The last time 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… stepped through a magic portal, he was impaled on the other side. Despite the uninjured magicians and balewans – his own people, or some relation – he was apprehensive, but if anyone could handle the brunt of whatever was in there, it was him. It was his duty to go first. Without any outward show of concern, 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… approached the portal and reached out a hand to touch it, but there was nothing there. Hesitating no more, he ducked through.
The world vanished for only a moment, before he emerged into a new world. He immediately felt something was wrong, or at least very different. He smelled cool, sea air, and hearty northern grasses, and the earliest signs of autumn. From the top of the small hill he stood 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… saw a complex chaos of narrow streams, winding under innumerable short, cobbled bridges and around small but sturdy stone houses. The night was illuminated by will o' the wisps floating above the water in a light haze, whisking this way and that like fireflies. The sky was dark – too dark. The stars and moons were absent, as if the night sky was blocked by a velvet canopy.
It was not such a large town. Some few dozen stone houses with sharply angled roofs had been built between the rivulets, and beyond them was a large structure three stories high in staggered floors like the steps of a pyramid. To the left was a narrow tower, likely a hundred feet high or more and built to resemble the spiral horn of a narwal. In the distance, fading into the haze, 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… saw another town built on bridges and streams, with another stepped structure and another tower. In the opposite direction, he saw yet another town. In the few short seconds before others appeared, he counted eight towns, and dim, distant lights suggested many more beyond 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. bounded through the portal eagerly, trusting 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 have dealt with any hazards on the other side. He knew the valiant Vhoosch warrior would sacrifice his body to protect the others from any trap, but 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. fervently hoped that no such sacrifice would be required in this instance. The sensation of stepping through the gate was thrilling, if all too brief. It felt like, well honestly it felt like nothing he had ever experienced before, which was in itself worthy of this leap of faith. The closest approximation he could muster was the sensation of passing through a sheet of falling water, but without the heavy weight of a waterfall, combined with the rush of free movement associated with a fall from a considerable height.
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 staring at the dark sky and the hazy villages below, 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. joined the silent survey, 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 … falling in next to him. He was not quite sure exactly what he had expected to see in the fabled land 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., but he found the collection of quaint little villages quite surprising. If a mage could bend the natural laws of nature to suit his whims, living in a palace probably paled in comparison.
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 … surveyed the forest around him, quite surprised at his change in fortune. He remained frustrated at the obvious lack of interest in his part of the story, but then his part didn't involve traveling through time with knowledge of the future, so he would have to set his ego aside for a while. Fovery was dismissive towards the other wizards too, so maybe it wasn't personal. 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 … studied the undergrowth as he followed Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. and Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …, worried that despite the caution of the mages someone somewhere was following them. Approaching the shimmering darkness, he caught the eye of one of Fovery's accomplices and nodded. He took one more look around, his excitement mounting as he stepped into the portal.
Phosphorescent lights danced in front of his eyes 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 … completed the shift. He squinted, the wisps not helping his vision return, but his sense of wonder grew as he took in 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.. He felt a great accomplishment. For many years, study with the 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. wizards had been a goal of his, and now that goal was tantalizingly close. So this is it, he thought, his concentration on all of his residual spells disappearing fast. The feeling of being a fifth wheel continued however, and so again he found himself muted, along for the ride. He followed 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 …, sticking close to the priest, his senses alert and trying to soak up information like a sponge.
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 so absorbed in these new and strange surroundings that he didn't notice the others stepping through the portal behind him, 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., then 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 …, 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. and 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 …, and finally Fovery. Not until the other wizards and balewans were maneuvering around him did 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… look back and realize he should step out of the way.
“Welcome to 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.,” Fovery said. “A land often spoken of but rarely seen.” The High Mage stepped around the cluster of men and women to place himself in the front. “You wanted a show of trust, a demonstration that we don't see ourselves as overlords. Well as you can see,” he said with a wave of his arm that included the whole land around him, “we're rather isolated here. Follow me.” Fovery walked forward, gingerly making his way down the hill, along a worn but slightly muddy path.
“The wizards of Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash
By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17
Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization. have long served as advisors to kings and others of power who request our services. The desire to have people like us around waxes and wanes, both over time and geographically. We're kind of a traveling fad.”
“High mage!” the tall woman interrupted, but Fovery just dismissed the wizard with a casual wave of his hand.
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 intently as the group walked, carefully minding the words of the High Mage. His silence might have appeared uncharacteristic, but his newest companions had not yet seen the young scholar in the audience of a visiting lecturer. He loved to spread knowledge, which often meant talking a great deal when in the company of students or non-scholars, but could also display a ferocious focus on the words of anyone who could teach him something new. Fovery certainly fell into that category.
“Our place has always been to help from the sidelines, not to rule. Watch your step. The marsh light can be deceiving. Of course, we have our own hierarchy among ourselves, with the greater, or sometimes just less adventurous, among us living here and advancing the art of magic, while people like your new friend” – this was the first time in a while he'd made direct reference to 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 … – “do our work in the world. Step up here, and be careful on the stones of the bridge. It can get slippery at night.” The haze was all around them now, making it hard to tell the difference between the will of the wisps and the lights of the cluster of buildings ahead. It would be easy to get lost here, but the cool, misty air was refreshing after the summer heat on the other side of the portal.
Was 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 … so easy to manipulate? Perhaps so, for as soon as Fovery acknowledged him, he nodded like a puppy in need of attention from its master. No sooner had he done it, than 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 … inwardly cursed himself for being so simple, but therein lied the truth: 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 …'s desperation for recognition, respect and knowledge was a weakness even while it drew others toward him. He would need to mature in the future, for he had a intellect that still rested on young shoulders.
Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had been lagging behind, dumbly taking in all the new surroundings. 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. encouraged him forward, noticing they were causing the group to stretch out, and putting the rear guard in the awkward position of balancing whether and when and what action to take, to get these rare guests to their town moving. In the end they did nothing, as 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 … sped across the bridge, slipping and catching himself on the short stone curb. Yes, it seemed real, down to the insignificant details.
“Wizards learned long ago that dramatic shows of power don't ingratiate us with the people, so we keep the bulk of our power here, in this isolated and inaccessible land. The use of our magic in war has long since been banned. Just a few more bridges, and I can get you indoors.” They passed a small stone house with light coming out of the windows, but a strange nothingness inside. It was as if the windows themselves were made from thick, impenetrable light.
“So as you can see, there are no grand castles here, no hordes of stolen gold, just the basic comforts, and far too many bridges. You'd think that magic could fill in the marsh somehow, but those who've lived here their whole lives actually like the damp.” Fovery was quiet for a minute, until the large, stepped building emerged from the mist. Like the other structures, it was made from stone, green-red granite cut in uneven rectangles and polished smooth. Fovery waved a hand and a door appeared in the wall. When he opened it, an inviting warmth wafted out. “Please,” he said, and let the guests enter. When the wizards approached he said, “I can take it from here.”
The antagonistic woman stood firm. “High Mage, I insist.”
“Fine. You can join us.”
The wizardess and her balewan entered, and the others somehow knew that the invitation hadn't included them.
“I don't believe I've properly introduced you,” Fovery said, while following the others into a room of soft couches, a wide stone table, and warmth and light that seemed to come from everywhere at once. “This is Cailenajurenithile – Cailena –, one of our most talented and overprotective mages.” The door disappeared when the last of them entered. “Now about this conflict you say 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. will be involved in…”
Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. bowed to his hosts, not wanting to seat himself until the mages did so themselves. “Well met madam. Your concern over the safety of your homeland is not unwarranted, but I ask you not to act rashly, lest I precipitate the course of history that I fear. Though perhaps it is not in my power to change it right now, in this point of the cycle. I do hope that we can find a way to institute a positive change, because I dread the prospect of the world losing the wonders that magic might provide. I am not an old man, but have spent the last few years searching for items and remnants of magical power from prior eras. Until very recently, I had not met any success in these endeavors when a mystical calamity befell the city I was investigating. And the only mage that any of us have met, prior to crossing paths with the gracious Sir 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 a man who flooded the lands with fear as he woke the dead to do his bidding and cut men down with his fell magic. And he was the only known sorcerer I have heard of in my scant years. This is because in our time, the year 1001, magic is all but vanished from the world, surviving in only small pockets or heads of a smattering of individuals. This was the aftermath of an event we call the Battle of Magics, which I fear may have changed the world for the worse. And this is the era we find ourselves dropped into.”
Fovery's confident demeanor broke for a second. “So you're saying that the current tensions are worse than they seem… that sometime soon, there will be a battle between 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 the world's temples and churches, and that 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. will lose this battle so completely that well-traveled folk like yourselves will have encountered only a single wizard in your lifetimes?”
The High Mage glanced at Cailena, who said, “He is not lying.”
“And this perhaps explains my initial hesitation, knowing that considerable tensions probably exist already. I knew relaying our knowledge of future events might exacerbate the situation and thus I feared my actions might have helped sparked the conflict. It was not a possibility I relished.”
He spread his hands out wide and held them up. “Let me explain a bit more please, as I do not wish to mislead the high magi 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..” Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. cleared his throat. “I am not a historian by trade, my particular areas of study were natural philosophy, religious texts and what might be best described as folklore and mythology, which in my era, regrettably, means wizards. So I will not profess to any great expertise as to the Battle of Magics, as this time period is known in the future. But to be fair, I think the finer details would elude even the most diligent historians. We all know that history is written by the victors, and in this instance I suspect the victors decided that knowledge of the war and magic were best stricken from human memory. I have pieced together bits and pieces, but it was evident to me and others that some great purge occurred following the war.
“Before today, I have never set foot in 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. at any point in the timeline. I cannot definitively say this land does not exist in the future in some fashion or another. All I can confirm is that 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. is regarded as a legend in our time, and if there are mages left within its borders, they have hidden themselves away from the world and no longer deign to tread among the realms of the outside realm. That has always sounded somewhat unlikely to me, as I doubted men or women of such gifts could bear sealing themselves away in a self-imposed prison for their entire lives. And the passing of magic from the lands was not restricted to the mages 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.. Even among the mighty churches of our era true magic is exceedingly rare. The consequence of the Battle of Magics was the fading of magic of all sorts, and I have always thought the world was poorer for this loss, so I chased stories and legends of enchanted relics – the last remnants of a mighty age.”
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 wistfully. “It seems you already know who the participants in this great conflict will be, so I gather the seeds of conflict have already started to grow?”
“Not exactly. A Battle of the Magics is an old idea. It's any conflict – even a staged one – in which the two sources of magic are pitted against each other. What you're talking about is the same thing on a massive scale. It won't eliminate magic entirely – the necromancer you mentioned had to have learned his art from somewhere – but at the very best, the magi keep themselves completely hidden from the world, and aren't powerful enough or interested enough even to control one of their own. And all this mutual destruction comes from a few kings releasing their magi and a temple or two denouncing us, neither of which is anything new. What makes this time different?” The mage stood up and began to pace, something which seemed much more natural to him than sitting. He walked like a cat, his steps falling silently on the floor, which hinted once again at a less than noble past. “You give me very little to go on. If there is going to be a great battle that could end all magic in the world, we will either have to prevent it, or win so definitively that nothing like it will ever happen again. I'll have to summon Belazan. He would have liked to greet you instead of me, but the title of High Mage comes with some benefits. Make yourselves comfortable. I'll have some food sent in.”
“I will endeavor to offer more,” 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. said, forcing the High Mage to slow his walk towards the door, “but I wanted to make it clear we cannot offer specific details as to the times, locations or outcomes of individual conflicts, only as the the result of the entire war itself. You speak of plans to prevent or win this war, but remember it is a foregone conclusion that has been repeated over a thousand times at this point, unless our falling through a hole in the repetitive cycle of the Zioth gives us an opportunity to change the course of the cycle. But it could be that learning of the looming threat from us prompts you to prepare an incredible offensive – to win so definitively that nothing like it will happen again – and thus by our actions we created the escalation that turns this war into the last one.” 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. shifted his weight and tapped his foot on the floor three times, turning slightly each time as he did so. “Pardon, I will try to recall what other facts I may have learned about the upcoming conflict, but my mind is continuing to process the implications of our movement in the timeline and I have a theory to test. I wish to make it clear I do not care to know where in the world we actually are, and I respect the sanctity of your defenses and privacy, but by any chance do we happen to be on a peninsula?”
Fovery smiled a half-smile. “In a sense, yes… We can talk more when I get back.”
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 … stood, listening to the exchange, and thinking madly. He barely noticed that the High Mage's exit was being interrupted yet again. “Perhaps the battle of magics describes the time we are in, or are entering in rather than the event? I do not know if i am right, but 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 findings seem to suggest that some sort of inquisition was made against the use of magic in men. As we headed South in the forest, there was a suggestion made to us that has re-entered my mind. I happened to study magic as widely as I have been able, and I fear we are overlooking an ancient source of magic. If there are any issues with magic in 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 time, perhaps others have a different viewpoint? In short, perhaps we should consult the Elves also, for I hear they are very magical themselves. Excuse me, High Mage Fovery, perhaps you know more than I; it is only an idea that came to me.” 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 …'s body language showed his deference.
“The elves won't get involved in anything like this. They prefer personal interaction, involving just a few people at most. Anything of this scale is outside their… interests. Now if you'll excuse me.” His tone became just a touch sharper, indicating that he would not tolerate further interruption, and he let the door disappear behind him, leaving the group with Cailena.
Behind 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 …, 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. quietly hummed quietly, his eyes closed in concentration.
The prospect of meeting an enclave of elves was certainly a fascinating prospect 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., but he had also just arrived at 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., homeland of mages, and had scarcely had any opportunity to examine or study this place and the wonders it held. It would be a shame to depart so soon after arriving, especially since the oncoming hostilities might spell the end of this place.
Fortunately, the High Mage had quickly dismissed the idea. The elves would have little interest in a conflict such as 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…, so at least some things had not changed through the ages. The elves still held themselves apart and showed little interest in the affairs of men. It was clear the High Mage 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. had urgent business to tend to 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. stifled his impulse to ask him further questions. He wondered idly if Fovery was about to do something rash and start the war.
He decided the best thing to do was wait rather than press any 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. bowed down to the remaining mage 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. to offer his respects before taking a seat on one of the well-appointed couches. “Thank you for your hospitality Lady Cailenajurenthile, I hope you will not mind if we sit now. It has been some time since we have found ourselves in such pleasant circumstances. Master Fovery had mentioned refreshments would be forthcoming, and that is something we would deeply appreciate. I would also be untrue to my own self if I did not ask, if you see us being here for a period of time, would your community have any books that I might read during our stay? Nothing of import or great significance of course, but I would not wish to pass up any chance to read a text that might otherwise be lost in my own era. It helps my thought processes and I am not particular, as I am fascinated by almost any subject, though I fear that I am a lost cause when it comes to cookbooks.” He shot 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… a glance, nodding toward another seat at the stone table.
“No,” Cailena said coldly. “We do not allow outsiders access to books.”
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. took a seat at the table and rummaged through his battered rucksack looking for one of his own books. He had tried at least, though he could not understand why people were so reticent to share even the most mundane of tomes. He wondered if Cailena 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. knew how similar she was to priests in the Temple of 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. Maybe they were destined to fight because of how much they were alike, both reluctant to share knowledge with others. 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. located and extracted his blue commonplace notebook from his pack. All the battered second-hand books he had kept at the school 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 were gone now, but that did no matter. He remembered their contents well enough and most of them were quite dull. The only thing that had survived the icefall and the trip through time were three of his own books.
The blue one he intended to be a translation guide, maybe the first ever written, for the eastern Vhoosch language 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… spoke. He opened it and began to make some notes in the margin while he waited.
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… sat down heavily on the other side of the table, flexing his massive hands, a sure sign that he was distracted. He was trying to recall the tattoos he had seen on the Balewan guardians, comparing them to the marks of his own tribe. He wanted to go speak to them, just to hear someone speak in the proper words of the eastern tribes but had no idea what to say. As much as their presence reminded him of days long past his reach they would still never be members of the Vhoosch tribe. He drummed his fingers as he tried to remember what his father had said of the Balewan tribe. In any event, approaching them while they stood on guard duty would be a bad idea. It would surely be seen as a challenge to their authority, or at the very least a sign of disrespect to their posts.
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 up from his book to the drumming fingers of the big easterner. It would be hard to write with a smooth script while 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 tapping on the table. Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren
Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. cleared his throat. “Perhaps a few words might help? For the notebook and your own thoughts I mean? So you do not fall out of practice with the old tongue?” 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… nodded his approval and then began speaking in Vhoosch about the tools for riding. His tribe had a lot of words for the proper technique of horseback riding and how to prepare for a night raid.
“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., finally!” remarked 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 …, finally letting out the wonder he'd been holding in for so long. “I've been waiting generally ages to get here. I'm so eager to study!” He figured Cailena, being the host, couldn't possibly be as offish as the High Mage, despite her response 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.. “What brought you to 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.?” He inquired.
Cailena's long, rigid face stared silently at 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 …. She was in her sixties at least, and age had sharpened her features to the point where, when she opened her mouth, the lines from cheekbone to jaw stuck out like a dowels on a puppet. The ridge of her eyebrows shadowed dark brown eyes. However, despite her appearance and the cold way she had responded both 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. and Fovery, she seemed willing to engage with 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 …. “I was born here,” she said, “like very few others.”
“Born here! Remarkable! You have a family here, I assume? I wonder, if one was born here, but did not choose to study magic, would they be asked to leave?”
“With few exceptions, yes.”
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 … learned that Cailena was a member of one of several families who had lived in 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. for generations. Most magi, like 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 …, lived and trained outside of Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash
By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17
Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization., with only the most renowned or powerful making their way to the peninsula. Fovery was an outsider, raised to the position of High Mage far too quickly for Cailena's taste. He had once been a common thief, and many of the magi still thought of him as such. Of course, Cailena framed all of this in deceptively flattering and forgiving language, not wanting to imply in any direct way that she didn't support the High Mage. At some point during the conversation, 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 … noticed that food had been laid out on the table in front of him – cheeses, nuts and a wide variety of fruit.
She spoke in more genuinely flattering terms of the man Fovery had left to find – Belazan, widely considered the most powerful mage in the world.
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 … bowed low to Cailena. It was an interesting state of affairs for all of the magi that 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 … considered when bowing to her. Many men would never bow to a woman, but in his experience, magic was a great leveler. While there were many barriers to young girls studying magic, and many barriers to female wizards rising through the ranks, it was nevertheless true that a woman’s slight frame, her feminine ways and maternal needs did not prevent a real and true mastery of magic. In many areas of life, women were were kept beneath men, as kings and knights could testify. In religious circles, while some bucked the trend, the upper echelons of priestly hierarchies were almost exclusively male. But in a curious and interesting way, women were able to show their equality in wizardry.
Of course, many young and intelligent and promising girls were denied the chance to ever develop their talent, often through the imposition of rules by men. And of course, many young and intelligent and promising wizardesses were branded witches in the negative sense, or married off by their fathers before they could learn magic, or simply denied the ability to read and write. But equally, many persevered and become wizards, and in the last couple of days 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 … 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. had met several women who obviously had respect, even if the ‘masters’ of the situations had been men.
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 … briefly recalled his own life. He had been lucky that his uncle, as well as his father, had been so understanding of his weak frame but expressive mind, and sought to help him develop it. The servant girls who had done his bidding had never had that chance. He vowed in that moment to return to Marcus and thank him.
“You impress me with your dedication to study” he murmured to Cailena. “I hope perhaps you will share some of your thoughts with me.” He hoped she would read his mind. 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 … glanced up – “How now?” he asked.
“I honestly have no idea what you're talking about.”
“I simply hoped we could study together at some point. I obviously said it in a rather stupid way.” 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 … sheepishly explained, hoping he had not lost his chance. He looked crestfallen suddenly.
“If and when you become worthy of more permanent entrance into 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., I am sure we will.”
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. had been quietly humming to himself the whole time. Finally, he opened his eyes and said, “I got it.” He walked over to Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … and nudged the distracted priest. “What do you think of this?” He sang the haunting tune quietly, but expertly so that it carried to Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …'s ears and to those of the nearby 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 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., while Cailena and 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 … just heard a vague tune, not the words.
'Andrithanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of lords dead at their feet,
'The Battle of Magics was near to its end.
'Held three priests of the True Lord signs of the snake,
'And twelve of the evil ones poisonous staves.
'The Song of Destruction struck fear in their chests,
'The evil ones trembled, their staves were as dust.
'Their power befuddled, three surrounded twelve.
'The evil ones fought, and one by one fell,
'Till one stood for evil and one stood for truth,
'The Song of Destruction retained on his lips.
'The evil one fled, after three days returned,
'To seek his death.'
“What do I think?” 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 … echoed. “I think that is exactly the sort of thing we need to discuss in private before sharing with these wizards. 'Tis complex enough and ripe with meaning, and ten-fold more when combined with what we already know.” The whole time, he watched the woman with wide eyes.
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 appreciatively at the former House Guard. “That is exactly on point Mr. Guillaumeplugin-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..” 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. quietly cleared his throat and leaned forward. “I know that your life in 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 did not reflect your heart's true desire, but that is at least twice your knowledge of the songs have allowed us to make progress on this odd endeavor. I am indebted to you for your perseverance and clarity. Tell me, are there any other verses or related songs - a recounting of what happened before or after this battle?”
“Maybe. That song isn't sung very often. I only know it because I overheard it once, a long time ago. I'll try –”
While the door opened silently and by magic, it might as well have burst open. Nine wizards crowded into the room, the foremost a tall and pleasant-featured figure in his fifties, whom Cailena's deference and hurry to stand identified as Belazan. He had a neatly-trimmed red-brown beard, gray at the temples and in two stripes leading down from his mustache and into his beard, and his green eyes were so bright that they seemed to glow. No, they actually did glow – some enchantment, no doubt. When Fovery entered behind the others, the contrast was striking. The high mage held himself like a thief, eyes shifting and always slightly crouched. Belazan, on the other hand, held himself high, his eyes focused ahead of him with an overpowering confidence. His entourage was largely younger than Fovery's, and all shared Belazan's posture, which, 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 … noticed, was also shared by Cailena, though she was older than any of them.
“Show me these travelers who have broken through the boundary of the Zioth a hundred times.” Belazan glanced at the emptiness above 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 …'s head and then nodded and smiled at the wizard, but stepped past him. He ignored 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… completely, though the large man was the closest of the four visitors, and grasped 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 hand. “Welcome to 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.,” he said, before moving on to give the same greeting to 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. and then 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 ….