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., 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…, 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 … met up again the next morning with a renewed sense of urgency. Fovery's accelerated timetable meant they didn't have long to finish their business in Gaping. Soon, Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with… arrived with the news that 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… had been seen around town. This would not normally be unusual – one or two often made a quick visit to barter for food or other goods – but this time, they were sticking around, and no one knew why.
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 … looked to see 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. had a reaction to the news of. “Do we want to meet them? Well, we might run into them anyway. Good lady, ” he spoke to their guide, “where might we find crystals in this place? If we are to prepare for any eventuality, it would be wise to have some. I don't know if it would make a weapon, but perhaps a ward or distraction.” The priest stopped to consider something. He didn't speak further, but took out his dagger and stared at the blade.
“I wish I knew. Glass is rare in Gaping, and the villagers are hesitant to give up the few bits they have. There remains a piece I may be able borrow again in a pinch, but I would rather not break it if we didn't have to.” She paused. “I had to smash the last piece. Maybe that blade could do the trick if you're just trying to defend yourself.”
Something strange was happening 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 dagger. It looked a little longer, and the metal of the blade wasn't metal anymore. It became semi-transparent and faceted like crystal, reflecting light in all directions. Soon, it wasn't a dagger at all, but a single piece of sparkling crystal, wide enough at the base to fit comfortably 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 hand, and tapering off to a deadly-sharp point after eighteen inches.
“What?” 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 … responded to Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with…'s stare, and tucked the crystal away as best he could. “It's just a dagger. And, yes, it will do the trick.” He turned sharply and brushed past 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., whispering, “I really didn't think that would work…” Facing no one, he beamed with secret glee, and contemplated what else he could try - under less public circumstances.
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… spoke quietly from behind Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers.. “I do not like that these 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… visit for the first time as soon as we leave their camp. If you wish to stay here and talk, I will see what they are about.”
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. shook his head and whispered, “We go together.” Louder, he said, “I would be interested in conversing with 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… a bit longer, time permitting. We cannot tarry long however, as we must tend to our survey of the area as Master 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 … indicated we will need to move on soon if we intend to keep on schedule. Miss Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with…, would you deign to walk and talk with us? It may be the unusual doings of 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… will be of interest to us all and if you can share anything of the Mouth we would greatly appreciate it. It is one of the legends we intended to study but seeing the insular nature of the residents here, I have been somewhat afraid to broach the topic casually. Lets get over to see the visiting 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… before we set about our surveying for the day. Miss Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with…, have you heard of a cave structure referred to as the Mouth by chance?”
Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with… was forcing a few blinks as the young man started to speak, as if trying to clear her vision. A grin erupted on her face at his question before quickly being replaced with a more measured expression. “The Mouth? Yes, it's nearby. Quite significant to the locals; they have a whole set of superstitions and tales about it. Rituals too.” Her hand moved as if indicating three items placed before her. “Master 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., in what context had you heard about it? I would love to have a new source to turn 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. listened with keen interest. “The cave is in fact the reason for our visit here. Master 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 referred to the place by an old sage who believes the site may be a hitherto undocumented archeological site. If that is true, we suspect the Mouth is a truly ancient site that later became the subject more recent folklore by the current residents.” He cleared his throat. “I hope this does not offend you, but it is our intention to enter the Mouth and explore the site. Given the rather moribund nature of the locals and what you have relayed to us about their rituals, I believed it wise to do this without alerting the villagers. The Polinakaplugin-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… settlement is more just a matter of curiosity, but as we intend to enter the Mouth shortly I want to keep on eye on unusual events that might alter the normal schedule. And the Polies visiting out of the blue seems like it might warrant a precautionary investigation.”
Some yards away, 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 shoulders sunk. 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. was right, but he had just about enough of these backwards religions. Why, all that time he spent 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! He was sent there by the High Priest in Grenzig to educate those people, and though his time wasn't entirely wasted, has reward was inferior treatment, vandalism, theft, and the occasional discreet rock thrown at him! If he only had the power then which he harnessed from 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 now, he would have done things differently.
And those bizarre Orithoransplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Orithorans
This religion, dead for five hundred years, states that all gods bow to the god of justice, and are so far beneath him that they are as the lowest of servants of a king. The Orithory, a deeply carved quarter-sphere of stone that often weighs over a thousand pounds, symbolizes justice, and is thus their primary symbol. The center of the Orithoran religion was in a region they called, who were so tightly knit a community and so regulated by rules and laws, did they have a true god? Maybe 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 wasn't a true god, either. Maybe they all used magic, like the evil sorcerer of 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 and the godless wizards 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. with the power to mold the world to their mortal wills.
Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with… nodded as the man spoke. “Yes, I don't know how they would react to outsiders entering the cave, but I'd suspect they are protective of it.” She stared down at the gravel and trampled scrub grass for a few steps before looking ahead, casually scanning the small buildings. 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 … muttered and returned to the conversation. “Although you should be careful with these Polies. I haven't spoken to the ones here, but others I've met are aware of this place. It's significant to them as well.” She sighed lightly, “Truth be told, there are few reasons to come to Gaping, and even fewer to stay as long as I have. It sounds like our goals here overlap.. and its likely better to not face the cave's hazards alone. I'd propose that we work together to explore the Mouth.”
“So you're not against it? Good. We will investigate quickly. I assure you I have no further interest in studying the Polinakaplugin-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… teachings, at least at the present. But given that we are preparing to enter the Mouth, any deviation from the norm in the local populace concerns me. I do not want any unpleasant surprises from any of the residents.” As he walked, 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. offered a silent prayer to 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 then all the other gods he could think of. He was thankful that Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with… shared their interest in the exploring the Mouth. It had been something of a risk to bring the subject up, but time was in short supply. If their interests ultimately diverged later, well that was something he 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… had to be prepared for.
The group had been walking through Gaping for some time, and had made their way to the side of town closest to the Mouth. Shortly, 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… nudged 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 gestured behind them and to either direction. In contrast to the people of Gaping, who were making an obvious effort to ignore the situation and continue with their mundane tasks, 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 actively converging on the group's location. They were silent and unaggressive at the moment. Up ahead, in a rocky plane free of huts or other people, a group of three 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… stood waiting foremost among them Ylauneropai, his blond-ringed scalp glinting in the sunlight.
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. whispered to Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o…. “No hand on your sword hilt, but be ready and watch our backs.” He gave the others a thin smile. “I suppose it would be a good idea to see what this visit is all about, before turning to our real business. Shall we?” He strode towards Ylauneropai.
“Oh, my. I hope this isn't going to be trouble.” 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 … lagged behind, following slowly, not out of fear, but his mind was on other things. “And you come at whose behest,” he repeated. He couldn't even remember for certain how he knew this rhyme, but it felt so familiar. What rhymes with behest? He went through the alphabet: aest, best, cest, dest… Dest? Yes, it was falling into place.
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… in front watched 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. approach, while the other groups closed in from the back and sides, stopping a fair distance away. Ylauneropai got to the point right away. “What is your business here? I give you a chance to tell us the truth.”
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. stopped and smiled at the Polinakaplugin-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… as he ran through a series of potential answers and scenarios in his mind. Why not start with the most far-fetched? He cast his eyes about to mark the position of the Gaping residents and spoke just loudly enough for Ylauneropai to hear but softly enough so his words would not carry to the villagers.
“I cannot speak for the lady,” he nodded toward Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with…, “for she is just another traveler and a recent acquaintance. Her truth is her own. My companions and I are seekers of the Zioth, in search of a second path beyond the the ninety first dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons
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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself.. A brother of yours named 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. provided us with a prophecy that has brought us to this place.”
Ylauneropai stood silently for several seconds. “That was not the answer I was expecting.” He turned to look at one of the others, a silver-haired elder, who said, “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.. Southeast of here, a journey of months. Between seventy and ninety years of age. A man of wisdom, but an outcast. Born in the summer. I have not heard of him personally.”
“Thank you.” Ylauneropai turned back 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.. “Either you have been traveling a very long time, or you know our names. I don't understand the rest. What is the ninety first dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons
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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself.?”
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. paused uncharacteristically and then shrugged. “I had hoped you might have heard a particular bit of prophecy or legend, but it appears that is not the case. 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. is member of a little enclave of seers. I fear others refer to them as 'the Mad,' but I am personally uncomfortable in labeling them as such. Again, I can speak for only some those present, but my companions and I have indeed traveled a great distance over quite long period of time.” He narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice a fraction. “Now I feel I should ask, why do you approach us today? If you are not students of prophecies and Zioth, I am not sure how we may assist you.”
Ylauneropai ignored the question. “You call yourself a seeker of the Zioth. Where do you plan to find it, here in Gaping Mouth?” He looked from Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers., 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 …, to Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with… as he spoke. “Or since I suspect I already know that much, what do you plan to find, and how, and why?”
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 … really wasn't sure what they wanted to hear, or expected. And he wasn't in a terribly sharing mood right now. Surrounded as they were, his body was changing from the relaxed, plodding priest to the tense, violent survivor he had to be on occasion. He scanned the people around him, looking for a sign of their motivation or intent. Many of 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…, 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 eye, seemed nervous or wary. One younger man was almost in awe of the situation. Something unusual was going on, for sure.
Seeing 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 shift in posture, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. held up a hand. “Perhaps we should conduct this discussion somewhere other than on the open street?” He frowned slightly. “You suggest you know much in questioning us, but you seem unfamiliar with the answers when offered. It might be nice to sit down and trade inquiries equally.”
“There is nowhere more private than the open. Right over that hill is a private enough spot where no one will overhear.”
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 … stepped up. “Then by all means, let us walk to where no one will hear our discourse.” After a few paces he continued, “We come for life, we come for death.” This completed the rhyme from earlier, though it would seem meaningless to anyone other than Ylauneropai. Excited with his mental discovery, the holy man continued as he walked. “And why risk coming to this place? We yearn for one last love's embrace. Then enter friends, for time is short. Where friendship starts let family grow.” The portly man smiled broadly and hoped that would improve their situation.
Ylauneropai stopped, and looked 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 … over. “Then you come from the city after all?” He continued walking, quickly covering the distance to their destination in a bit of low, rocky ground between the hills. There were plenty of places to sit, but most of 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… remained standing. “Why did you not reveal this yesterday? Why come here seeking out the secret of the Mouth, when Hreippolai, or whoever replaced her, must have answered all of your questions weeks ago?”
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. loped toward a small outcropping on the side of the hill, but his stride broke when Ylauneropai spoke of the Mouth and the corners of his mouth turned down. “We find ourselves in an odd circumstance. You suspect we have traveled certain roads, and I perhaps incorrectly assumed your presence here has something to do with the stories of the Zioth.” He sat on a flat piece of stone and gestured for the others to make themselves comfortable, insofar as that was possible on a rocky hillside. He looked toward Ylauneropai and said, “You, and the lady we have recently met,” he nodded toward Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with…, “both mentioned a city, but it seems you mean a particular City with a capital C, and not cities in general. There is more than one city in the world, and I have been to a number of them, but far from all. Can you clarify which city you speak of?”
“If it has a name, I do not know it. There is only one city close to here, some weeks' travel away. If you did not come from the city, then who sent you? Hreippolai is the only one I know of who could have taught you that code, the code that names you all 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….”
From being amused at these people not even knowing the name of their biggest nearby 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 suddenly shocked. “What?!” 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…, he said! But, 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 the rhyme was about the 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… To be honest, he didn't really know where it came from. “Hreippolai? Is the only one you know, who could have taught me that code? You must live in isolation here. It sounds like you know nothing of the world beyond the City. Would you be surprised to know that I have never met Hreippolai, or her successor? And I've known the code for more than two weeks! I've known it for… well, long enough to have trouble remembering it. Now, if you are guardians of the Mouth, then you must be able to tell us about it, and if you are not, then you have no reason to interfere.” Still standing, he put his hands on his hips and stared at Ylauneropai with impatience. “What do you know of the fey creatures which live there?”
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 his eyebrow. “I may see the root of some of our communication issues. You describe a city close to here, but do not know the name of the place. I do not think any of our number, excepting the Lady, have visited this particular city. Nor have we met anyone named Hreippolai. You say the city is some weeks' travel away, but we have traveled from lands much further away then the city you name. Our homelands are months, if not years in the case of some of us, from this place. We have traveled further than you can possibly imagine. We are not 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 we had no intention of misleading you in that regard. On our long journey we have met other 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 have spoken with us and provided us guidance in our endeavors – studying the Zioth. One fellow in particular, 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., was identified as a prophet and seer. He was not lucid very often and delivered us a prophecy about the Zioth and how to pursue our studies. He rambled frequently as well, bestowing many rhymes upon us. My colleague might have learned it from 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., or from one of the others who we have met on our extended journey.”
Ylauneropai was silent for a long time, before he said, “Tell me this prophesy.”
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. cleared his throat and quoted 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., trying to reproduce not only the words, but the cadence and intonation as well, in case those were important:
“Five pieces for the First Path!
“So… far… Gornorleren never said it would be so far.
“The Voice of the Zioth. Five pieces and the end grows closer, closer, until there is no end! Five pieces for the First Path and the end grows closer!
“The focus, the Voice is the end! Four is too many for the First Path, six is too few for the Second! The ninety-first dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons
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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. becomes the forty-fifth!
“The smallest is in exile! The forty-fifth dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons
Last updated for turn 216
There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. becomes the sixth! The pure is no more! The sixth becomes the first! The challenger concedes! The first becomes the first! The dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons
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. perishes! The first becomes the end! There is no end!
“Five pieces for the Second Path! The ninety-first dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons
Last updated for turn 216
There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. becomes a boundless end! This secret is the secret!”
Most of 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… didn't know what to make of it. They looked to each other for any sign of recognition. But a few, including Ylauneropai and the elder, looked shocked. The elder was the first to speak. “We will leave you be. We cannot help you, but neither will we hinder you.” Ylauneropai, still silent, made a gesture to the group, who got up and, some speaking to each other in whispers, headed back to their own lands.
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. stood quickly and bowed in respect. He was not sure what to make of Ylauneropai's reaction. Were they afraid of some danger? At least it cleared the path to the Mouth. As the older men rose, he said, “Thank you for speaking with us, today and when we visited your village. You have made your decision and we request no help, but I always appreciate advice from wise men, if there is any you would offer.”
“I can offer no advice.” He shot a piercing look at Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with…, then turned around to leave.
She bobbed her head politely at the elder's back. If he was not going to interfere, then there was no point in anything else. Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with… had tried and failed to follow 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 nonsense answer. Maybe it was a code? Clearly it had some sort of meaning as the elders had backed down. Regardless, the Polies who had helped her find this place had said nothing like what this scholar had.
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 clearly upset by the Polies' visit. “I wish I remembered that rhyme earlier. We could have saved ourselves some grief. What is it they worship, anyways?”
“Everything,” 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. said.
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 again and watched 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… leave before turning to Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with…. “Do you know the name of the city to which they were referring? We have not passed through it yet.”
Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with… paused, watching the elder's retreating back. “Renabic. Has a group of them living on the outskirts.” She indicated the small band 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… with a tilt of her head. “It's the nearest city, but I wouldn't call it close. It's…” She trailed off, apparently losing interest in finishing the thought.
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. “Thank you. Now that we have the consent of 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…, I think it is time we tend to our business in the Mouth.” He glanced over to the nearby village. “I do not think we should to seek the same accord with the villagers of Gaping for the sake of expediency. Miss Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with…, I believe you expressed an interest in visiting the caves as well. Are you inclined to join us? Or at least agree not to interfere as the elders?”
“She's our guide,” said 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 …, “unless present events have scared her off. No, she's still here. Shall we make for the hills, as it were?”
“I'd still be happy to guide you. We should, however, grab a few small things before we enter the cave. I should have enough stowed away for all of us. Many of Gaping's Stories are a bit fantastical, but they seem to take the Mouth's rules seriously. We should as well.” A flicker of unease passed across her face.
Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with… gestured in the direction of her makeshift camp, “It won't take long. Is there anyone else who will be accompanying us? We should all understand what to avoid.”
“Just us. Our prior companion has business elsewhere. How should we prepare?”
Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with… nodded and lowered her voice. “Yes, then we should prepare quickly. I don't think the villagers will necessarily agree with the Polies to not interfere, and they will likely recognize our destination when we make ready to enter. From what I understand, most of the villagers never travel further in than the cave entrance. Even if they are upset, they may leave us in peace until we reemerge.”
Her hand moved as she to walked, implying the arch of a door, “The stories themselves agree on three major rules: 'take nothing out, leave nothing behind, disturb nothing'. We'll need to prepare masks, clothing, and lamps so as not to disturb the cave. I do have a dry brush and spare cloth for our wrappings, even enough for him if your scholar friend is not coming along.” She smiled 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…, hoping the massive, quiet man would take it lightly.
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. fell in behind Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with… as they walked and listened to her instructions. He wondered about her reasons for visiting the Mouth and her reaction to a violation of the rules. If a piece of the Zioth was indeed interred within the cave, it was not something 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. intended to leave behind.
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… merely blinked in acknowledgement of Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with…'s offer as he lumbered along behind them.
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 … exchanged an uncomfortable glance 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.. “So, what happens if the rules are broken? If we… drop something. Or bump into something.” He poked at his own new clothes, mostly covered up by the hodgepodge of leather armour he wore over it, flipping straps with his finger and wondering if they were too long. “Mask?” he muttered. “Would breath disturb them?” he asked about some unknown “them”. “Oh, and light. I really don't have anything to lend there.”
Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with… walked quietly for a few more paces, picking nervously at the back of a glove. “Honestly? No idea. I could only push so hard for this information, but the freest speaker said it has never happened.” She turned to face the others following her, carefully continuing to step backwards, brows furrowed as if struggling to figure out a puzzle. “But that doesn't make sense, given the number of villagers that have gone into it over the years. A nervous child must have scuffed the sand once or twice.”
“Well, that's a relief, if they let children 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 … added form behind, and smiled at her.
Her steps slowed. “There is something there that has people terrified, though. Enough that they take these precautions, cleansing, breathing in their lights' smoke and saving the water from their air, refraining from their functions, avoiding sleep… I do not know where this cave draws the line, but there is something there that lacks mercy if disturbed.” Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with… nodded as if satisfied with her conclusion and her steps sped back up. “It's better to follow the rules, retain our wills.” For now, the rules would do.
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 already tightening the straps around his equipment and binding them carefully, a task that felt refreshingly familiar. He reminded himself to help the others with this activity, though 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… might remember the importance of speed and stealth from his days upon the eastern steppes.
He watched Aldetplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAldet Bray
Aldet is about 25, 5’4”, with a wiry, almost boyish frame. Her blonde hair is lightened further by the sun and pulled back neatly and unceremoniously. She has muddy hazel eyes and a thin-lipped, solemn demeanor. She has a ragged, still pink scar on her right brow. She wears new mahogany studded leather armor with matching gloves and boots, all finely made but lacking any real flourish to their design. The light crossbow and heavy, curved dagger that she carries are well-crafted, with… as she spoke. He appreciated someone who tried to think things through, a rare quality in these days, or any days for that matter. Still, it was best not to let her get fixated on the Gaping elders' odd set of rules when he fully intended to break at least one of them. “The elders of Gaping are quite wise in one respect: they understand the power of stories. But stories, while powerful, are not necessarily true. In fact, I think that is what makes them so effective. They are not bound to confines of an absolute truth. I would be disappointed, but not shocked, to find nothing of interest in the Mouth.”
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 … laughed briefly in his throat from behind them. The thought of finding nothing of interest seemed a pointless hope. No, they were going to find far too much of interest.
“Belief and suggestion go hand in hand. A youth who has heard stories of mysterious visions all his life who is sent, panicked and unsure into the aforementioned case is going to see something over the course of a long night, regardless of whether not anything else dwells inside. Our minds can fool our senses.”
“I think the stories are vague enough that we may still use our own imaginations,” the priest called forward. “Or senses. I'm more worried about this 'don't take anything, don't leave anything' rule. This just reminds me of a lot of stories I heard as a child. Some story to pass on knowledge that need not wait for personal experience. If this was one of those stories, we would all be caught breaking the rules by disturbing the air, or leaving our sense of curiosity, or taking the memory. I do not care to be the principal in the next Gaping fable.”
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. quickly tightened the lower cord of the kukri sheath he bore in Talaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTala
Tala stands at around 5 foot 8 inches, with round, dark brown eyes, shoulder-length, and wavy, dark brown hair, parted at the middle and usually held back in a ponytail with some piece of cloth. His face is a bit rounded, his nose not too tall, and his ears are usually showing, unless he does not tie up his hair. He weighs around 140 pounds, has a toned physique, and his skin is of tan color.'s name, making sure it stayed tight against his thigh but could still be drawn out easily. “We should pay heed to the Gaping rules when we enter, but judge for ourselves what we find inside, unbound by the preconceptions of others. Is there something inside which is temperamental and merciless, or something lonely and misunderstood by the superstitious villagers who are the only ones who visit?”
“Incapable of mercy.” The voice came from nowhere. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. looked around, and realized he was the only one who had heard it. He was made at himself for strapping his hat too tightly, bringing the magic headband in contact with his scalp, but the information could certainly come in handy. He stretched his hands, rolling a small rock over his fingers and spoke again more quietly. “It may be the only thing I am truly skilled at, but I am good at figuring out how things work.”
The priest tapped him on one shoulder. He smiled with excitement, and softly said, “me too,” at which point he clasped the new handle issuing from his scabbard and pulled it up some inches to show him the crystal blade of a full broadsword, which now sat perfectly in its sheath, not rattling around like his replacement sword. Whether he even noted 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 advice was unclear.