his head aside for a few seconds. That didn't seem like a good bet. At least he had a general idea of where the sitting room was. Though it seemed like the cellar would be the access point with the best cover, that also meant sneaking through the entirety of the house and then back out again unobserved. During the Evening Song that might be possible, as nearly every devout Morenthianplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics would be taken up with their duties at that time. Alternatively, he could attempt to sneak in this afternoon and hide in the house throughout the day, carefully making his way through the dwelling and identifying the best concealment points, but it would be mentally taxing and physically tiring to remain cooped up for so long. The window, while lending itself to greater visibility, might prove a much quicker and direct route. Well, he would observe the guildmaster's house while his students worked in order to make a better appraisal of the layout.
“Hey you, Milton, no scrimping on the illustration lad - I can barely make that picture out.”
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. watched the house for hours. By the sun, the children drew incredibly slowly, but the time passed quickly enough. Journeymen and others, some less reputable looking, visited Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed's house one by one over the course of the day. Each time, two out of the four guards escorted them inside, and either came back themselves, or were replaced. The streets were far from busy otherwise. Most mercantile traffic went through other parts of town, though occasionally, a covered cart or wagon with the mark of a master of one of the guilds would pass through.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. talked town the third guard from one house or another who would have made him leave. With the daylight hours nearing an end, it wasn't such a bad time to go anyway. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. gathered up the class and escorted them back to their own, somewhat seedier section of the city. Once they passed into their home neighborhood, he dismissed them and let them run pell-mell back to their homes propelled by the hope of a suitable dinner. He let them keep their drawings, all the better to inspire after all.
As Weret took his leave, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. picked his way back to the stable. It was time for a quick word with Jahred Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o…. “Well, Mr. Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o…, I think it the time to earn ourselves is a bit of pay is upon us. I'll try to take care of the delivery and find you outside the Stone and Fire. If nothing else has occurred to you, why don't you try the tainted meat story? Remember, you don't have to aim for convincing, just a hard to understand one stammering on about tainted meat and infected bowels. Try to request buckets from the staff so you can give them to customers to throw up in. If anybody asks, tell them you carry things around the butcher district and a worried merchant gave you a few coins and told you to come warn the people here because he did not want any children or elderly to die. Wear one of the hooded cloaks and put some mud upon your face. Try to wander away before a big influx of guards, the distraction only needs to be a for a few minutes. If you can pull it off, that's twenty attles for you sir. I will be along when I can, but will probably be too late.”
After wishing the big imposing man luck, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. slipped out back and along the alley, taking care not to be seen and doing his best to duck into shadows here and there to take cover, enough, he hoped, to lose any observers. He made his way to the modest inn where he kept a room under the name Wrynn. The fat, bald barkeep scarcely noticed as he entered; the man was already drunk behind his own bar. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. made his way up to the second floor and unlocked the small room he kept, first checking the exterior of the lock. It was a good deal more complicated than the standard protection and a small fee had meant the innkeeper had allowed the adjustment.
Once inside, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. pulled out a box from beneath the cheap straw mattress and looked over his gear. He put on the belt with the concealed pouch for his tools, which he also stowed away. He donned a large dark cloak that covered up his thin frame and checked his boots. The small compartments in the heels were safely intact. After some thought, he slipped on the leather jerkin and put his whip on his left hip. The dagger, he considered. Unlike the whip, it could be a deadly weapon and it was better for a burglar to be caught without one of those. On the other hand, it was the most common of tools and even simple apprentices and tradesmen commonly carried one to eat with. He comprised by taking his small knife that seemed more like a tool than a weapon. The crossbow and buckler would stay here. The letter he tucked carefully away to keep it secure without folding it.
His preparations made, he blew out a sigh. Not the sort of job he would have chosen on his own. He wasn't desperate for income, but a contact among 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 should not be passed up.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. left the inn, not bothering to nod to the near slumbering barkeep. On the street, he could see the sun dipping into twilight. Wrapping the cloak around him, he made his way toward Guildmaster Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed's house for the third time. “My target is the window,” he thought as he ambled down the street. “It is the closest access point and I'll need to be quick.” As he drew near the house, he crossed over to a nearby avenue to the property line. He had decided to approach from the east side and use the trees and bushes for cover until he got to the sitting room window. Once there he would hunker down until the appointed hour and try to slip in before the room was cleaned.
He'd had to pick up his pace on the way. Was the house farther than he remembered? He'd been leading a group of children the last time; maybe that accounted for it. No, that didn't make sense. It should have felt closer. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. ducked down. Someone was walking towards the guild master's house.
“Dekle.” That was one of the guards talking.
“Journeyman Calin to you,” another voice replied.
“Sure thing,” the guard said with a touch of sarcasm. The door was opened, then closed. Soon, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. heard Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed and his journeyman talking, muffled through the closed shutters of the window. It was a good thing they weren't boarded up; many houses had kept the boarding after the blizzard, but Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed had labor to spare. The sky was darkening rapidly before Dekle Calin was escorted out of the room. The front door opened, and there was a shout and a crash.
“Oh, I'm so sorry,” one of the guards said, sounding almost sincere. “Let me help you up. The workman who was coming to fix that step today never showed up.”
Through Calin's curses, he probably couldn't hear the other guards chuckling into their sleeves.
“If I'd known you didn't see it on the way in, I would have offered you my hand.”
“I'll see you get fired for this,” Calin said. “Tell me your name.”
“Bell. Bell Ponick. I hope you weren't too inconvenienced by this.”
Calin ignored him and walked off. It was all the guards could do to suppress their laughter until he was out of earshot. “Pokick?” They all laughed. “Offered him your hand?” More laughter.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. worked as he listened to the fracas out front. He pulled tools from his belt and worked on the poorly secured window, readying it to be slid aside quickly when he was ready.
What to do now? Had Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed left the chamber? Time was slipping away and the window of opportunity was closing. Maybe it was just time to risk it. No, there was a better way. He cast upon the ground near the trees and shrubs. His eyes settled on what he was searching for – a stray branch. He snatched it up and scuttled around the edge of the building to the window on the north side of the sitting room, out of sight of the rear door.
He took the leafy end of the branch and stuck it under the shutter. After a moment, he shook the branch, and rubbed it across the window. The sound would not be noticeable outside the house, or anywhere save the sitting room where it might arouse slight curiosity.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. left the branch in place, as if blown by the wind or fallen from the roof to catch in the shutter by chance, and ducked back to his entry window. If there were someone in the room, their attention would fall upon the branch. He counted quickly to ten. No, fifteen – Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed was not fleet of foot now. As he waited, he listened for any sound from the far window.
“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 thought silently, “I am certainly not devout or probably much of a desirable worshipper, but I pray to you for a bit of luck anyway. Bless me 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 Mother, for only a mother could tolerate such as I.” Preparing himself to bolt upon the path laid out in his mind, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. slipped a twig under the latch between the two shutter panes, and flipped the latch up, unlocking the window. Then he edged one of hte panes open and dared a peek. The room was empty.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. removed the bars and slid open the shutter and window quickly and quietly, and lightly vaulted into the room, staying on his toes. He cast his eyes about for something, a chair or a stool perhaps, he could place on its side in front of the door. Not enough to block it or seal it, but just enough to give the maid pause if she encountered some resistance – some minor bit of furniture someone might have accidentally knocked over on the way out. Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed's desk chair was huge and heavy, and the desk was between it and the door, but there were two lighter chairs against the far wall. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. suspected that most of the guildmaster's visitors were expected to stand. One of the two chairs was close enough to the door that it might have fallen over. He could spare only a few seconds leaning it against the door, before he moved over to search the desk. There were footsteps outside the door. Was it the maid, or someone farther away? The short hallway Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… had described made it hard to be sure where the sound was coming from.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. went behind the desk and opened the drawer Menathal had described. Along one side of the well-organized drawer were pens, kept from rolling by a smooth rock that looked to be mostly quartz. On the other side were six tiny wooden boxes, some with lids and some without. One of them held some old coins, mostly gold, including a rare crescent ringer. In the middle of the drawer were letters and other papers, some still sealed.
“Ah, a bit of minor temptation,” thought Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. as his eyes danced over the contents of the drawer. What bit of information or wealth might be tucked away in this desk? But the lure was easily overcome. Money was a minor affair. For a clever man, it was a resource that could always be replenished. Hidden knowledge he prized more, but not on topics so mundane as the wheelings and dealins of a moneylender. He knew his task and that time was of the essence. A petty criminal might loot, but his job was of another nature.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. slipped Fogloron's letter into the drawer and slid it closed before nimbly stepping back through the window, which he pulled shut after him. He closed the shutters and quietly began re-adjusting the bars, a slow process due to the growing darkness. At least the fading light would mask his exit from the estate. While he did so, he heard the chair clatter to the floor, followed by a startled gasp from the maid. The bars weren't all in place yet.
The maid didn't call out or run from the room, so Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. continued to adjust the bars as quietly as he could. They didn't need to be perfect, or even better than they had been to start with. They just had to look as if any fault was the result of poor worksmanship. He wondered how long it might take him to follow the shadows to a safe distance and then make his way to the Stone and Fire. He figured he would be too late to aid Jahred's distraction, which was well enough because he figured the big fellow was fully capable of causing a suitable scene, but perhaps he might be quick enough to get Jahred out of any trouble that might have resulted.
Christopher (Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o…) seems to have vanished. I hope he returns soon. Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… is a great character!
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