“Thank you so very much, and what elegant penmanship! I’m sure you know I come from a long line of scribes and scholars… I’ll have to make sure I don’t lose this one and shot it to my father Dillion.” He stared at the word FAITH, feeling that weight of responsibility that to his was indistinguishable from fear of death, death of the town it’s way of life and all its inhabitants.
Hearing Farthran, Gillian follows the others towards the baths. As Roy complains about the temperature, he uses his mage hand to toss Roy’s long johns 30 ft into the fields while he isn’t looking, and then gets into his own. It is a bit nippy, but thoughts of food warm him from the inside.
Elder Roceran eh? Gillian wonders if his father had ever scribed for Roceran. He worries that the evening will be boring, with a laundry list of formalities highlighted by the judging eyes of the entire Commonwealth probably pondering the same thing: how in the hell did Gillian get lumped in with this group of potential heroes?
“Farthran, since we are being paraded about, before the possible slaughter which is to be our intended mission, whatever that is, do you think the council will give us anything special to help us achieve our goals? I mean besides the honor of your training of course.” Gillian continued to bathe.
He was so used to hours, days and weeks alone reading and organizing the histories and mythologies. It sometimes couldn’t be distinguished whether Gillian was talking to himself or others; he certainly didn't seem to take offense when no one answered, he was used to that.
he began to whistle a foreign tune, one no one in this region of the realms had ever heard before. It was cheerful and gentle, and he enjoyed his wash as whistled. (OoC: Gillian is unknowingly whistling the tune rudolf the red-nosed reindeer)
As the others joyfully start to use magic to fool around Grahls face turns more serious and shouts out in anger STOP IT!
This magic is dangerous, it should not be used so carelessly. We still have much to learn about this and.. As Grahl is moving his arms in front of himself to emphasize his words a translucent version of his forearm seems to drag behind his motion for just a split second. Like he had two of them before the translucent forearm catches up to Grahls.
His frustration and anger stops a moment shocked by what he thought he just saw. Anyone perceptive watching might of seen the same but it all happened to fast and for such a short time Grahl tries to shrug it off, it must be his mind playing tricks on him again. He continues and tries to finish what he was saying .. its.. its dangerous.
With that he turns to move further towards the wash basins and starts washing up as well. He wont yet look at anyone and remain silent for now.
The others would relate his outburst to the recent failed ritual of his father and how the results still affected his father. So he has more reason than most to be wary of magic as they all are still getting used to having it back.
Klok (pass perc 16) thinks he sees something peculiar as Grahl is waving about shouting about magic. Klok wonders for a moment if the weakening of the shield is affecting everyone differently. Gillion suddenly has magic, Grahl's odd color that swirled around his arm, Falken's potion worked, and Klok feeling more in tune with nature than he has ever felt. Klok snaps to and says to the group, "Grahl is correct. We should come to study and learn how to use it properly. Although we may have read about it we still don't know the effects....ere on the side of caution for right now, yes?"
Falken redirects his attention to Grahl as their demeanor starts to become more hostile.
"Excuse me! Did your parents not teach you manners?! I'm fully aware the dangers of using magic, but it's no secret that the gate is failing, and now is no time for restraint."
Falken turns away, not awaiting a response and heads to the bath houses to get cleaned up.
Gillian looks toward the dome, seeing the imperfections within, and the ominous red star above. He imagines that it must have given the elders hope and security when it was new and flawless. But the dome was aging, diseased even: “I would not say this to the council, but we are to wade into dangerous waters together … so let us not argue. it is not instantly obvious that the fault is with magic and not with the desire to avoid confronting reality. I am sure all of our Strengths will be needed in the coming days.”
Privetely via message Gillian also send Grahl encouragement. “We are in this together my friend,” and thought to himself and I’ve a father and no need of two.
Otis washes up slowly watching the argument over magic play out. He thinks it over carefully as he gets dressed and decides to let the four of them work out their relationships on their own.
Otis will wait for everyone before heading to the meeting.
Roy listens carefully to the others as they argue but takes his time to wash up and get dressed while he considers.
“What do you think, Otis? Klok? I know we’re all worried about the Wall, but if I’m honest: it is beyond our control. We will do what we can with what comes after, with our best preparations. But magic is something else… Grahl and Falken. This divides them. It will divide the town, too. I want to know what you would suggest.”
After listening to everyone speak, Klok speaks up quietly "The people of this town have lived without magic and have been taught the evils of magic since the shield went up. Perhaps we should be on the side of caution. I too have felt more in tune with the woods and nature around us since the shield weakened, but let's not flaunt our new talents too openly until we know what the elders have in store for us and what trouble lies ahead."
Gillian dropped his head in boredom, interpreting their warnings and annoyance as but the ticking of the telltale heart fearing it’s own demise. “I’ll be careful about casting at the council meeting,” Gillian said loud enough for all to hear,
“but that doesn’t mean I agree with your logic. We cant just be static in our ways and defeat these unknown terrors. The strategies for success are not yet available for the trials that have not yet arrived,” he mumbled under his breath, only perceptible to those with keen hearing.
Gillian prepared to return to town with the others, noting his need to find a private place to cast some buffs on himself before tonight’s charade… just in case.
"Grahl has good reason to be worried about reckless magic use. So do many of the older citizens of the Commonwealth who have seen it go wrong. The same with the descendents of some of the more destructive results of the warped result of attempting magic." Otis replies as the group walks towards the meeting.
"At the same time mister Gutterbend and Gillian, are correct if the shielding continues to weaken until it collapses, then those with magical abilities must practice them."
"I believe the two sides will remain divided until we rediscover courtesy and self control in the area of magic use. Those with magic use will need to show the can control themselves. Most probably by limiting their use of magic to our practices or assignments the Commonwealth charges us with doing. "
"At the same time that would be pointless unless the citizens witness some of the practices. While also witnessing the lack of any magic use inside the village, especially when it would make the users life or work easier. Doing that would help to build the citizens faith in the users judgement and control."
"Then we come to courtesy. In much the same way I could just walk into someone's house who I don't like and beat the tar out of them or take what I wanted, I think we would all agree, I would be in the wrong. Even if the item belonged to me. Outside of self defense or our assignments using magic on another's person or property should only be done with their permission, especially when that use would violate something they believe to be exclusively private like the thoughts in their head."
"These are just my thoughts on the subject. I am sure if their magic grows there will be a great many subjects of use that they will need to think through weighing the respect for others against the need to protect the Commonwealth."
"As for me, I trust Gillian, Mister Gutterbend, and Klok, if they want or need to talk in my head they are welcome to." Otis rambles out for a longer time and distance than he obviously intended to.
Klok smiles at Otis "I think all our intentions are good. We all have to learn to navigate the new normal. This old-timer included. Best not keep the elders waiting"
You quickly make your way into the main part of the village and soon begin to hear the familiar ringing of metal as you pass the Hammer and Awl, the local smithy and leatherworking shop. Hargrim Stoutstrike, a barrel chested dwarf with immensely muscular arms is there at the anvil, holding a bar of metal with a pair of tongs and beating it savagely with his hammer. Nearby his gnomish partner Wrehik Dapplefen looks up and waves at you, one hand holding a long strip of leather and the other holding his burnishing tool. “Hello young men, done with your training already?” He winks at Falken slyly.
You pass by the Grog Shop Tavern run by Orudar Greatfist, a tall brooding half-orc who is friends with Torak, and make your way across the bridge over a small branch of the river to the western side of New Commonwealth. A well worn road passes north and south of the bridge exit and the Town Hall lies directly in front of you. Farthran steps forward to open the door, but stops to look you in the eyes, all earlier mirth gone from his face. “Try to keep an open mind inside please. They are on your side, but some do not like to be reminded that the shield that has protected us for almost three centuries could fail at any moment. Temper your words, and for goodness sake, no magic without being asked please.”
Otis will nod and head in when the door is opened. The funny thing was this is exactly how his trial went except he didn't have five others waiting to go in with him. Having been here before for much worse circumstances gives Otis a sense of calm. "Well until Gillian talks in an elders head."Otis thinks to himself and smiles. "This might turn out to be entertaining. "
Falken, as he passes the Blacksmithing and Leatherworking shop, will give a nod of his head to the two fellows working and give off a big grin. As the remark is made, he chuckles. "Training makes the mind feel younger my friend! Leave some work for me, I'll be back before you know it!" He shouts back.
As Falken is let into the Town Hall, he gives another nod to Farthran. "Thank you friend. I expect this meeting to go swimmingly." He then passes him, giving him a firm handshake and making his way into the town hall.
Roy listens attentively to every word from Otis and Klok, and says little about what he makes of them. He moves through the town with a smile and a handshake for each familiar face they pass. He hears Farthran’s words, as he checks his appearance one last time.
“I know your words are wisdom itself, Master Farthran.” Roy looks at the others. “Let’s show them they chose well.”
Gillian having seen their buttons be pressed and not become violent to him, trusted the group more for the experience. He prepared himself mentally to not instinctually perform magic in he could help it during the meeting, and followed Roy’s cue, standing proper and thanking Farthran with a respectful half bow on his way in.
Grahl follows the group and nods as a greeting to Hagrim and Wrehik as they pass by the blacksmith.
As he listens to Farthran words Grahl will look down and dust himself off as best he can to make himself presentable for the elders. He was keen on hearing what the elders had planned. Quietly he moves inside the town hall.
Farthran opens the door and you are led past the large building’s foyer into a hallway that ends in a sturdy set of mahogany doors. Pushing the doors open in a grand fashion, he strolls inside motioning for you to follow.
The massive room inside is all polished wood and smooth surfaces as Farthran ushers you in towards a set of tables in the center of the room. Surrounding the center tables in a semicircle are eight sets of desks and comfortable chairs in which are seated the eight ruling sets of elders, one set from each race.
The elders had just been discussing the best practices to make sure the deer from the forest and meadows nearby and the elk to the west around the mountains stay at a healthy population level and what is to be done about poaching when the hunting has been called to a halt. As the sound of footsteps draw them from their conversations, they all put aside their quills and parchments and look upon you with interest.
An elven man steps forward with a smile and turns to Farthran, “Ahh, Sergeant Thrang, you do us an honor by bringing these souls before us today.” Farthran bows to the elf, “The honor is all mine in that regard Elder Quildirin, these men have been training with me and others of the town, and they learn quickly.” Turning to you, he waves a hand at the elder, “For any who haven’t met him, this is Elder Roceran Quildirin and standing over there is his lovely wife Chaelana.” A smiling half elven woman standing nearby waves cheerfully at you.
Farthran proceeds to introduce the rest of the council of elders as each steps forward to say hello and study you intently.
The Dragonborn Elders - Thokan Brighthand and his wife Oneva. The Dwarven Elders - Hedrus Thrang, brother of Farthran, and his wife Onera. The Halfling Elders - Dhevrel Chigru and his wife Ghessali. The Human Elders - Martino Pethgar and his wife Caressa. The Gnome Elders - Vorrug Thistleshield and his wife Helsa. The Half Orc Elders - Boradur Thromm and his wife Aresha. The Tiefling Elders - Guron Tamersit and his wife Dimzes.
Elder Guron steps forward after all of the introductions and looks at each of you pointedly. “So I guess we should get it out of the way then, regardless of the obvious or not, let us talk magic. Which of you have felt it or used it, no matter how small?”
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“Thank you so very much, and what elegant penmanship! I’m sure you know I come from a long line of scribes and scholars… I’ll have to make sure I don’t lose this one and shot it to my father Dillion.” He stared at the word FAITH, feeling that weight of responsibility that to his was indistinguishable from fear of death, death of the town it’s way of life and all its inhabitants.
Hearing Farthran, Gillian follows the others towards the baths. As Roy complains about the temperature, he uses his mage hand to toss Roy’s long johns 30 ft into the fields while he isn’t looking, and then gets into his own. It is a bit nippy, but thoughts of food warm him from the inside.
Elder Roceran eh? Gillian wonders if his father had ever scribed for Roceran. He worries that the evening will be boring, with a laundry list of formalities highlighted by the judging eyes of the entire Commonwealth probably pondering the same thing: how in the hell did Gillian get lumped in with this group of potential heroes?
“Farthran, since we are being paraded about, before the possible slaughter which is to be our intended mission, whatever that is, do you think the council will give us anything special to help us achieve our goals? I mean besides the honor of your training of course.” Gillian continued to bathe.
He was so used to hours, days and weeks alone reading and organizing the histories and mythologies. It sometimes couldn’t be distinguished whether Gillian was talking to himself or others; he certainly didn't seem to take offense when no one answered, he was used to that.
he began to whistle a foreign tune, one no one in this region of the realms had ever heard before. It was cheerful and gentle, and he enjoyed his wash as whistled. (OoC: Gillian is unknowingly whistling the tune rudolf the red-nosed reindeer)
As the others joyfully start to use magic to fool around Grahls face turns more serious and shouts out in anger STOP IT!
This magic is dangerous, it should not be used so carelessly. We still have much to learn about this and.. As Grahl is moving his arms in front of himself to emphasize his words a translucent version of his forearm seems to drag behind his motion for just a split second. Like he had two of them before the translucent forearm catches up to Grahls.
His frustration and anger stops a moment shocked by what he thought he just saw. Anyone perceptive watching might of seen the same but it all happened to fast and for such a short time Grahl tries to shrug it off, it must be his mind playing tricks on him again. He continues and tries to finish what he was saying .. its.. its dangerous.
With that he turns to move further towards the wash basins and starts washing up as well. He wont yet look at anyone and remain silent for now.
The others would relate his outburst to the recent failed ritual of his father and how the results still affected his father. So he has more reason than most to be wary of magic as they all are still getting used to having it back.
Klok (pass perc 16) thinks he sees something peculiar as Grahl is waving about shouting about magic. Klok wonders for a moment if the weakening of the shield is affecting everyone differently. Gillion suddenly has magic, Grahl's odd color that swirled around his arm, Falken's potion worked, and Klok feeling more in tune with nature than he has ever felt. Klok snaps to and says to the group, "Grahl is correct. We should come to study and learn how to use it properly. Although we may have read about it we still don't know the effects....ere on the side of caution for right now, yes?"
Falken redirects his attention to Grahl as their demeanor starts to become more hostile.
"Excuse me! Did your parents not teach you manners?! I'm fully aware the dangers of using magic, but it's no secret that the gate is failing, and now is no time for restraint."
Falken turns away, not awaiting a response and heads to the bath houses to get cleaned up.
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Gillian looks toward the dome, seeing the imperfections within, and the ominous red star above. He imagines that it must have given the elders hope and security when it was new and flawless. But the dome was aging, diseased even: “I would not say this to the council, but we are to wade into dangerous waters together … so let us not argue. it is not instantly obvious that the fault is with magic and not with the desire to avoid confronting reality. I am sure all of our Strengths will be needed in the coming days.”
Privetely via message Gillian also send Grahl encouragement. “We are in this together my friend,” and thought to himself and I’ve a father and no need of two.
Grahl grunts a bit as Falken walks off and adds a snarl as someone is talking in his head Stay out of my head!
He continues to wash up as he shakes his head and mumbles to himself Now i know why i was asked, they are fools trying to get themselves killed.
As he finishes he gets his clothes and puts them back on and goes to gather his things.
Otis washes up slowly watching the argument over magic play out. He thinks it over carefully as he gets dressed and decides to let the four of them work out their relationships on their own.
Otis will wait for everyone before heading to the meeting.
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Roy listens carefully to the others as they argue but takes his time to wash up and get dressed while he considers.
“What do you think, Otis? Klok? I know we’re all worried about the Wall, but if I’m honest: it is beyond our control. We will do what we can with what comes after, with our best preparations. But magic is something else… Grahl and Falken. This divides them. It will divide the town, too. I want to know what you would suggest.”
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After listening to everyone speak, Klok speaks up quietly "The people of this town have lived without magic and have been taught the evils of magic since the shield went up. Perhaps we should be on the side of caution. I too have felt more in tune with the woods and nature around us since the shield weakened, but let's not flaunt our new talents too openly until we know what the elders have in store for us and what trouble lies ahead."
Gillian dropped his head in boredom, interpreting their warnings and annoyance as but the ticking of the telltale heart fearing it’s own demise. “I’ll be careful about casting at the council meeting,” Gillian said loud enough for all to hear,
“but that doesn’t mean I agree with your logic. We cant just be static in our ways and defeat these unknown terrors. The strategies for success are not yet available for the trials that have not yet arrived,” he mumbled under his breath, only perceptible to those with keen hearing.
Gillian prepared to return to town with the others, noting his need to find a private place to cast some buffs on himself before tonight’s charade… just in case.
Otis nods along with old Klok.
"Grahl has good reason to be worried about reckless magic use. So do many of the older citizens of the Commonwealth who have seen it go wrong. The same with the descendents of some of the more destructive results of the warped result of attempting magic." Otis replies as the group walks towards the meeting.
"At the same time mister Gutterbend and Gillian, are correct if the shielding continues to weaken until it collapses, then those with magical abilities must practice them."
"I believe the two sides will remain divided until we rediscover courtesy and self control in the area of magic use. Those with magic use will need to show the can control themselves. Most probably by limiting their use of magic to our practices or assignments the Commonwealth charges us with doing. "
"At the same time that would be pointless unless the citizens witness some of the practices. While also witnessing the lack of any magic use inside the village, especially when it would make the users life or work easier. Doing that would help to build the citizens faith in the users judgement and control."
"Then we come to courtesy. In much the same way I could just walk into someone's house who I don't like and beat the tar out of them or take what I wanted, I think we would all agree, I would be in the wrong. Even if the item belonged to me. Outside of self defense or our assignments using magic on another's person or property should only be done with their permission, especially when that use would violate something they believe to be exclusively private like the thoughts in their head."
"These are just my thoughts on the subject. I am sure if their magic grows there will be a great many subjects of use that they will need to think through weighing the respect for others against the need to protect the Commonwealth."
"As for me, I trust Gillian, Mister Gutterbend, and Klok, if they want or need to talk in my head they are welcome to." Otis rambles out for a longer time and distance than he obviously intended to.
Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Klok smiles at Otis "I think all our intentions are good. We all have to learn to navigate the new normal. This old-timer included. Best not keep the elders waiting"
You quickly make your way into the main part of the village and soon begin to hear the familiar ringing of metal as you pass the Hammer and Awl, the local smithy and leatherworking shop. Hargrim Stoutstrike, a barrel chested dwarf with immensely muscular arms is there at the anvil, holding a bar of metal with a pair of tongs and beating it savagely with his hammer. Nearby his gnomish partner Wrehik Dapplefen looks up and waves at you, one hand holding a long strip of leather and the other holding his burnishing tool. “Hello young men, done with your training already?” He winks at Falken slyly.
You pass by the Grog Shop Tavern run by Orudar Greatfist, a tall brooding half-orc who is friends with Torak, and make your way across the bridge over a small branch of the river to the western side of New Commonwealth. A well worn road passes north and south of the bridge exit and the Town Hall lies directly in front of you. Farthran steps forward to open the door, but stops to look you in the eyes, all earlier mirth gone from his face. “Try to keep an open mind inside please. They are on your side, but some do not like to be reminded that the shield that has protected us for almost three centuries could fail at any moment. Temper your words, and for goodness sake, no magic without being asked please.”
Otis will nod and head in when the door is opened. The funny thing was this is exactly how his trial went except he didn't have five others waiting to go in with him. Having been here before for much worse circumstances gives Otis a sense of calm. "Well until Gillian talks in an elders head." Otis thinks to himself and smiles. "This might turn out to be entertaining. "
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Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Falken, as he passes the Blacksmithing and Leatherworking shop, will give a nod of his head to the two fellows working and give off a big grin. As the remark is made, he chuckles. "Training makes the mind feel younger my friend! Leave some work for me, I'll be back before you know it!" He shouts back.
As Falken is let into the Town Hall, he gives another nod to Farthran. "Thank you friend. I expect this meeting to go swimmingly." He then passes him, giving him a firm handshake and making his way into the town hall.
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Roy listens attentively to every word from Otis and Klok, and says little about what he makes of them. He moves through the town with a smile and a handshake for each familiar face they pass. He hears Farthran’s words, as he checks his appearance one last time.
“I know your words are wisdom itself, Master Farthran.” Roy looks at the others. “Let’s show them they chose well.”
Roy leads the way in, with a look of purpose.
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Klok follows behind everyone else
Gillian having seen their buttons be pressed and not become violent to him, trusted the group more for the experience. He prepared himself mentally to not instinctually perform magic in he could help it during the meeting, and followed Roy’s cue, standing proper and thanking Farthran with a respectful half bow on his way in.
Grahl follows the group and nods as a greeting to Hagrim and Wrehik as they pass by the blacksmith.
As he listens to Farthran words Grahl will look down and dust himself off as best he can to make himself presentable for the elders. He was keen on hearing what the elders had planned. Quietly he moves inside the town hall.
Farthran opens the door and you are led past the large building’s foyer into a hallway that ends in a sturdy set of mahogany doors. Pushing the doors open in a grand fashion, he strolls inside motioning for you to follow.
The massive room inside is all polished wood and smooth surfaces as Farthran ushers you in towards a set of tables in the center of the room. Surrounding the center tables in a semicircle are eight sets of desks and comfortable chairs in which are seated the eight ruling sets of elders, one set from each race.
The elders had just been discussing the best practices to make sure the deer from the forest and meadows nearby and the elk to the west around the mountains stay at a healthy population level and what is to be done about poaching when the hunting has been called to a halt. As the sound of footsteps draw them from their conversations, they all put aside their quills and parchments and look upon you with interest.
An elven man steps forward with a smile and turns to Farthran, “Ahh, Sergeant Thrang, you do us an honor by bringing these souls before us today.” Farthran bows to the elf, “The honor is all mine in that regard Elder Quildirin, these men have been training with me and others of the town, and they learn quickly.” Turning to you, he waves a hand at the elder, “For any who haven’t met him, this is Elder Roceran Quildirin and standing over there is his lovely wife Chaelana.” A smiling half elven woman standing nearby waves cheerfully at you.
Farthran proceeds to introduce the rest of the council of elders as each steps forward to say hello and study you intently.
The Dragonborn Elders - Thokan Brighthand and his wife Oneva.
The Dwarven Elders - Hedrus Thrang, brother of Farthran, and his wife Onera.
The Halfling Elders - Dhevrel Chigru and his wife Ghessali.
The Human Elders - Martino Pethgar and his wife Caressa.
The Gnome Elders - Vorrug Thistleshield and his wife Helsa.
The Half Orc Elders - Boradur Thromm and his wife Aresha.
The Tiefling Elders - Guron Tamersit and his wife Dimzes.
Elder Guron steps forward after all of the introductions and looks at each of you pointedly. “So I guess we should get it out of the way then, regardless of the obvious or not, let us talk magic. Which of you have felt it or used it, no matter how small?”