Risen Kanal hadn't specified where the Meeting would happen. He'd just said to look for a secluded place, so the group went deeper into the woods, away from the Enclave of the Mad and any pursuing enforcers or 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 guards. There was no sign of the elves they'd been warned about, at least no sign anyone would recognize. Four hundred years in the future, elves were a fairytale, commonly believed but with no proof. It was said they lived in the forbidding central forest of Huerten, a huge region of woods traversed only by an overgrown path that people avoided traveling even when going the long way around the forest could double the duration of their journey. In the present, elves existed. It was a well known fact, though 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 … couldn't say he'd met one personally. Descriptions ranged from wild, unpredictable and dangerous creatures, to serene masters of the arcane.
After a day of picking their way through the forest and following animal-worn trails, the group found a small clearing where very little grew due to the great rock that rose a couple feet over the forest floor. Ten feet across and mostly flat, it seemed like a good place for the meeting, and there had been no sign of pursuit. Even 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…, ever vigilant, had to admit that it had been a night and a day since there had been any sign 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… Guards.
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 … enjoyed the brief rest period, far more than his time at the enclave. He spent his time leading whoever would join him in prayers throughout the day, and continued his ministrations on the wounded, though by the next morning, no one of the party had anything more serious than what looked to be an old scar. Even 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., who had lingered so close to death days before was as strong as he had ever been.
The healer also saw himself as a father-figure for the group, looking after them and teaching them his wisdom (when they were not teaching him their knowledge). He spent a little time with everyone, probing their feelings about their predicament and the upcoming meeting. He assembled the meals, and seemed to continually produce an abundance of vegetables and fruits, even though none grew here.
Once, as the sun dipped beneath the tree canopy, 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 … endeavored to recreate the final battle of Zilgard against Jernkron, the Iron Crown. He considered this more like prayer in motion, rather than the horseplay of attempting to disarm a holy weapon. In this way, he practiced the transformation of Zilgard's legendary instrument from sword to spear, and then back to a dagger once he was done.
Then he strode to the edge of the darkening clearing and etched his symbol for the Zioth into the trees. He sang what he thought was an elvish ballad, while he stared into the growth to try and spot one more wonder.
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 … took a great interest in Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …'s production of fruit, not least as he had given all of his food away, and had been concerned with where the next meal would come from. That night before bed, 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 … spotted 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 … performing what had become an almost nightly ritual. He wrapped his small supply of vegetables in a filthy rag, and the the fruit that the Mad had given him in another, then wandered a short distance to find an appropriate tree. He dug up some dirt from around the tree's roots, and rubbed it into the rags, then buried one and tied the corners of the other to a low tree branch. He left it hanging there as he sat against the tree and rested for the night.
Once 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 … finished his ritual, 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 … opened the secretive book he'd borrowed from Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers., and using his magic to help decipher to unintelligible jumble, read voraciously. Even with magic, some of the text was beyond understanding. His spell let him read any language, but would not break 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 personal codes.
In the morning, as 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 … busied himself with his morning routine, he spied the priest returning to his buried and hanging food. Much to his surprise, the bundle of fruit had tripled in size, the branch hanging low to the ground where even more fruit lay in the open. And he saw the priest pulling vegetables up from behind the tree, and then digging up even more tubers. He returned with arms full of food and prepared the morning meal as if it were the most normal thing. If there had been enough food for one man before, there was enough for a dozen now. It confused 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 …, who was used to a much more direct form of magic, and so he made a mental note to ask 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 … more directly about it when the time was right.
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 … spent some of the morning helping 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. put their armor on. The seams of 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 battle-torn armor were splitting, and there was a particular scrape across the middle that 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 … thought may be point of weakness, so he offered to take a look. Pretending to use a rock to bash it into shape, 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 … mended the armor with his magic. His words were clear and audible as they had to be, but he tried to draw his movements out, making them look less like a spell, so he continued chanting as he tinkered and twisted. 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 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. would see through such shenanigans quite easily, but whatever the others’ thoughts about the method, the results were effective and the armor was considerably stronger afterwards. 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… thanked 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 … hesitantly. The armor would keep him safer and he appreciated the attention to detail, but he knew his armor, and some of the repairs could not have been made with the tools 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 at hand.
At lunch, 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. held the small crystal provided by the Risen Kanal, manipulating it between his fingers as he thought. He was sitting with 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 the others around a small campfire where Preceptor Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … was preparing a meal, while 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. kept looking to the surrounding forest, focused far more on their open position than the conversation. “For my part,” Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. said, still looking at the crystal, “I was hoping you might have a bit more insight about this forthcoming appointment, 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 …. You have known the Risen Kanal for some period perhaps? I have the disadvantage of only meeting him once. Do you know anything of who might be paying us a visit? You have mentioned scrying, which is an utterly fascinating concept, but also indicates a substantial degree of mystical power. Who might have such capabilities?”
“It is a seer’s gift, as you know. Scrying, spying, whatever you want to call it, involves watching an area from afar, sometimes centered on an area, or a person, and sometimes on an object. Most with magical talents can learn to scry, but it takes time and effort. It makes me wonder exactly what the meeting will entail.”
“My impressions? It sounded like an invitation to meet and confer in an introductory manner, but I am concerned given the locale. If another sort of meeting was intended by our counterparts, there is nothing in this remote region that would prevent them from simply seizing us. Not that I know of any local authority that would take steps to protect misunderstood strangers like ourselves that might offer a preferable setting.”
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. balanced the crystal on his index finger, watching it reflect the mixed light of sun and fire. “In any event, your plan seems a solid one. It might be prudent to leave one or more of our number out of ready sight.” He gave a low exhale, “However, the person best suited for such a task would probably be me, in which case this crystal should be transferred to the care of another. I am not a warrior, nor can I command the amazing skills that you and the good Preceptor have learned to wield. I am a scrawny fellow and have learned it is better to stay out of sight in times of physical peril. I will not offer any false humility. I believe I would be the best at camouflaging myself in the surrounding flora.”
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 … surveyed the area. “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., perhaps you should make yourself scarce, with crossbow loaded and primed, while we prepare. I suggest you leave the crystal in the middle of the rock, rather than any of us hold 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 … led 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. into the woods, as far as he could while keeping the rock in sight, and crouched. “I don’t know why I feel a sense of trepidation, but I do. Any comments, and any final preparation?” He nervously ferreted through his backpack, straightening items, moving things from one pocket to another, and otherwise spending his nervous energy on the meaningless task.
The Preceptor approached with cups of vegetable stew, Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume
Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness. following behind. “The wizards are meeting us by design of Risen Kanal, are they not? They should then already know of the three of us. Those who stayed out of the temple are the best choice for hiding. But personally, I would rather show our full number. A show of strength can avoid conflict; a hidden threat can provoke it.”
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. fretted quietly, tapping the pommel of his returned sword.
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 an eye on 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 … as spoke in a low voice 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., “Of course, you do what you like with that crystal, but all of us are trustworthy. In truth, I am surprised you consider avoiding such a once-in-a-lifetime assignation.”
“Neither of us are eager to meet wizards,” admitted 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. bluntly. “I mean, I am not loathe to be in their company. But we had nothing like them in the Houseplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth
As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under the House, to which access is severely restricted. Expensive glass windows d…. I do not know how they should be treated.”
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 … briefly thought about repeated stabbings, but shook such uncivilized notions quickly from his mind.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. looked at the crystal. “I am eager as ever, Preceptor, to experience something new, which includes being spied from afar from whomever seeks the crystal. But I have little in the way to add via strength of arms or mystical prowess, unlike the rest of our little company. I am small and thin and best situated for staying out of sight if that is the path we decide to pursue.”
But after some additional discussion, 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 convinced that they should all be in the open. The group ate their stew and waited.
As soon as the sun set, things started to happen. A faint globe of light appeared ten feet above the crystal, and turned back and forth slowly like a featureless head observing its surroundings. The globe vanished, and seconds later, a shifting plane of darkness, not unlike the portal which had led into the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth
As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under the House, to which access is severely restricted. Expensive glass windows d…, formed in the air. It was five feet high and three feet wide and hovered a couple of inches off the raised stone platform. The end of a yew staff appeared at the bottom, and poked around, finally swinging in a wide arc before disappearing back into the void. A few seconds passed in silently, and then a hard-soled traveling boot came through, followed by one leg of a pair of baggy, maroon trousers. Then, all in a rush, the rest of the person came out – loose, dark purple shirt, tall staff topped with a large crystalline carving of wood, and wide-brimmed black hat above the face of an older, clean-shaven man. He fell the couple inches down to the stone platform, stumbling and nearly falling while uttering a potent series of curses. Following much more nimbly were two women, then another man. While all wore nearly identical clothing, their ages ranged from fifty to seventy, and no two were of the same skin tone, hair style or build.
As all of this happened, 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 casting preparatory spells, one of which allowed him to hear the surface thoughts of others.
The first man who had stumbled through crouched down and awkwardly rubbed his ankle as he looked at the group assembled before him. With a shock, 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 … became aware of the subtle, gilded carvings around the head of his staff, which identified him as Fovery, High Mage of Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash
By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17
Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization..