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 … held 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 throughout the ritual. He hardly had a choice; the scholar held on with the grip of a woman in childbirth. Sounds and colors flew through the air as if they were solid things, and each time one struck 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 … by accident, it briefly held meaning – a word, or a picture, or even a fragment of a story. He saw a very young Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. with his aunt, heard the flipping of thousands of pages of old tomes, and once felt very close to a life-like drawing of an immense creature.

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 … got glimpses too, and even 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…, focused on the magi who had put his employer, ally and friend in this vulnerable state, saw a fragment here and there. 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 …, with his more practiced eye, could tell that Belazan, Fovery, and Seito were getting more information out of this than anyone, probably even 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.. They could see right into his thoughts. At times, Fovery had a pained look on his face that the others didn't notice. He was either upset, or, more likely, concentrating very hard on something.

Finally, the ritual was over. 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 his friends from the impossibly distant past were escorted back to the pyramid, and were left alone.

Things were different now. While their needs were taken care of, including everything 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 … asked for to aid 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 surprisingly slow recovery, they didn't have the same freedom as before. They only left briefly, and always under guard. The air 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. had changed. Magi hurried from one place to the next, always too focused to talk, and their numbers increased dramatically. What had been a calm village was now bustling with activity, and much of this was directed by Belazan rather than the High Mage, who was nowhere to be seen.

As the days turned into weeks, all they could do was talk, so they discussed 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 visions and their current situation at length. Was there a way to escape? If so, should they take it, or would they then no longer be “allied with the peninsula?”

After eighteen days, 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 back in full control of his faculties. Late that night, Fovery paid them a visit alone. He was dressed in dark clothing, not his usual 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. attire. The staff he always carried was nowhere to be seen, and he wore a sturdy rucksack and soft-soled boots. He smiled, and said, “it's time to go.” They all had questions, but his demeanor suggested silence and stealth, and the group had already agreed to trust the High Mage. Besides, there was something extra that made them want to obey. “Sorry I had to do that. I couldn't take chances. Follow me.”

They took a roundabout route to an unspectacular house near the edge of the inhabited area 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.. Fovery gestured them inside, and he closed the door after them. “Don't worry,” he said. “Your questions will be answered soon.” He brought them down a short flight of stairs into a cozy and surprisingly dry room, given that it was below the water-level of the marsh. He lined up his thumbs and index fingers, making a diamond shape between them, and then spread his arms wide. With that gesture, the wall opened up and revealed a shimmering ellipse. All of the observers were surprised, but most of all 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 … – from all he'd heard, there was only one way in or out 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.. How was it even possible to overcome the powerful magic of the portal on the hill? “Right this way,” Fovery said. The others stepped through the portal, and were released from Fovery's spell.

They arrived in a hilly area where narrow footpaths passed between thorny brush. It was still night, and the smell of distant wood smoke was in the air. This was certainly not 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 nor was it anywhere in Meheiral or Malaenerplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMalaener

When the party traveled to the year 577, they found themselves in Malaener, the Morenthian-dominated region which includes Maelbourg..

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 … stumbled through the portal and took in their new surroundings. “Where are we?” he asked as he wandered up a knoll. 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. watched him for a moment, then turned to listen to the wizard Fovery. Half his attention lingered, though, like a parent wary of a toddler.

“Okay,” Fovery said as the portal closed behind them and vanished. “Now you can ask your questions.”

At the top of the hillock, 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 … crouched and surveyed. Certainly he knew there was important things being discussed behind him, but he nearly had enough of the over-his-head speculation, and explanations of things that couldn't be possible.

The weeks he had spent during 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 recuperation had been frustrating. He'd honestly hoped to bring the teaching of Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism

Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).

Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of to 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., and while thankfully the wizards did not throw stones at him, they were just as eager to hurry away as the citizens of Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg

[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]

Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index had been. He felt useless here. Even though the gifts of the Mother flowed through him like never before, he didn't know what to do with them. For now, he would focus on what he could do, so he listened, and swung Lodestone around him to find North. That, at least, would be something.

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 at the High Mage and leaned back slightly, placing some of his weight against the right side of Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss

Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o…. He was grateful for the presence and aid of the large warrior, as the trip back from wherever his mind had traveled during that night in the tower had been an arduous one. The priority had been restoring and re-organizing his mental library which had emerged from the process a bit scattered – a state he was unused to and that had made him uncomfortable. The process was well underway now at least, if not complete, as the days of thought-exercises and meditation had helped restore what was at least a tolerable degree of mental acuity and clarity. Perhaps it was a mistake to have sidelined his physical recovery, but physical exercise had been difficult within their quarters and the decision was long past at this point. Whatever Fovery had done to motivate the group to join him on this little jaunt did not matter to him, especially in comparison to the mental magic that had already been worked upon him.

“I hope we have a few minutes High Mage, as that is generally required when someone knowledgeable presents me with an opportunity to ask questions.”

“Take your time. We're in no particular hurry right now.”

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. glanced toward his companions and added, “I will start if you do not mind”

He cleared his throat. “The first question is a simple one, but is perhaps not so easy to answer due to political complications, while the second deals with a matter of magic. To begin with, I assume 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 preparing for war? I am sorry if I played a role in instigating a major conflict, but I did warn the magi that exchanging knowledge might lead to increased tensions.”

Fovery smiled. “Don't worry. You didn't start the war. At worst, you opened some of our eyes to what was already happening in the world around us. All the extra people you saw were the magi we called back 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. to discuss it, and it looks like just calling them back was enough to spark the flame that had been building up for decades. But it's very real now, 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… as you remember it. One mage has been killed already, and this has not gone over well with 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..”

“Second, regarding the ritual that I participated in, was it possible that knowledge passed in both directions? I find myself with knowledge of facts, or memories, that I am reasonably certain I did not possess before. There are elements of what I can know recall that feel more like shared thoughts rather than simply recalled facts.”

“You get to the point quickly. I was wondering if you'd noticed that… Let me give you a bit of background that might clear a few things up. You see, Belazan and I don't always see eye to eye. He's resented me ever since I became High Mage, but it goes deeper than that. I believe that magic should be part of the world, and that we 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. should do what we can to make that happen. We should fight – poor word choice. We should strive to be accepted, because once we are, we can do a lot to improve people's lives. Belazan… he believes, like many others, in magic for its own sake. I think that I was appointed High Mage to moderate that position a little. And believe me, no one was more surprised than I was. This… disagreement of ours has divided 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..

“Now there's a term that's been floating around for centuries. No one knew where it came from, or precisely what it meant. The Voice of the Zioth appears in so many of our writings. It pops up time and time again in a variety of contexts. Now, through you, we know that it's a person, your evil mage. This character is very interesting to Belazan, and I'm not completely sure why. So… I interfered with the memory ritual. There was one other time I stepped in – when you were working out the five Pieces of the Zioth. I don't think Belazan or his supporters are ready for that information right now. It's better they believe the pieces lost and unrecoverable. The rest of your experience was real. The memories you uncovered came from bits of knowledge you'd collected over the course of your life. For a young man, you've had a lot of experiences. That's probably why the potion affected you so powerfully, and why so much information came out of the magic, instead of just a series of memories.”

“That certainly explains a bit of the lingering impact. I am still quite young, but I left my home as soon as I was able in search of knowledge and I did endeavor to cram in as much study as I could. I am something of a dilettante, but have a particular interest in what is, during my era, long forgotten lore. I thought I had honed the keenness of my memory, but the ritual demonstrated I am still but at the beginning of my path in that regard.” 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. tented his fingers as he often did when meditating on a subject.

“I am not sure if you gleaned it or not, but en route to the place of our initial meeting, we passed a day with an encampment of the travelers commonly identified as 'the Mad.'” His inflection indicated his distaste for the nomenclature bestowed upon the family of seers. “The Mad told us our little company would have to align with either the dwellers of the peninsula or the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under. We have no love for the servants of House, and by this point it should be clear we have decided to cast our lot in with yours, and with you in particular.”

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 … finally had something to say. “Do you mean the familiar routes? Join with 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 or 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 don't think the familiar routes are cutting it. I wonder what an unfamiliar route would be.”

“Yes, I'm aware of the prophesies and your experience with the Mad. I have always thought the Mad were just that, but I will have to reconsider that opinion. If I had time, there would be records to dig through.”

“I would suspect that Belazan is interested in the Voice because he is associated with one of the prophecies of the Zioth – mayhaps one of the ones I have stumbled across – and has interpreted in such a way that he believes the Voice may have the power to alter the Zioth and change our allotted fates. But another of my fears about this process has come true. Belazan assumes the Voice is the evil sorcerer of Maelbourgplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMaelbourg

[This map is obviously missing a lot. There aren't huge open spaces in Maelbourg.]

Maelbourg is a walled town in the Barony of Huerten, with a population of approximately six thousand. Its primary exports are textiles, wool and coal, the last of which it acquires from deposits in the nearby hills. The land on which the town sits was added to maelbourg index in the distant future. But that was mostly conjecture, a partially educated guess. It was by far and away the best possibility given what I knew at the time, but that does not mean the one who wakes the dead is the only solution to the riddle. Other potential answers may yet occur.” He cast a glance 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 ….

“I will have a few more questions, as may the others, but I also wish to share my current line of thinking, though much of it is probably already obvious to yourself, High Mage. First, I believe looking for the Voice in the current age would be futile. By all, albeit limited, accounts, the Voice will arise at the end of the Zioth cycle. Belazan is a powerful mage and certainly understands, so if he is interested in pursuing this Voice then something has to move through time as we did. Either the mages must travel further in the cycle or the Voice must be somehow persuaded to return to the past. Moving forward in the cycle would be extraordinarily dangerous. I understand now what I failed to comprehend before: the flow of magic is impacted by the positioning of the moons, and during our era mystic power has been dampened considerably. Mages who traveled to that era might find that magic is impeded or works differently, or perhaps that the total sum of available power is greatly reduced. One or two mages might find enough power to operate, but more than that might deplete the mystic resources available. I do not know if these risks are fully understood or measurable.”

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 … was impressed by this explanation. His own power was similarly affected.​ Perhaps if the mages suffered the same diminishing of power, the source of both powers was the same. He turned to face the others below, his interest piqued.

“Second, to contact the Voice one has to move forward in the cycle. And there is only one method of which I am aware of that permits such a journey – the Chamber of Eternity in the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under. Thus, what such a trip would require lies within the hands of what are maybe your greatest foes. 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 have been preparing for war with 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 developing a means to fight your art that could negate your power, making the prospect of gaining access to the chamber a daunting one. However, I think my companions and I may be destined to return on that path, and if the seers we met are correct, either 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. or the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under will have to aid in that journey. I suspect the price for 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. would be high, but for over a hundred cycles 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. has already paid the ultimate price in the end anyway.”

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 at his companions in turn and then turned his gaze fully on the high mage. “I think we could dearly benefit from your guidance and knowledge.” He took a coin from his purse and idly rotated it across the tips of his fingers. “My initial thought is my companions and I should seek out one or more pieces of the Zioth, as they are as vital to the cycle as the Voice and perhaps something that could be brought under control. The pieces might be well and truly lost during our time, but potentially attainable here before they are collected, allocated and used by the surviving faiths of the realms. Whether pulling one or more through the time-stream would upset proper course of events I cannot know, but it seems like it may be worth the risk. If it fails, well, the next cycle will fix our error, as will the next thousand after that. The piece of time might be of great import, as it could perhaps provide a clearer avenue for a path back to the Zioth. Those are my thoughts.”

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 …, as usual, had listened intently. He had many questions, about 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., getting to and from it and communicating with the mages, but felt he had better follow 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 thoughts. He was certainly a learned man. He smiled at ”What do you know of the pieces of the Zioth – and are they even tangible things? Would Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. and I be wise to read everything we can find about them, or it?

“What I knew before I met you,” The High Mage said, “was very limited. Bits of legend here and there, but nothing that even told me it was an avenue worth exploring. Under other circumstances, I might have the memory ritual performed on myself to see what I might add, but fortunately, I've learned quite a bit from you – more than you might remember.

“You want to bring the cycle of the Zioth to an end, and the Voice, presumably, wants it to continue forever so that he might draw power from it. Personally, I'd rather not repeat the same life over and over with no memory of it, just so one mage, or even all 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., can access that power. If I can end the Zioth and save 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 the same time, all the better, but I'll take just the first over neither. Especially if the prophesy of the Mad is true, and there is a risk that we will move so far forward into the future that the moons will disappear and shorten the Zioth. We may reach a point where 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. never even comes to be.

“I believe the pieces of the Zioth are indeed tangible things, maybe even things that are carried over from one Zioth to the next. Collecting them as you suggest, 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., might be the key to all of this, and that they may have to be collected at the time when their place is known.”

“At least now I have some idea of where we might look,” 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. “The real question is once again of time, in this instance how long might we have before a return to the Chamber of Eternity becomes impossible. Of course, if we can determine which pieces the Andrithansplugin-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 and 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 might hold, it might allow us to locate them in future years, meaning we do not have to seek them out in the current age.”

“I learned a lot from your memories, Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers.. The portal that brought you into the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under? I made that, or will. It has my signature on it. It is possible that I will make it to give the magi access 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, but if so, we are destined to fail in our attack. Or it is possible that I will make it just for you.”

“That makes sense. That would explain why the seers of the forest indicated we had to align ourselves with 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 or those of the hidden peninsula. 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 could just let us in of course, provided they ceased attempting to kill and imprison us, but a powerful magi could create a magical way in. And given the coming conflict, I suspect it is likely that some among your number may advocate an assault on the seat 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's power and create a method of launching such a surprise assault.”

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 … had so much to learn, he knew. Making a portal. Attacking 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! What was wrong with soldiers, was his first thought. He wondered of Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …'s prayer based magic, and how it compared to his own. 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 was strong in 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 mind, and he had no doubt the magic he was able to bestow was a god-given gift, but how was that different in different people. He wondered how much all of this was political, power based. But then he also thought understood a little more – as even in his hometown, those with and without magic were different types of people. Some people did not understand, some thought they understood, but did not. Myth, legend, smokescreens and argument were not unknown. Magi, wizards, whatever you called them, did not usually advertise their arts widely. Some towns, 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 … had learned, were more accepting of magic than others, and perhaps due to what locals called 'The Monastery', in Stein the magic was broadly accepted. Rangers, who had their ways of speaking to nature, were common in the town, as it was on the frontiers of the southern mountains.

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 all this in the light of his current situation. It was in one way liberating to be in a town where he could assume everyone he met was a mage, rather than assuming everyone was not. It was accepted, broad, and wide there. In that sense, 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 … never wanted to leave and yearned to be accepted more than he was. He had not yet really explored why some of the wizards seemed to think he had not earned his stripes suitably to be invited in. In that, he was confused: he had joined a brotherhood, for life, for ever, yet when in the home of the brotherhood, he was not welcomed with open arms – kind of the contrary.

He brought himself back to the present.

“Tangible items.” He frowned, deep in thought. Without addressing anyone he thought further out loud. “What could they be? Relics that when put together create a ritual, a circle, a focal item?” He paused. “Or perhaps each one imbued with magic that when in the same vicinity create an effect, so perhaps if you control all five, you control the Zioth… but then, I understand from 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. that the Zioth has always been the same length. If that is the case, how can it be reliant on items or objects? What if I stole one and destroyed it, or hid it for a year? Thus far, I am not sure I understand their role or importance…” He trailed off, casting furtive glances around the others.

Fovery gave 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 … a long look, and grinned. That just reminded 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 … how little attention the High Mage had paid in the twenty days of their acquaintance. Fovery had always been interested in the travelers from the past, but never 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 …. “You ask excellent questions and pose some interesting theories. I'm sorry that I have no answers. But you may be able to find the answers yourself. You know why I took you out 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 you might still wonder why I brought you here, a place far from Malaenerplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMalaener

When the party traveled to the year 577, they found themselves in Malaener, the Morenthian-dominated region which includes Maelbourg. and 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 every other place you've known. I brought you here because one of 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 memories made me recall an old legend about this place. There's a cave here which the locals believe is haunted or something along those lines. They use it for a kind of rite of passage. Supposedly, one of them once explored deep into the caverns and described a creature's skull formed from bone and copper. He didn't take it because their superstition forbids 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., one of the connections you made, which I was forced to suppress, was that the Piece of Mind – huh. Now that I say it out loud… Let's call it the Mind Piece of the Zioth. In any case, you recalled a link between the word Mind and the phrase, 'a skull healed with metal.' This may be the Piece given to the Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka

This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.

Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because.”

Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … looked skeptical, but said nothing against any of the claims or theories. When Fovery admitted to bringing them to where a physical piece of the Zioth lay, he gasped, looking around him with wide eyes. “If the Zioth of Time threw us out of our world, the Zioth of Mind will surely do something equally disastrous!” He pushed Lodestone into 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.'s hand and rushed forward to Fovery. “Do the others know about the skull healed with metal? Are they coming here?”

Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. held up his hand. “The Zioth of Time did not toss us betwixt worlds. The magic of the chamber of eternity did that, and the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under constructed the chamber. It is their hand, not the Zioth, behind our journey. It is mere conjecture on my part…” Cornyn paused at the sight of concern rising on 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 round face. “I mean it is just a guess 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 has the piece of time. I assumed it would help them build something as potent as the chamber. Maybe they succeeded without it. But I am not so sure it was disaster. If we had not moved from one era to another we might not have learned the Zioth was a circle of time doomed to fade away unless broken. Whether good or ill stems from our efforts is not yet certain, but we have hope for a better tomorrow at least.”

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 … calmed down immediately, understanding the explanation. “Fade away?” He turned to Fovery. “You mentioned this, too. Why do we think the Zioth will fade away?” Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren

Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … stood, feeling like he was being very dim, and someone would spoon feed him the reason presently. All this time, he heard Fovery dedicated to breaking the Zioth while he thought, why? 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 has blessed those who live in the world, and the Zioth was simply the world in which they lived, wrapped up in the love of the Mother. Ending the Zioth felt to him like falling from the cradle into infinity. But what was this alternative?

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. cast about and then strode over to one of the stunted trees that dotted the landscape. It grew barely higher than his shoulder. He broke off a branch and stripped it of leaves as he returned to the gathering. “An example might be best.” He bent the branch, and while it snapped in multiple places, it maintained enough integrity in one side of the bark to become a circle. “The Zioth repeats itself, like a circle or loop, forever returning toward the beginning. Except I realize now it may not be forever. The Zioth is based on the positions of the moons in the sky. I had previously assumed the orbits were constant, that each turn of the Zioth lasted exactly the same amount of time. What I recently realized, what the ritual helped make clear to me, is this is not exactly the case. As Mr. 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. of the seers indicated in his prediction, there is a variation every in the 45th and 91st cycles. This means that, over a great deal of time, the Zioth will decrease.” He squeezed the circular branch, shrinking it a fraction. “The effect might appear small at first, but the cycle may be repeated an untold number of times - we ourselves have traveled over 100 cycles - and that difference can add up over eons. If the length of the Zioth continues to shrink over time…” 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. squeezed the branch, making the circle smaller and smaller until it finally couldn't take the strain and broke.

“That's all very daunting, if you are a twig,” 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 … mused. “But 'tis easily settled. We can ask the youngsters how long the Zioth is, yes?” He indicated 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 Fovery, fairly certain they would understand the reference to their comparative ages, according to what 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 … had told him. “If it is less than we remember it, then I agree we may have a problem.” He looked at Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers., waiting to see if his idea held any water.

Fovery answered, “No, the length of the Zioth has not changed. Not yet, anyway. When it does change, I suspect it will be in great leaps, not as a slow dwindling.”

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 still thinking about the piece of the Zioth that could be hidden nearby. “It may have purposefully been hidden here to keep it safe from forces the Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka

This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.

Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because did not fully trust. In my era, that faith is extinct, having been destroyed by a wave of violence from the Morenthiansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth

Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics. I suspected 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 might have attacked the Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka

This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.

Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because in order to bring another piece of the Zioth under their control but the consequences of this effort might have weakened 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 and prevented them from pursuing the other pieces in the same manner. If I had a passion for games of chance, I would wager the Orithoransplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Orithorans

This religion, dead for five hundred years, states that all gods bow to the god of justice, and are so far beneath him that they are as the lowest of servants of a king. The Orithory, a deeply carved quarter-sphere of stone that often weighs over a thousand pounds, symbolizes justice, and is thus their primary symbol. The center of the also took steps to conceal and protect a piece of the Zioth.” A wry smile crept across 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 face as he considered the prospect of a haunted cave. “I have always had a keen interest in archaic rites of passage and related myths, so I admit the prospect of visiting this cavern has piqued my interest. I would visit it if I can rely on the rest of you to accompany me.”

Very little of what had happened over the last month made much sense to 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…, but his years in exile had not dulled his warrior's intuition. He knew how to recognize those who would be his enemies, which certainly included the Morenthianplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth

Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics dogs. He also remembered what it felt like to truly belong to a war-band. 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., 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 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 treated him a true brother in arms. They had not mocked his sacred scars or cast him out like so many of the other Westerners he had met. 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… knew nothing of the patterns of the moons or magic, but if finding this skull meant he could strike a blow against 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 and protect his fellow travelers, he would descend into the deepest pit in the world if required. He looked down at the spindly figure of 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 rumbled, “Rastarn - we ride together.”

“I will not claim to understand how the pieces might function, but I do know accounts of them have been handed down for hundreds of years in countless cycles of the Zioth. One notion I have, though it represents only one of many possibilities, is that the 'pieces' of the Zioth are remnants of the era before the cycle of time began. Every legend, every prophecy points toward a future in which the pattern of time comes to a close. I also believe it is unlikely that society is created from scratch every thousand years given the pace of advancements in knowledge and invention. Thus, the bulk of evidence suggests that some people existed prior to the beginning of the cycle, which in turn logically suggests the Zioth was created by some immense power. I consider it possible the pieces of the Zioth were created in the era of 'before' in order to create the time-loop. If that is the case, then they might prove instrumental in ending the cycle and letting the world finally move into an era of 'after.'” 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. stood straighter, talking his weight off of the arm of 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… as the quickening pace of his thoughts seemed to lend physical strength to his body.

“While I believe the Zioth has remained largely the same length throughout the cycles, approximately is not the same as exactly. With the aid of the ritual I have come to believe there is a slight discrepancy in the cycles of the five moons. It is, viewed on a normal scale, entirely insignificant. However, when this cycle is repeated countless numbers of times those almost non-existent margins can add up. As the High Mage noted, if the words of the seer Malthorpei are correct, the timeline of the Zioth may contract and if it goes too far it may bar the opportunity to break the endless cycle either by suppressing the magic needed to undo the time loop or making it impossible to access the pieces of the Zioth required.”

“As for the other pieces, my suspicion is the great faiths from the 'present' era divided them up among themselves though it is not clear why they did so other than to preserve a certain balance of power. Perhaps they intended the cycle to continue forever, or it could be they did not fully understand the nature of the pieces, knowing only that they were powerful and dangerous. It had been my supposition the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under had received, or later obtained, the piece related to time and used it to build their Chamber of Eternity. I am not sure if that is correct, but it seems to me more likely than not 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 would choose to keep an manipulate any pieces they controlled rather than sealing them away.

“I found a historical account within the journal of a Morenthianplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth

Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics priest that relayed the legend:”

There is a legend that the secret of the Zioth was once known to a few in this region of the world. These few fragmented the secret and entrusted it to the holy places to be protected. Thus the Andrithansplugin-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 have one piece, 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 another, the Orithoransplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Orithorans

This religion, dead for five hundred years, states that all gods bow to the god of justice, and are so far beneath him that they are as the lowest of servants of a king. The Orithory, a deeply carved quarter-sphere of stone that often weighs over a thousand pounds, symbolizes justice, and is thus their primary symbol. The center of the a third, the Zahiransplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZahira

by Diane Hutton and the DM

The Common View

Zahira is seen as a dangerous cult that welcomes the Zioth and embraces death. It is led by mysterious druid-like entities known as “True Zahirans.” There is quite a bit of legend surrounding these druids, such as their ability to appear out of nowhere, or the fact that they all look alike. a fourth, and the final piece is kept by the Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka

This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.

Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because. Each is said to have a form unique from the others: earth, mind, life, force and time, though which received which is unknown. Are these fragments what is needed to claim the power of the Zioth? Only the Voice of the Zioth knows.

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. reached into a pocket hidden inside his belt and withdrew a tiny book with a binding the color of gold. After a moment of consulting it, he read off the words of the seers:

“Five pieces for the First Path! So… far… Gornorleren never said it would be so far. The Voice of the Zioth. Five pieces and the end grows closer, closer, until there is no end! Five pieces for the First Path and the end grows closer! The focus, the Voice is the end! Four is too many for the First Path, six is too few for the Second! The ninety-first dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. becomes the forty-fifth! The smallest is in exile! The forty-fifth dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. becomes the sixth! The pure is no more! The sixth becomes the first! The challenger concedes! The first becomes the first! The dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. perishes! The first becomes the end! There is no end! Five pieces for the Second Path! The ninety-first dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. becomes a boundless end! This secret is the secret!”

“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. looked up from his notes. “The second premonition is far clearer of course. Once the battle of magics begins it will be hazardous for us to return to Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth

Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics in order to seek our way home… or at least to the same era in a future cycle of the Zioth, though in all fairness since 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 already attempted to kill us twice the level of danger is relative. Doing so would require some aid and for my part I am not interested in consulting with the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under, leaving 'those of the hidden peninsula.' That of course is why I asked 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. was located on a peninsula. The last two sentences do not add much either, as it just states we will return with pieces of the Zioth or not - and each state offers different consequences. I fear reaching that conclusion does not require any great divination skill. I think I favor returning with some of the pieces if we can manage it, for that would seem to present more options than returning with none.”

He scratched his chin. “Of course, bringing the pieces of the Zioth together might place them within the reach of the Voice of Zioth who might seize them and attempt to use them to ill ends. But from the prophecies, a 'second path' will only be accessible to us with the pieces of the Zioth and nearly five hundred years from now the pieces could be even more lost to memory and out of reach. We might not need all of them if the surviving faiths still hold their pieces and we can collect them in the year 1001, but it might prove just as difficult wresting a piece from the Houseplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under then as it would be now.”

“As for the words proffered 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., they appear to repeat or related to another ancient prophecy that I could not interpret properly.” He turned to the book and read again:

A secret is a secret is a secret. A truth is a secret is a truth. A truth is a truth is a lie. A Zioth is a lie. A Zioth is a truth. A Zioth is a secret. Five moons. Why? Four is too many, six is too few. A briefer Zioth is an end. A Voice is a focus. A Voice is an end. A Voice is magic. Magic is a lie. The better end or the worse? Two paths, one end. One path, unless there is Change. Change is a lie. Change is a secret. Is there one event that can change the ninety first dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself.? A dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

Last updated for turn 216

There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. is a lie. A truth is a truth is a lie. A truth is a secret is a truth. A secret is a secret is a secret.

“I fully confess I did not understand this at all when I came across it. I guessed that it might generate a numeric patter that might lead to some other clue, but the ritual has lent some helpful clarity to my thoughts. Whatever is buried in this bit of repetitive rhyme must relate to the cycles of the moons. I need to lend some thoughts to calibrating it along those lines.”

Fovery had listened patiently 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 line of thought, though it no doubt repeated things he already knew from the ritual. “Unfortunately, your memories did not provide any clues as to the meaning of that one. But if the secret is that, 'the ninety-first dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. becomes a boundless end,' which implies an end of the cycle of the Zioth, then that could be a clue. If 'a Zioth is a secret,' then perhaps the Zioth itself causes the boundless end? Though if 'a secret is a secret is a secret,' there may in fact be three distinct secrets which are all related. This is why I never put faith in prophesies. Sometimes the Mad may be prophetic, but sometimes they're just mad, and telling the difference can be nearly impossible.”

“Time permitting,” 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, “I do have a few other questions to share.”

“We still have time. You'll want some information before entering the cave, and most of the people around here are asleep.”

“First, to the extent you are able without conferring anything too confidential, do you have an idea of the timeline we might be presented High Mage? How soon may a conflict erupt into open battle?”

“Your memories told part of the story, but they did not give me specific dates, and not everything you read corresponds with real events. Some stories may have been embellished, lost meaning or even been entirely fabricated. But it doesn't look good. I suspect things will escalate very quickly. I believe we have months, or weeks. Maybe as long as a year.”

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 … interjected, ​”So we may have very well caused a war. Whatever we shared, it could have started the events which lead to the Battle of Magics. What are those other magicians doing? The ones we left 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.?” 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 … paused at the feeling that he ought to be there now, but he suddenly changed his mind and left with Fovery. “Are our decisions even our own?”

“I do hope they are, or we are all wasting our time. The magi are upset. One has been murdered. I won't be able to keep them in check for long after an event like that, especially if it is repeated.”

“Second,” Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

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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 … help with that or safely relay information?”

“There is. 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 given a magic ribbon that allows messages to be conveyed over long distances.” He looked 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 …. “You'll notice that no one asked you to return the Six Silks. I suspect you'll still have use for them, so consider them yours.” 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., he added, “Though that won't be needed right now. I have no intention of leaving you just yet.”

“Third, Do you know of any accounts regarding the Voice of the Zioth and what that role entails?”

​The priest muttered something about devils.

“That's Belazan's expertise. Your prophesies imply the Voice is a person who has the ability to draw power from the Zioth, and prevent the cycle from ending. The passage you read from the Morenthianplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth

Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics's journal – that was probably written by a mage, and stolen by the House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under. There are always some among the magi who become obsessed with the Voice.”

​”Belazan must be sad that Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

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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 … wondered if the mind-reading wizard with all the S's in his name got him in his sleep. Far too many S's - it reminded him of a serpent. 'Nonsense', he shook off the distasteful idea. He would have needed days of recovery like 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. did. Or maybe he just didn't remember it…

“Fourth, have the people 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 any contact with the people of the forest? Is there a chance the elves could shed some light upon the Zioth?”

​That got the superstitious priest's attention. He had always wanted to meet an elf, and learn their ways.

“The elves trust their memories rather than writing things down, so their accounts may be even less reliable than ours, and from what I have gathered, they have little interest in the Zioth, but I could be wrong. Now a dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself.'s memory could be more useful, if it let you live long enough to ask the question, and understood what you were asking.”

“Oh,” 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 … said, “Reinath knows a dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself.! Perhaps we could visit it. Where does Reinath stand in all of this? He doesn't seem the soldiering type. Perhaps you could invite him to come along with us instead.”

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. clapped a hand on his corpulent spiritual guide and spoke, “you are asking to travel with a mage?”

“Well, he is quiet honest about it. He can burn your flesh off, and tells you straight away. But I sense he is a good person.” 'Good' may have been stretching the truth, but 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 … never got to spend more time with him after he was cured, and so only knew the twisted Reinath.

“I don't think Reinath's dragonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigDragons

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There is a wide variety of stories about dragons. Some tell of majestic and benevolant beings who are willingly given tribute. Others tell of horrible, mindless creatures who think of nothing but destruction. Dragons in myth range in size from smaller than a blade of grass, to larger than Aerv itself. will be very helpful,” Fovery replied with a grin. “Though Reinath himself… I'll have to think about that.”

“Fifth, have you ever heard of a place called Hoalian? According to an old account I discovered, it was reputed to be the site of the first House 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 and the caves beneath the place apparently contained archives or information related to the history of the faith, including that it grew from the merger of two opposed faiths. I ask because it is one of the oldest bits of lore I have found and I wonder if it may actually relate to the 'before' era, prior to the beginning of the cycle and I had thought about investigating what may have been left behind at some point.”

“Yes, I've heard of it, and what you read about it was intriguing. The House of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth

As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under, and the entire religion, may have been established to end an entirely secular conflict. Perhaps, if we have time when this is all over, I can help you find ancient Hoalian. Or if you keep moving through time, maybe you'll find it yourself.”

“Sixth, do you have any books that could be spared?” 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 wryly. “It was a bit maddening to me to visit one of the greatest centers of learning in history and be shut out from the archives, though I suppose it might be for the best as I might never leave otherwise. I am afraid if that I were not so dedicated to my readings I might not have proved nearly as much use, and I cannot help but being true to my curious nature. If there were perchance a book or two related to the magical lore of the Zioth or the cycles of the moon that would not be missed, I can always make use of reading materials.”

Fovery laughed. “It always comes back to that with you, doesn't it? We'll see how much time we have, between 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… and the pieces. It could be that neither of us will have the leisure to sit back and read a book for a while.”

The Preceptor added, ​”Also, if you know where I can find Andrithansplugin-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… I have been away for so long. I have consulted a dozen people who seem to be plucked from fantasy about our situation, but not my own people. I need guidance.“

“You won't find them here. Perhaps later in your adventures, you will run into some. Though I believe 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 … here is an Andrithanplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism

Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).

Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of.”

“Well it is late, and we have much to do here in Gaping tomorrow. If you will give me a few minutes, I will set up our accommodations.” Fovery scanned the area until he found a few thorny sticks among the brush. He gathered them into a small pile, and then kneeled on the ground. He picked up the first one, recited an incantation, and placed it back down, where it rooted itself firmly in place. The next, he placed at the end of the first, nearly perpendicular to the ground. It lengthened, and, when he let go, remained balanced at an improbable angle. When he placed the third, forming a shoulder-high triangle, the thorns of each reached towards each other and intertwined, until the triangle was fully solid. He continued, creating three more triangles, until he had a tent. 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 in fascination as Fovery constructed this dwelling for the evening using his art, watching the careful geometric work that went into constructing the exterior.

Fovery stood, rubbed the dirt off his hands, and with an elaborate gesture, motioned the party inside what would no doubt be extremely cramped quarters.

When 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., naturally the first, entered, he found that not to be the case at all. There was more room inside the magical structure than outside, and enough comfortable-looking mats were already laid out for each of them. Also inside were a washbasin, a barrel of drinking water, mugs, bowls, utensils and a wicker basket full of fruit and nuts. 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. treated himself to a handful of nuts, delighting in the opportunity to try out the freshly conjured foodstuffs. He grabbed a mat and started to unroll it, before a more interesting thought crossed his mind. He unhooked the whip from his belt and unfurled it partway, stopping at a black mark some distance past the handle. He took the straightened length of the whip and compared it to the rolled up sleeping map, reaching some conclusion in his head. He then proceeded to walk along the “wall” of the structure, turning the mat from end to end. When he was done he laid out the mat and sat down, jotting down a quick note in a small book he pulled from his pouch.

Vossplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigJahred Voss

Voss has an intensely pale complexion, even for a very light-skinned caucasian, which has earned him the nickname 'The Ghoul.' Lately though, this creamy skin has given away to being pocked with red blotches, the end result of a stubborn epidermis that refuses to tan. The Vhoosch are rarely exposed to the beating sun and it's heat and warmth. Like his ancestors before him, he has a hard time adjusting to more mild and warm climates. He is extremely sensitive to humidity… it is not o… had followed him in and the large man gingerly stretched out his long arms toward the ceiling, finding no resistance. Seeing that Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

Corbyn is a 19 year old man with straw colored hair (indeed his thick locks greatly resemble a thatched roof upon his brow). He is quite thin and has rather spindly limbs that are nevertheless quite agile. Despite his youth, he wears the short robes of a scholar over his breeches and introduces himself as a tutor for hire. He prefers scarlet cloth for his robes and more pedestrian materials for his trousers. was already eating, he pulled out an apple for himself and gave it a tentative taste. Finding it palatable, he finished it off in three large bites before disposing of the core in a bowl. Meat would have been better, but he had been in enough rides and campaigns where food had run short too appreciate any sort of fare that was not rotten or worm-ridden. The mugs were solid, but there was not but water in the barrels. He wondered if ale took more magic than water.

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 on 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 … and the others settled in. “Perceptor, perhaps you might lead 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. in a short prayer this evening?”

“But of course,” 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 … answered while chewing.

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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. aid the Perceptor in teaching you a simple prayer or two in Sarnamplugin-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., the language of Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism

Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).

Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of.”

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. appreciated the attention to his education of Andrithaplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism

Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).

Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of, 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 … was happy to be able to speak in Sarnamplugin-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., a language that he had been polishing since they arrived in this time. It also seemed like he was trying to see if Corbynplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigCorbyn Wren

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The scholar also kept an eye on the High Mage, for another thought had crept into his mind. Fovery had said there was much to do in Gaping, and it occurred to him that it might be worthwhile to inquire about where in the world this place lay, but the opportunity never came up.

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 no trouble with food appearing from nowhere. He ate it all the time in this new world. It was possibly his favorite magic trick out of all the things he had seen so far. As he filled a mug and bowl for himself, he wondered at the interior of the magical structure, thinking it must be like Zilgard's sword. The historic blade sat unused, in dagger form. 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 managed to work it into the perfect size to fit into his sheath, so it no longer clattered around. He hadn't transformed it since they entered 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..

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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… felt like more of an outsider than ever.

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