Sahl was on his way within fifteen minutes, eager to move again. All three horses had survived the night, but they had to be walked for hours before their legs had fully thawed. The morning remained cold, but the snow was melting by noon, and it became much easier to travel despite the dampness of the path.
Early in the evening, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. spied a farmhouse through the trees. He steered the horses left onto a side path marked by shallow cartwheel trenches. The path wound its way through several yards of trees before straightening out and heading for the barn and farmhouse. This was much preferable, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. thought, than entering the walled region 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. If he could buy horse blankets and grain from the farmer, he could save himself a lot of time. With luck, he would be in 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 inside of three days.
The farmhouse was not in good repair. Its roof sagged and its log walls were coated with lichen and fungi. The shutters were in good shape, though, probably recently replaced. A dirty-faced child of about ten years stared out of a window on the side of the house, and disappeared when Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. caught his eye.
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. rode up to the farmhouse slowly. He had chosen not to don his chainmail so as not to frighten the inhabitants. He raised his hands to show they were empty, and smiled in a friendly fashion. “Hello!” he called. “I am friend, I wanting to buy food and grain for horse!”
After a quiet pause, the door opened, revealing a heavy-set farmer dressed in patched clothing. “Uh, hello,” he said, and stared at Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. for some time before speaking again. Then he looked both ways, past the warrior, as if expecting that someone might be watching. When he looked back at Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance., a nervous smile appeared on his face, which seemed strange on his otherwise very natural and free-moving face. “Please come in,” he said suddenly, and, with a hand on the warrior's back, ushered Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. inside, still looking past him to be sure no one was watching. Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. met the farmer's nervous greeting with a friendly smile and a firm but brief handshake.
The farmer's wife and seven children, ranging in age from two to around fifteen, stood inside, staring in much the same way the farmer had. “Meet my family,” the farmer said, still with a tinge of nervousness in his voice, “Rendoline, Elda, my namesake Luthen, Tubir, Vetta, Kolie, Cass and Jerolie,” who were wife, daughter, son, son, and four more daughters, respectively. Two-year-old Jerolie lost interest and wandered off, but the rest remained staring. As the farmer spoke, Sahl gazed around for any sign of danger. Besides the knife in the elder Luthen's belt, which was typical of farmers in the area, there seemed nothing to be concerned about.
“Peace be upon you Luthen, and on family. I am Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance., great traveler, warrior from far away. I go to 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, but much snow, much cold. Tonight I stay here, horses in barn, not cold. You give me blankets for horses, grain for horses, warm clothes. I have money, I pay. Do you agree?”
Luthen was silent and motionless for quite some time after Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. finished. Then his countenance took on a much friendlier and more self-assured look, and he started to walk around as he spoke. “Of course! We'll make up a cot right here in the entranceway. Elda, take the man's horses to the barn, and gather up some blankets. Luthen, see if you can find a spare coat. No, give him mine. Rendoline, get something together. He'll be eating at our table.” The children were mobilized by their father's sudden excitement, but his wife still seemed a bit bewildered. She did finally turn and head for the pantry through. “I was just on my way to town, but I'll be back in a couple of hours.” He looked momentarily nervous again, but the expression turned to one happier, if more anxious. “Don't bother waiting for me; Rendoline will care for you.” With that, he headed rapidly for the door.
As Luthen headed for town, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. spoke to Rendoline. “I help Elda with the horses. Please tell children not touching my gear.” He then followed the girl to the barn, leading the horses inside.
Inside the barn, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. set two long troughs in front of the horses. He set Elda to filling one with horse grain, while he headed outside with a bucket to fetch water from the well. It took several trips to the well to fill the other trough with water. The horses drank thirstily, and then started into the grain. Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. and the girl then stripped off the saddle bags and covered each horse with a heavy blanket. Then they provided them with hay to feed on at night, while Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. set some extra grain out in front of Zephyr.
When Elda came to Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. with a brush, he replied, “No, always brush at start of day. If brush at end then horses get cold.” Finishing off the horses, he grinned at the girl. “Now you go. I need bath.” She seemed all too eager to leave.
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. fetched more water from the well and then stripped, washing his head, face and body as well as he could in the icy water. He could see that several of the farm children were peering in through cracks in the barn wall, but he pretended not to notice and completed his ablutions. As he came to the last of the water, he began the set ritual, washing motions that preceded worship of Ay'wahplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Pantheon of Ay'wah
The Pantheon is the dominant religion in the city-states of the Shirahjat Coalition, but little is known about this religion in Rang.
The Pantheon
Ay'wah, the sun god 28.
Bal'jan, a god having something to do with luck28.. He quickly put on his dusty clothes and then spread a small prayer mat on a patch of clean grass outside. Facing east to the rising sun, he knelt on his prayer mat and allowed his body to go through the familiar ritual motions of prayer. Normally when praying, his mind tended to wander, but this time he was tired and his mind automatically followed the words of prayer, considering the meaning of each phrase as though it was a detached observer. A sense of peace settled over him as it seldom did, and he allowed himself to enjoy the unfamiliar emotion.
Back inside the farmhouse, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. ate the food provided by the farmer's wife. He kept his eyes modestly low, as befitted a man with another man's wife. When he did catch her eye, however, she had nearly the same bewildered look on her face as she'd had when her husband left. Although Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. did not look at her, she never once stopped looking at him, and he suspected she had been watching as he fed his horses and bathed as well.
When he was finished, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. cleaned and tended to his personal gear, oiling his armor, sharpening his weapons and packing everything in such a way that he could leave at short notice. He put on the leather padding that was worn under his chainmail, leaving the chainmail and bow beside his bed, and strapped on his scimitar and ghurka. He then sat at the kitchen table, facing the door, and waited for his host to return. All the while, Rendoline watched him, sitting at a distance and saying nothing. Her attitude was a bit unnerving.
Finally, well after dark, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. heard the sounds of horse and donkey hooves, at least three animals in total. A bit after they stopped, the door opened slowly, and Luthen entered, careful not to make a sound. When he turned and saw Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance., he jumped, and for a moment seemed at a loss for words, but then he calmed down. “Oh… Oh, I thought you were asleep. You didn't have to wait. I'll… I'll just be going to bed myself. Come on, Redoline. Good night, traveler.”
“Sleep soon,” grinned Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance.. “But sleep in barn with horses. In my land, man looks after horse first. If robbers come then I must be with horse! Thank you Elda make good food. I sleep now, talk tomorrow in morning.”
Luthen stopped short. “Wait, you can't! I mean, surely you'd prefer a nice cot, and a warm fire. The horses will be safe. There's a lock on the door. Nothing's ever been stolen. Please. Our home is your home.”
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. insisted politely that he had to stay with the horses, and slung his gear and blankets over his shoulder and headed for the barn. Once inside, he barred the entrance with a couple of wooden wedges at the bottom, and a bit of rope higher up. He balanced an empty bucket on the edge of one of the wedges, to alert him if someone tried to force the door. Then he checked for other entrances. There was one rickety door at the far end, where five cows were kept for milking. This door he treated similarly, although he had to reinforce the bucket to prevent the cows from knocking it over. All of this Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. had to do in almost complete darkness, but for the moonlight that leaked through cracks in the ceiling.
Finally, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. checked that the horses were secure, set his blankets in the hay close to Zephyr, arranged his gear so that he could quickly saddle up and depart, and settled down to sleep, with his hand fast about the hilt of his scimitar.
It was still dark when Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. woke to the sound of the door being rattled, and the bucket falling over and rolling noisily over the barn floor. A short period of angry whispers was followed by silence. Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. smiled mirthlessly. the old tricks were always the best. He was not at all surprised at the farmer's treachery. His keen sense for danger had been screaming all day that the man was not to be trusted. He was not even angry at the man. He supposed that the wealth of three horses, money, armor and weapons was too much for the fool to resist. It was the way of the world, and his obvious foreign-ness marked Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. out as a likely victim.
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. acted quickly and quietly as he had planned hours before. His eyes were well adjusted to the moonlight filtering through the barn walls. The horse's gear was already resting on their backs, the buckles loose. Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. moved from horse to horse, tightening the buckles and then slipping the bridles over their heads. Zephyr snorted and tossed his head impatiently, but Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. soothed him with soft words and a calming hand.
He had finished bridling Zephyr and was on working on the second horse when the silence was broken by the other door being rattled, and the other bucket tipping. Then there was silence again. Men were so predictable. Those outside had been balked twice, and must now be unsure about what to do. They might even grow fearful and give up; at the least they would take a few moments to come to a decision. That was all the time Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. needed. He fitted the bridle on the last of the horses and then put his mail shirt over his head and started fastening the side buckles by feel, expecting one of the doors to be forced at any time. Two wedges and a rope might hold them for, say one minute….
The minute came and went, with several others of its kind, but there was no sound at all from outside. Finally, after at least five minutes had passed, the farmer knocked loudly on the front door. “Please, traveler,” he said nervously, “I must speak with you.” After another few seconds' pause, he added, “About the money, for the blankets.”
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. called out in a querulous tone. “I am sleeping farmer! Why you wake! Door is locked, hard to open in dark, we talk in morning. Goodnight.” As he talked, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. continued to work steadily. He tied the two spare horses in line with Zephyr, so that they would follow where Zephyr led. Zephyr tossed his head again, disturbing moonbeams, dust, and shadows, but never the warrior's concentration.
There was yet another long pause before the farmer spoke again, more nervous than ever. “I'd rather talk about it now, if I could. I… my wife is worried that you'll run off with the blankets. She won't let me sleep until she sees the money.” As Luthen spoke, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. noticed that the wedge was sliding slowly out of place, pushed from underneath the door. “All right farmer! I am putting clothes on!” As the intruders eased the wedge out from under the main door, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. used his dagger to cut through the rope that held the door fast at the top. He then mounted Zephyr and drew his sword, waiting in the shadows to see what would happen when the door opened. Leaning over the horse, he whispered soothingly to keep it calm.
Once the wedge had slid far enough away, the door swung open. The farmer stood behind it, looking even more nervous than he'd sounded. He seemed about to say something, until he caught a glimpse of Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance.'s scimitar, and could barely whine. “Don't hurt me. Please,” he said, and glanced briefly to the right, towards his house. “You… you can keep the blankets.” With that, he totally lost his nerve, and fled, tripping over something in his way, recovering, and running off as fast as he could.
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. smiled at the farmer's obvious panic as he ran into the night. There seemed to be no sign of foul play on his part, so it was possible the man was merely an innocent fool. A fool he must have been to try to sneak up on an armed warrior in the dead of night for the sake of a few copper coins.
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. led the horses out of the barn, riding low on Zephyr to pass under the lintel beam. Too late, his eyes caught the glimmer of light from a bit of ice on a log. Zephyr stumbled, trying to find his footing among dozens of logs laid about his path. Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. dropped his scimitar to get a better grip on the reins, but before he could recover his balance, he found himself pulled half way off his horse, another man's arms woven under his own and around the back of his head, so that Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance.'s arms were stretched painfully backwards, and his head was forced down into his chest. Zephyr finally found his footing, but by that time, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. had been pulled fully off his horse, and both men were dismounted and lying on the ground. Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. was still gripped in a wrestling hold, but his head was held less surely. The other man sat up, pulling Sahl into a sitting position as well. “I think it's time we talked,” said his assailant.
“Let me go and we will talk!” Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. snarled, straining forward against the other man's grip. “Let me go or we will fight!”
The man struggled quietly to strengthen his loosening grip, but seemed to be having some trouble. He didn't reply with words until he was once again briefly in control. “At this point I wouldn't trust you with a rotted branch, let alone with the knife you've got tucked into your belt.” Their struggle continued for some time, and again the attacker waited until he had the upper hand to speak. “Your efforts are getting you nowhere, but I admit they aren't helping me much either. Perhaps if I could only –” before he finished his sentence, Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. was suddenly free. The attacker had maneuvered them so that his foot was right by Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance.'s scimitar, and as he released Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance., he flipped the sword into the air with his foot, stepped back, and caught it cleanly in his left hand, already unsheathing a longsword with his right. This man was either impossibly skilled as a fighter, or had a knack for parlor tricks.
Parlor tricks… The man had been too out of place, and Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. had been too preoccupied to recognize his voice, or even his face, at first. Now he know who he was. “You underestimated me once. I couldn't hope for such luck again, so you understand that I had to tip the scales in my favor.” Strange as it was to see him outside of the town, in the middle of the night, this was Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
Description
The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and, the agent of Ulan who had posed as a minstrel 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. “If you reach for your knife, I'll have to dispense with politeness,” he said, waving his sword around in neat little circles. “Perhaps now you are in a position to talk.”
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. straightened up as he recognized his assailant. “Aaargh! Forlogon the servant of Ulan. We are not enemies. Why do you strike me like a thief in the night! Are you a coward or a twisted man who cannot talk without a sword in his hand? Give me back my sword and talk like a man.”
Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
Description
The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and kept his sword arm steady, although the rest of is body moved freely, emphasizing his words. “Perhaps we are not enemies personally, but you are an enemy 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 quite frankly, I don't trust you with anything sharper than a stalk of wheat… Just explain one thing to my satisfaction, and you can have your weapon and your freedom. You see, I've always been a lucky man. I transformed from a nobody into one of the most powerful men 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 in only five years, and very few realized I was anything more than a wandering minstrel. My power was dependant on a particular townsman, but I had plenty of time left before he would be in any trouble, and plans for working my way up still further. Then, one day, a horrible piece of luck came my way. A group of the most mismatched travelers that ever was came and deposed that townsman, who then vanished into the wilderness. This in itself was bearable, since I have always been able to accommodate change, but then that same group, safely out 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, sent in one of the replacement's own soldiers to start a rebellion against his master, a rebellion, I might add, that has come quite a way towards success. Now years of work and dozens of men are ruined, and you claim not to be my enemy.”
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. grinned. “You speak of my friends? I do not know what they have done to you. I have been in cursed forest for two week. I think they do not know what they do themselves!
“First we took a work from Balban in Grenzig to deliver message to Ulan. We did this and then Balban's servant Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
Description
A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist. deposed Ulan who was also Balban's servant. Then Ulan sent me with message to Balban telling him of Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
Description
A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist.'s action. I do not understand any of it. I am just a simple warrior who has only his honor. I am tired of working for people with secrets. I will no longer work for Balban or Ulan or Galgwe. They are all thieves and rogues!” 'Just like you my friend,' Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. added in his thoughts.
“Oh, don't play the fool with me,” Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
Description
The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and said, lowering his sword and pushing it lightly into the frozen ground. “Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue, was personally escorted to Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index by you. Ulan gave you two of his men, and you returned with two horses. And you can't have me believe that you made it all the way to Grenzig and back in ten days.”
“My friends say take Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue, to town so I take him to town. I don't know of any damage he has done. Then I take Ulan message to Grenzig but cannot get there. In forest we are attacked by forest people with arrows. Brinninig, not human. Soldiers run so Brinninig shoot them. I not run so Brinninig let me live. Brinninig take soldiers bodies but leave horses so I save horses and return to friends. That is truth. If you don't believe me then take forest path. You will die with arrows in your back!
“Now I think why do I work for Balban? Why for Ulan? Why for Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
Description
A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist.? They not tell me why they do anything. I think they are just greedy men who want money and power. I will return to my friends see what they do. If it is good then I will join them. If it is bad then I will leave them.”
“And you make yourself out to be such a noble person, too. Fighting for the objective good, willing to leave your friends behind if the cause is right. If you weren't babbling such utter nonsense, I might have an enhanced respect for you, but you must come from a superstitious land indeed, if you think you can exchange fairy tales for explanations. Or is that your idea of humor?”
“What is fairy tale? Do you think the Brinninig are fairy tale? Is Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
Description
The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and so wise that he knows everything in the world? Has he ever traveled the forest path? The Brinninig are real! Their arrows are real! If you doubt then it is easy to check. Ride down that forest path to Grenzig. You will not reach Grenzig alive.
“And me, me, I am not so good, but I see little good in war and rebellion which is plan of Balban and Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
Description
A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist.. And I do not want to be their servant to follow orders and not knowing for what reason. I will be my own master, or servant to a man who trusts me with his plans.”
Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
Description
The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and sighed, and sheathed his sword, but still held Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance.'s scimitar loosely in his left hand. “I read that message from Balban. He trusted you, although I can no longer fathom why.” Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
Description
The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and paused, staring at the ground, then peered up suddenly at Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance.. “Look. I don't care about the soldiers. If you killed them, they're dead, and nothing more can be said about them. You're best off sticking to your fairy tales. Just tell me one thing. What are you trying to accomplish in Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index? The goals of others have been obvious. Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue, wants order, Galgeweplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGalgewe
Last updated 2012-10-26
This could afford to be a little longer, for such an important NPC...
Description
A short, stocky man with a balding head of curly, fiery red hair entered the room. His dull blue robes matched his eyes, and the sheath of a short sword hung from his waist. wants power, Balban wants Huerten. Now how do you fit in? Provide me with an answer I can trust, and I'll leave. Otherwise, I'll imprison you 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 with the rest of them, because prison is the only place I can be sure you'll do no more harm.”
Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. relaxed a little, seeing the sword go back in its sheath. He smiled wryly and said “You ask difficult questions sir.
“First I think you are right about my Brinninig story. It is true but if you do not believe, then who will believe? My friends will, because they have met Brinninig. To everyone else I will say guards shot by arrows, maybe outlaws. It is close to truth.
“What do I want? I am a warrior, I wish to serve as a warrior but not for men who keep secrets and cause war. I helped Balban first because my friends worked for him, but now I don't know if he is worth serving. I hope to find a good lord or reason to fight for. If I thought you were a good man then I would serve you.
“I am sorry that you put my friends in prison. I am wanting to help them. Let me talk to them. Maybe they agree to stop working for Balban. If you agree to this, I will go with you to Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]
Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index, but I do not want to be prisoner. Give me back sword and horses.”
Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
Description
The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and looked startled by Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance.'s response, then he laughed, throwing his head back and momentarily letting his sword balance itself on the ground. “Your friends? First you know nothing about them, and now they are friends. But they work for Wayladplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigWaylad
Up to date as of turn 172
Biography
Some time after Townsman Ulan is kicked out of Maelbourg by Galgewe, Ulan's party runs into Ardith and the others. While Ulan is pleading with them for help, another group comes in pursuit. Ulan flees, and some of his soldiers stay behind. While the two groups of soldiers argue,, not Balban, or don't you remember? Well, so be it. Here.” Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
Description
The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and tossed Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. his scimitar so that it spun in the air, but was hilt first when it reached Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance.'s hand. He definitely had a mastery of such tricks. As Sahl caught his weapon, Forgolonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigForgolon
Description
The minstrel was tall and well-built. He had a developed moustache, although not so developed as Sahlman's, and the beginnings of a beard. The man wore baggy pants, and a loose vest. There were numerous places where he could have been hiding a small dagger or knife, and pulled his own out of the ground and leapt onto the his horse from the side. “Take your sword, but don't mind if I watch my back.”
“A wise decision.” Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. smiled broadly, and mounted his horse with an elegant flourish. “Since you so nervous, I will lead!” Sahlmanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigSahlman El Musafir
Sahlman's hair is blue-black and graying. His skin is dark and weathered. A huge handle-bar mustache sweeps down to cover much of his lower face, and Sahl is always careful to keep it properly groomed. He is generally very particular about his clothing, equipment and appearance. urged his horse into a trot, the two riderless horses following, and Forlogon taking up the rear.