Fetzen

Forsaken

Mardyn

So this was the town people called 'Forsaken' ?

What a weird and out-of-the-norm name considering that people tended to whitewash downsides and exaggerate the positives about the things they, for some reason, called their property. This settlement indeed appeared to be rather forsaken to Mardyn. God-forsaken to be precise, simply because god probably would never allow the existence of a place so dusty and littered with the remains of everybody's business which, of course, seemed more focused on profit and speed than on sustainability.

Or was this opinion and first impression just heavily biased towards the negative ? Maybe because the inhabitants of Forsaken so far had done very little to give Mardyn a warm welcome ? Maybe the first bunch of people that had still turned their heads long after he had passed them had rendered him a bit paranoid, but there only seemed to come more and more of them! With their greedy eyes they stopped dead in their tracks and inadvertently formed temporary, human roadblocks that required evasive action more often than not. And had he just heard someone saying 'Look! He doesn't even have a gun!' ?

The good thing was that this Mr. Garrick had to be rich, even extremely rich to be able to spend no less than 15,000 gold coins on a mere escort job. Mardyn considered the odds of this being a fraud to be low given that even a rich man might cease to sleep well if an entire bunch of mercenaries was out there waiting to release their anger against him. So... whereever the estate Mardyn was looking for was... it had to be big and eexquisite. This inevitably meant that it was way easier to find than your average building -- a big plus considering the overall situation.

Half an hour later or so, the goliath found himself in front of a pair of gold-plated gates. Weren't those excessively impractical ? Gold was soft and easy to break through so the defensive value was dubious. Also some poor soul probably had to clean them every other day in order to maintain exactly the same shiny appearance that had such great potential to burn an innocent visitor's eyes out right away if the sun came in from the right angle. The walls looked way better though, solid and well built. Just how unfathomably deep had the pockets of Mr. Garrick to be in order to afford and maintain all of this ? The idea of switching business briefly streaked across Mardyn's mental horizon like a shooting star, just long enough to be noticed before intuition kicked in and reminded him that his duties were at complete discord with this thought.

Mardyn had been standing at the golden gates for less than five minutes before the latter were opened from inside and a finely dressed man with pointy ears approached him, craning his neck to inspect the newcomer.

"Sir, maybe I ask for your appointment ?" came it out of the butler's mouth with quite blatant training in terms of politeness.

Oh, yes! Gray hands larger than plates started patting down the clothes on Mardyn's skin until they finally caused the characteristic rustle of paper. From the inner pocket of his shirt, Mardyn presented the letter he had received from Mr. Garrick. The half-elf's facial expression switched from curiosity to sincerity as he started reading, only to suffer from a brief glitch of disappointment seconds later before returning to normal. Damn, this big guy was not part of the demolition team that was scheduled to finally tear down that abandoned building nearby!

"You may enter. I'll guide you to the study where the others have assembled."

The place was a palace... Never before had Mardyn seen anything that had come even close to the superb craftsmanship and artistic value so openly visible. He couldn't help but feel admiration, while at the same time he was disgusted. No mortal person could do so much work with her very own hands to earn all of this! Or, in other words and according to Mardyn's logic, many others had been given less than they had worked for. This was not exactly a bonus for his sympathy for this ominous Mr. Garrick.

The goliath entered the study using a duck-and-sideways technique for the doorframe was sufficient neither for his height nor for the broadness of his shoulders. He knew himself that this had potential for causing laughter, but saw little choice to do otherwise. Some others were already there and Mardyn dared to dart a quick glance towards everyone of them, silently nodding as a form of greeting at the same time.

The first thing to strike his mind was the presence of the large tiefling. This Mr. Garrick clearly wasn't picky in the traditional sense of most people, otherwise he might not have chosen one of the devilish kind. Mardyn did not exactly share this common prejudice, but he also wan't oblivious to its rather ubiquitous existence. The man clearly gave the impression of an able bodied fighter, just like what was to be expected.

Then there was the.... Genasi ? Mardyn had always had a little trouble with distinguishing them from some of the other races, but she just had to be a Fire Genasi he tried to reassure himself. Fragile and looking as if capable of being blown away by a gust of wind just like a mere tumbleweed, the goliath had to remind himself not to underestimate this individual to begin with. There were firearms, there was magic and there was speed. He expected not to be surprised when she'd display all three of them one day.

The Orc called Rokkit was hard to overlook. Couldn't the greenskin just have been a little more respectful to take of this massive armor before stepping in ? He certainly wouldn't need that in here, would he ? And Mr. Garrick probably wouldn't be fond of some scratches on his expensive floor caused by unnecessary heavy boots either. Needless to say that the couch looked as if nobody else could dare to sit down there as well even if there was enough room left. On the plus side the Orc's bulk underneath was hard to overlook. It would most likely need a lot more than one humble revolver shot to get this one down, except maybe for a quite exceptional marksman.

The tabaxi appeared like another bulwark of a man, but Mardyn deemed Drops of Rain to be much more unfortunate than the Orc once he spotted the prosthetic. He felt pity, but didn't express it openly at this point. If he had understood things correctly, everyone here had been more or less hand picked by their employer, so either Mr. Garrick was an ignorant fool or the individual in front of Mardyn's eyes was still capable of proving himself.

And another cat! Mardyn started to like Thunder's fur already even if, in his opinion, the number of different browns spread across Thunder's clothes didn't undo the utter mismatch of color. More bare black instead of brown and one ridiculous hat with openings for special ears less would have been better!

Just as Mardyn's view turned away in order to find a place to sit down for himself he saw something else. The subtle sight instantly cast a gentle smirk on his face which he did not hesitate to show towards the half-elf butler who still stood behind him. The goliath's right hand reached for the top of a large bookshelf and swept across it: dust! Some of the house's servants hadn't dared to take a little shortcut because this Mr. Garrick probably couldn't see this without a ladder anyway, had they ?

Then Mardyn sat down on the bare floor, not trusting any of the furniture present to suit him well.

Forsaken

Mardyn

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Mardyn

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Mardyn
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤: None so far. He'll likely get a worthy name from his tribe once his trial is complete.
𝔸𝕘𝕖: 22
𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤: Goliath
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: Male
𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: Sellsword
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥: Neutral good

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𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 8'7
𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕: He's a thick boned pillar of an individual with a lot of refined muscle.
𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤: Light blue and quite ordinary.
ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣: His hair is long, almost black and neatly arranged to a pony tail that reaches well past his shoulders.
𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖: A relatively bright gray.
𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: There are some smaller scars along his belly region, but they are not visible most of the time due to his clothes. Otherwise he's littered with finely drawn tattoos and some naturally occurring, much darker patches of skin.
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖: It has to be simple and sturdy. Mardyn has not so much tolerance for tight clothing, but prefers baggy trousers and thick linen shirts instead. He loves fur whenever it's a little more cold in the night and is not hesitant to expose his bare skin if things become hot.

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ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪:

Proud * Honest * Feroceous * Introvert * Zealot * Intelligent

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: Unmarried
ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕖:

What first impression do you make?
Most of the times I can see fear in the eyes of those who encounter me for the first time. They think I'd trample them and break their things if they provoke me or even accidentally. They are rather hesitant to let me enter their houses or even just to shake hands, but take one or two steps backwards instead. Others see my size as an opportunity to mock me, thinking they're fast and I'm slow and just waiting for me to bang my head somewhere. I've to admit that it's not like they'd actually be wrong with that sort of expectations, but still... Those who can both see that I have eyes in my head and come without any kind of either long lived or spontaneous prejudice are relatively rare and it makes me unhappy.

What are you like in a high stress situation?
That depends on the cause of the stress. Is it about life and death ? Then clearly it is my purpose to live up to my tribe's expectations and to prove that I'm worthy both to myself and to anyone around me. Backing off and giving up is an option, but it's clearly the least preferable one and I'd feel undignified unless the odds really were absolutely uneven. I'm not a reckless man enjoying the rush of adrenaline, but it's the way that has been imprinted on me from my very birth high up in the mountains.

If it's not about life and death, like, for example, sitting at a game of cards and being about to lose a lot of coin, I can get quite a bit short tempered. Yes, I sweat and maybe I'm not even good at maintaining a poker face, but I'm still able to think and weigh my options. I've seen others who already started turning violent at that point.

What are your best and worst qualities?
I'd consider myself to be fiercly loyal to those who have proven themselves, yet at the same time this kind of loyality is not a one-way road as everyone proving himself to me once is bound to be sucked into a torrent of expectations. Said person will have to do it again once the opportunity arises. My tether with other people can snap and just like with any rope or chain under high tension there can be considerable backlash. Oh... and there's another thing: I am indeed prone to suffer from rather unusual circumstances in this environment down here. All those things around me are built for people not even reaching to my breast! Good thing that I'm strong and can fix many things quicker than others!

What is something about yourself that you would never admit to anyone?
I'm afraid of failing and I'm afraid of nothing happening. What is life if there aren't any challenges, even if they're just small ones ? Consider it to be an inherited disease if you like. The weird thing is that I suspect many people to already expect this kind of behavior from me, but I'm too hesitant and introvert to just openly address it. Maybe that's a thing even worse to admit ? And, already seeing the next item of your questionnaire, may I just refer to that for another thing I don't want to say in public ?

What are your dreams?
I know it's quite childish, but what if there was a way to slow down or even stop the process of aging ? I don't want to end up crippled by the tooth of time, yet at the same time I don't want to end my life prematurely just in order to prevent that. That is, however, what my tribe might expect from me one way or the other. It's needless to add that such an invention might greatly help all tribes in general.

If you're looking for something more mundane, then maybe that I dream to become my tribe's leader. Who doesn't want to be in control, to rest at the summit of achievement and to be revered by others ?

How do you want to be seen by others?
Believe it or not, but how about 'normal' ? I mean sometimes it really would be a great step forward if the majority of people would not extrapolate from physical extremes to other aspects of one's entire being. Well respected would be a big bonus on top of that for sure though.

How do you see yourself?
I'd say my life has not been very out of the ordinary so far. I consider myself to be rather average for my kind. I'm strong, loyal and capable overall, but saying I'm the pinnacle of a skilled warrior would be very daring indeed. Time and experience will have to make their judgement about that. Sociability ? Not my forte, but I'm convinced it more often that not doesn't work out because of them and not because of me.

Do you tend to make snap judgements, or stop and think about things?
It's always good to have some sort of plan in advance, but you also need to know when the overall circumstances no longer match your plan's assumptions and predictions. When a plan reaches that kind of situation, then abandon it! I can follow both paper and intuition. Whether it's always right what I'm doing when under a certain regime is an entirely different matter though I'd say.

What haunts you?
What if I come back to my tribe and have nothing to say ? Or what if they don't believe me ? Or what if they simply deem my performance unworthy ? The many gold coins are a good thing to have, but they are no guarantee I'll also get the one thing that has been the main reason for me to embark on this whole endeavour in the first place.

What is your philosophy on life?
No matter what you think about any concepts of the afterlife, any gods or anything around them: According to everyone's very own perception you only got one life and you only live in the present. So make the best out of it, do not purposefully try to prevent others from doing the same, but also do not allow yourself to be hampered by all those many, more pesky individuals.

ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:

• Mardyn is used to being stared at, so sometimes he just stares back at people until they give up.
• Sometimes he keeps chewing on some long blade of grass or even a small piece of soft bark.

ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤:

• He has a small collection of minerals. It's not like he'd be carrying it around with him, but in calm moments he might search for unusual rocks and shiny crystals no matter if they're actually very valuable or not.
• Working out. It's not specifically for any kind of fight, but to keep and grow his muscle.

𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤:

• Rendering himself ridiculous with some kind of action. There are people who can laugh at such occasions and just shrug it off, but he can't so well.
• Coming back home and realizing that everything was in vain or even worse.
• Growing too old and staying in the state of slow bodily decay for too long.
• Being robbed.

𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• Eating and drinking, sometimes in amounts obscene even for his kind.
• Dwarven engineering. They are just the best at it, even if some encounters with it have been rather dangerous.
• Being respected. That by itself probably is quite common among people and thus not really worth mentioning, but in his case it's borderline to being a little overly eager. That is not to be confused with the dishonest kind of a self-promoter however.
• Cold environments, chill air and maybe even some snow on top of it.
• Tattoos. It doesn't have to be fancy warpaint, but decorating one's skin with some harmless colors can just so improve one's appearance!
• Cleverness.
• Music, even though these out-of-tune pianos can degenerate into a lousy background noise at times.

𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• Money. No, not the idea of being wealthy, but the idea of exchanging items which by themselves are completely worthless and basing everything on the mere belief that everybody will be willing to give you something of actual value for it. It's an unstable system and whenever there's instability, people with money are either screwed or gain riches they never worked for. Those 15,000 gold coins ? He'll most likely try to spend them on things as soon as possible.
• Cheating in general, not only being cheated.
• Heat. He comes from high in the mountains where there's plenty of sun, but also plenty of cold air and chill winds.
• Hectic individuals.
• Dirty places. It's not like his hut back in his tribe's territory would be a sterile place, but honestly... If you're running a saloon, then please try to dispose of all the vomit on the floor and the dried remains of booze on the tables more than once every other hour. How about... immediately ?
• Being unable to finish his sleep.

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𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟:

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Strength - Even without all his training he'd be enormous, but the way he actually is Mardyn can lift with one hand what others couldn't even with both their legs easily. It does clearly come at the cost of some overall speed though.
• Survivalist - Crops don't grow all too well at altitudes where even trees have ceased to be around, so it has been beneficial for him to know what kind of plant or fungus can be eaten more than once in a lifetime. Disemboweling animals and making fresh food out of them has been an activity for him since his early youth.
• Intimidation - Using one's sheer appearance is good, but adding some war cries and howls to it is even better! Actively demoralizing enemies does work, at least sometimes. Those who have him on their side however might even feel a bit more confident than before.
• Acrobatics - He excels at jumping, climbing and activities closely related to these two. What else to expect from a mountain folk guy ?
• Axe throwing - Hurling small metal pieces propelled by chemical compounds is good, but what happens once you've run out of ammunition or there's the need not to cause such an awful noise ? The old ways aren't entirely outdated for a thrown axe can be picked up again in most cases. Mardyn can throw with precision and power and usually keeps a few of those handy weapons around just in case.
• Hardened skin - It does not only look a bit like stone, it also behaves a bit like stone.

𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝/𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Medicine - There's a thin line between snake oil salesmen and people who know about herbs and other applications that really help. Mardyn can proudly count himself to the latter faction, adding some magic to it as well. He can't do miracles such as re-attaching a torn off limb or bringing back people from the dead, but just in case you got bitten by a venomous snake, hit by a poisoned arrow or narcotized by sniffing too much gunpowder in the morning... ask him.
• Spiritual connection - It's not something he has actively been trained for, but sometimes it seems as if Mardyn could almost communicate with animals of different kinds. It's not the kind of information flow to be expected from a real conversation, but it's enough to have different effects such as calming, motivating, turning them aggressive or in the extreme case even taming. He's also able to summon some smaller spirits to haunt and hurt his foes.
• Track reading - A skill necessary for hunting, but also useful if you want to know whether you're crossing the path of someone or something else that might be dangerous. He can distinguish a lot of different tracks and tell some basic characteristics about the creature or individual in question.

𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

• Large traveling bag - Big and sturdy, this leather item is well suited for carrying around a variety of goods.
• Throwing axes - He prefers carrying around a few of those and they can also serve as makeshift melee weapons if needed.
• Small medicinal pouch - When there's death and decay around you it's better to have some herbs, bandages and concoctions readily available instead of having to search for those first. Your companions might greatly appreciate that.
• Dried mead and fruits - Mardyn needs food... a lot of food.
• Water flask - People say that the sand in the desert flows like water if the winds are right, but have you ever tried drinking sand ?
• Ruggedized clothing - There's enough leather, fur and other padding to it that he could sleep on bare rock with at least some comfort if needed.

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ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪:

Mardyn was born in a mountain valley called Edestir high up in the Hallard mountains. It's safe to say that Edestir is pretty much the only place of significant size up there that can sustain a major settlement for any longer period of time. The soil is comparably fertile and the winds not as harsh as around the mountain peaks above, also there's some ore to be found there. Unsurprisingly so Mardyn was expected to pull his young weight with doing field work and also some mining, but from the perspective of his people there also was a problem with this valley...

It is a little boring. Some daring, foreign tongues even claim that it is a little too peaceful for a real Goliath tribe such as the Othiosyyia. Chopping away at stone and swinging the scythe is hard labor, but neither entertaining nor a real proof of one's warrior skills. Therefore the tribe follows a tradition that has already lasted many generations: Every newborn must go on some sort of trial once reaching adulthood, usually a journey that leads out of Edestir and into other regions where challenges are present. It is up to the person under trial him- or herself as to what kind of thing to do, but it is their duty to bring back some proof that they indeed have done something worthy of a true member of the tribe. Whether to drag home a bag full of monsters' heads, deliver some kind of artifact or just tell a believeable story preferably backed up by witnesses is up to each individual's decision, but it is also part of the trial to bear the uncertainty whether the chosen method will suffice.

Luckily the time constraints are rather relaxed, so there was at least some time for Mardyn to do some preparative groundwork before searching for the big thing. His tribe, due to the mining activity, has some contact with the dwarves, so this was the first direction to go. What followed were a series of not so glorious mercenary jobs: escort some valuable goods from A to B, guard the marriage of two important people or just investigate what's going on in these dark woods. It did allow Morvayn to gather both some initial experience and coin and to hone his skills further. Also he got to know some interesting people, one of them being the dwarven master blacksmith Hammac. Having done some jobs for the man, Mardyn was to be granted temporary ownership of one of Hammac's newest achievements: a downsized cannon. However Mardyn was as much a guinea pig as being the receiver of a great honor for the thing was a little experimental and not without risk of exploding in its user's hands. Guess where he's got the scars in his belly region from...

At some point the time was right and it appears that a certain someone has caught wind of a Goliath roaming around and searching for a major adventure. A bunch of griffins and a phoenix should be enough to attract the man's attention, right ? Simply because they are also bound to attract the attention of many bad people that need to be fended off, not to mention that these creatures are difficult to handle themselves. Mardyn was not hesitant to accept as he could start looking forward to several potential rewards at the same time: enough challenge for his trial, enough gold to make it more believeable that he has actually done something significant and last but not least getting to know a lot more of the land and other people.

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𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖: "You may ride on my shoulders, but don't hold me responsible if you should fall."
𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖: -

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Very thorough frustration.

Forsaken

I've been considering going for a Warforged who has grown to regret his original purpose and is quite hesitant to do any acts of violence. While he still could, by design.

An alternative idea is a Tiefling who is just totally fed up with the general view of his kind and, while holding a lot of internal anger he might release towards those too provocative, tries to prove that not all of his kind are what they say. A bit of a comedy aspect about him could be that he's also sort of a bodybuilding individual, so... huge.

Please tell me if any of those two ideas actually make any sense :)

Hi hi!

Welcome to the guild!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask away!

Forsaken (fantasy western D&D setting)

This sounds really interesting, however I hardly have any experience with Dnd settings/rules/lore. If that could be a significant issue I, of course, will not try to join if I can't fix it. Otherwise I'd be happy to throw my hat into the ring.

Winds of Fate - A Thieves' Adventure (Semi-Tabletop)

Skarsat

Quite a bit of a burden fell off Skarsat's heart as it turned out that he would neither have to grant himself access to Neh'miah's room by force nor carry the man around himself. It appeared that the thief was awake and able to walk on his own feet properly. Frankly speaking the Tork was looking forward to that actually happening as soon as possible just to get away from this room. That smell! There was more then just some residual wine to it. Had Neh'miah just emptied himself via his body's front door ?

For a brief moment, Skarsat couldn't help but think at Percival. Not only was the tavern's helping hand, janitor or maybe even darling called 'facility manager' being shoved around my his boss all the time as it seemed, but he'd probably also have to clean up what their party had left behind. The Tork certainly did not want to know how things looked like in some other rooms as there had been plenty more people who had taken a very deep look into the wine glass.

Yet there were more pressing issues at hand right now!

"If you're quick at getting yourself dressed up and ready to go, then would be a good time for a demonstration! There's some person from the city guard down there and he's asked for you specifically! And before you ask: he's not alone."

One could never know what kind of dumb idea people could come up with if they thought the threat was small and could maybe just be worked around by force.

"Is there a second way out you know of ?"

Hopefully it wouldn't be some kind of small-ish, high up window or involve some jumping action from roof to roof. While Skarsat definitely was familiar with physical exercise and such, he was not looking forward to some delicate acrobatics right this morning.

Blades of the Blood Coast

Character sheet update done.

I'll take the feat as the boon for Lorcan. Let's hope it will help compensate my bad luck with the guild's RNG.

Blades of the Blood Coast

In Lorcan's humble opinion, the usage of the attribute 'good' in combination with the noun 'mood' should be forbidden. If not permanently then at least until he'd have forgotten about the events of the past few days, even if there was only very little hope of that happening!

First of all his feet hurt. There was an old trick known among many Skayleigh that involved wrapping the large leaves of a distinct bush around one's feet so something in the plant's sap would either anaesthetize the irritated skin or even help healing it, but Lorcan was anything but certain that he had picked the right bush... Maybe in the South there were bushes that looked almost the same, but didn't have this beneficial property ?

Then there was that girl called Emmaline he had kept staring at from behind for quite a bunch of miles. Because of their curves ? Certainly not! Actually seeing the real person did help however with the imagination of his wooden stick behing shoved up her rear until her internals would be blatantly exposed to the crows above! Yes, they all had survived, but probably more due to luck than anything else. It could have come different if he had not decided to take action and distract two of the bandits, but apparently that had only helped that dwarf to believe that he was an idiot! It was only fair if he'd forward this bad opinion about him to the real root cause, right ?

Last but not least he had not been able to see for himself what really had come down from the skies above. Oh what he would have given for actually seeing a real dragon, even combined with a real demon! The Skayleigh had been looking at an entirely different direction at the wrong moment though, so by the time he had found out where the bright flash had come from the meteor had already descended below the horizon. It was a story he would not be able to tell once back home, simply because nobody would believe him if he couldn't actually describe any details. Maybe just claim he had seen a big rock coming down ? There were educated Skayleigh who knew this was possible. Some of the best swords were even made out of meteoric iron!

And now he was standing in front of those big gates, silently involved in a competition with Raddek about who looked more hulking in these makeshift cloaks. At least there he did have a quite literally big advantage though. On the other hand... that thing was a bit tight to say the least as none of the bandits had been a seven feet tall one. It was to be found out whether Varone was home to some sort of tailor who could fix this for the most modest price imaginable.

Maybe he could even use the opportunity and actually make some coin by going back to the roots, entertaining people with a simple melody, a poem or maybe both combined into some sort of song ? He had had two days to think of one, but it dawned upon him he'd have to recite that openly far away from the others...

This girl called Emmaline, I don't respect her anymore.
She marched towards those bandits like a damn attention whore!
Does she not think it might be good to have a common plan ?
Next time I won't save her big ass, I'm not such mad a man!

Then we have this small Faer... what ?, I hate that shitty name!
I'm sure he's just a little twat, it won't get him much fame!
This thing in his thick ugly skull, was it ever enabled ?
That heavy fog of alcohol, it was never penetrated!

Raddek's a grumpy lad, I hope he will stay in the lead.
If not him who will then bring our foes their quick defeat ?
I could ask him about that fiery thing seen in the sky,
but maybe he has been just as blind as my two humble eyes.

Migi, she's a Burrahob, but rotten to the core!
If you need a good curse job, do not look further more!
Much to my surprise she did not cause a greater mess,
I'm tempted to surmise one day I'll call her a princess!

Reyvadin, his long-ish name, it does sound pretty grim!
I do have reason to believe his light is not so dim!
Why did he join this dark place and what is his origin ?
Maybe, if the others fail, I will just stick to him!

Rolls

Rejuvenation, 1d8+1: 4

Blades of the Blood Coast

Sorry for slacking things, this week has not exactly been very replenishing. However it is weekend time and I should get things done after some decent sleep etc.!

So maybe I have upgraded my staple character... Instead of having a blood feud with one other character, he now has a blood feud with multiple characters?