From the looks of it, something had long since grown and died in that room. Crumbled branches lay strewn about, and powdery dust that may once have been leaves or moss coated every surface. In the middle of the room was a solid stone desk whose edge was carved in the likeness of a snake, and beyond was an empty bookshelf.
“Ah, at last. So we have not ran out of luck,” said Talaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTala
Tala stands at around 5 foot 8 inches, with round, dark brown eyes, shoulder-length, and wavy, dark brown hair, parted at the middle and usually held back in a ponytail with some piece of cloth. His face is a bit rounded, his nose not too tall, and his ears are usually showing, unless he does not tie up his hair. He weighs around 140 pounds, has a toned physique, and his skin is of tan color., the relief clear in his voice. He steped off the plate and moved towards the open portal, when the door started rising. Reflexively, he leaped back onto the plate, and the door slid back down. “Hmm. It seems we have to put weight on the plates to keep the door from closing. Um, 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…, if you would be so kind as to swap places with Mr. 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. first? Mr. 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. can check the room, no need for all of us to move in, yes?”
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. bent down to look at the plate he was standing on, examining it to see if he could think of a manner to lock the mechanism into place. The tile was almost flush against its neighbors. A very sharp, sturdy blade might do it, finer than anything 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. carried. A sticky fluid poured in and allowed to dry might work too. Given the resources at hand, weight seemed to be the best option. “A good suggestion. One other possibility is to find an object of considerable heft to keep the plates weighted down. If more of us need to move, then perhaps the materials in the storage chamber could be used to keep these triggers in place.
“Good idea. In case of emergencies,” Talaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTala
Tala stands at around 5 foot 8 inches, with round, dark brown eyes, shoulder-length, and wavy, dark brown hair, parted at the middle and usually held back in a ponytail with some piece of cloth. His face is a bit rounded, his nose not too tall, and his ears are usually showing, unless he does not tie up his hair. He weighs around 140 pounds, has a toned physique, and his skin is of tan color. nodded. “Who knows what traps are left in here and we need to get out of the way. We might leave anyone inside trapped. 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…, Mr. 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., if you both would do the honors.” 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… and 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. went into the storage room and came out with armfuls of heavy glass tiles. When enough of these were piled up next to Talaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTala
Tala stands at around 5 foot 8 inches, with round, dark brown eyes, shoulder-length, and wavy, dark brown hair, parted at the middle and usually held back in a ponytail with some piece of cloth. His face is a bit rounded, his nose not too tall, and his ears are usually showing, unless he does not tie up his hair. He weighs around 140 pounds, has a toned physique, and his skin is of tan color., 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 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 three men were able to step off without the door closing.
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. peered curiously through the new doorway, but didn't step inside. These strange new friends of his seemed better qualified to make the next move. 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. did enter the room, taking the time to search for pressure plates, tripwires and the like. There was one rectangular plate at the entrance, not at all concealed. It looked like it could operate the door. To be safe, 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. hopped over it anyway. When he landed, he stirred up the greenish dust on the floor, which made him slightly nauseous. He took the spare shirt 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 provided him and used it to veil his face and mouth. Thankfully, it had been a clean spare, but even absent that it would have been preferable to the green powder.
Talaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTala
Tala stands at around 5 foot 8 inches, with round, dark brown eyes, shoulder-length, and wavy, dark brown hair, parted at the middle and usually held back in a ponytail with some piece of cloth. His face is a bit rounded, his nose not too tall, and his ears are usually showing, unless he does not tie up his hair. He weighs around 140 pounds, has a toned physique, and his skin is of tan color. stepped towards the open room, and like 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., stopped at the portal. He looked in, then continued inside 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., imitating him with a hop over the plate as well as his cloak wrapped over his nose and mouth. He looked around but did not dare to touch anything, content to let 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. do all the poking around. “I will stay here. Just in case something comes up.”
Around the edges of the circular room were clay pots, some broken, but some in good enough condition that their decorative glaze still shone in the pulsing light with vibrant blues and oranges. One pot barely supported what was left of a trunk of a young tree. Much of the wood had been eaten away by long-dead moss.
On a metal table to the right of the door was a large cage containing the skeletal remains of two snakes which had to be six feet long apiece. To the left of the entrance was a tall closet with locked doors.
The stone desk had been placed so that anyone entering the room would be facing its occupant. It had several drawers, also made of stone. Atop the desk were vials half-full of powdery ink, several metal pen-tips attached to stringy, decomposed feathers, and a thin book, mostly destroyed by moss which now coated its surface as dusty flakes.
The bookshelf behind the desk was not, in fact, completely empty. A small, locked chest was affixed to the bottom shelf.
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. ran a mental inventory of the room. Some of the pots might be retrievable, but if poorly fired would be quite fragile. Still, with the colors preserved they might have some worth. His pulse quickened as he looked over the desk. It wasn't a lot, but the cage at least gave the slight suggestion of a laboratory. A hidden mystical workroom? No, that would not make sense; 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 despised sorcerers and their ilk. But they had their own holy magic didn't they? There was the Golden Priest… Maybe less hazardous than 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 sort anyway. So what to examine first? The locked closet or small chest might have better preserved their contents, but the desk and the book had their own allure. It looked 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 was going to pay off after all. Of course, he reminded himself, I might be outside the city walls. First things first however. He went to the plate by the door to peer at it. It was not depressed, but it looked slightly loose. Maybe the fact that the door was open made it so. “Mr. Guillaumeplugin-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 be offended if I examined the contents herein? Though it appears long abandoned, I do not wish to offer an affront.” He thought obtaining the consent of a House guard would be a wise first step.
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. glanced 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. with a strange expression. “Would I be offended?” He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. He looked down at the floor, and then finally back up 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.. “I don't know,” he murmured. Then he seemed to come back to himself and he, too, covered his mouth and jumped over the pressure plate and into the room. “I mean, there's no question but that you will be giving an affront to the Houseplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth
As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under the House, to which access is severely restricted. Expensive glass windows d…. We are clearly trespassing where we are not wanted and meddling in things that do not belong to us. But we are here for a reason. We must find whatever 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… is seeking and keep it safely out of his hands. Taking anything beyond that would simply be theft.” He paused and looked authoritatively back at the others. “And we are not thieves.”
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. “I thought it best to inquire, sir, before looking into the desk, as I did not wish my intent to be mistaken. I sometimes let my curious nature overmaster me.” 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. walked lightly over and peered at the dust covered desk. “This place seems long abandoned, and perhaps forgotten, but I wonder what might have drawn the sorcerer down here. Perhaps something he discovered in the library?” After looking for hidden threats, he reached down to lightly touch the mold laden book. Could he open it and find something salvageable? Before that, however, he set to a quick study of the desk drawers, looking for locks or hidden mechanisms. “And your direction is right on point, Mr. Guillaumeplugin-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.. I've no wish to take from the Houseplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth
As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under the House, to which access is severely restricted. Expensive glass windows d…. I am curious to see what is here, but preventing the misuse of what may be found here by the evil sorcerer.
“I can make no promises, sir, but I will see what I can do about letting us examine this room safely. I learned a few techniques on a series of expeditions in the northern provinces of Rangplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Kingdom of Rang
Overview
Rang is a huge kingdom, covering more than a million square miles, and extending from the Great Sea to the Ice Sea. It dominates the area politically, militarily and religiously. Rang is a monarchy, led by King Diure LXIV, but its immense size weakens the central government. Most feudal lords manage their lands independently, and only answer to the king in the loosest sense. The king does have several pockets of power, such as in Huerten, which allow him to maintai… and part of what I learned from Professor Rellano is that the difference between a tomb-raider and field scholar is mostly one of honesty and intent.”
“Well, to be honest, young sir,” the priest broke in, “I believe it behooves us to be more like the raider. The situation seems to call for it. His ready senses and body are all attuned to acquisition. And he certainly would not weigh himself down with the first set of pots he found. Now, what can I do? Keep an eye on the entrance?” He fiddled nervously with the pommel of 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.'s dagger, which bounced around in the too-large sheath.
The desk's stone drawers looked stuck, but weren't locked. If they were trapped in any way, there was no sign of it from the outside. 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. gingerly opened the book. Despite his care, a third of the cover flaked off and crumbled. The pages inside weren't in much better shape. They had fused together and then dried out, making them extremely brittle. With a few minutes' work, 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 able to open the book to the middle, and then he could only barely make out a few words and diagrams. They seemed to have something to do with plants.
Leaving the book for the 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. tried the desk drawers. One of them slid open easily, but was empty. The other two were stuck. With the help of 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. and Talaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTala
Tala stands at around 5 foot 8 inches, with round, dark brown eyes, shoulder-length, and wavy, dark brown hair, parted at the middle and usually held back in a ponytail with some piece of cloth. His face is a bit rounded, his nose not too tall, and his ears are usually showing, unless he does not tie up his hair. He weighs around 140 pounds, has a toned physique, and his skin is of tan color., he managed to get them open, though one came out with such force that Talaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTala
Tala stands at around 5 foot 8 inches, with round, dark brown eyes, shoulder-length, and wavy, dark brown hair, parted at the middle and usually held back in a ponytail with some piece of cloth. His face is a bit rounded, his nose not too tall, and his ears are usually showing, unless he does not tie up his hair. He weighs around 140 pounds, has a toned physique, and his skin is of tan color. was thrown against the bookshelf, with the drawer in his lap. A plume of nauseating dust filled the room for a few minutes, and part of a shelf crumbled. It was getting harder to breathe.
One drawer contained nothing but a small stone box holding two dozen silver coins that were slightly larger than modern aglars, and a key with a goat's head, which looked like it would fit the closet. 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. ignored the box with the coins and picked up the key with the goat head, which he lay on the desk in front of Guillaumeplugin-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..
“This is interesting,” Talaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTala
Tala stands at around 5 foot 8 inches, with round, dark brown eyes, shoulder-length, and wavy, dark brown hair, parted at the middle and usually held back in a ponytail with some piece of cloth. His face is a bit rounded, his nose not too tall, and his ears are usually showing, unless he does not tie up his hair. He weighs around 140 pounds, has a toned physique, and his skin is of tan color. said, looking in the drawer that had knocked him to the floor. “There is a book here. Perhaps you might want to peruse this. It might give us clues.” He stood up and dusted himself, then handed the whole drawer for the others to see. “Be careful though, I would not be surprised if this one has a trap in it somewhere.”
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. took Talaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTala
Tala stands at around 5 foot 8 inches, with round, dark brown eyes, shoulder-length, and wavy, dark brown hair, parted at the middle and usually held back in a ponytail with some piece of cloth. His face is a bit rounded, his nose not too tall, and his ears are usually showing, unless he does not tie up his hair. He weighs around 140 pounds, has a toned physique, and his skin is of tan color.'s advice and scanned the drawer for any wires or other devices. Then he picked up the perfectly preserved, snakeskin-bound book and opened it.
The first several pages were nothing but lists of names and titles, ranging from the basic “priest” and “guard” to more obscure titles like “ritual minister,” “ritual master,” “voice,” “voice of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics” and “snake walker.” Then the content changed to matters of horticulture, discussing the care of certain plants, and ways to coax them into producing the most effective ingredients. 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 no expert, but he suspected that many of the suggested combinations were highly toxic. One was even noted as enhancing a specific snake's venom, whether as a mixture or as food for the snake was unclear. A third section of the book was a personal journal, much of which was missing. A couple of entries stood out.
Contrary to the belief of many Morenthiansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics, there is no doubt in my mind that the Zioth is an inevitable occurrence, planned by 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 Himself at the beginning of time. Prior to the Zioth, there will be a series of signs. While we must all, perhaps even the Few, succumb to the Zioth, we are under no obligation to fall to the signs. Rather, knowing nothing of their nature except that they will no doubt include an element of magic, we must make general preparations to ensure that Malaenerplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMalaener
When the party traveled to the year 577, they found themselves in Malaener, the Morenthian-dominated region which includes Maelbourg., and perhaps Malaenerplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMalaener
When the party traveled to the year 577, they found themselves in Malaener, the Morenthian-dominated region which includes Maelbourg. alone, may survive to witness Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics's ultimate judgment. May 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 spare the Few.
Thirty or forty pages had been carefully torn out, between that entry and the next.
Nine long years have passed since I delivered my speech, which, thanks to some unceremonious editing, now abuts this page. I cannot say I am happy with the solution the Snake Walkers have devised, but my continued urging to end the Song have only been met with my own marginalization in the hierarchy of the Houseplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth
As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under the House, to which access is severely restricted. Expensive glass windows d…. I understand the need for instantaneous dismissal of all magic in the area. While that may have consequences for our decedents that may not fully please them, their happiness is not our concern, only their survival. The Orb produced by the Song of Eternity, however, could be disastrous for both. Why do the Snake Walkers not understand that meddling with time itself can only have a negative outcome? Accelerating the two miles within the Orb past each disaster may seem a fine idea, until one considers what other effects such a transition might have. Will those within the Orb even survive? The Snake Walkers do not care. They only care for their Song.
The fervor of the Snake Walkers is much like that of the vile magi 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., whose meddling in the forces of evil will only bring their own destruction – another opinion which is unpopular at the moment, but which I am sure will change over time. If I dare to criticize the Snake Walkers in public, I will surely be stripped of my rank.
Guards have been put in place. Only a priest well-versed in the least known Songs may enter, and only when accompanied by at least three others. The Snake Walkers claim that those four will be able to halt the Song when each disaster has been averted, and thus will we survive the signs. How can they be sure? Will any priests still live beyond the first formation of the Orb?
“My word,” the Preceptor spoke while the others contemplated the meaning. “Is that then what we are here to do? Stop the Song of Eternity? That sounds rather fanciful.” But if the orb was really - and it really was - then so too must this song be.
“This explains much, and little,” 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. said. “If I read this right, we are being accelerated through time to move us beyond some disaster in the Orb, which I gather covers a two mile area. This Orb must be created by this Song of Eternity, which is a favorite of the Snake-walkers.” 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. tugged his ear. “And the speculation about the survival in the orb concerns me, as I rather suspect we are in the orb now ourselves. This place is the key it appears, and the song can be halted. But why did it start in the first place? Is it meant to stave off the Zioth? It is two early for that. And who started it?”
“No, no,” Talaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTala
Tala stands at around 5 foot 8 inches, with round, dark brown eyes, shoulder-length, and wavy, dark brown hair, parted at the middle and usually held back in a ponytail with some piece of cloth. His face is a bit rounded, his nose not too tall, and his ears are usually showing, unless he does not tie up his hair. He weighs around 140 pounds, has a toned physique, and his skin is of tan color. answered. “Not stave off, but somehow assure that the place and the people within the two-mile radius of this Orb will be able to survive until the Zioth. Meaning the signs that it says are perhaps catastrophic events? Well, it does say so somewhere there. The writer sure sounds like their people are rather… resigned… to the Zioth happening. That it has started now must mean one of the signs will happen soon. So, who activated it? Maybe they would know when these events would occur. Or, it is activated in hindsight, meaning in response to a catastrophe. The ice falling from the sky would count as a catastrophe, I guess? Or someone is using the Song for their own devices,” the young Lakan mused. “Nevertheless, yes, we must stop the Song. As to how, I am guessing it is hinting at the pressure plates and a song working together?” Talaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTala
Tala stands at around 5 foot 8 inches, with round, dark brown eyes, shoulder-length, and wavy, dark brown hair, parted at the middle and usually held back in a ponytail with some piece of cloth. His face is a bit rounded, his nose not too tall, and his ears are usually showing, unless he does not tie up his hair. He weighs around 140 pounds, has a toned physique, and his skin is of tan color. shrugged.
“The orb - the barrier - showed up nearly the same time as the earthquakes shook,” the priest interjected.
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. could all but see the thoughts turning in the heads of his fellow explorers as his own mind crackled with excitement. Now this was something! Not just magic, but magic of an almost unimaginable scale – moving time itself in a bubble two miles across! There had to be a device, he told himself, something that could be studied – this journal said as much. Do not forget the hazards, he reminded himself. If, in fact, time was moving faster for the city than the world outside it would account for the strange feeling of lost time – of excessive fatigue. In the long-term, or perhaps even in the short-term, that could have a deleterious effect. Would his body adapt, or would it fall further and further out of sync as the cycle progressed until he collapsed of exhaustion? He could understand the writer's concern over the impact of the “Orb.”
And what happened when the effect ended? Would they have moved forward in time? Was this sending the city hurtling toward the Zioth at an accelerated pace? What happened to those inside the Orb if the time effect was abruptly stopped?
Too many questions, not enough information to work with. Any course of action could prove dangerous, but maybe with a bit more study a solution could be gleaned. According to the journal, the Snake Walkers had said the song could be stopped by four men 'when each disaster was averted.' Were these specific disasters or was this a general concept? It might be necessary to stop the Song if it would imperil the health of those within it, but maybe the crisis outside had not yet been averted.
One particular question loomed large in his mind. Who had started the Song of Eternity? This place had been clearly abandoned for ages, but it seemed odd for him to assume the Song of Eternity could start of its own volition. If it was no accident, then the Song was started for a reason. Could it have something to do with 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… or the invading army? No, Balban's forces were obviously within the field meaning it had not been activated to keep them out, or if it had, it had been done poorly. Would stopping the Song lead to disaster?
He shook his head. Clarity through knowledge he told himself. He shifted his eyes down upon the coins which he had ignored before, looking to see if there might be a date stamped upon them. Time to find other clues he thought. Wide-ranging though 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 knowledge was, it did not exchange to ancient coinage. The lack of a date made them unidentifiable, and the star-burst design was as generic as the common clover stamped on the modern diyarplugin-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.
“Mr. Guillaumeplugin-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.,” 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. said, “do you know anything of the Snake-walkers or Malaenerplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMalaener
When the party traveled to the year 577, they found themselves in Malaener, the Morenthian-dominated region which includes Maelbourg.?”
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. leaned in closer to look at the coins. “The region around 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 was known as Malaenerplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMalaener
When the party traveled to the year 577, they found themselves in Malaener, the Morenthian-dominated region which includes Maelbourg. long ago,” he said. “It was an entirely 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 state. I suspect these coins are from that era, making them at least four hundred years old. Maybe older.” He straightened and scratched his head. “If something down here does indeed have the power to alter time, it creates as many questions as answers. But one thing is clear. We must not allow 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… to access it. Let's finish our search of this room and bring this journal and one or two of the coins with us in case they prove useful.” He picked up the key that 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 laid before him. “After you've finished looking over the desk and the shelf, I will open the closet.”
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. conducted a quick search of the rest of the desk, then moved onto the small chest on the shelf.
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. turned the key in the keyhole, and opened the closet. Inside was a wide variety of fluids in vials of various shapes and sizes. Very little light shone on the inside of the closet, but 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. briefly re-lit a torch to get a better look, he saw vibrant blues and greens, dull browns, cloudy mixtures, and many that had separated into two, three or in one case, six layers. Some vials were empty, or just had a bit of black residue on the bottom and a sticky-looking film around an imperfect or cracked stopper. Sizes ranged from a full pint at the largest, down to delicate corked cylinders that couldn't have held more than a couple drops. Containers were made from clear glass, smoked glass, colored glass and metal. There might have been a few of wood at one time, but those had been eaten by the moss that was in evidence all over the room. On the bottom shelf, behind an interior door, were stacks of heavily damaged packages full of powders.
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. crouched down and inspected the small chest, which was securely affixed to the bookshelf, probably bolted on from the inside. It was a simple, unadorned box with a slightly curved lid, made to look like nothing important. The deception became clear on close examination. For one, the box was wholly undamaged, unlike all the other wood in the room. It was reinforced by steel bands, and the lock, built flush with the surface of the box, was of high quality. The keyhole and the area around it, as well as the seam where the lid met the base, were slightly damaged. Someone had tried to break the box open with a knife.
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 kneeling and nearly bent double as he examined the box. “Any bits of paper or inventory in there, Mr. Guillaumeplugin-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.?”
“The closet is full of strange chemicals. It might take a long time to figure out what it all is, even for an expert.” Taking care to avoid the packets of powder, he moved around a few bottles, looking for anything that might be hidden behind or underneath them. “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. is done with that box, let's step out and remove the weight from the pressure plates, then try a different set of three.”
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…, Mr 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., Mr 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.… 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 use of titles seems to have worn off on the others. :)