Gisk

Hello!

@Ammosword Hey, not to be a creep, but I saw your post in a tabletop interest check, unfortunately it looked like that thread was long gone.

If you still wanted to do something DnD, I'd be happy to start something up. I just started playing myself, and as a DM of all things, so I'd love some extra practice, and I've been at this RPing thing in general for quite a while, so I can probably help when and if you need it.

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Rolf watched Bergoda and Zarwin peer over the map and wondered briefly if anyone in the party could actually read.

"Aye, ghosts don't bother me, but if this strapping lad is scared," he smiled good naturedly at Zarwin, "We can steer clear of them."

Rolf was dressed simply, forgoing armor, he was in a brown and gray tunic and trousers, with some good leather boots. Better than he'd ever had, in fact. His one concession to ornamentation was a fine blue sash about his waist. Tucked into the sash was the branch he had been carving on at dinner. It was roughly as long as his forearm, and about two finger widths wide through most of the length. The rough bark had been carved away, and there were symbols and marks, inscrutable to most, carved deeply into the wood.

He climbed up into the cab of the wagon, frowning when he was facing away from the others. He wasn't as confident as he sounded, but mystery and ignorance kept wizards safe just as much as their actual magic. He didn't want his party to know that much of his power had been stripped when he'd been imprisoned. Creating a new wand felt almost like beginning his training again. Or maybe more like he was training the wand.

"Let's get a move on, then, eh?"

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Would it be alright if I put a second character into one of the untaken spaces?

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If we split so that PCs are going for the one, the other team should fail so that we have to go get the other objective anyway.

Oh, but I'm good with either way. If we split up, Rolf wants to go to the Black Marsh, though.

I can see advantages to both, but if we split up, we have to come up with who the other guys are. But if the PCs stick together, we can just say they all died and we never have to see them again.

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Is the gm gonna roll us some sweet random loot throughout the game?

Also, does Dulcena equip us?

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“I'd be ‘fraid of a viper because its bite could kill me, not because I don't like the feel of it on me skin. But I'll go. You need someone who does understand, to stop brasher fellas from looting cursed rubbish.”

He had relaxed some, having gotten used to the idea strangely quickly. He had to admit, if only to himself, despite his protestations it held a certain attraction to him. But that was the problem, wasn't it? To someone whose life is bound by rigid rules, the allure of breaking them is often greater than his reason.
He had taken up a stick that he'd brought with him from the courtyard, and was carving at it thoughtfully with a table knife.

He looked at the other man over his carving, “The magic of Whitehall is the less friendly sort. You oughta be careful what you even touch in there. Forget about taking things with you. Though,” he looked back to The Lady, “I s’pose there's something you do mean for us to bring back.”

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The party was just starting to have a good time, if not quite forgetting the prison they had left, when the Lady of be house got down to business. Whether it was just something about her presence, or the circumstances of her introduction to them, her quiet speech rendered them all silent almost immediately.

Rolf was taking a sip of beer as she continued. His eyebrows raised as Whitehall was brought up, but when the intention to unseal it was announced, Rolf dropped his cup and spit his drink out.

”What? Just put me… no, don't.” He crossed his arms and slumped deeper into his chair. “Better madness by magic than by isolation. What do you want from there?”

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Rolf was across the lawn, facing an attractive elm tree, his back to the others. Clean, in newer clothes and inexplicably rejuvenated, Rolf looked almost as if he had never been a prisoner. He had also completely forgotten his promise to himself to take better care of his natural body.

When Bergoda approached, he suddenly dropped a jagged rock he had been holding and faced her, his body half concealing a series of lines and shapes he had been carving in the tree.

“Aye, Rolf,” where Bergoda had an urban accent, Rolf’s speech was more telling of the countryside. “I thought I heard you introduce yourself as an eel, but now that the prison’s been scrubbed off, I see that y’are a lady after all.”

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The Sunfort/ The Moonfort.

Maybe there's two, one of each, actually.

The Starlit Tower
Gray Haven
Whitehall
The Palace of the Wise.

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“Better a month of scrubbing a smelly carriage than a month where we've been. Show me all of the soap you have, for once I’d prefer to smell like some kind of fancy man.”

Rolf walked across, deliberately deviating from the paved path so that he stepped through the grass. With every step he seemed livelier, though his footsteps were a little browner than they had been.

He allowed himself to be led into the cellar, and was almost surprised to find that there was in fact hot water in a tub. Quite hot indeed, it steamed the air in the immediate area. With very little regard for modesty, Rolf stripped his meager clothes and plunged into the tub. He almost immediately dunked his head and scrubbed at his scalp, reaching off to the side where he'd seen a bar of soap.

Soon he was being rushed out so someone else could take their turn. He dried himself, and wrung out his hair, running his fingers through it to get the worst of the tangles out. He felt scoured and raw, but in a strangely good way. If he was going to be unwashed, he had his own preferences for what exactly he was dirty with, and now he could start from scratch.