Turn 217: You must ally with one

When 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 … left in the company of the High Mage Fovery, 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 stayed in the stone pyramid for the night. Even 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 under constant scrutiny of the watchful eyes of the magi and Balewans who stayed with them. 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., being in the heart of a lost realm of magic and knowledge, yet being forbidden by the distrustful Cailena from so much as reading a common book was maddening.

The door lacked any handle and appeared to only open in response to magic, but that was just a trick. The magi were only using hand gestures, not real enchantments requiring arcane words and obscure implements. So while magic powered the operation of the door, no magic was required to open it. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. was good at figuring out tricks and how they worked; it was perhaps his only true talent, so he bided his time throughout the evening, dreaming of the wondrous libraries that no doubt lay secreted throughout this hidden land and watching the comings and goings of the various magi until he had a good mental image of the gesticulations required.

As the evening wound down, the watchers steadily trickled out until all that was left was a youthful apprentice. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. made sure the fellow shared in the feast, and especially the wine, until he began to nod off. Substantial book collections, particularly any that held books of magic, would be heavily protected or warded, but perhaps there would be a nearby residence blessed with a more modest collection of non-arcane tomes that would not be subject to heavy security. Of course, he had committed Professor Garamond’s treatise on ancient wards and how to bypass them to memory. Such an effort would be exceedingly tricky, but perhaps it would prove worth risk? As the young mage began to drift into slumber, 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. edged toward the door.

A massive hand dropped onto his arm and stopped his gradual progress. 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 substantial mitt covered virtually all 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 forearm. The Vhoosch warrior looked down on him and shook his head, his low voice rumbling in a whisper – “balewan.” 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… remembered the mysterious “errands” he 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. had performed 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 – the odd jobs that had earned them more than six months worth of coin for the work of an hour or two. He knew his slight companion was a sophisticated man at home in the warrens and shadows of the city. He also recalled how the small man had dealt with the various traps and hazards that protected the crystal chamber under 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. His fellow traveler was skilled in subtle arts and did not hesitate to take risks. But this was not the place for that. Maybe these magi would not look askance at someone sneaking out to borrow a book late at night, but Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss

Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… knew the balewan guardians would accord no distinction. He may not have understood much about this place, but he understood the nature of warriors like the balewan - if his companions strayed outside the bounds set, the guardians would not hesitate. When his own people were out for a night ride upon the steppes, any small error might doom the raiding party and no chief would tolerate carelessness. The balewan would be similarly focused on their duty to guard the magi of Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash

By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17

Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization. and it would be unwise to test their resolve or watchfulness. 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. locked eyes with easterner and slowly nodded his assent. He would not seek to secretly explore 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. under the cover of night.

Fortunately, the next day brought fresh opportunities to explore the hidden enclave of the magi. While Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … was still absent on some errand for Fovery, new “guides” arrived to show the travelers around 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.. 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 an easy time of if, the magic he shared with his guide immediately allowing a rapport. 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. found the process of making new acquaintances more difficult. He had, admittedly, gone a bit heavy on the questions regarding how the government operated, local libraries, culinary traditions, weather patterns and boot-cut patterns with the first guide who had taken 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… 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. out into the quaint marshlands of the town. The fellow was reluctant to offer much in the way of responses, to the point where Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. suspected the fellow had a speech impediment. But he did not last long, and was shortly replaced by a new guide, who proved even more taciturn than the first. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. suspected this was not a terribly popular assignment. While he did see a good deal of little bridges, wetland environments and lovely looking cottages, he learned relatively little about life in Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash

By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17

Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization.. Still, the fresh air buoyed the spirits 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… 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..

The evenings were productive at least. 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 with a handful of books, and while he was not particularly keen on conversation while engaged in his studies, he did not object 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. looking on silently while he worked. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. watched 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 …’s slow and deliberate work in tending to his own personal book of magic formulae in rapt attention. When 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 … finished with a mundane volume, 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. borrowed it and read each and every page made available to him.

The second day of touring 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. was even more frustrating than the first. An entirely new guide showed up to escort 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 for the day, this time with a note indicating she had recently suffered a magic-related injury to her tongue and vocal cords that made her incapable of speech. She led them on a brief nature walk which carefully avoided any building that looked to be of the remotest interest. 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 once again pondering the prospect of sneaking off to explore on his own when a thought struck him and he called for the guide to pause for a moment. He looked at Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss

Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… momentarily and then spoke to the guide. “I would like to see the training grounds, please.” The guide looked at him in confusion. “I mean the exercise facilities. The magi of Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash

By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17

Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization. have their capable guardians – the balewan. Surely the highly skilled warriors of the balewan must have training facilities? And those can hardly be off-limits to outsiders such as ourselves. A practice facility for perfecting the physical prowess would certainly not contain any mystic resources that would be off-limits to outsiders.” He winked 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… 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.. “My companions are skilled men of action themselves and it would do us a lot of good to stretch our limbs a bit, so why not direct us the exercise yard where we may be suitably impressed by the training regimen of the balewan and properly get in our own daily constitutional? That seems like it would be more productive than another batch of silly questions after all.”

As a mage himself, 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 able to make a lot of his two days in Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash

By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17

Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization.. He always had an escort, and some clearly saw him as one who hadn't earned the right to be there, but the magi saw the Mark on him and treated him as one of their own. 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 …, in turn, saw the Mark on almost everyone, and he realized that Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash

By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17

Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization. didn't have a self-sustaining economy of its own. Despite its seclusion and security, it was almost entirely dependent on the outside world for its basic needs. There were no farmers or shepherds or weavers or cobblers or blacksmiths or any of the other traditional professions one might find in a town this size. Just magi, who had to travel to and from 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. to acquire the tools of survival.

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 …’s ambiguous position in Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash

By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17

Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization. was made evident on multiple occasions. He was allowed to peruse certain spellbooks and other works, but the majority of the libraries were forbidden to him. And the information he was able to get from his escort was less than he would have liked. While he made dinner invitations to multiple magi, none were either accepted or returned.

His exploration of the land itself was unhindered. He studied the hill on which they had arrived, and asked about it. The hill was heavily enchanted, simultaneously enhancing teleportation magic there, and preventing it everywhere else in Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash

By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17

Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization., making it the one and only entrance to the land. He learned that people rarely came or left, except for a few frequent travelers like the High Mage. Others were allowed to travel with permission, but rarely chose 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 … wasn’t able to determine where 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. was geographically, either through magical study of the hill or by asking his escort. That was one of the more closely guarded secrets. The basic nature of the place, on the other hand, was not. 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. was protected, shielded so completely from the world that it was nearly not part of it at all – not entirely, of course, since the smell of the sea pervaded the area even though it couldn’t be seen – but very close. The blurred sun and hazy clouds were part of this, seen as they were through the shield. 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 long walk on the second morning to explore the boundaries of the area. When he arrived at the neighboring town, he found that it wasn't just a strikingly similar place; it was the exact same place. Reality itself was bent and folded here, so that the town 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. could be seen repeated over and over into the distance. No one could ever leave on foot, even though there was no physical boundary.

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 … would sit in quiet contemplation after his various tours. The escort, who named himself Royan, was always friendly, but the mix of trust and mistrust was curious. If 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 one of the brotherhood, and one of a family, then unfettered access to a town was normal, and yet they rarely spoke openly. Control was the word that regularly tumbled into 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 …'s mind – there seemed little chaos in this place. Everything was curiously ordered. 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 … always struggled with concepts of control, not that he was against law and order politically, but because to be a wizard, you had to be extraordinary in terms of creativity and your link to the magic of the word. Allowing your mind to understand complex forces was a difficult act that required self efficacy, rationalization and focus, combined with creativity, chaos and breaking rules to invent and evolve new uses for ancient techniques. Therefore, to live in a place of such restriction seemed an unlikely paradox.

The library building, on its face, looked like all of the other townhouses. 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 … knew there were other, more illustrious libraries. There had to be, as many of the books were common, similar to what he might find in any major city. He still wanted to sit and read every book, and was surprised to be allowed access to books of magic as well. He offered to pay and asked what he could offer, but Royan insisted that they were free and open for his use.

That evening, 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 …'s was at his most focused, and perhaps rudest, as he hurriedly ate a little food while still reading the book, like a child with a new toy, shutting down most conversation with monosyllabic responses and closed answers. He barely 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. standing over his shoulder. The runic writing was a joy 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 …. He loved this type of learning, following the patterns in his own mind, undoing problems, learning subtle ways to twist current knowledge, to assimilate the spells and details into his own growing knowledge base. In truth, the spells he acquired and copied into his own spellbook were not overly powerful, but 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 … studied them as if they were at the limits of his power. He loved acquiring, adding, expanding. 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 in his element. Studying was his real passion, perhaps even more than the casting of spells and magic he learned. It made him want to stay, hungry to be accepted and study further, to speak freely with like minds.

That said, so much 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. was curious to him. The sky and shielding, but mostly where he was. Could he teleport back? He would have to practice somehow. The economy 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. was also curious to him. He had studied tax and commerce with his father and uncle, who had realized he was not a fighter many years before. Perhaps magical generation of the food and water was part of everyday living, but that was more in the realm of those like Haralen. If it was not created, it would have to come somewhere. He watched the portal for carts, and saw none, but there were signs that they'd been there in the past. Perhaps that was one mystery solved. Then how did they pay? Did the wizards create gold? For if many stayed in Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash

By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17

Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization., either someone was philanthropic in the extreme, or there was an export. Perhaps in services. This side of things 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 more eager to discuss 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., and began to come back out of his shell.

Fovery looked distracted when he came for 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 …. 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 just glad to be outside. Two days cooped up with Reinath had been trying, even if there had been signs that his treatment was working. He'd relinquished Fovery's amulet and the silk cloth, and was happy enough to walk for a while in silence. The sky was clear, a solid blue with the haziest clouds scattered about. The sun, disturbingly, was huge and diffuse, like it was seen through a sheet of fine silk. The path was much clearer than it had been that foggy night when he'd last been outside, and the walk felt shorter in consequence. 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. was built on marshland, with an endless network of small streams and rivulets, crossed by stone bridges. The center was characterized by oddly-shaped, but strangely mundane buildings. In the distance between the hills, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

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

“I hope you found what you wanted,” Fovery said, finally breaking the silence. “Later, I’d like to ask you what you learned from Reinath, but I don't have as much time as I'd like right now.” He opened the magical door to the pyramidal structure 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 left two days prior, nodding to a broad man dressed wearing the traveling clothing Fovery had worn when he'd first met them. His demeanor suddenly returned to what it had been, and he entered the building, which was still occupied by 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 friends. Other doors were open now, showing the place to be larger than just one room. “I'm sorry I have to step out for a bit. Please continue to make yourselves at home, and walk outside if you'd like. It's a nice day. I promise I'll return.” With that, he left.

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. jumped up from his seat, sprang toward Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … and grabbed the priest's hand. “Preceptor! It is good to see you again! I feared the wonders 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. had led you down a rabbit hole.” He looked carefully at the larger man's face, seeking any sign of a problem or hidden signal​, but all he found was a tired smile and a sigh of relief. “What in the name of the Zioth have you been up to?”

​“My friend, I am so glad to see you again. I was afforded an opportunity to care for the unwell of this place. My goal was to judge these people by how they treat their needy. And I am now satisfied.” 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 … greeted each of his companions in turn, checking on their health and whether they had eaten before seating himself and sharing with them where he had been for two days.

Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. sat and listened attentively to Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …'s tale, interjecting only a few times, to keep the stout priest on track when his tale lost focus, and to ask for additional details about the worms the priest had used in his treatment of the afflicted mage, and about the dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

Last updated for turn 216

There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. that had caused the odd disease. When 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 story ended, 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. closed his eyes for a moment to mentally file away the tale for future reference before he spoke again.

“Though I am not sure all of us have spent our time in Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash

By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17

Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization. quite so profitably as you, Preceptor, we have tried to explore and study a little. I have done my best to recall what I may have read about the War of Magics, but that is precious little I fear, and I believe I have recalled all that I could possibly dredge up from my prior readings. I do not believe Lord Belazan's memory enhancing spell will add anything further, but I would like your input as we have reached a decision point I believe.” 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. flexed his hands into his meditation position. “I spoke with the Lords 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. honestly about our arrival here, but I have not yet relayed all that we know.” He turned his gaze back upon 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 …. “I perceived that was intended to be your counsel, valiant servant 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. When you thought I might speak too plainly you spoke up - I gathered that was your intent was it not?”

​“I reacted only to my feelings, sir. You were clever enough to interpret my actions and see a message to you that I was not even aware I was sending.”

“So it was your intent that I be circumspect in what I said? It appears I guessed correctly. I had hoped to seek your wisdom on the matter so I have been awaiting for your return before I address the the questions of the Lords.”

​The broad man smiled sheepishly at the ground, taking the statement as flattery, which he was not used to. “My wisdom needed time to bloom.”

“I do not understand all the pieces yet, nor in all humility, would I expect another to do better with the various fragments of information we have available to us. We have discovered at least three prophecies. Whether they be entirely different or linked I cannot say for such accounts are intentionally vague, perhaps so that the seers of history could claim to have seen the future no matter what the outcome. Yet for my part I cannot distrust lady Mia. She and her kin told us that we must pick an ally if we wish to fulfill our destiny - '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 will not welcome you, nor those of the hidden peninsula, but you must ally with one to enter by a familiar route.' I cannot imagine allying ourselves with 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 given their efforts to slay us.” He looked down and ran his hand over the sheathed kukri on his belt. “No, more than a mere effort. I will not forgive them for the death of Lord 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.. But I fear our goals might not be compatible with those 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. - or at least not all of them. My apologies 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 …, but I am not sure what to make of Lord Belazan and his servitors. He is amiable enough, the same cannot be said for Magi Cailena, but I am not sure he sees the larger picture that we do. He seems overly focused on the upcoming Battle of the Magics, which is understandable on a certain level but irrelevant in the larger scheme of things. He dwells on saving Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash

By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17

Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization. without regard for the news we have bore them - namely that all the realm is locked in a time loop. What good would it do for 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. to succeed in winning the war once when it has already lost over a thousand times and might be destined to lose again ten thousand more times unless the cycle is broken. Based on the prophecies, our duty might be to end the cycle using the pieces of the Zioth and the chamber of eternity to do so. We will need help gaining access to the pieces of the Zioth and returning to a point in the timeline where they can be collected and made use of. It may be that some of the pieces our last in our era, but still extant during this time period. Thus, we may need to combine resources from across the ages in order to free the world.”

Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … sat and listened in wonder. The very notion that the Zioth could be broken boggled his mind before he even contemplated what part they could play in it.

Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. wet his lips from a nearby cup of wine, which may or may not have been his. “Forgive me 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 …, but I am assuming you are a part of this now if you are willing. The Preceptor has determined we can put our faith in you and his judgement is certainly better than mine. But you should ponder the limits to which you might go. By the words of the Mad, our road will be dangerous and return us 'elsewhere.' That may mean moving through time again. 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 … - would you follow us into the future, or at least your future if our path led us there? Ponder the possibility that you might be the key to saving or restoring 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. in another age - would you leave your home behind to fulfill that fate?”

While 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 … pondered the surprising question, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. continued speaking. “I would have your advice on a few points. First, what should we decide about the Lords 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.? It seems to me Lord Belazan cares for saving his realm and winning a war only, and perhaps not for our affairs or the fate of the Zioth. I have not had the opportunity to observe much of Lord Fovery, but you have Perceptor. In whom should be place our trust and try to forge an alliance?”

​“The wizard Fovery is at his foundation a man with a good heart.​ I feel that he has known cruelty and wrong-doing, but now that he is powerful, it pleases him to repair these wrongs in the world. If we can ally, I see a steadfast aide to our cause, with all the resources 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. - since the survival of Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash

By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17

Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization. is the prize. I know little yet of the wizard Belazan, except that he makes me uncomfortable.”

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. “That is exactly the sort of insight I hoped to hear from you. I can be a rash fellow, and I trust your judgment more than my own when it comes to choosing the correct path in these sorts of matters.”

“Second, I had an opportunity to meditate and recall my readings but in truth I know extremely little of the Battle of the Magicsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Battle of the Magics (577)

Belazan: The conflict dates back to the beginning of time, and has little to do with magic. I imagine the first men to craft arrow heads out of stone were feared and hated by their enemies, and the weapons themselves viewed with suspicion. Nothing changed when mages began to hire themselves out to princes and kings. The kingdom with more power was hated, but that hatred couldn't target an entire kingdom. To do so would be to admit inferiority. Instead, the weapons… - only the outcome as it were, but that is the information the lords of this realm appear to be most interested in. We can share what little we know in hopes of forging an alliance, but more of what we have learned of late relates to the cycle of the Zioth rather than the war between the faiths of the realm and magi of Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash

By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17

Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization.. Lord Belazan has suggested I submit to a memory enhancing spell, but I do not full understand the impact of such magic and I am unsure it would allow me to recall anything more than the scant information I have about the war. Preceptor, from what you have relayed to us of your experiences, you are regrettably familiar with magic that influences the mind. Would this be safe? Would you watch over me to protect me with your wisdom and Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism

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

Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of's blessing? 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 …, I do not wish to put you in a difficult position, but do you know anything of these enchantments that could help me understand how the process would work? I depend on my mind for my trade and have precious little else beyond 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 … had undergone the ritual himself. While it was not pleasant, it hadn't done any permanent harm. He said as much.

“Lastly, this is what I would propose telling the Lords 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.:

• In our time, it is common knowledge the Battle of Magics had the magi on 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. on one side with the rest of the world on the other - but that is according to the accounts of the winner.
• The 'other side' as it were consisted, and was led in part by, the priesthoods of this era - certainly 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 and the Andrithansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
  
  Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
  
  Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of, and probably others. The churches used their own magic to fight the war, though the surviving religious organizations do not admit they wielded their own magic in the conflict.
• The story told by the surviving churches describe the war as a battle between the forces of good and magi who wielded evil, unholy and manipulative magic powers. My reading of the religious texts suggested it was really about the balance of power.
• The conflict was brewing for years before it finally erupted, with growing tensions between the various powers in the world. There are varying accounts of what initiated the war, ranging from a dispute between a magi and powerful merchant to the sudden recall of all magi from the courts of the realm. We have no idea if there was in fact one precipitating event.
• The 'forces of good' won the conflict. Many battles took place, but I never found detailed descriptions. The fights are described in poetry that is hard to translate into concrete descriptions. Following the end of the war, magic was eliminated from the world. It might have been a gradual process, as some of the churches continued to wield their own divine magic for a time.
• The start of the war appears to be nigh. When we stumbled out of the time chamber we encountered an enclave of 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 priests. They immediately accused me of being a magi, and Mr. Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
  
  Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… my balewan and the priest ranted about the evil magi of Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash
  
  By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17
  
  Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization. and their plots against the house. The tensions within 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 at least made us think a conflict was imminent.
• 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 uses powerful songs in their magic.
• The Battle of the Magicsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Battle of the Magics (577)
  
  Belazan: The conflict dates back to the beginning of time, and has little to do with magic. I imagine the first men to craft arrow heads out of stone were feared and hated by their enemies, and the weapons themselves viewed with suspicion. Nothing changed when mages began to hire themselves out to princes and kings. The kingdom with more power was hated, but that hatred couldn't target an entire kingdom. To do so would be to admit inferiority. Instead, the weapons… has been waged a thousand times, and 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. has lost. Just winning it once will not change the cycle, resulting in only a temporary respite. Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash
  
  By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17
  
  Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization. could be destroyed ten thousand more times unless the cycle of the Zioth is changed.
• We may have traveled across the years to learn how to end the cycle.
• We discovered a pair of prophecies that seem to match, but that we do not yet understand.
• One of the Mad told us we needed to ally with either 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 or those 'of the peninsula' and that doing so would lead us to travel across the years again.
• One prophecy says - /'A secret is a secret is a secret. A truth is a secret is a truth. A truth is a truth is a lie. A Zioth is a lie. A Zioth is a truth. A Zioth is a secret. Five moons. Why? Four is too many, six is too few. A briefer Zioth is an end. A Voice is a focus. A Voice is an end. A Voice is magic. Magic is a lie. The better end or the worse? Two paths, one end. One path, unless there is Change. Change is a lie. Change is a secret. Is there one event that can change 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.? A 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. is a lie. A truth is a truth is a lie. A truth is a secret is a truth. A secret is a secret is a secret.'
• A second says -'Two paths to one end, one final, the other limitless, The Voice becomes the whole, A second path, beyond the ninety-first, A secret protected is a secret gained.'
• We could use the wisdom of the great magi here to understand the prophecies and learn how to permanently change the path of the Zioth.

“You have thought this out completely,” complemented their healer. “I believe there is no harm in helping these people. l believe they must advance and change for the better in order to survive, for if they do not, their fate is already written. I agree we should share with them what we know, though I am reluctant to share what we do not know.” 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. cast a confused look at the priest. “I would rather travel to a temple and contemplate the meaning of the prophecy with the Mother before deciding whether to bring it to the wizards. And certainly mention nothing of the Mad for now. A secret organization would certainly frown upon outsiders with knowledge of them, and I know not of what Belazan is capable.”

“So your recommendation is to share what we know, but leave out the vague prophecies?”

​”Just so.”

“I can certainly see the inherent sensibility in that approach. Sharing what is currently no better than gibberish with the magi will not aid them. But then what shall I do regarding this 'memory-enhancement' trick that Belazan has recommended? I did not want to submit my mind to it without your eyes watching over me.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …'s expression quickly changed to blank, then to worry. “You alone have fought against evil magics designed to warp the mind, and while I do not suspect the spell they are offering is anything of that sort, I would feel better having you at my side. But, from what little bit I have gleaned, this enchantment could permit the caster to read my mind - would it not?”

“Read it?” He envisioned long and gnarled fingers flipping through pages of a book, the binding of which resembling his friend's face. “They would see the thoughts inside of your head?”

“If that is case, there would be no holding anything back, including the vague and partial prophecies I have stumbled across. Also, I might reveal something that could change the course of history - at least for this cycle - in a dire way.”

“Submit to their magic, and potentially lose control of the situation. Isn't that it? You won't know what you are telling … showing them. Writing for them?” The analogy had gotten away from him. ​ “Should I tell them the plain truth? That I have spent the last two days meditating and collecting my thoughts and that I believe the the spell is unnecessary? And further I will share what little I know of the conflict?”

“And hope they don't decide to enhance your memory anyhow.” 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 … turned to 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., 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 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…, searching for their feelings on the matter in their expressions.​

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 following along directly. “It is really a matter of trust, gentlemen. These are good people. You are with Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash

By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17

Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization., or not.” He shrugged. “I think if Belazan was intent on reading your mind he probably could try, perhaps while you slept. So why not partake? If there is enhancement to be had, then this could be very beneficial. Besides , if you are not with us, who are you 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 … didn't mind saying with us. He had not chosen the words deliberately, intently, but nor did he mind using them. “Go for it!”

“Easy to say for someone who has been in the world for more than a month,” 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 … spoke sombrely, but then perked up as he changed his attitude: “So I suppose we should use such a person as our guide.” He cast a smile 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 …, then 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., “If you do it, I will be there with you. Trust me when I say, I can protect you.”

“Then I will offer what I know, and not what is mere speculation. I will agree to undergo the memory charm if requested, though I will note I that it is probably unnecessary because I have used to my own mundane methods to recall every fact I know.”

As if on cue, or perhaps quite literally on cue, the doorway appeared, letting bright sunlight and a cool breeze into the sterile room. A Balewan entered with a tray of food – crusty loaves of sourdough, cow's milk, baked strips of various root vegetables and glazed pastry that smelled of apples and some unfamiliar berry – and quietly placed it on the table, giving 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… a brief, assessing glance. A mage entered behind him, short and very fat, with pinpoint eyes and thick gray-brown hair that fell over his shoulders. He immediately went for the couch, and sat down near one end, spreading his legs and arms out so that he took up even more space than his natural girth would require. He assessed the platter of food but took nothing, and only after that did he look up and smile at the others in the room.

“It's good to finally meet you, travelers.” He made a single sound, a fragment of a laugh, at something he found funny about what he'd said. “It's good to finally meet you, and you too, Arnell Trent. It's not often we see a wanderer of your limited experience – no offense, I mean it in an academic sense alone – in Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash

By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17

Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization.. 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 …, welcome. I heard you've been busy. Guillaumeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume

Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance., I welcome you. 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…, you as well – it hasn't escaped us – some of us – well, me, actually – that you're no ordinary Balewan. And of course 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. Wren, you're the reason I'm here. You see, I'm the – oh, I never told you my name. How rude of me. My name is Seito Salis – yes, my parents enjoyed alliteration a bit too much. My full name in fact is Seito Seris Salis. There's a joke in there somewhere, but you'd have to know more about my parents and their parents and the place where I was born, and its history and all that, and I'm not here to bore you to death. I – where was I? I was about to… Oh yes, I'm 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.'s foremost expert on memory magic, and I will be the one – assuming you consent – to perform the ritual that Belazan told you about. There will be preparations, of course, and I want to make sure everything goes smoothly from start to finish.” He took a breath, as if he were about to say more, but just smiled instead.

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. bowed before the new arrival. “I will consent, if you so desire. The ritual sounds like a fascinating process but in all candor I do not believe it will be of much assistance. I have my own mundane methods of recall, and I have spent the last day and a half applying those principles. At this point, I can recall all that I have ever learned and will share what I know freely. As deeply curious as I am about your ritual, I would not ask you to waste your efforts or power either.”

“Oh, don't worry about any of that. You're to be given top priority. Top priority. I'm sure your methods are excellent, but magic – and if your recall is as good as you say it is, and I have no doubt about that, the ritual will only build on that.” Seito clapped his hands together loudly. “I'm so glad you've decided to participate. Everything will be ready in a few hours. All you have to do for now is eat, rest, and….” With some difficulty, he reached into his own pocket. He had to lift himself up slightly off the couch to do so. He pulled out silver flask with simple patterns etched onto it, and popped open the steel clasp that held a soft rubber cork in place. “And drink this. It has to work its way through your body before we can start. Don't worry – it won't harm you, and it actually tastes kind of nice.”

Having undergone this ritual himself, 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 familiar with the drink, a mixture of bitter and sweet, with an aftertaste of unripe fruit. The silver from the flask reacted with the other ingredients over the course of a year, to produce a mixture that had made him slightly less steady on his feet for a few hours, but otherwise had done him no harm.

Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … stood shoulder-to-shoulder with his comrade. “I hope you will understand, reader of thoughts, that from the time 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. takes this draught, we will remain at his side. If you have anything to tell us of the upcoming thingamajig, you had better tell us first. No surprises.” After a suspicious glare, he broke off to examine the new and delicious contents of the table.

“Of course! You're all welcome to observe. It won't all be pleasant, but it will be worth it. It will be worth it. I've had the ritual performed on me six, no seven times, eight if you count the – while perfecting it, and nearly all the magi have as well, including Arnell Trent here. It's a mind-opening experience. Your friend will be in a comfortable bed, and everything will go smoothly. Now drink up, so we don't delay! Preparations are already underway.”

Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. pulled the loose cork and sniffed at the liquid inside. It had an acrid, fruity smell, as well as something faintly metallic. Probably, some of the silver from the flask had dissolved into the liquid. It didn't smell like any poison he knew, though the strong odor could mask many of them. His knowledge of obscure writings told him that silver was often used in magical rituals, but in far larger amounts than could possibly have been dissolved. Though he'd once read a book entitled, “a Witch’s Guide to Potions,” which he'd assumed at the time was entirely fiction and satire. There was a passage that described how to dissolve metals in lime, and combine with silver and a list of ingredients that made 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 stomach turn, to lower one’s resistance to hypnotic suggestion and magic. Though he wasn't sure he smelled any lime. There was no way to know without spending a lot of time experimenting and analyzing, and Seito was staring at him eagerly, and nodding encouragement.

Well he was committed at this point, 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 … was here to help if anything went wrong. Full of doubt, 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 the flask to his lips and drained it. The taste was not altogether unpleasant, though he immediately felt slightly dizzy and had to sit down.

“Excellent!” Seito said with a clap of his hands. “Don't worry, the dizziness is normal. Perfectly normal. You'll get your balance back soon enough. Now all you have to do is rest, and someone will come to fetch you this evening. Help me up.” The Balewan left his silent post by the wall and grasped both of Seito's wrists. With some difficulty, due to the wizard's poor footing rather than any lack of strength on the part of the Balewan, he lifted Seito to his feet. “This will be a valuable experience for you,” he said 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 headed for the wall where the door would form, 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. was inclined to agree. “Few outsiders ever get to experience it. I will see you this evening!” The wizard waved his hand to make the door appear, and left.

Sorry about the six month delay! It's been a crazy half year for me, but things are finally settling down.

• Last modified: 2017-09-10 18:05 by Eli