The group awoke the next morning to find High Mage Fovery gone. In his place was a letter written in small, practical handwriting, practiced to conserve space, which was odd for someone who surely had no lack of ink or paper. 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 … read the letter aloud:
“I am forced to address some pressing business, but I know now that you are fully capable of undertaking this venture on your own. The town of Gaping is roughly one mile to the west. You should have no trouble spotting it from the top of any tall hill. I recommend you learn what you can about the cave known as the Mouth before entering, and that you proceed with caution. Perhaps one of the locals can serve as a guide. Do not reveal your purpose, as the reaction may be unfavorable towards you, and rumors travel faster than magic. I will return when I am able.”
The letter was unsigned.
Following Fovery's instructions, the group trekked out to the west. It was easy to spot the wisps of smoke coming out of the roof-holes. The air indoors would be a lot more breathable once fireplaces and chimneys were invented.
It was immediately obvious how much the party would stand out here. They passed children gathering berries from the thorny bushes that dominated the foliage, and adults digging up carrots, and long, brown root vegetables that were unfamiliar to everyone. Almost without exception, the people stared, and then dropped their heads and resumed their work. They were all fair-haired and green eyed, slight of build, and the tallest among them was under five and a half feet. 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…, with his towering presence, shaved head, gray eyes and heavily tattooed skin, was intensely alien to them.
As they drew closer to Gaping proper, it became clear that few visitors passed through here. There was no obvious inn among the spread-out cottages. Every cottage had its own garden with leafy vegetables that needed more active care than what was gathered from the craggy hills, and there were no stables anywhere, the few donkeys either in active use, or tied to posts. There were a couple of larger buildings near the center of town, smoke coming from the roofs in great billows instead of little wisps, and one house near the edge stood out as a smithy, both from the noise, and the fact that one wall was an open flap of cloth.
“Hello, madame,” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … smiled and spoke gently to a woman in the road. “Good morning,” he offered an onlooker. Curious. Perhaps they spoke a different language. After a minute, he tried something different. He approached a man dumping the contents of a barrow at the side of a simple house and spoke to him in Sarnamplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigLanguage
Rouch
Rouch is the vernacular, or common tongue, spoken throughout Rang. Because of Rang's influence, it's also a trade language in the surrounding kingdoms.
Sarnam
Sarnam is the “old tongue,” spoken by the priests of Andritha. Most of the nobly-born are familiar with the language.. Everyone in the party who understood him recognized his choice of words, largely snippets from religious texts and songs which he remembered. “Forgive us our ignorance, humble us our arrogance. Blessing of the Mother shower upon you as the rain. But is this great city that is know as the Gaping?” Fortunately, no one here was likely to understand him, apart from the friendly body language.
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 as the friendly priest hailed the first locals who passed by without success. 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 to see any glint of recognition in response to the words in Sarnamplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigLanguage
Rouch
Rouch is the vernacular, or common tongue, spoken throughout Rang. Because of Rang's influence, it's also a trade language in the surrounding kingdoms.
Sarnam
Sarnam is the “old tongue,” spoken by the priests of Andritha. Most of the nobly-born are familiar with the language., but there was nothing.
As 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 … made a gesture of parting and rejoined the little traveling company, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. gathered them together with a little wave. “Pursuant to the recommendation of the High Mage, I believe it important we mention nothing regarding a piece of the Zioth, a skull sealed with metal or anything of the like. I think it best if we introduce ourselves as a small group of traveling scholars, out on a jaunt to explore this portion of the world and write a small treatise on it perhaps? I think that is in fact, very close to the truth, for all of us are indeed seeking something. It occurs to me I might express an interest in their local customs, as the High Mage indicated they used the cave we seek in some sort of right of passage. If you are amenable Mr. 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 …, might we identify you as a sponsor of this little expedition? It would make sense that son of successful family might further his education by taking an exploratory trip with a common scholar, your spiritual adviser and a pair of guards. We will attempt a little investigation before we decide on our purpose. If it turns out the people of Gaping worship 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 and attach some religious significance to the cave, then we could perhaps suggest that 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 … wishes to view this site. If we are in accord, then let us descend into the town and see if perhaps we can identify a common language.”
“Oh, that's good. A treatise it is. Nothing I am concerned about, though, as I am too busy looking after the spiritual needs of my sponsor, and perhaps a look at this legendary site.” the priest rehearsed. “But you might think about doing the talking,” he looked at Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers.. “Of all of us, you fit in here the most.” He gestured to Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers.'s light hair and hazel eyes.
Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume
Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness. came close and added, “we don't look well off. Our clothes are more fitting to the period, but wouldn't we be on horse if we were well off?”
“Just float instead of walk.” 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 … straightened up and moved with the grace of a fat dancer.
The town of Gaping was small, housing just a few hundred people spread out over a large area. There were no lettered signs anywhere, nor religious symbols 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. recognized, but there were carvings in wood depicting animals, people and small scenes. It wasn't at all clear how or whether the carvings matched the purpose of any place.
Fortunately, while the fair haired people here didn't write, they did speak the language that would one day be known as Rouche. They apparently just didn't speak with strangers.
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. drummed his fingers on his waist as he watched 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 … trudge back from an unsuccessful effort to hail a somewhat grubby looking fellow who appeared to be doing something vaguely agricultural near a low stone wall. Whatever the fellow was doing wasn't entirely clear, 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 mentally chalked it up to one of the hundreds of duties a farmer frequently complained about to his family and hands even though a proper crop rotation formula would have been far more useful to his livelihood. It was normal for common folk to be taciturn about travelers, particularly those who bore the marks of a different class, but the reticence of these particular locals was bordering on the fanatical.
Finding a youth might work, they often remained more open-minded than their elders. But given that Gaping appeared to be a such a small community, the consequences for the young one might linger long after this visit was over. 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. understood how difficult not fitting in could be. No reason to make it worse.
His gaze lingered on the rotund form of Andrithanplugin-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 priest approaching and settled on the broad and honest looking face of Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …. When the priest was not attempting to be arch, a sight 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. cringe, he positively radiated a sense of amiability and – in all candor – the aura of a common man.
When all else failed, coin never did. Somewhere in Gaping there would be an alehouse and a publican therein who no doubt highly valued community standards, but 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 certain it would be easier to find a piece of the Zioth then it would be to find an innkeeper whose interest was not swayed by a customer with a heavy purse. With some coin 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 …'s guileless grin, a path forward may yet be found. “Come good Preceptor,” he called out in a jolly voice, “I think we should head into the heart of the village and seek out a drink and some provisions rather than discomfort this fine folk who are unused to conversing with strangers.”
The village was strangely uniform, no denser in one part than another, except at the edges, where it slowly faded into the countryside. The group got a fair tour of the place while looking for an inn, and were met with everything from indifference, to quiet hostility, to curiosity. 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 … did manage brief conversations with people here and there, especially younger folk. One thought the peddler had arrived early this year. 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 … didn't pry for information; he squandered most of his encounters simply trying to be pleasant and friendly, asking simple questions, and volunteering information about the various members of his own group, even 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.. As wildly different as they all were, he wanted to make them seem just like normal, relatable folk.
When they accidentally went clear across town, 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 … noticed an odd site – a small camp set up under a crag. It was too close to belong to a hunter or trapper. 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. pointed out that some communities forced lepers or people with other communicable diseases to live away from the settlement until their sickness passed.
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 convinced, and started out to the neatby settlement until Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume
Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness. called to him, “Preceptor! Let us explore the town first. If there is disease there, they may not let you back in.” After a brief struggle, he decided to stay with the others. There would be time to vanquish disease later.
It eventually became clear that Gaping didn't have inns as such. People brought goods into the homes of others and came out with different items, so commerce here had to be mostly barter, but if there was a peddler, coin still had some value. There were a few larger buildings here and there, which didn't stand out at all until 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 … noticed the condition of the paths outside their doors. Many people came in and out of these huts, so they likely served as public gathering places.
“Why not go in?” he suggested 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.. “There may be no inn, but sure there is a public house. We could mingle with the locals.”
The building, like every other one in town, was made of stone. Trees were uncommon here, but large rocks littered the hilly country. From a distance, the door looked like it was made of wood, but it was actually woven strips of leather, only reinforced with wood. 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 … pulled open the door and stepped inside.
He found himself in a single, large room with a smoldering fire pit in the center. Most of the smoke found its way to the vent in the ceiling, but there was enough left to give the air a light haze. The pit and the two cauldrons above it were absently tended by an old man and two old women, sitting on wicker chairs. Around the room were other chairs, but mostly there were dozens and dozens of thick straw mats. One chair was dyed with a random-seeming pattern of blue, green and purple.
The man and women, who had been chatting about something before, were now staring at the strange priest, who was several inches taller and quite a bit heavier than anyone else in Gaping.
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 … drew in a deep breath and smiled. He could smell the contents of cauldrons, mingled with the warm and dirty air. It brought him back to a happy time. “Good sir, good madams, may we come in?” He took the stunned silence as admission, and made his way to a straw mat close to the old man. “What a fine, fine place you have here. Just what we need. We are travellers, you know. And how good it does us to rest our tired feet! Oh!” he exclaimed in relief as one boot came off and hit the floor, then the other. “My friends here, 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 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., are scholars. 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 … is writing a treat about, uh… Well, I will let him tell you. I am a priest 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, and their happy companion. Now, don't be alarmed, but we have the most sizable of companions who we met on our travels. He turned to see Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume
Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness. in the doorway. “That is Guillaumeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume
Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness., our defender, and,” he waited for the Vhooch to duck in through the doorway, “that is 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….” 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 … forced a big smile, and looked at the Gaping locals to make sure there was no panic. Not that he had a plan if there was panic.
Their reactions at first were of feigned indifference. They looked over each of the travelers, keeping their expressions as stoic as possible, which was not very. One of the women, who wore a blue scarf over her head to hide the thin hair and crusted scalp (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 … recognized the condition even though most of her hair was hidden) seemed to disapprove of the very presence of the strangers, but the other two were more friendly. It was the man, whose mostly gray hair was trimmed close to the scalp, lip and chin, who was the first to smile and speak. “We get very few travelers here, and none like you, not that I remember anyway.” His voice was gravely, but the pitch was varied and tightly controlled; he could have been a singer in his youth. “You are way too early for the first story, but please, sit and wait with us, and tell us yours.”
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 forward to join 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 … in order to draw attention from his fiercer looking traveling companions. The priest had, in his own inimitable, stumbling and amiable way, managed to break the ice within the common room. The slim man bowed slightly. “We would be delighted. Though if you hope for stories of bravery, danger and derring-do, I am afraid we might - or least I might,” gesturing with his head to excuse his taller companions, “disappoint on that front. Our trip is mostly one of exploration, for there are too few proper accounts of the world at large and there is no reason one should dwell in fear of the unknown.” He paused and winked briefly. “But we did run afoul of some unfamiliar custom followed by a band of rather uncivil 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 some time ago, and I suppose found a little bit of excitement could be found in that.” With one more slight bow, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. took the invitation and settled into one of the empty seats, gesturing for the others to join him.
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 … listened quietly for most 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 story, rubbing his feet and enjoying the rest. The wizards' enchanted swamp had been nice – some of it – but he never felt like he could relax until now.
The small audience listened with rapt attention to Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers.'s story, which detailed their flight from the city which one day would be called 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. A few times, a head shook in disapproval, or one or another of them smirked, as if 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 telling the story wrong. He wasn't sure what their objection could have been. But they were a good audience nonetheless. When he finished, the short-cropped man said, “Good story, even if your methods are strange. I haven't heard that one before, or any like it. I bet you could be a Storyteller if you worked at it. What do you think, Iohe?”
The third person was older than the other two, but she had a strength to her. She was no invalid, even though her skin sagged over her slim figure and her hair was yellow-white. “They can stay,” she said. “I don't know what you're used to, but here, most stories are told when it's dark and everyone is back from the hills. Before you return to wherever you sleep, you should listen to a few.”
Light snoring indicated at least one of their members was already asleep.
Guillaumeplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume
Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness. frowned thoughtfully. “What should we do about a bed, then?”
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 … snorted and looked up groggily. ”Bed? These fine people will tell us where we must go to find a bed. We have coin. Do you take coin? Or trade? We would like some of this - it smells wonderful!“
“This you can have for free,” Iohe said. “As for trade, some take coin, most take goods, but few have room for strangers.”
“I'm afraid she's right,” the man said, dipping a wooden bowl into the stew. “One or two of you might find a bed for the night, but not all five. You can make your own shelter – the peddler sets up a canvas roof over his wagon when he comes through, and that woman sleeps out in the hills somewhere – or try the Polies, though your luck might not be any better.” He handed 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 … first bowl, and filled another.
“Who goes into the hills?” Gill inquired. “What do they do there?” He looked around and saw that the answer was obvious. The gardens in town weren't big enough to feed everyone, and a variety of scrounged tubers floated around in the stew.
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 and smiled. “We can make due certainly, we are used to the road after all and this place is far more pleasant than the places we have weathered recently. I would dearly love to stay and hear one of the stories you have spoken of. I am afraid my own efforts fell short, but I did not intend to offer a formal tale - merely a short recitation of our recent travels. I might like to try again, with a real story this time, once we have seen how to perform it properly.”
“Stay until nightfall, and you'll hear a proper story. Stay long enough, and you may be a story.”
They made smalltalk until they'd finished their stew, and then discussed what to do next. There were several hours until nightfall, 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 getting antsy. He had to assume that the “Polies” were Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka
This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.
Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because Polinakas pray for it to rise each night. Spring comes only when Polinakas p…, and he'd always wanted to meet one. There had been Malethorpeiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Mad
Description
In the year 577, the Mad are people exiled from civilization, due to their unusual, and sometimes dangerous, behavior. They spend a lot of time in trances or asleep, though there are periods of lucidity, and they occasionally speak in riddles. These riddles are considered by many to be prophesy, and some seek out the Mad in order to learn of their own futures or pasts., of course, but he could hardly be said to have met the man, as absorbed as he'd been in his madness.
The elders were willing to give 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. directions to the Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka
This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.
Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because Polinakas pray for it to rise each night. Spring comes only when Polinakas p…, who lived outside of town, but he got the impression that they weren't quite trusted, or at least they were seen as outsiders. Nothing new there. It seemed if you weren't short, thin, fair haired and from a Gaping family at least a hundred generations old, you were an outsider.
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… shook 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 … awake, as the priest had started to doze off again, and they set out through Gaping again. The Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka
This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.
Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because Polinakas pray for it to rise each night. Spring comes only when Polinakas p… lived nearly at the opposite end of town from Fovery's magical tent, and far from that strange camp they'd found in the crags. They left the last hut behind and walked a mile or two out into the hills. Then, from a hilltop dotted with stunted trees and small shrubs, they saw what had to be the Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka
This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.
Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because Polinakas pray for it to rise each night. Spring comes only when Polinakas p…'… could it be called a village? It was a single long, curved building, like a sickle, with a cultivated courtyard in the middle. Leafy vegetables, rare in this rocky land, grew around the edges, and a single tree stood in the middle, around fifteen feet tall, making it the tallest tree any of them had seen here. It grew narrow, spiky leaves, and possibly some kind of fruit.
There were people, too, the same thin, fair-haired folk who lived in Gaping. Some tended the gardens. Some worked afield in small patches of cultivated land. A group of them stood around the tree with their eyes closed, and surely, even more were inside. So far, 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., 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 the others had not been noticed.
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 in consideration of the commune. “They seem peaceful enough. I would like to learn more about them. They might have a place we can stay for the night - but it is getting late for making friends. What do you think?”
“It is never too late to make friends Preceptor, though I suppose it can wait until the morrow.” Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. smiled. “Alas, patience has never been my strong suit and from the little bit of reading I have done on the Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka
This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.
Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because Polinakas pray for it to rise each night. Spring comes only when Polinakas p…, they were a good deal more open-minded and less dour than your average 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.” He frowned slightly. “Unless you think approaching them might offend the residents we met earlier. I would like to hear how they tell stories.”
“No, I don't think we would offend them. Although I do feel like I owe them a debt for their hospitality. I would like to go back, too. But I would also like to go forward. Hmm. Our biggest concern is a place to sleep. It certainly couldn't hurt to ask here, could it? Let's ask here, and maybe return to Gaping for stories before we turn in.”
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … 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. descended from the hilltop, leaving 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…, Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume
Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. Gil’s voice is deep and his bearing is soldier straight. In his clear, blue eyes, one sees an odd humility and an unexpected kindness. and 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 … behind. Such a large group of strangers had stood out too much in Gaping. Maybe two could make a less imposing impression. Besides, 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… didn't want to give up his ideal vantage point, where he could see everything going on in the commune at once.
They were noticed soon enough, and one man left the group around the tree to meet them half way. He walked slowly, but his eyes were on them the entire time. He was taller than most around here, which is to say an inch or two shorter than Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. and a handbreadth shorter than 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 …. Yellow-blond hair circled the edges of his head, leaving the top bare. He called out, “I see you enter from the east.”
Something was familiar about that line, 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 … thought, and the way he emphasized the cadence… Yes, it was the first line of a responsive rhyme that the Andrithanplugin-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 children 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 used to sing. The next line was on the tip of his tongue…
”With blades… turned down we come in peace.“ That was the direction of the Fighter. The ditty followed the four aspects 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, one for each compass point. 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 … hoped his further knowledge on the rhyme would not be tested as he cautiously approached.
The man looked curiously at Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …, his brows furrowed. After a moment's hesitation, he continued the rhyme, “And you visit at whose behest?”
“Ah…” the portly priest scratched his head. He thought about what rhymed with behest, but it wasn't jogging his memory. Was that even the same verse he knew? “Um, pardon, sir, but are you sure you have that right? Isn't the third line something about sheaves of wheat? Oh, unless we're done with the rhyme, in which case, we come on mission of learning and understanding, for the good of all men. I am 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 …, and I accompany that man over there, the scholar Arnell Trent.”
The man looked disappointed and confused. “Ylauneropai.” He pronounced his own difficult name quickly and smoothly enough that the others weren't sure they'd remember it. “Do you come from the city?” he asked skeptically.
“City after city. We are travellers, good sir. I suppose the last city we visited was, uhh, Dunweigplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigYunim / Dunweig
by Arnell, edited by the DM
Yunim
Yunim is (in the year 577) a cosmopolitan trade center in the region of Meheiral, run by the Orithoran religion, led centrally from the great Temple of Justice. It is on the edge of Yunim Lake, making fishing one of its principal industries. The.”
The man pursed his lips and frowned. Obviously he didn't know it, not by the name of the fishing village in Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …'s 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. interjected quickly, “Cities and towns alike good sir. We are ramblers and explorers, both from different places. I suppose our real home would be the never-ending road.”
He looked Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. and Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … up and down, noting their travel-worn clothes which hadn't been replaced in… well, a hundred thousand years at least. “You look it. What brings you here?”
“Curiosity and fate bring us here,” Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. said, “though I suppose the two are intertwined by nature for a man driven by curiosity are fated to lead interesting lives. The road is our home, for it has been a long time since we belonged anywhere else.” Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. cast his gaze over the little settlement. “I apologize if our appearance causes any discomfort, as with any who have wandered for so long our garb is patchwork and mismatched. If you are open to speaking with travelers, we seek only to learn more of this corner of the world and the good people such as yourselves who abide in it.”
“If you are looking to speak with Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka
This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.
Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because Polinakas pray for it to rise each night. Spring comes only when Polinakas p…, there are much larger communities closer to the city.”
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 happy to leave the cover story 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.. He himself focused on the immediate need of securing a place to rest for the night. They would be happy with a space out of their way, but close enough to their commune to offer some security. “Do you value stories, as in Gaping proper? We have fantastic stories from all over. And I might have some interesting vegetables to share with you! How are your people? Well fed, yes? Any injury? Sickness? I am a healer - I could trade lodging for service.”
The man smiled at the slew of questions. “A healer. There are those who pray to the gods of their bodies. If the gods have brought you, you are welcome. And no, we have no stories, not in the sense of the Storytellers who are revered almost like gods.”
“We've heard enough stories,” 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 … said simply as he walked past Ylauneropai and towards the crescent-shaped string of buildings. The idea that someone was suffering while he stood there talking did not please him, and he felt the need to examine the less fortunate population here. As a complete stranger, his goal was to foster trust. He had many time-honored traditions which seemed insane to the casual viewer, but now he had access to this power which could turn the most desperate patient healthy. An image of Talaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTala
Tala stands at around 5 foot 8 inches, with round, dark brown eyes, shoulder-length, and wavy, dark brown hair, parted at the middle and usually held back in a ponytail with some piece of cloth. His face is a bit rounded, his nose not too tall, and his ears are usually showing, unless he does not tie up his hair. He weighs around 140 pounds, has a toned physique, and his skin is of tan color. flashed before his eyes. But he would remember and regret later. Now he had purpose.
The pudgy healer stopped to make sure the older man was with him. “Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers., would you summon the others? Good sir, can we put them up somewhere tonight? My master, the scholar 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 …, is not a proud man. He has tolerated the most trying of conditions. Right here would be tolerable.” He indicated a flat, dry spot outside of the buildings.
The Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka
This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.
Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because Polinakas pray for it to rise each night. Spring comes only when Polinakas p… were hesitant, but willing to house the group in exchange 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 …'s healing. They weren't surprised to see him use magic. As far as conversation went, they were reserved, but not as isolationist as the people of Gaping. They were actually more metropolitan than their settlement or philosophy would suggest. It was clear that they had connections with other groups of Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka
This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.
Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because Polinakas pray for it to rise each night. Spring comes only when Polinakas p… in the area, and that there was some small amount of trade beyond the peddler that came to Gaping every once in a while. They would not speak about the Mouth. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. felt like they knew a fair amount about it, but were very protective of that information. The first time he got a suspicious look, he realized that this was not a safe topic.
I'm sorry to say 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 …'s player has left the game. Thanks for hanging on so long, despite the long pauses in the game!