Exandria, created by the Matthew Mercer, was made popular by the web-series Critical Role in 2015. This world is made up of several continents, such as Tal’Dorei, Marquet, and Issylra. There is another continent, however, by the name of Wildemount. It is a place of political turmoil, war, and crime, among other things. The conflict between the Dwendalian Empire and the Kryn Dynasty are are actively at war. The Clovis Concord on the west coast continue their struggles against the pirates of the Revelry. Unbeknownst to common folk, there are rumors of a mysterious power rising in the north.
Almost 5 years after the forming of the team of adventurers known as the Mighty Nein, the makings of a new story begins. On a hill just north of the Cyrengreen Forest is a small town called Deastok. It is here that we take a closer look to learn about the tale of five people and how their destinies came together.
Near the end of the year 839 P.D., the history books mark one fateful day: the 29th of Cuersaar. The sun rises over Wildemount, bringing light to the farmlands around Deastok, over the town’s stone wall, and through the holes of a giant metal gate. The light shines over a very large and very old, yet well-maintained building. A seemingly ancient man is sitting in his office, which is now illuminated by the rays of sunlight shining through windows.
An unexpectedly energetic “Come in!” can be heard by anyone standing outside the office. The door’s handle leans downward and is slowly pushed open, creating a squeaking that could irritate anyone. Not him, however. The old man stands up out of his seat to greet a visitor. The guest is a middle age, fair-skinned human with black hair and gray eyes. He wears an armor made of linked chains, and has one easily throwable handaxe at each of his sides. The handle of a longsword reaches over his shoulder, and its blade is covered by a shield. To his visitor, the old man says with a bit of arrogance,“The guards told me you would be here. They would, of course, because I am Taryon, the esteemed leader of the Darrington Brigade. Now, what can I do for you?”
Leon gives the old man a nod of respect, his gray eyes taking in the room with a brief sweep, then returning to the man again.
"It has been rumored that one of your teams has come into possession of a rare tome." he says without any preamble. "This particular tome was written by the ancient loremaster Shielen Ravsuf, and is said to hold a historical account of these lands, from a viewpoint I believe would be quite interesting."
"Having not read any of his works, I cannot say." Leon says with a shrug. "All I have to go on is scraps gathered, but nothing that says who or what the author actually was. Rumors and speculation says the viewpoint is different, that is all I really know about it."
Taryon sits back down with a huff. He reaches for a quill, dips it in a small pot of ink, and holds it over parchment. He looks up at you. With a hint of impatience in his voice, he asks “What is your name?”
Taryon rubs his chin for a moment, thinking out loud with a “Hmm..” He looks up at you, his eyes scanning your appearance again. He looks back down at the parchment and quickly scribbles something under your name. “The Shady Bough is just south of the estate—finest inn in Deastok. Should be able to accommodate someone like you for a few days.”
Taryon nods. “I’ll have to look at this tome myself first, but if its harmless...I’ll send for you.” He makes a waving motion, shooing you out of his office. Leon leaves Taryon Darrington’s office as the five fates begin to reveal themselves one by one.
The next person we will be looking at is also human, but not in Deastok. About 3 miles east from the town’s walls is a young woman with smooth dark skin and even darker hair tied up on top of her head. She is tending to a field, picking the crops while they’re ripe and in perfect picking condition. A man yells out to her, “Hey! Girl!” You walk to the man with a basket in your hand, full of ears of corn. The man appears to be about 50 or so years old. His hair is a mix of gray and brown with faint streaks of white. He’s wearing overalls and he appears to be just a bit on the overweight side. “My boy’s going inside Deastok to sell some things. You’re going with him. See how much you can make off that crappy rice you’ve been holding on to, will ya?”
Cinta In a couple of minutes, youfind the man’s son, Caden, on a horse-drawn wagon, preparing to leave. He has brown hair and brown eyes, he’s a little taller than you, and he’s pretty thin compared to his father. You know Caden to be a few years older than you. Lindon—his older brother and the man’s eldest son—was killed 3 years ago on the frontlines of the war against Xhorhas. Caden stops the horses and looks at you with disdain. “Don’t tell me you’re coming with me...”
Cinta In a couple of minutes, youfind the man’s son, Caden, on a horse-drawn wagon, preparing to leave. He has brown hair and brown eyes, he’s a little taller than you, and he’s pretty thin compared to his father. You know Caden to be a few years older than you. Lindon—his older brother and the man’s eldest son—was killed 3 years ago on the frontlines of the war against Xhorhas. Caden stops the horses and looks at you with disdain. “Don’t tell me you’re coming with me...”
" On your Vaters orders, Herr.", she said ducking instinctively.
She did not mount the wagon but stood beside it ready to run along side it if not allowed to board.
The horses begin moving at his command. He watches for a moment as you walk beside the wagon. He looks at you annoyed, then sighs. “Get in, Cinta. No point in walking all the way there. Did you bring your rice crops?”
The horses begin moving at his command. He watches for a moment as you walk beside the wagon. He looks at you annoyed, then sighs. “Get in, Cinta. No point in walking all the way there. Did you bring your rice crops?”
Cinta You sit in the back of the wagon for about 30 minutes in patient silence. You watch as the wagon passes by trees, bushes, and other plants. Eventually, you hear Caden yell out, “We’re here, Cinta. Time to get out.” When you jump out, you see buildings made of wood and stone all around you. The streets aren’t really bustling, as Deastok is a relatively small town. Caden walks over to a uniformed guard and you see him pay the guard a few silver. He approaches you and says, “He’ll be watching over all of this while we’re away.” He hops into the back of the wagon and picks out four crates. He gives you two, in a stack, to carry. He jumps down and lifts the other two crates. “We’re going just beyond these buildings, to the Bursar Plaza.” He leads you to the shops in the plaza and as you follow, an armored man bumps into you.
Exandria, created by the Matthew Mercer, was made popular by the web-series Critical Role in 2015. This world is made up of several continents, such as Tal’Dorei, Marquet, and Issylra. There is another continent, however, by the name of Wildemount. It is a place of political turmoil, war, and crime, among other things. The conflict between the Dwendalian Empire and the Kryn Dynasty are are actively at war. The Clovis Concord on the west coast continue their struggles against the pirates of the Revelry. Unbeknownst to common folk, there are rumors of a mysterious power rising in the north.
Almost 5 years after the forming of the team of adventurers known as the Mighty Nein, the makings of a new story begins. On a hill just north of the Cyrengreen Forest is a small town called Deastok. It is here that we take a closer look to learn about the tale of five people and how their destinies came together.
Near the end of the year 839 P.D., the history books mark one fateful day: the 29th of Cuersaar. The sun rises over Wildemount, bringing light to the farmlands around Deastok, over the town’s stone wall, and through the holes of a giant metal gate. The light shines over a very large and very old, yet well-maintained building. A seemingly ancient man is sitting in his office, which is now illuminated by the rays of sunlight shining through windows.
An unexpectedly energetic “Come in!” can be heard by anyone standing outside the office. The door’s handle leans downward and is slowly pushed open, creating a squeaking that could irritate anyone. Not him, however. The old man stands up out of his seat to greet a visitor. The guest is a middle age, fair-skinned human with black hair and gray eyes. He wears an armor made of linked chains, and has one easily throwable handaxe at each of his sides. The handle of a longsword reaches over his shoulder, and its blade is covered by a shield. To his visitor, the old man says with a bit of arrogance, “The guards told me you would be here. They would, of course, because I am Taryon, the esteemed leader of the Darrington Brigade. Now, what can I do for you?”
Leon gives the old man a nod of respect, his gray eyes taking in the room with a brief sweep, then returning to the man again.
"It has been rumored that one of your teams has come into possession of a rare tome." he says without any preamble. "This particular tome was written by the ancient loremaster Shielen Ravsuf, and is said to hold a historical account of these lands, from a viewpoint I believe would be quite interesting."
Taryon leans towards you, with his hands on the table. He squints his eyes and appears to be inspecting you. “And what viewpoint would that be?”
"Having not read any of his works, I cannot say." Leon says with a shrug. "All I have to go on is scraps gathered, but nothing that says who or what the author actually was. Rumors and speculation says the viewpoint is different, that is all I really know about it."
Taryon sits back down with a huff. He reaches for a quill, dips it in a small pot of ink, and holds it over parchment. He looks up at you. With a hint of impatience in his voice, he asks “What is your name?”
"My name is Leon Storm." Leon says with a nod, standing at ease.
He quickly writes your name down on parchment, then looks back at you. “And...do you have any place to stay in Deastok?”
"I came here first off." Leon says with a shake of his head. "I was planning on finding lodging once I had spoken to you."
Taryon rubs his chin for a moment, thinking out loud with a “Hmm..” He looks up at you, his eyes scanning your appearance again. He looks back down at the parchment and quickly scribbles something under your name. “The Shady Bough is just south of the estate—finest inn in Deastok. Should be able to accommodate someone like you for a few days.”
"Very well." Leon agrees. "Will you let me know if you find out anything about the tome I mentioned?"
Taryon nods. “I’ll have to look at this tome myself first, but if its harmless...I’ll send for you.” He makes a waving motion, shooing you out of his office. Leon leaves Taryon Darrington’s office as the five fates begin to reveal themselves one by one.
The next person we will be looking at is also human, but not in Deastok. About 3 miles east from the town’s walls is a young woman with smooth dark skin and even darker hair tied up on top of her head. She is tending to a field, picking the crops while they’re ripe and in perfect picking condition. A man yells out to her, “Hey! Girl!” You walk to the man with a basket in your hand, full of ears of corn. The man appears to be about 50 or so years old. His hair is a mix of gray and brown with faint streaks of white. He’s wearing overalls and he appears to be just a bit on the overweight side. “My boy’s going inside Deastok to sell some things. You’re going with him. See how much you can make off that crappy rice you’ve been holding on to, will ya?”
Cinta snapped immediately into a low bow, " Jawohl, Herr!"
Her eyes darted about for the younger man, " On my way."
She scurried back and headed off in the younger mans direction, brushing dirt from her skirts and hands...
Cinta
In a couple of minutes, youfind the man’s son, Caden, on a horse-drawn wagon, preparing to leave. He has brown hair and brown eyes, he’s a little taller than you, and he’s pretty thin compared to his father. You know Caden to be a few years older than you. Lindon—his older brother and the man’s eldest son—was killed 3 years ago on the frontlines of the war against Xhorhas. Caden stops the horses and looks at you with disdain. “Don’t tell me you’re coming with me...”
" On your Vaters orders, Herr.", she said ducking instinctively.
She did not mount the wagon but stood beside it ready to run along side it if not allowed to board.
The horses begin moving at his command. He watches for a moment as you walk beside the wagon. He looks at you annoyed, then sighs. “Get in, Cinta. No point in walking all the way there. Did you bring your rice crops?”
Climbing up she patted the satchels at her side.
Cinta
You climb on the wagon and see many small crates, full of items and crops to sell. What do you do during the travel?
Cinta sat silently taking in the view, it wasn't often she was able to travel.
She looked ahead for the walls of Deastok.
Cinta
You sit in the back of the wagon for about 30 minutes in patient silence. You watch as the wagon passes by trees, bushes, and other plants. Eventually, you hear Caden yell out, “We’re here, Cinta. Time to get out.” When you jump out, you see buildings made of wood and stone all around you. The streets aren’t really bustling, as Deastok is a relatively small town. Caden walks over to a uniformed guard and you see him pay the guard a few silver. He approaches you and says, “He’ll be watching over all of this while we’re away.” He hops into the back of the wagon and picks out four crates. He gives you two, in a stack, to carry. He jumps down and lifts the other two crates. “We’re going just beyond these buildings, to the Bursar Plaza.” He leads you to the shops in the plaza and as you follow, an armored man bumps into you.
Dexterity save, please.
Dex Saving Throw:16