Frost hung in the air as Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers.'s breath escaped from the hood of the cloak. 'Even the weather here 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 is dour,' he thought as he wove his way around 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…. But the unusual chill was not enough to stay him from his business – he needed a new set of rooms. The widow Turen's house had been accommodating enough for a solitary lodger, but the old woman was a bit too nosy for his tastes and he suspected keenly interested in the comings and goings of her lodgers. No, a place with a bit more traffic and a less prying landlord was required.
The widow's house had served its purpose anyway. Now he would not be suspected as a new arrival in a city that had long since closed its gates, but rather he'd be seen as a lodger looking for a bit more space. That meant he would have to move his belongings again as well, though if he kept the crossbow hidden in the pack it should go without notice.
He regretted again the necessity of selling his horse in one of the farmsteads outside of town, but there had been no other choice, really. It hadn't been that difficult to get over the wall 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 once night had fallen, especially with the unusual cold. The guards had walked briskly from tower to tower along the tops of the walls, lingering indoors as long as they could get away with. But that was no route for a horse, and with the city sealed, he could not have just ridden up to the gates. Still, a horse would be a good idea, in case he had to leave quickly.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. wondered how long he should dally in this gloomy city. For the most part, the nature of 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 was no better than the weather. Maybe it was the dramatic recent events, he told himself, that led these people to make Zahiransplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZahira
by Diane Hutton and the DM
The Common View
Zahira is seen as a dangerous cult that welcomes the Zioth and embraces death. It is led by mysterious druid-like entities known as “True Zahirans.” There is quite a bit of legend surrounding these druids, such as their ability to appear out of nowhere, or the fact that they all look alike. appear optimistic. Having an invading army upon their doorstep and an evil sorcerer preying on their populace might have put a crimp on things. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. had heard about the dazzling defender of the city as well, the Golden Priest who walked upon the air. Politics could go hang for all they mattered. Didn't the people of Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
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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 see the wonder that was before them? What was truly important? Magic, witnessed by hundreds, if not thousands.
The status of the army was a bit puzzling. While the town officials had rallied the people 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 to repel the attempted invasion, more than a few residents seemed keen upon welcoming this Balban fellow and his forces.
As much as the descriptions fascinated him, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. had concluded he should give the evil sorcerer a wide berth. A man who could bend minds was nobody to tangle with, though if he could be observed from a distance… No matter. It wasn't even clear whether the evil sorcerer was still alive or not – opposing rumors ran rampant. And nearly a week had passed here and Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. found himself with no real leads. Keep calm, he told himself. A handful of days hardly represented a thorough investigation. He had to give it time. Maybe the Golden Priest was the place to start, at the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth
As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under the House, to which access is severely restricted. Expensive glass windows d…. Better than looking for a possibly dead evil sorcerer at any rate. But first there was the matter of the rooms.
A right at the crossroads ahead led away from the heart of Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg
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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. Several vendors had said good things about the Eight Tails Inn, so Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. had decided to pay the place a visit. The rooms were said to have good locks on the doors for an extra fee, and the inn was crowded enough that the innkeeper might not notice a room out of use for a day or two.
Though it was still late afternoon, the city's streets were far too quiet. No matter what he might do, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. was readily noticeable, and now was not the time for creeping down alleys. As he drew near the inn, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. was approached by member of the watch who was patrolling the thoroughfare. “Hold there,” the man said, his eyes following the lines of the leather armor Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. wore and the whip upon his left hip.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. drew to a stop and stood erect. He looked at the guard unflinchingly and then, and this was the important part, nodded his head just a bit, enough to acknowledge the fellow and show respect, but not enough to appear overly deferential, as a peasant would. “Well met, officer. I do hope I will not distract you from your duties overly long.” Sound authoritative, he thought, and plant the suggestion that you hailed him.
The watchman's brow furrowed slightly. “I'm just on patrol here and keeping an eye out. I've been stationed here for the last week and I don't recognize you as a customer of this inn.”
It worked, thought Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers.. The fellow is going to be polite. He knows I'm not some farmer or apprentice. “That is true, officer. However, good report of this customhouse had reached my ears and I ventured forth today to determine if yonder inn might be worthy of my future patronage.” He waited for a moment while the fellow worked out a couple of the larger words.
“You want a room at the inn?” he asked eventually.
“Yes, good officer.”
“Who are you, and why do you need a room at this inn? Where are you moving from?”
“My name is Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. and I am looking for more suitable lodgings. I had taken a room at the house of a respectable widow-woman, but after spending some time there I find myself in need of a different atmosphere.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, to be frank, though the widow is a very respectable lady, I find she intrudes upon my solitude more than I prefer.” The guard looked at him questioningly. “Hrm, how do I put this politely. I am an unattached man of at least suitable means, and she has seen fit to regularly bring into her house a niece, who while I am sure is a truly a lovely lass – at least from a distance on a foggy night – is not a woman I am interested in courting.”
The guard laughed at that. “Guess that's pretty understandable. You're not 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, are you?”
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. shook his head. “Nay, I was a visitor to your city, and truly hope it sees fairer days soon. But given closing of the gates, I will be staying 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 for the foreseeable future. Hence my need to locate some suitable long-term lodgings.”
“What brought 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? What is it you do?”
“That is a fair question, and not one with the best of answers.” He smiled at the guard. “I am fortunate in some ways and less fortunate in others, but on the whole I wager I have it better than most. I was both advantaged and disadvantaged by birth, as my family has considerable resources, but well… there isn't much use for a third or fourth son is there?” Imply but don't say, he thought. Let the watchman guess as to whether you are from a noble or merchant family. No need to lie, but no need to explain it all in great detail, either. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. held up one spindly arm. “The choices for a surplus son are limited, and my own shortcomings limit me further. So I became a scholar.” He tugged on the scholar's scarf wrapped under his cloak. “I write, give lectures and occasionally tutor young men from families with children to educate if they are recommended to me. At times, I give lessons to the lads I find on the street or upon the fields, since I am fortunate enough that I can make scholarship my calling and not just a livelihood.”
“So what brought 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?”
“Well, I was partially attracted by a chance for scholarship – I had never visited the city before – but primarily, it was for a position as a lecturer and tutor. I had been offered a reasonable commission for my services for a period of a few months, and had journeyed here to take up the offer.”
“What family?”
“Alas, my employer was Goren Malblanc.”
The guard looked downcast. “It's a damn shame what happened to the Malbancs. We got things under control, but not quickly enough.”
“Unlike the family and household staff, I did not stay at the Malbanc household and my life was spared. Soon after, the gates were closed, so now I find myself extending my stay beyond my original term. Fortunately, my fortunes are sufficient to provide for my needs even without a posting.”
It took a moment for the watchman to realize that Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. had finished speaking. “Fair enough, sir. Sorry to trouble you, but my eyes were drawn to the gear.” The guard pointed to the armor and whip. “Is there a particular reason for those?”
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. shrugged. “Mostly recent events, partially habit. I've had to ride the country a lot and boiled leather protective is never a bad idea. And with recent events in town… well, I'm not much in the way of a warrior, but all that trouble just sitting outside the wall – I feel a bit better when I'm wearing my leathers. As for the whip, well, when I was a boy one of the duties foisted upon me was to participate in the caring for horses and the cattle. As a small child, the whip got me a lot better results than a swat on a steer's bottom, so I eventually became a fair hand at it. It's not too dangerous, but it can keep the, um, wrong sort away if needed.” Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. smiled broadly. “Plus, you would not believe how the crack of a whip motivates a young man to study – even without the pain of the lash.”
The guard chuckled, apparently taken with the idea of some rich townsman's son cowering at his desk as a whip cracked loudly overhead. “Well, make sure you're careful with it. If trouble does come calling, stay clear or you'll just get in the way. Leave it up to us to deal with the rabble outside.”
“Thank you officer. And if I might suggest, perhaps when you go off duty you could come join me in the taproom? It would be my honor to buy you a mug or two in return for your watchfulness. I feel it's the least I could do and I'd like to make some new acquaintances while I am here.”
The guard slapped him on the back, a blow that made the slight man quiver. “That would be most welcome, friend. I've got another two hours out here, but then I'd be happy to join you for a round or two.” Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. nodded once again and made his leave, casually strolling into the inn, which had a sign over the door with eight snake tails arranged in the same way as 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's eight-legged goat. Things were looking up now. A new set of rooms, and an appointment with a casual member of the watch who no doubt could tell him many things about the city. Then, maybe in a few more days, a way to the Golden Priest would be found.
Working for Gerrit Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
Description
Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed was probably the easiest job Jehrad Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… had ever had. Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
Description
Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed, a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, had been attacked, and both his legs broken, in some political maneuver Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… didn't understand. From that moment, he'd become completely paranoid, spending inordinate amounts of money on locks for his doors and bars for his windows, and constantly checking around corners on the rare occasion that he left his house at all. Even the journeyman money-lenders and the loan sharks he also controlled were kept at a distance, just in case. That was Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o…'s job. In the beginning, he'd been led to believe that the townsman had dangerous enemies who were lurking around every corner, and desperately needed protection. Now he knew that Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
Description
Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed was just a scared little man who needed a hulk like Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… to stand between him and his visitors and look intimidating.
As one of a handful of people from the Eastern Kingdomsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Eastern Kingdoms
Little is known about the Eastern Kingdoms. At one time, there was regular communication with Rang, but the kingdoms have become increasingly quiet over time.
Physically, the Eastern Kingdoms are nearly inaccessible from Rang. Their borders with the Ice Sea are treacherous due to rocks and ice, so there are very few ports. The border with anywhere in Rangplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Kingdom of Rang
Overview
Rang is a huge kingdom, covering more than a million square miles, and extending from the Great Sea to the Ice Sea. It dominates the area politically, militarily and religiously. Rang is a monarchy, led by King Diure LXIV, but its immense size weakens the central government. Most feudal lords manage their lands independently, and only answer to the king in the loosest sense. The king does have several pockets of power, such as in Huerten, which allow him to maintai…, let alone in the backwater that was Huerten, Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… would already have stood out for his intensely pale complexion, pocked with red blotches from the southern sun beating on stubborn skin that refused to tan, and his completely shaved head. But he was more than just a pale-faced stranger. Standing at nearly six feet tall, he gave the impression of being much larger. Big bones, canon ball shoulders and cobra-like neck and upper back only added to his overall marked appearance. His appendages were just as massive. Thick muscular arms complete with fat sausage fingers sprouted out of large, veiny bear-sized hands. His crooked nose had clearly been broken more than once, and he was missing nearly half of his right ear. A five inch scar marred his forehead above the right eye, and clipped the center of his eyebrow. Cold, ice-grey orbs were what make up his eyes. If that wasn't enough, his entire body was covered with scarification designs, even if only the edges of many of them could be seen when he was in full dress. On the left side of his neck was the image of a small key and opening door, with a hand reaching out and beckoning for someone to enter.
In short, standing around and looking intimidating was a job that Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… was very, very good at.
It was almost a relief when Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
Description
Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed, hobbling around on his crutches, walked in on Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… while he was scrubbing a stain out of his tunic. Designs covered his entire upper body, but the most notable was an intricate white hot scarification along his entire right forearm. It depicted a kneeling nude woman with her hands thrown to the air in an act of anguish or despair. Strange letters surrounded the depiction in a spiral pattern.
Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed stood there and stared, unable to speak. Finally, he muttered, “This won't do… No, this won't do at all…” and turned and left. Not an hour later, six of Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed's other bodyguards informed Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… that he was being let go to find work elsewhere. He was given his last day's pay and escorted to the door.
Several days after he'd rented his room at the Eight Tails, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. was starting to become comfortable in the strange town. Besides his room, he'd rented out an old stable that wasn't being used anymore. The loft, with its poorly shuttered window, looked conveniently out on an alley. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. liked to be prepared for anything. He kept a hooked rope in the loft, able to be clipped on the window and lowered the alley below. Another hooked rope sat on the roof, with a thread tied to the loose end. The thread dangled almost invisibly near the window. If he had to, he could drop the first rope out of the window on the alley, then pull the thread and use the second rope to go up to the roof and pull the rope back up after him. If he was being followed, a pursuer who entered would only see the rope leading down to the alley.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. had explained to the landlord, a cobbler who lived in a small house on the same property, that he would be giving lessons to children there. He already had a group of five children from among the poor of the town, whose parents were more concerned with keeping them out of trouble than in the religion of their teacher? He even had one student who paid with more than an occasional apple. Weret, the son of a journeyman chandler, came in with a few diyars for each lesson. Besides giving him semi-gainful employment, the children provided Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. with information about 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 what went on on a day-to-day basis.
Finding a guard to watch over his school during lessons proved difficult. The entire town guard and more had been scooped up by townsmen for personal protection, and by Captain Duddan to protect against Balban's army. There was one man though, a former bodyguard for Townsman Argolplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuildmaster Gerrit Argol
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Argol is a spindly, pot-bellied man in his sixties, with dark brown hair that is rapidly fading into a dingy grey. A horse riding accident in his youth broke several of his front teeth, giving him a crooked and odd-looking smile. Because of this oddity, and his profession, he has been nicknamed, who was foreign enough and odd enough that he was having trouble finding work. That was how Jahred Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… ended up protecting a run-down barn that could barely be called a school two or three days a week, while he looked for a more full-time position. The children found the monster of a man intimidating, but it wasn't as if Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. had a lot of options. To supplement the meager income Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. was paying Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o…, he offered him one of the cots in the loft. At least he wouldn't have to pay for lodging.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. had learned a lot about 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 his short time there. He was good at that. He knew all about the recent political conflict that had escalated to violence. He knew about the disappearance of Ulan and the murder 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...
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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. that left a power void in the town. What he did not know, and what he wanted most to know, was what had happened to the Golden Priest. The man had appeared from 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…, battled with the sorcerer, and retreated back to 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…, never to be seen again.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. rubbed his eyes. Something about the past few days was making him and many other people 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 tired. He woke and slept at basically the same time he usually did, but he felt like he wasn't getting enough sleep. Focus…
The obvious thing would be to stroll into 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… and ask, but that was far more difficult than it seemed. Getting in required being a 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 people in this town seemed really good at guessing he wasn't. Was it a trick of the accent? Some unexpected phrasing of words? A lack of musical tilt to his language? And even if he could convince someone he wasn't an outsider, he'd have to go through hours of ritual purification. The exact details of the purification ritual was a pretty well-kept secret, and it was considered very rude, as Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. found out the first time he tried, to ask any 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 for details, but rumors could never be entirely staunched. There was the prayer (or song, as 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 called it) element common to many religions, and it was clear that a very thorough bathing was involved, including, some said, scraping and even burning of blemishes. Harsh substances cleaned the body inside and out, and more extreme reports claimed that these substances influenced the mind as well. The most unusual story was about some ritual involving lying with snakes and enduring their bites. Some even said there was a sexual aspect to the snake ritual. Who knew where the truth lay? Conversion – not that Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. would really bother with such a thing – was even more of a secret, and apparently was a several year process. Even after conversion, 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 considered the convert's soul hopelessly lost. It was only his children who had a remote chance of benefitting. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. guessed that, even if it hadn't been for the Plague of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Plague of Morenth (678-699)
After Drannenveldt, the leadership of the House of Morenth grew a bit frantic. They saw that the Jarramites, due to their commercial power, had a small measure of official tolerance, and they came up with their own plan to get a bit for themselves. (or Scourge 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, as he was careful to call it here) 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 wouldn't be particularly numerous.
After the sorcerer was supposedly killed by the Golden Priest, two jewelers were murdered, and messages were written on their walls in blood. The sorcerer had returned, everyone said. 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… made no comment, but the priests were still out in force, as if waiting for something. Then, finally, the sorcerer showed himself, right near 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…. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. was one of many witnesses to the event, where Leera, Ulan's daughter, reflected the sorcerer's spell back on him with a mirror, and destroyed him. This time, it seemed the sorcerer was gone for good.
The day after the vanquishing, the thirteenth of Saulturithagon, Weret came to class early. Unlike Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers., he seemed wide awake. He was holding a rolled sheet of parchment in both hands, as if terrified that he might damage it in some way. The eight-year-old boy, whose mangled right hand made him unfit as an apprentice chandler, looked up at Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. with admiration. “I have a letter for you.” He emphasized the word “letter” as if only a great and powerful personage could possibly be the recipient of such a thing.
Welcome to the game, Brendan (Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers.) and Christopher (Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o…)!
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