Time passed quietly, aside from the occasional muttering from one of the Mad. 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… continued to pace around the edge of the clearing, watching for any signs of trouble. The strange residents of this camp did not seem to offer any threat, but the odd children made him uneasy, children who never entered into normal reality, despite changing positions occasionally. An hour passed, then two. The arrival of the group must have spurred an unusual moment of activity, or perhaps they were unusually quiet now. The next person to wake was the young woman again. She opened her eyes, glanced at the position of the sun, and said, “How many days?” Then she noticed 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 the others, and said, “Oh, only a couple hours then. I never introduced myself.” She raised herself up on her elbows. “I'm Mia.” Then she smiled and gestured over to Malethorpeiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Mad

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In the year 577, the Mad are people exiled from civilization, due to their unusual, and sometimes dangerous, behavior. They spend a lot of time in trances or asleep, though there are periods of lucidity, and they occasionally speak in riddles. These riddles are considered by many to be prophesy, and some seek out the Mad in order to learn of their own futures or pasts.. 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. smiled back.

The old man cried out, “Five pieces for the First Path!” He uncrossed his legs and rose to his knees, squinting in pain. 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 to 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… to signal that Malethorpeiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Mad

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In the year 577, the Mad are people exiled from civilization, due to their unusual, and sometimes dangerous, behavior. They spend a lot of time in trances or asleep, though there are periods of lucidity, and they occasionally speak in riddles. These riddles are considered by many to be prophesy, and some seek out the Mad in order to learn of their own futures or pasts. was no threat. “So… far..” he whispered. “Gornorleren never said it would be so far.” Then his voice rose to a shout again. “The Voice of the Zioth. Five pieces and the end grows closer, closer, until there is no end! Five pieces for the First Path and the end grows closer!” He limped forward, his left knee landing on the book and mangling some pages, and he dropped his hands heavily on 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 shoulders so that the younger man was supporting his weight. He looked directly into the scholar's eyes, his cataract-blinded gaze penetrating, and his hot, foul breath feeling moist on 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 skin. “The focus, the Voice is the end! Four is too many for the First Path, six is too few for the Second! The ninety-first dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. becomes the sixth! The pure is no more! The sixth becomes the first! The challenger concedes! The first becomes the first! The dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. perishes! The first becomes the end! There is no end!” He shook 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. weakly, as if desperate to convey some meaning. “Five pieces for the Second Path! The ninety-first dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

Last updated for turn 216

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

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 hands steadied the prophet as he lowered his eyes and sunk down. His spindly arms could hardly bear the entire weight of Malethorpeiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Mad

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In the year 577, the Mad are people exiled from civilization, due to their unusual, and sometimes dangerous, behavior. They spend a lot of time in trances or asleep, though there are periods of lucidity, and they occasionally speak in riddles. These riddles are considered by many to be prophesy, and some seek out the Mad in order to learn of their own futures or pasts., but leveraging his legs against the ground he helped guide the old fellow into a safe sitting position. The old man crossed his legs, and, sitting half on his precious book, stared at the earth as if reading.

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. repeated the words of Malethorpeiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Mad

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In the year 577, the Mad are people exiled from civilization, due to their unusual, and sometimes dangerous, behavior. They spend a lot of time in trances or asleep, though there are periods of lucidity, and they occasionally speak in riddles. These riddles are considered by many to be prophesy, and some seek out the Mad in order to learn of their own futures or pasts.'s third outburst. As confusing as the rant was, it offered the prospect of more pieces to the puzzle of the Zioth, and given the opaque nature of the clues thus far, any extra bit of knowledge was deeply appreciated. “Will he be comfortable sitting like this?” he asked Mia.

“I don't know. It's been a long time since he's moved that far. Sometimes he eats or drinks, but he even sleeps like 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.'s right hand rummaged in the pack at his side, looking for something inside before memory dawned on him. He pulled a bit of writing charcoal from the bag instead and shot a glance at Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …. “Sir, the notebook if you please? I wish to write and not trust the vagaries of memory.” Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

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

Mia sat up fully and 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.'s book a glance, but didn't try to read it. “Does this mean you got the prophesy you came for?”

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. finished the notes he was adding to the book and handed it back to Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …. “No milady, I came seeking no prophecy. I think we have the opposite problem. Prophecies come seeking us, at least one prophecy anyway that seems quite insistent. Mr. Malethorpeiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Mad

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In the year 577, the Mad are people exiled from civilization, due to their unusual, and sometimes dangerous, behavior. They spend a lot of time in trances or asleep, though there are periods of lucidity, and they occasionally speak in riddles. These riddles are considered by many to be prophesy, and some seek out the Mad in order to learn of their own futures or pasts. I think was merely shedding additional light on and repeating part of what we have encountered before.”

He turned his gaze fully on the girl. “My apologies for the distraction milady Mia. I speak of being bound by prophecies but I perhaps overstate my own role, I am merely a guide and assistant to the other members of my company who are either blessed or cursed to have their fate intertwined with the Zioth. I doubt I am essential to the quest and have most likely been brought along by happenstance. These men are my friends, and will do what I can to assist them by interpreting the prophecy that guides them if I can, though I despair of ever reaching true understanding. Mr. Malethorpeiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Mad

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In the year 577, the Mad are people exiled from civilization, due to their unusual, and sometimes dangerous, behavior. They spend a lot of time in trances or asleep, though there are periods of lucidity, and they occasionally speak in riddles. These riddles are considered by many to be prophesy, and some seek out the Mad in order to learn of their own futures or pasts.'s words were thus important and I did not want to lose them. And I have always been a slave to my own curiosity, I know that about myself.” His right hand stretched down and idly ran up and down the leather sheath of 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 kukri which he had exchanged for his own dagger. “Already we have lost one follower of this Zioth prophecy, and maybe that price would not have been necessary had I been able to discover more.

“But enough of that for one afternoon.” He straightened out of his slouch and folded his hands back together in his lap. “Before your… moment of insight, and Mr. Malethorpeiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Mad

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In the year 577, the Mad are people exiled from civilization, due to their unusual, and sometimes dangerous, behavior. They spend a lot of time in trances or asleep, though there are periods of lucidity, and they occasionally speak in riddles. These riddles are considered by many to be prophesy, and some seek out the Mad in order to learn of their own futures or pasts.'s right afterwards, you were telling me about your life in this enclave. I am sorry for the disruption but I fervently hope to hear the rest of your tale milady.”

Mia laughed lightly, her eyes squinting. “I think you're the first person who's come here just to chat and be nice to us. Just for that I'll give you a tip. Next time my grandmother's here, ask her about your next trip to the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

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

Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had been calmly listening to the conversation, but was so engaged trying to remember what 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 Malthorpei had said that he added little himself. He was taken aback when 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. returned the little book. It was an unexpected gesture, and Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

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

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … continued to focus on the conversation, and he took the opportunity to make a few notes himself. However, He stopped abruptly and stood up at this last comment: the return to Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth

Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics. He nearly blurted, “second person” but it was just a thought. Not only had the group denied they had been to 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 when they had first met, but they had also suggested there would be no return. Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … felt a mix of excitement and trepidation all at once. 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, even at this time, was a distinctly hostile place, or at least that was the reputation it had. It was also where his initial mission had directed him.

Behind him, 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. had heard too. He walked up next to 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., concerned. “Did I hear that correctly?”

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. “It was my suspicion we were not quite done with 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…. Nor does it appear that they have forgotten us. Thank you milady. I will listen to the words of your grandmother when she returns. But until then, I would be happy to listen to any tales you might be willing to share from your life. I am happy to respond in kind of course, and might have an interesting tale or two mixed in with my rather dull experiences as a language instructor, the interesting parts arising from my own foolishness of course.” He pondered Mia's advice as he finished his speech. He was certain a return trip to the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under the House, to which access is severely restricted. Expensive glass windows d… lay ahead, but the question of when had stood out. He had already visited two very different versions 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….

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. walked away in frustration. The girl had mentioned the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

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

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … stood up and followed to reassure him quietly, “It will be okay, really. Please 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., trust 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 resume your patrol of the perimeter.” 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 him, his eyes narrowed a little before he nodded and walked away.

“Oh, I'm sure it's not as dull as you think. Remember,” Mia said, spreading her arms out, “these trees have been my walls for years, and even before that, being the daughter and granddaughter of the Mad didn't give me the best social life.”

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 …, watching 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 Mia over a long-cold mug of tea, felt a tug on his belt. The little boy, who until now had been locked in a series of frozen portraits of play, had come to life, though his eyes remained unfocused. His other hand shook as it, like an independent entity, fed cut pieces of peach from a waterproof leather pouch into his mouth. “There are two of that sword,” he said, gently touching the scabbard that held the dagger Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

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

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

Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … smiled down at the youngster, his usual frustration with the speech of the Mad replaced by the playfulness of speaking with a child. “Or one of them, twice,” he chuckled. “Where did you see the other, hmm? Was it pointing upward in violence, or downward in peace?”

“Sidewise, in darkness. Zilgard's sword is yours. You hold it and name it.” He fingered the lazulite and metal of the hilt, the symbol of Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism

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

Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of the Fighter. “Your other sword is a guide, but for others, not for you.” After that, the boy seemed to lose interest, and wandered over to 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 wide man nodded ​at the boy's insight. If there was any further meaning in his words, the priest did not hear it. The only meaning to him was at the surface. “You are right, boy. This is a borrowed blade from my friend, out there. And soon he will be strong enough to heft it again.” He continued to speak as he pulled out the last of the tea herb, small bits spilling out from the folded cloth in which it was kept. Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … kept speaking, “I shall not forget to return it. And if I do, he will not forget to retrieve it. But beyond that, I believe it belongs to a Lord Stone, whom I know not.” He turned to see that the child had left. “Ahh,” he muttered. He thumbed his dagger and tried to remember what the child had called it.

Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … was somewhat less enamored with the boy than the others. Children in aristocratic homes were seldom consulted for their opinions, and really not important. He did not dismiss the boy completely, but wasn't interested either. On seeing the child rummage 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.'s backpack, he unconsciously shouldered his own pack, ensuring it was sealed.

Mustel popped into view a small distance away, and noting his master had not moved on, continued his search of the undergrowth, happy to be allowed to play somewhat and have a little free time. Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

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

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 been clenching and unclenching his fists since the girl had mentioned 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. “I am not done with them,” he growled, “I have a jhuzar” he stumbled searching for the Rouche term, “I mean - a debt that must be repaid.” 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. raised an eyebrow. 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 been teaching the thin scholar the words of his native tongue around the hearth or campfire most nights. It had felt good to speak good to speak like a true Vhoosch warrior again. The language teacher might even have recognized the true meaning of his word - a blood debt of vengeance. Seeing the girl's eyes turn to him, 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… lapsed into red-faced silence again. But thinking of the snake-priest made his blood boil. That bastard was surely behind the assassins in Yunimplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigYunim / Dunweig

by Arnell, edited by the DM

Yunim

Yunim is (in the year 577) a cosmopolitan trade center in the region of Meheiral, run by the Orithoran religion, led centrally from the great Temple of Justice. It is on the edge of Yunim Lake, making fishing one of its principal industries. The. Perhaps this was what he was meant to do, after so many years of wandering, maybe his path to the Hall of Heroes with his father and brothers would be earned by cutting down the snake-priests and protecting the priest and scholar while they fulfilled their own strange destiny. Understanding prophecy, as these odd, mad people did, was beyond him, but cleaving a snake-priest in two was not.

Here at least there were no threats, no immediate ones anyway. The small boy touching Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …'s dagger was harmless. The children still made him nervous, but that was no different than before. The students learning to read 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 were worrisome too. He had been steeped in blood and steel with no real tribe for so long that he had quite forgotten what it was to find playful younglings underfoot. He did not like to revisit those days in his thoughts.

Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

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

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …, 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 the Mad. Once again he refrained from interjecting and, in the words of his older aunt, continued to ‘give them a good listening to.’

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. cast a sideways glance 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… but kept his attention on the girl. “I am afraid we have had some differences of opinion with the priests from the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under the House, to which access is severely restricted. Expensive glass windows d…. They have not impressed me favorably, hoarding their knowledge and offering violence to inquisitive travelers.” The corners of his mouth turned down into a serious frown. “Should any of their number turn up in this forest, in search of us, I urge you to be wary of them Milady. They go to lengths that shock me, and it would probably be best to avoid mentioning our little company if your paths cross with any of their number - though I pray they do not.” He forced a smile. “But perhaps we can stick to happier subjects until your grandmother comes round again. Would Milady, in exchange for the story of her own life, care to hear a tale about a Gallian grape-tender mistaken for a famed barber?”

Mia clapped her hands together. “I would! But I don't have much of a tale to trade.”

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 boy rifling through his pack. The decision was an easy one, as there was nothing of any substance or value contained within. Everything truly important was tucked away somewhere on his person, well out of sight, and Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had already taken possession of 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 second notebook. There was a spare whip tucked into the bottom of the bag, but unless the lad decided to pull it out and snap it around recklessly, 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. felt he could ignore the intrusion. Even then, he doubted the boy could cause any trouble. The whip was a tricky instrument to use correctly.

“So Milady Mia, I am not sure what you may know of the Three Kingdoms, but they are distant lands and it sounds like you have not had the opportunity yet to roam into the great west. But you no doubt have heard some accounts of those realms. We refer to them as the Three Kingdoms because of their close proximity and shared history, but there have been countless numbers of wars and less widespread disputes between the three countries. We probably do not do them justice by just referring to them as the Three Kingdoms because there are differences that set them apart.

“Galliaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Three Kingdoms

All three of Rang's western neighbors are dominated by the same variety of Andrithanism as is Rang. All share the same language, Gallian, but the Mezonese commons do not speak it. Rather, they speak a hybridized offspring of Rouch and Gallian known as Mezonese. As in is a hilly country famed for their great wine, but they are not the only one of the Three Kingdoms that makes wines of exquisite character. Galliaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Three Kingdoms

All three of Rang's western neighbors are dominated by the same variety of Andrithanism as is Rang. All share the same language, Gallian, but the Mezonese commons do not speak it. Rather, they speak a hybridized offspring of Rouch and Gallian known as Mezonese. As in is the nation that produces and exports the most wine to the west, but Lyonelle is home to several vineyards. According to legend, this is due to one poorly misunderstood old farmer.

“You see, while the Three Kingdoms theoretically share one language, there are substantial differences in the local dialects that are not always readily understood. It does not matter for the high and mighty who speak to each other of important affairs in Sarnamplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigLanguage

Rouch

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

Sarnam

Sarnam is the “old tongue,” spoken by the priests of Andritha. Most of the nobly-born are familiar with the language., but the common people from different ends of the Three Kingdoms will often have difficulty conversing with each other. Oh, they can understand each other well enough, but it takes some effort and there is always a bit of confusion along the way.

“As I heard the tale, there was an old farmer from southern Galliaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Three Kingdoms

All three of Rang's western neighbors are dominated by the same variety of Andrithanism as is Rang. All share the same language, Gallian, but the Mezonese commons do not speak it. Rather, they speak a hybridized offspring of Rouch and Gallian known as Mezonese. As in who had spent more than fifty years in the fields owned by his lord, turning seeds into bottled wine every year. The old farmer was skilled and became the head of the vineyard he worked at, earning the title Visto Mest. Now in the Gallian version of Mezonese, that means master wine maker. Visto is the Mezonese word for blood, but the Gallians also use it to refer to wine because they view wine as the life-blood of their country.

“But the years had taken their toll on the farmer and with the passing years it became harder and harder for him to supervise distant fields from dawn to nightfall. So the lord that owned his vineyard decided the old farmer needed a vacation, the first of his life. The prospect of a trip terrified the man, as it would any tiller of the earth who had never strayed more than a dozen leagues from home in his life, but he could not refuse an order from his lordship.

“So the farmer was given the task of bringing a cart full of grape plants to a distant cousin of his lord in the Kingdom of Lyonelle. That way the farmer could care for the plants along the way and make sure they reached their destination alive. With the old farmer he sent a young page from Mezoneeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Three Kingdoms

All three of Rang's western neighbors are dominated by the same variety of Andrithanism as is Rang. All share the same language, Gallian, but the Mezonese commons do not speak it. Rather, they speak a hybridized offspring of Rouch and Gallian known as Mezonese. As in who had traveled between Galliaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Three Kingdoms

All three of Rang's western neighbors are dominated by the same variety of Andrithanism as is Rang. All share the same language, Gallian, but the Mezonese commons do not speak it. Rather, they speak a hybridized offspring of Rouch and Gallian known as Mezonese. As in and his homeland, but not to Lyonelle. This will turn out to be important.

“The two set off with a driver and a guard and I do not know if anything interesting befell them on the long trip, that is not part of the tale I learned. But I do know what happened when they reached Lyonelle. The traveling farmer and young page were many leagues into Lyonelle when they came to stay at an inn along one of the larger trade roads. Also staying at the inn was a noble lord of somewhat foul questionable temper, his difficult nature arising from a constant ache in his back, the result of a riding accident in his youth.

“Well it so happens the young page had taken to leading the little company escorting the grapes and negotiating with the locals, even though his understanding of the Lyonelle dialect was quite poor. Thus, upon arriving at the inn he had introduced himself as a page serving a noble family and the old farmer as a respected Visto Mest. But Lyonelle did not have the same heritage or affinity for wine that Galliaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Three Kingdoms

All three of Rang's western neighbors are dominated by the same variety of Andrithanism as is Rang. All share the same language, Gallian, but the Mezonese commons do not speak it. Rather, they speak a hybridized offspring of Rouch and Gallian known as Mezonese. As in did. The the ears of people in Lyonelle, Visto Mest meant simply 'Blood Master' rather than 'Wine Master.' So, in the local parlance, the page had identified the old farmer as a great healer.

“The noble lord and his retinue overheard this introduction of course and immediately demanded that this respected doctor attend to his lordship as the bad back of the fellow was proving especially troublesome. Thus, the secretary for the lord demanded that the farmer use his skills as Visto Mest to aid the suffering nobleman. This of course, confused the young page and absolutely terrified the farmer. He had no idea why this great man wanted the skills of a wine-maker, but he could not refuse such an important man.

“Tell me Milady, do you know what happens to the first crop of grapes that are plucked from the vine? How the cream of the crop is juiced?”

The boy stopped looking 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.'s pack, and instead slipped his hand into a pouch tucked out of sight behind 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 belt, and pulled out the six-inch disk of clear glass. He slid his finger across the hourglass etched into the glass, feeling its texture. 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. asked him to be careful with it, and to give it back after he looked at it, remarking that it belonged to a fallen friend. Then he resumed his story.

“Yes, they stomp the grapes to release the juice, the very best juice to make into the first batch of the season. So can you guess what the old farmer did when the traveling lord demanded that he use his skills upon him? He told the lord to lie down on the floor and then proceeded to walk all over his back. The lord's party looked at him askance but the noble fellow himself was willing to listen to a renowned healer from Galliaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Three Kingdoms

All three of Rang's western neighbors are dominated by the same variety of Andrithanism as is Rang. All share the same language, Gallian, but the Mezonese commons do not speak it. Rather, they speak a hybridized offspring of Rouch and Gallian known as Mezonese. As in. The lord screamed in pain at first and the farmer could all but feel his head leaving his shoulders, but after the initial rush of agony, the process appeared to soothe the lord's pain. You see the farmer was quite expert about kneading his grapes just so and the effect on the muscles of the back proved to be quite beneficial, at least temporarily. The lord was so delighted he paid for a banquet for the farmer and his company.

“The farmer and the page intended to carry on with their mission the next day, but as it turns out, the traveling lord was headed in the same general direction and decided to join them on the road. While the lord felt much better than he had in years, a day in saddle led to more pain. So that night he demanded a better solution from the farmer. The farmer, still terrified and fearing for his life, went to his wagon and fetched out – well he fetched out a wine press. That is what you use on the grapes after the first wave of juice is stomped out of them. It looks rather like a vise or an unpleasant torture implement.

“You can probably guess what happened next. The farmer clamped the wine press on and the lord spent a night sleeping with device holding his back in place. This time, the farmer's solution kept the pain away for three whole days before the pain of riding caught up with the lord again. And of course the lord turned to the Visto Mest to assuage his pain again.

“But at this point the old farmer was bereft of ideas. He still did not truly understand why he, a wine-maker, was being asked to use his knowledge on this great lord, but since the lord seem to pleased with the results the farmer had little choice but to continue. But after the wine press, the physical treatment of the grape is done so the farmer was unsure of what to do next. In a panic, he settled on the only thing he could do.”

The boy lifted the glass to his face, and looked through it at the enclave around him. He said the word “yesterday,” looked through it a bit longer, then returned the glass to 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 pouch.

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., only momentarily distracted, and wondering whether the boy might have some ability to understand objects, went back to his story. “I am sure Milady knows what happens to the grape juice after it has been freed from the husks?”

“They wait for it to ferment?” Mia replied.

“Yes, it goes into the barrels. So the farmer told the lord he should pack himself into a barrel for the night, and given the success of the prior treatments the traveling lord agreed with the proposal. And fortune continued to shine upon the farmer, for sleeping in the narrowed confines of the barrel forced the lord's spine into a proper shape and alleviated the pain of the day. And from that day hence, this Lyonelle lord spent two nights a week in a barrel, and amazingly enough it improved his temper a great deal.

“The paths of the farmer and the traveling lord diverged soon after, but the lord was so grateful for the remedies provided that he bestowed a great gift upon the farmer. He granted the wine-maker ownership of a fair sized tract of land with a request that he should bring his Gallian arts to Lyonelle. And once his mission was done, that is exactly what the farmer did. He obtained leave from his Gallian lord and some grape plants of his own and moved his family to Lyonelle where they started the first of the Lyonelle vineyards and where his descendants have risen greatly in prominence and wealth.

“And to this day, according to the story, there is a noble line in Lyonelle whose members all wear a rather odd necklace – a simple metal strand holding a single cork – all because long ago a great healer informed their ancestor that keeping a cork in place would keep one free of foul influences. Like the barrel, it seems to have worked for them.”

Mia clapped her hands together again. “That was wonderful! You're a great story teller. Is it true? Do they really wear corks?”

“Indeed Milady,” replied 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 number of people in the three kingdoms wear such a cork now, not just the family in my tale. It is seen as a good luck charm there because that has become a traditional fable there.”

The boy was now fiddling with 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 other pouches and pockets.

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 …, who had heard most of the story, applauded lighted and extended his thanks to the storyteller. He continued past him to Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …, and spoke softly, “I cannot rest, watching 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. so wary. I left what little tea I had as tribute, and stand ready to depart. Actually, I will stand yonder, near the wood, so to better hear any intrusion.” ​ “Hold on a minute,” whispered Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …. “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. has his ideas here and we might be getting somewhere. When we first arrived, the lady said we might ask about our pursuers… Perhaps we have more time than we imagine, perhaps less. And beside, sleeping in a decent dwelling might also be possible.” Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

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

​The priest nodded, and stayed where he was.​

The boy found the copper circlet, tucked under 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 cloak near the neck, and pulled it out. He turned it over in his hands, then placed it on 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 head. “Seek. Your questions are answered.”

Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … used the boy's distraction as his opportunity to interrupt. “Pray tell, are we safe from our pursuers? How much time do we have?” He hoped the response would not be too obtuse.

“I knew you'd have something to ask eventually!” Mia said. “They followed you into the woods, but they're not near here. It will probably take a while for them to get here, and they might not. 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 don't like coming here.

Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … half listened to their discourse, and half to the trees. It was not just that they were hunted. It was thoughts of the sorcerer 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… that had him, a former puppet, on edge.​

Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … could not help but smile at her. “Everyone has questions. May I ask one more? Where will it be safe to sleep tonight?” he asked, noting to himself that it was two questions in a way. He did not want to invite himself into their abode, but he did not really enjoy sleeping rough in the same way as the others. He glanced at the boy, protective of his own pouches. The trees rustled, and it caught his eye, the maple branches dipping then rising softly.

​And a short distance away, the priest gave a long exhale and waited for Mia to answer. Suddenly aware of his rudeness, he propped up his failing smile and drummed his fingers on his belly, somewhat comically.

A look of disappointment flashed across 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 eyes when Mia mentioned the pursuit. He was enjoying the opportunity to visit with the Mad and had hoped it would not be cut short. “Hrm, it might not be Morethians after all Sir Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate ….” Though he had been coy about their immediate circumstances thus far, it appeared that the Mad already knew all that had happened. “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 sent agents after us, but it might be representatives from Yunimplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigYunim / Dunweig

by Arnell, edited by the DM

Yunim

Yunim is (in the year 577) a cosmopolitan trade center in the region of Meheiral, run by the Orithoran religion, led centrally from the great Temple of Justice. It is on the edge of Yunim Lake, making fishing one of its principal industries. The. We have done them no harm of course, but the 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 agents attacked us within Yunimplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigYunim / Dunweig

by Arnell, edited by the DM

Yunim

Yunim is (in the year 577) a cosmopolitan trade center in the region of Meheiral, run by the Orithoran religion, led centrally from the great Temple of Justice. It is on the edge of Yunim Lake, making fishing one of its principal industries. The. If we had unlimited time, and not some strange circumstances, we could have perhaps waited to sort it out, though more 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 might have followed. But in any event, we must away if any pursuers draw closer. I would not bring any harmful attention to Milady Mia or her family.”

“Indeed, none of us intend harm,” Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

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

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

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … asked, “Is it time to protect these people and move on, or do you need longer?” He sensed 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 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 unease and lack of interest, and Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

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

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … was interested and if it was safe, would appreciate a solid roof overhead, but if that meant an attack, or even enduring attacks on the Mad. That it was not an option. He studied the lady to see if she understood the question.

Mia showed no comprehension of the new language. “Of course you aren't going to hurt us. Don't be silly! 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 aren't going to hurt us today either. Anyway, I owe you a story, even if it's not as good as yours. I'm from Erinim.” Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … recognized the the name of a region some few score miles to the northeast. “My mother and grandmother had already been sent to the Mad, so everyone knew it was going to happen to me too. You don't have a lot of friends when everyone thinks you're crazy, but at least I got to learn reading and arithmetic unlike everyone else my age. I had my first vision at ten, and when I was eleven I was… like them” – she gestured to the boy still looking 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.'s pockets – “from winter to winter and to the next autumn. Almost two years. When I got some time to myself, I was here. I don't know who took me here. That was two years ago, and that's my whole story.” She spread her hands out in front of her, emphasizing her words with the gesture, and smiled.

The boy now had hold of the double ring. He tried to twist the two parts, to make the heads line up, but it didn't budge. Then he put it on his finger and nodded. He almost tried to try to twist it again, but decided not to. “The knave, the king and the fool. What odd pairs they make.” He took the ring off and absently dropped it on the ground next to 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 he stood up and returned to Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

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

The healer, who looked on, was a little relieved. Frozen in place was easier to cope with than babbling semi-coherently. But it was sad. 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 … closed the distance to the child and examined him. He held out no hope, but felt that he needed to at least try to apply his art.

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. shook his head. He said in Terradian, “I think we should wait for the grandmother to come into focus again. She may speak to us of the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

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

Rouch

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

Sarnam

Sarnam is the “old tongue,” spoken by the priests of Andritha. Most of the nobly-born are familiar with the language.. “It is my hope we do not endanger these lovely people, but I suspect there is little that surprises them or little of what we might do they would not already know. My apologies Milady Mia, but we have had some disagreements with a sect belonging to the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under the House, to which access is severely restricted. Expensive glass windows d…. A thoroughly unpleasant group and we do not want to bring them to your doorstep. But I think you know better than I if this is a real risk, so I would rely on your judgment. If you tell me it is time to pass, then I will.”

“Don't worry. You're safe here for now.”

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 Mia continued to talk. The scholar had more stories to tell, and he was encouraged by the excitement and joy with which Mia received each one. A while later though, in the middle of commenting on a story, Mia returned to her trance. The enclave was quiet then. None of the Mad were alert, and the visitors were either, like 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., scouting the perimeter for signs of 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 and enforcers, or mulling over what they'd heard. Mysteries were piled on mysteries, the puzzles becoming ever more complex. 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. assumed the boy had been attracted to objects containing some magic, but had his observations been clues as to their power, or meaningless ramblings? And Malethorpeiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Mad

Description

In the year 577, the Mad are people exiled from civilization, due to their unusual, and sometimes dangerous, behavior. They spend a lot of time in trances or asleep, though there are periods of lucidity, and they occasionally speak in riddles. These riddles are considered by many to be prophesy, and some seek out the Mad in order to learn of their own futures or pasts.'s prophesy – had it merely reinforced what he had read in the little book, or did it provide new insight, waiting to be extracted from a language of riddles?

One or another of the Mad woke over the next few hours, though the little girl remained locked in her trace, as she had been since the party had arrived. Finally, evening came, and a couple of the Mad, including Mia, woke at once, and with Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …'s and some others' help, tended to dinner, cooking, eating, and feeding those who were currently incapacitated. Some then retired indoors, but most of the Mad didn't sleep; Their trances were restful enough, presumably. Malethorpeiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Mad

Description

In the year 577, the Mad are people exiled from civilization, due to their unusual, and sometimes dangerous, behavior. They spend a lot of time in trances or asleep, though there are periods of lucidity, and they occasionally speak in riddles. These riddles are considered by many to be prophesy, and some seek out the Mad in order to learn of their own futures or pasts. remained in place, crouched on top of his book, and looking at the empty ground as if there were something to read.

It was dark when Mia's grandmother stopped wandering silently and became alert again.

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