Before bed, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had some chores. He walked from the temple to the garden nearby, his wooden bucket in hand. From it, he produced a carrot wrapped in a greasy cloth from the kitchen. He rubbed it in the soil as he prayed for the Mother to look after her children, then buried it in the ground.
He walked to the edge of the park where the big trees bordered the temple grounds. Grasping the low-lying branches from two trees, he tied them together with a piece of twine. The bucket hung from them by its handle, on which he sprinkled a pinch salt. Mother, provide for your children, he asked again, then turned toward the temple to retire for the night.
A short man in dark robes was standing rigidly by a tree, looking somehow dignified despite the outfit and location. His arms hung out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually was. It had been a while since Townsman Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person.'s last visit. The trade master, being an Andrithanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of, had to strike a balance that left him in a social vacuum. He could not interact socially with the other townsmen, nor could he be too open about his religion. He was rarely seen in public, except when almost obsessively working in his flower garden. The townsman stood there, waiting for Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … to speak first.
“Good evening, Townsman.” 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 … bowed. His eyes darted to and fro as he studied the woods behind what he assumed was his visitor for signs of others. He showed more stealth on behalf of the members of his congregation than he did for himself. “Blessings be upon you, sir. I walk to the Temple. Will you join me?”
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … continued, assuming the townsman would follow. “I worry for the skyberry bushes in the garden. If this coolness stays, the last batch will not ripen. Some are so badly trodden upon, they may die. Perhaps you could help me in your area of specialty, as I endeavor to help you in mine.”
“Skyberries are resilient. Bind the broken branches with sackcloth and twine and leave them to heal themselves. You might yet get a few berries this year.”
“I was to the Stone and Fire today, imploring the young Leera, daughter of Townsman Ulin, to advocate for the release of 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, from the town prison.” He turned to see Townsman Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person.'s reaction, but couldn't see anything under the hood. “He says his treason was only caused by the defeated sorcerer's control over him. And now he is free.”
“You should believe him. I too was under the sorcerer's influence for a short time, until I broke free on the night of the tremors. But don't put too much faith in Leera. I'm afraid the sorcerer had her too.” 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 … opened the side door to let the townsman in, then followed. Once inside, Eiselonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person. Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person. removed his hood, revealing a bushy mustache, and heavy eyebrows under his balding scalp.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … took up a candle and beckoned him into an adjacent room where warm air still radiated from the ashes in the fireplace. The foyer was appointed with basic comforts for the occasional long wait, but it was hardly befitting a man of Townsman Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person.'s status, nor was it at all private. Closing the door 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 … felt free to talk. “Did he ensorcer half the people in this town?” The host walked to the sideboard and lit the candles there. “You remember it, then. At least, of the lady Leera.” He puzzled for a moment. “So the tremor freed you - and lady Leera, too, then. She was free to confront and destroy him in the town. Who else was enslaved?”
“Several townsmen – Duddan, Jerrakken, Finterherplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCalen Finterher
Description
Calen Finterher is a medium sized man with a barrel chest and short but stout limbs. He wears his light brown hair at moderate length and is quite handsome (and more than a little proud at his good features).
His voice is little more than a harsh whisper. While he was working his way up the ranks, he was kicked in the throat by an ornery cow. While he was pleased that no disfiguring scar resulted, the kick did alter his voice. This leads him to be a private man, an…, Dufowlplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmistress Velirra Dufowl
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Ziedon was announced, and Velirra arrived, dressed in an efficient gown whose simplicity clashed with the gaudy colors of the room. She was tall enough that, with her shoes, she saw eye to eye with Ziedon, and her shoulder-length hair enveloped a round, healthy and surprisingly young face. She could not have been older than twenty-five. That youthful face currently wore a look of disappointment.. I am pretty sure of those. It gets muddied after that. Everyone and his brother is claiming some act was caused by the sorcerer at this point.”
“To what purpose?” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … turned from the sideboard and approached with a small plate of biscuit and dried fruit, and a mug of apple water for the Townsman.
Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person. glanced at the humble food and seemed about to reject it, then took a dried pear, cut off a piece with his knife and chewed it slowly. “I've been wondering that myself. When he came to see me, it was to get letters of recommendation for Leera, or Koriscaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigKorisca Valym
Korisca would be a beautiful woman if she bathed regularly. Most of the time, her face is soot-covered and her hands are grimy. Her blue eyes stand out as the only colorful feature of her face. Her blond hair is full of dirt and ragged, and is never combed neatly. Even after bathing, which never cleans her completely, she seems to draw the dirt back onto her skin within hours. Korisca is slim and light-footed. She wears a good cloak and breaches, soft boots and a vest. Two knife s… perhaps.”
“Leera I know, but not Koriscaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigKorisca Valym
Korisca would be a beautiful woman if she bathed regularly. Most of the time, her face is soot-covered and her hands are grimy. Her blue eyes stand out as the only colorful feature of her face. Her blond hair is full of dirt and ragged, and is never combed neatly. Even after bathing, which never cleans her completely, she seems to draw the dirt back onto her skin within hours. Korisca is slim and light-footed. She wears a good cloak and breaches, soft boots and a vest. Two knife s…,” 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.
“The letter he gave me from Ulan mentioned both names. They are the same person. That tells me Ulan must also have been ensorcelled, and that Leera perhaps still is.”
“But the earthquake stopped the mind control… did it not? And Leera was the very instrument of the sorcerer's downfall. There are songs. And… a letter? A letter can be a forgery - or something even more devious - a twist of the mind to see things that are not even there.”
“It does all seem to add up – Ulan disappears, the sorcerer murders Ulan's replacement, and then personally supports Leera.”
“That all fits,” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had to agree.
“It looks like a grab for power. That's all assuming that one of the men who came with Leera was the sorcerer. I can't be sure – neither one gave a name – but I would not ordinarily let three strangers into my house and then agree, with minimal discussion, to vouch for a new townslady.”
“And you cannot rest? Are you so unsure it is over? It sounds like you need to talk to the lady Leera. Or simply spy on her.” The priest went rigid. “Oh, I beg your pardon, sir. I am so distracted by the story of it all. I have not even asked what it is that brings you to me this night.”
“I almost forgot myself, but it may not be entirely unrelated… I have need of your…” he stared at the door, as if suspicious that someone was listening. “facilities.” 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 … knew what Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person. referred to. Behind the fireplace in the sanctuary, there was an entrance to a tunnel that opened up a good hundred yards from 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, at what looked from above like an ordinary tree stump. That was one of the few things the previous priest had shown 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 … before he left town. It had been excavated long ago, when the temple was first built as an outpost in a hostile town, and was originally meant both as an escape route, and as a way to secretly get information in and out of town. The tunnel had collapsed a bit since then, and now had to be carefully crawled through, but even someone of Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …'s girth could navigate it from end to end with some patience. “Trade has been poor lately, as you know. I was forced to miss the Winter Fair in Huerten for the first time, so my usual collection of more exotic goods is tight. But I have reason to believe that some traders have tried to get into 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 despite current events. I would like to send someone out to survey the situation… Someone whose absence would go unnoticed by the other townsmen.” Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person. stood as if to leave. “It has been some time since I made a donation. I do plan to remedy that.”
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 face slowly lost its color as he silently listened to the plan. He was all too aware that men with money and power got what they wanted - and he hated them for it. He tried to keep his calm, but the final offer of a donation finally brought him to animation. “Sir, if that I were a Jarramiteplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Cult of Jarram
This mercantile religion is centered in Duerstadt, capitol of Rang, but Jarramites can be found in many major cities, where they focus their efforts on money-lending and trade. This is not just where opportunity has landed them; Jarram is known as the Merchant God, my service would be so easily purchased.” Townsman Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
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Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person. was taken aback by the Priest, who continued, “As it is, your proposal brings nothing godly with it. You would risk the thing's detection, because your 'collection of exotic goods is tight'?” He glared, “You are a Townsman 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 by 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's rule shall you conduct yourself. I cannot allow you to prosper, even over the Morenthiansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics, simply because you are Andrithanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of.”
In a softer tone, 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 … seemed almost apologetic, “I do hope the relocation of the previous Head Priest does not further inconvenience you. I understand if your wealth overflows not into Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of's coffers this year. But I worry more for you than the coffers. Perhaps come you to worship the morning after Market Day, and teach Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of's word to the children? You spend much time in the company of Morenthiansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics.”
The townsman's entire body tensed, making his arms stick out even more stiffly than usual, but he visibly forced himself to relax. Perhaps he was able to restrain himself because he was so used to a lack of respect from the Morenthiansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics of the town, or perhaps because he had some ingrained fear of, or even respect for, Andrithanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of priests. He stood still for a long while, considering his words.
“I have not been scolded so since I trampled the flowers in my mother's garden as a child…” He again had to calm himself. This time, he seemed to succeed.
“Sir, we all need guidance along our path. I would see to yours if you come more often.”
“Perhaps my outlook has become overly Morenthianplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics, and perhaps I should visit the Temple more often, but you know I cannot come here during the day. My position is tenuous enough as it is.” He paused, considering his words again. “My donation, of course, will be unconditional, and there is one more element to the story which might interest you. My… sources… tell me that these traders come up the river, but from a great distance.” At Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …'s uncomprehending look, the townsman continued. “The Roe system is unnavigable along most of its length. The only river that allows extensive travel is the Hornblow, which passes through the city, seventy miles away. If my sources are reliable, which they may not be, then there is something unusual about these traders.”
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 … recalled the dark-skinned merchants he had seen from time to time at markets. “Indeed,” he said simply, and continued with a blessing for donors. “Your donation will help those who have nothing to find hope again. We at the Temple are blessed to be your instrument of their salvation, as you are to be their benefactor.” The two men walked to the door. “One thing still bothers me. If there are those 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 still under control of some demon puppeteer, is there anything we can do?”
“If that is the case, then the guard, the townsmen and the Houseplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth
As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under the House, to which access is severely restricted. Expensive glass windows d… have all failed to handle the matter. Perhaps a representative 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 will have greater success. I wonder if these mysterious traders have any role to play.”
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 … paid no heed to what he thought was nonsense and false praise, likely aimed to swaying his decision, but he sensed that there was more going on here, and that the Townsman would not simply let the matter rest. “I have a man on the outside who might be of use to you. I trade messages with him over the wall. I will loan him to your purpose. Provide me with a note and whatever proof of identity he would need, and he will approach your traders.”
“Your help is much appreciated, preceptor. The note will be delivered early tomorrow morning, along with my donation, of course.”
Although he tried to be a good priest, 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 mind kept wandering to Leera. He even offered to orate the main theme of his next sermon, if Townsman Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person. was unable to attend in two days time, to help focus his thoughts. As he bid the Townsman good night, his mind raced over all they had discussed.
In the morning, 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 dreams had shown him two chains of events. The first was that the earthquake had freed Leera's mind from control, whereupon she used her knowledge of the sorcerer to destroy him and launched herself in the public eye as Ulan's successor. The second, more disturbing possibility was that Leera did not regain her mind, the whole attack of the Houseplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth
As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under the House, to which access is severely restricted. Expensive glass windows d… was staged, and the sorcerer was still very much alive.
It all hinged on Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person.. Either he was feeding 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 … a scary story, or he was acting in a way unforeseen by the sorcerer. Or… was there something deeper?
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … could not think on this any more right now. The brisk air outside woke him up, but not nearly so much as this water would. He unfastened the bucket from the tree branches, now spilling over with fresh water, and began his morning cleansing. The final step of this always brought his thoughts to the Goddess.
“For all that is holy!” 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 … cried out in shock as the cold water spilled off his head.
Back inside, he focused on his morning prayer with the others, then made his preparations to go forth to the Market and spread the word of peace, love, and health.
“I am out today, Acolyte Phisch. 'Tis Market Day in the town.”
“Yes, Preceptor,” the Acolyte respectfully answered as he held open his master's pack.
“Dig in the south east corner of the garden - there are carrots growing there.”
Phisch doubted that. “Yes, Preceptor.”
And bind those broken Skyberry bush branches with sackcloth and twine. More berries are forthcoming this year.“
Phisch doubted that, too. “Yes, Preceptor.”
“Are you perfect, Phisch?”
“Yes… No, Preceptor.”
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … turned and took his pack from the Acolyte. “Neither am I. But we strive to be our best, and in our hearts that makes us nearly as good!”
As he slung the pack over his shoulder, Phisch said, “Preceptor, this came for you.” He handed over a wooden tube. It was, no doubt, from Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person.. Everyone else 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 … knew would have kept the tube and delivered the contents.
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 … removed the cap and shook out the papers inside. One was a rolled letter, with Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person.'s seal – the letter from himself to the traders. The other was a signed paper stating that Lelen Meretal had achieved journeyman status in the trade guild under Eiselonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person. Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person. 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 was permitted to trade guild goods both in and 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 provided that six tenth parts of his income was returned to the guild. The last thing to roll out of the tube was a wrapped up pile of tiny coins – gold attles, by their tiny size, though Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had seen very few in his life.
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 … slid the contents back into their tube and secreted it behind the floorboard of his room. He would have to count the coins later on. Right now, he had important business. Preceptor Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … set out to the marketplace.
A nearly-full Halkakplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Five Moons
Five moons rise and set in the sky of Aerv, never crossing paths. At the end of the world, they will all wane together, and diminish to nothing for the Zioth.
Quite a lot of mythology centers around the moons. Zahirans' theology revolves around the Moon Children. The Moon Wanderers in the Shirahjat Cohilition migrate with the rising and setting of the moons in ways that only they fully understand. dipped low in the sky as the sun broke dawn opposite it. Were full moons always opposite the sun? Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … could not remember. He continued with walking stick in hand, which had turned up leaning on his chair at the temple.
Although early, the streets were still speckled with activity in preparation for Market Day. The priest kept to himself. These people were not in need, and they did not have the time to listen. They were all busy with setting up, or thieves looking to take advantage of unwatched goods. 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 … knew well about thieves - knew how to safeguard against them. Sometimes he would simply stand near an unaccompanied wagon when he knew thieves were about, and that was enough to keep them in the shadows. It also gave 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 … an idea how to spend his time next Market Day.
Closer to the market, the activity condensed and multiplied. Another type of person appeared - the beggars. They were sometimes difficult to tell apart from the thieves, but the beggars required a certain amount of visibility and interaction while the thieves did not.
“Sir!” He called for the attention of a man carrying sacks from a cart. “Your goods there are eyed from the shadows. I will stand watch while you unload.” Despite the protests, 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 … walked off the road to where the sacks were stacked - off the ground, so they were filled with something sensitive to moisture. They surrounded a fire, over which hung a kettle. It was close enough to a boil that a light steam escaped the spout.
Over the course of several sack deliveries, 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 … managed to acquire a bucket of hot water for Wilds' tea. He left the boiled kettle on a stone surrounding the fire and apologized for spilling it, then moved on where he offered his usual deal to the beggars: A drink of warming tea in exchange for an open mind. He had made many converts here, and his tea was becoming renowned for its ability to keep one warm all day long.
Many people, even more than in recent days, dragged themselves forward with dazed looks in their eyes, like they hadn't slept in weeks. Others ran around with a frantic energy, trying to set up stalls as the sun moved all too quickly across the sky. Everyone and everything seemed to be in a hurry. Even the clouds zipped across the sky like they had somewhere important to be. This was the first Market Day that Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had attended since the tremors, and the first time he had observed so many of the citizens in one place. The oddness of their behavior seemed far more apparent now, not as easily dismissed with so many obviously afflicted.
The morning passed quickly, and before Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … noticed, it was noon. The fast moving clouds were building up and darkening.
“I beg your pardon,” he announced to no one in particular, as if someone had actually been listening to his message of love. He hopped down from the stone which he preached from and headed back to the temple.
Back in his room, 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 … prepared for his outing. He counted the donation by Townsman Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person. and noted it in his ledger. Fifty attles. Quite generous, but generosity was no substitute for piety.
He slipped away to the sanctuary, and, making sure no one else was in the room, reached up into the flue of the fireplace and pulled the hidden lever. With a soft groan, a crack opened up in the masonry. 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 into the fireplace and shoved the secret entrance open the rest of the way. He took a lit candle from the sanctuary, dropped down into the small space behind the fireplace, and slid the door closed behind him. There he discarded his robes, symbol of the Healer, and walking stick. Donning a simple tunic, muffler and cowl over his leather armor, he was altogether a different person.
With his knife he etched the name of the journeyman, “Lelen Meretal” on the palm of his left glove. “Lelen,” he spoke to himself as he stepped into the tunnel. “My name is Lelen Meretal.” This would not be the first time he pretended to be someone else. He hoped it worked this time.
Soon, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had to get on his hands and knees. The tunnel, partially collapsed from age, was a tight fit in many places. Some day, it would probably close up entirely. At the other end of the tunnel, 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 and listened as best he could to ensure no one was around, then climbed up out of the stump that concealed the exit. Now he just needed to find these strange traders and convey the message on Townsman Makierreiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTrademaster Eiselon Makierrei
Description
Makierrei is a short man, about five two, potbellied and of medium build. His arms hang out a bit, as if he were a much heavier man than he actually is. He is balding and wears a moustache, which parallels heavy eyebrows. Almost comical when described, he is disappointingly ordinary in person.. He kept his ears open and set out.
Twice on the way to the river, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had to hide from patrols, no doubt set by Balban's army. They had waited quite a while since their first strike, but they clearly hadn't given up, or they would no longer have a presence in the area.
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 … walked parallel to the walls until he came within sight of the River Gate. Nothing was docked there. 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's vessels had been taken in during the blizzard, and had not come back out. Looking again, 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 … wasn't sure anything could dock there. The docks hung over a river that was far lower than usual. Since the only reasonable place a trading vessel could have come from was Forenzig to the north, 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 … followed the river north.
Small fields alternated one after the other with patches of boundary forest, each farmer trying to get at least a small piece of the river. Before long, 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 … spotted a slight man dangling his feet over the riverbed. He had plain, worn clothing but his skin was cleaner than any farmer's. He gave 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 … a glance and then waited patiently to be approached. When Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … got close enough, the man said, in a matter of fact tone as if discussing the weather, “You will want to go back that way, priest of Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of.” He gestured downstream, to the south.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … did not react; he just walked a few steps further and crouched on the bank, a wary distance from the smaller man. It bought him some time to consider the message, and its meaning. How was he recognized so quickly? With a cowl on his head and none of his usual garments?
“Have we met? Your face is unknown to me.”
“There's no reason you should know it, and very little reason I should know yours, but the wind brings people together in odd ways.” The man put his finger in the air. “There hasn't been much wind lately.”
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 … cast a glance to his glove. “Call me Lelen.”
“You can call me the Messenger. It's as true a name as yours. If you want to be convincing, I suggest you make that glance part of a handshake.”
“With respect, sir, my business takes me north and I race against darkening clouds. Will you hold me here, or am I free to press on?”
“I will not hold you here. Carry on as you wish, but your business takes you south, not north. A race against these clouds is not one you can win.” He ran the sentences together as if they were related.
“Know you my business? Then name it, sir. For only if you know my business, and I cannot imagine how you could, can your direction be of use.” There seemed to be so much happening in just a few sentences. 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 … just ignored the most of it and focused on the important question: Where are these strange traders?
The Messenger leaned back and lay on the ground. He stared at the clouds for a while before he said anything else. “You have an interest in the Zioth,” he said, as if none of the conversation until that point had occurred. “How soon would you care to see it come to pass?”
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … kept his placid smile, but was beginning to show sign of stress. “What would I… Zioth? It comes in a score of years, regardless of my wishes. And that is not the business I set to presently, I am on a delivery. I seek traders who cannot enter Maelsbourg.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … stood. “Forgive my ill manner, sir. If you cannot show me where they are, Messenger, I must find them myself.” He paused, waiting for the man to say something.
“A score of years can pass more quickly than some would think.” The Messenger smiled, whether at Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … or at the clouds wasn't clear. “Your traders are to the south, and I suggest you hurry. Hurry and show them the way into 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, to 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 himself if you like, and then keep hurrying. Maybe you can outrun the clouds after all.”
A few moments passed. “My thanks, sir. Keep you well.” He hesitated a moment, then produced a folded piece of paper and offered it to the Messenger. “If you would find me again once the gates open, this will direct you.” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … turned and proceeded swiftly south.
The Messenger unfolded the paper, and found it simply marked with 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 symbol of Zioth – a superimposed circle and square, bisected by three lines: vertical, horizontal, and diagonal. The symbol was etched into the trees of the park, plus some other locations around town, always pointing towards the temple. The Messenger smiled and folded the paper back up. “I wonder,” he said to no one. “Does the Zioth bring the wind, or does the wind bring the Zioth?”
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 … followed the river south for a ways, past farms and forests and one disassembled camp site, before he saw a very unusual sight in the distance. The river, which had been low so far, was overflowing its banks up ahead, rushing forward but seeming to get nowhere. In the middle of it was a river barge, where tired rowers put all their strength into moving their craft not at all. The captain paced back and forth, encouraging the crew, and another man with his arm in a sling stood at the fore, looking ahead, downstream. Three of the rowers looked recently hired – at least, they wore different dress than the others – and of those, two, in all-concealing robes and cowls didn't seem to be able to keep their rhythm the same as the rest.
Strange traders? I would say so. 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 … took in the fantastic sight for a moment, then expanded his gaze to see if anything could be done. Obviously they had to be be grounded, despite the high waters, but he could not figure why they kept rowing.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … stood as close to the river bank as he dared, waved his arms and shouted to the barge. “Ropes!” he cried out, “Toss me your ropes!” They would need to throw the rope some eight or ten yards, but surely a strong, sailor-sort could manage it. Instead of rowing, 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 … figured the men could be put to better use pulling on ropes, which he would tie off to a tree or something sturdy.