Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … finished up the food they had prepared and found a quiet corner to settle down in, grateful to be indoors at night. He checked the position of the windows and doors before sitting quietly and taking copious notes. It wasn't that he was unsociable, it was more that he had an evening and morning routine that he found hard to change. He also loved his sleep. If ever someone had wanted to torture Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …, pain would not have been necessary. Just wake him every few minutes and that would be enough to send him to the far side of the world and back. He did not know it yet, but having children and a family in the future was going to be an almighty test for him.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …, who gathered up the plates of those who had eaten for washing, was completely different in this regard. Sleep did not come easy to him, nor did routine. Even the responsibilities of running a small temple could not have been done without constant aide. He was constantly wary, his usual, befuddled state possibly a side effect of constant lack of sleep, a combination of vigilance and internal turmoil that wound not let him rest.
The jolly-looking man scanned the room as he brushed the cracking, wooden plates. Though the family setting brought back painful memories, it did not show. He focused on the present, piling scraps onto a piece of cloth, which he tied into a bundle by the corners and tucked away.
With that, as with the evening in the public house, Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … was one of the first to try to sleep. He had exerted himself more than usual during the sudden escape from Yunimplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigYunim / Dunweig
by Arnell, edited by the DM
Yunim
Yunim is (in the year 577) a cosmopolitan trade center in the region of Meheiral, run by the Orithoran religion, led centrally from the great Temple of Justice. It is on the edge of Yunim Lake, making fishing one of its principal industries. The, and while the exertions were well within his capability, he felt drained from the spell casting, the traveling and even from concentrating on the ramblings of the Mad, trying to keep up with the conversation while internalizing everything that was said.
Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … quieted his mind, finalized his notes and smoothed out the thin cloth on top of his straw mat on the floor. Mustel was quick to snuggle up and looked well fed that day, no doubt on the various field mice he had hunted down, his magical nature giving him a totally unfair advantage. Eyelids drooping, Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … pinched the bridge of his nose as he squinted, before catching 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 eye. He motioned goodnight.
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. watched with amazement as Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … settled down into a deep slumber. His own mind was not yet ready for sleep, something he would have happily avoided altogether if it was possible.
“Sleep sound, Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …. Pleasant dreams,” spoke their healer softly to him. “Thank you for your labors tonight.” He smiled, then turned to sit with the old woman at the small table built for no more than four.
Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume
Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. sat to his side. “Dinner was good,” he said shortly, although he had not eaten much. Normally he ate a warrior's meal, but although he had the hunger from a day of hard travel, he felt guilty about taking these people's precious food. At least now they could all relax. He felt safer now, as the evening darkened the sky.
Mia's grandmother ate what was left of the night's dinner, ignoring everyone around her. When she finished, she put down her bowl and looked 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 …, sitting beside her. The small square room, one of two rooms in the building, was lit only by a single broad candle in a copper stand, which flickered wildly in the breeze that came through the open door and windows. The grandmother's face, everyone's for that matter, was a chaotic pattern of shifting light and shadows. “Still here?” she asked. “Then you have a question after all. Your return will be dangerous once the world snaps and the battle begins. 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 will not welcome you, nor those of the hidden peninsula, but you must ally with one to enter by a familiar route. When you return, you will bring some of the pieces, or you will not. You have two futures.”
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. listened to the old woman with keen interest as she rattled off a new riddle. He smiled and politely thanked her while cursing silently in his head. Could no one speak in plain terms anymore? Must everything be couched in puzzles? He wondered idly if it correlated with age. He was still in his youth, and could readily answer a question in plain Rouchplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigLanguage
Rouch
Rouch is the vernacular, or common tongue, spoken throughout Rang. Because of Rang's influence, it's also a trade language in the surrounding kingdoms.
Sarnam
Sarnam is the “old tongue,” spoken by the priests of Andritha. Most of the nobly-born are familiar with the language. (among other languages). Did one reach a certain point in life where the brain began to rot and babbling in broken syntax became a more appealing? He could not even put it down to a consequence of being one of the Mad, as the priests of 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 felt obliged to speak in the same opaque fashion. Even 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 to suffer from the malady a bit, though increasingly 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 coming to the conclusion that the large priest was somewhat hard of thought. Not to say there was not a mind in there, but like a log headed down the sluice it might have a good deal of power behind it but no ability to adjust laterally.
But as he pondered the words further, 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. realized the old woman had perhaps offered some clues that were more direct then those provided by Malethorpeiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Mad
Description
In the year 577, the Mad are people exiled from civilization, due to their unusual, and sometimes dangerous, behavior. They spend a lot of time in trances or asleep, though there are periods of lucidity, and they occasionally speak in riddles. These riddles are considered by many to be prophesy, and some seek out the Mad in order to learn of their own futures or pasts. or the forgotten texts of the snake-walkers. Once the world snaps and the battle begins. That might be a reference to the Battle of the Magicsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Battle of the Magics (577)
Belazan: The conflict dates back to the beginning of time, and has little to do with magic. I imagine the first men to craft arrow heads out of stone were feared and hated by their enemies, and the weapons themselves viewed with suspicion. Nothing changed when mages began to hire themselves out to princes and kings. The kingdom with more power was hated, but that hatred couldn't target an entire kingdom. To do so would be to admit inferiority. Instead, the weapons…, a conflict between the forces of Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash
By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17
Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization. and an alliance of churches. 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 suspected a conflict lay in the offing, and the old seer had all but confirmed it. The return will be dangerous once the battle begins? Does that mean a return trip through time would be less dangerous if they managed it before the mage wars began?
And the reference to 'those of the hidden peninsula.“ While far from a proper description, the Mia's grandmother had identified a second group that could be allied with. He wondered if Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash
By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17
Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization. might be located on a hidden peninsula. It sounded like he would have to ally with either 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 (which seemed far-fetched at this point) or the peninsula dwellers. The final reference to the pieces he could interpret. He knew of the five secrets of the Zioth, and it occurred to him the old woman was confirming that the pieces existed in this place and time. If they could collect one or more, they could bring a piece back with them, but that was not guaranteed. The old woman could only see so far. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. wondered what would happen if they brought a secret of the Zioth back from this future to his past Could both exist at the same time? The books he had taken from the desk in the abandoned sanctuary of 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 suggested this would be the case. But those were mundane objects and the pieces of the Zioth might harbor unique power.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … thought about what he could possibly ask, to keep the old woman entertained, at least, while she was lucid. Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume
Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance., whose head was swimming in questions, leaned forward and met her eyes. “Are we destined to return then? What if we were to stay in this time?”
“I see only an end, but the future is not carved in stone.”
“I feel…” Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume
Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. became shy about his next question. “I feel strength from Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of, as if she is the path I should have travelled my entire life. I worry about returning 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. Somehow, I fear they could pull me back in. Their will… is indomitable. What will happen to 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 … turned with surprise at Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume
Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance.'s comments, but stayed still for the old woman's answer.
The woman smiled briefly, her eyes squinting and spreading patterns of dry wrinkles across her face before relaxing. “You ask about the choices one man will make. No one can tell you which path you will choose, when confronted with the roots of your faiths.”
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. lingered on awake after the rest of the encampment had settled down for the night. He was, by natural inclination, habit and occasional vocational necessity, a late night sort of man. When darkness fell was when the opportunity arose to learn things that were kept concealed in the light of day. Granted, this often included things other people purposefully did not want to share, like in which false drawer they hid the jewels taken from the deathbed of an elderly aunt, but to Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers.'s mind that was not a proper justification for withholding knowledge. And it was not like such an unpleasant sort who would hide a string of pearls from the other heirs deserved to keep it for themselves. Even priests tended to have books they believed were better left unread by the improperly trained, tomes they could not quite bring themselves to destroy outright. Such things had to be read after an overly restrictive abbot had slipped into an eve of slumber.
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 also a man for whom sleep did not come easily. He did not quite understand how others managed to simply 'blow out the candle' of their thoughts. His mind seldom stopped racing long enough to permit an easy passage into the realm of unconsciousness. Even as a child, many of his nights had consisted of reading or playing rooks against himself until sheer exhaustion shut him down.
And tonight there was still far too much to consider and process. So he sat by the one candle to chat with whoever was awake for as long as his hosts could muster, then roamed the camp after the others turned in, pondering the words of Malethorpeiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Mad
Description
In the year 577, the Mad are people exiled from civilization, due to their unusual, and sometimes dangerous, behavior. They spend a lot of time in trances or asleep, though there are periods of lucidity, and they occasionally speak in riddles. These riddles are considered by many to be prophesy, and some seek out the Mad in order to learn of their own futures or pasts. and the old woman. He paused briefly in the shadows of the tree line and took out the round crystal that poor Talaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigTala
Tala stands at around 5 foot 8 inches, with round, dark brown eyes, shoulder-length, and wavy, dark brown hair, parted at the middle and usually held back in a ponytail with some piece of cloth. His face is a bit rounded, his nose not too tall, and his ears are usually showing, unless he does not tie up his hair. He weighs around 140 pounds, has a toned physique, and his skin is of tan color. had carried out from the hidden chambers 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. What had the little Mad boy done with it? 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 it up to his eye as if to took at it and spoke “yesterday.” He tried in all the tongues he knew.
At first, 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. didn't think anything had happened, but what he saw through the glass was subtly changed. A branch swayed in a different direction, or an infested leaf was a little less damaged. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. looked around him through the glass, and saw that some changes were more dramatic. Malethorpeiplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Mad
Description
In the year 577, the Mad are people exiled from civilization, due to their unusual, and sometimes dangerous, behavior. They spend a lot of time in trances or asleep, though there are periods of lucidity, and they occasionally speak in riddles. These riddles are considered by many to be prophesy, and some seek out the Mad in order to learn of their own futures or pasts. was behind his book instead of on it. The little boy was lying down, face planted in the dirt, while in reality he was leaning against a tree.
Finally, after the sheer boredom of being an empty little encampment with no one else left awake to speak with began to bear down upon 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. settled into a spot in a corner of one of the small sheds. While it would offer no real protection, he felt better about closing his eyes in a nook where he might be overlooked, or at least be less obvious to a nocturnal or early morning visitor.
Some of the Mad slept occasionally, or at least remained in their trances, but every once in a while, one or another, inside the shack or out, one would let out a startling noise or utter a few words before quieting down. Sleep was difficult, and Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss
Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… and Gilplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigGuillaume
Tall and handsome, Gillaume son of Heliand is the image of the heroic warrior. His chin is broad and his smile broader. His face is carefully shaven, and his brown hair would fall in curls if it weren’t for the closely cropped, monastic haircut. His hands are calloused and strong, but his long fingers give them a kind of elegance. were soon outside the camp, the former impatiently keeping watch, and the later kept awake by thoughts of the old woman's words.
Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … dreamed he was walking, cloaked, through a market and avoiding all of the people in it. It was dusty, so dusty. As he looked behind, a bear was chasing him, and he ran through the crowds to avoid it. As he ran, pushing people aside, he looked behind frantically. Each person he pushed aside seemed faded into the nether, slipping away beside him as the dusty track became narrower, narrower. At the sides of his vision, black and white lines descended from the sky towards him, each line bouncing individually closer, up and down, but gradually falling as they did. The bear’s mouth, dripping with saliva, pursued.
Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … tumbled into a chamber filled with treasures. Gold lay everywhere on the floor, covering trinkets and rods and wands of wood. Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …, in a black cloak, clambered through the gold to move forward, but slid back with every step. Frantic. 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 hand appeared in front of him and grabbed his wrist, but as Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … looked to thank 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…, the man's face was blank and shadowed. Was it 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…?
Heaving, Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … landed back on the dusty path, but this one was lined. With… something. Arnellplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … continued to move, and the path detoured this way and that. He changed his path a hundred times, each time unsure of which way to go, each time the dripping mouth closer and closer. Every so often, his friends in a variety of disguises beckoned him this way and that, but he stayed on the path, never slowing down. He couldn’t quite get to them, and they kept changing the track they were on. So dusty. It started to snow. The black and white lines still descended towards him and surrounded his bedding, touched the edges. The bear’s mouth opened… he startled in his sleep.