"Aye, I grew up with Red in the forest, just the two of us, fer most of my life. I only moved into that shack less than a year ago. The 'shack' was actually the shed of the farmer that lives just outside the town. He let me live there when he saw that we didn't have a house. He taught me Common, and the basics of humanoid society."
"Ah, I see," says Norr, looking quite abashed at his assumptions.
Not to be deterred, however, he launches into his next line of inquiry, with glee.
"And who is Red? A lifelong friend and a life's true love, perhaps? I imagine a delightful, auburn-colored Tabaxan, a friend and foe by turn, like all great romances, but always there when your back's up against the wall. What has happened to separate you and her, and send you on this quest? Do you mean to win her heart again? Or, perhaps, save her from a horrid and torrid poison that a rival suitor has used to subject her to abject enchantment?"
"...Red is a guy... and my brother."
Norr's eyebrows raise almost to his hair line. Hurriedly, he smoothes his expression. "I don't judge, my brothe-- my friend. I don't judge, my friend."
"Aye, I grew up with Red in the forest, just the two of us, fer most of my life. I only moved into that shack less than a year ago. The 'shack' was actually the shed of the farmer that lives just outside the town. He let me live there when he saw that we didn't have a house. He taught me Common, and the basics of humanoid society."
"Aye, I grew up with Red in the forest, just the two of us, fer most of my life. I only moved into that shack less than a year ago. The 'shack' was actually the shed of the farmer that lives just outside the town. He let me live there when he saw that we didn't have a house. He taught me Common, and the basics of humanoid society."
"Ah, I see," says Norr, looking quite abashed at his assumptions.
Not to be deterred, however, he launches into his next line of inquiry, with glee.
"And who is Red? A lifelong friend and a life's true love, perhaps? I imagine a delightful, auburn-colored Tabaxan, a friend and foe by turn, like all great romances, but always there when your back's up against the wall. What has happened to separate you and her, and send you on this quest? Do you mean to win her heart again? Or, perhaps, save her from a horrid and torrid poison that a rival suitor has used to subject her to abject enchantment?"
"...Red is a guy... and my brother."
Norr's eyebrows raise almost to his hair line. Hurriedly, he smoothes his expression. "I don't judge, my brothe-- my friend. I don't judge, my friend."
As the Slileigh Le Ulta rolls by, and they head toward the countryside, Norr taps Leo on the shoulder. "Don't forget our bet, Leo Pard-Not-McPard. If we spot quarry, we both take our shot, and the best bolt wins."
"...Aye, I don't want to waste my arrows if that makes sense, but while we're here, we did agree to give each other more info about ourselves,"
Norr reaches into his pack and gives Leo his 20 arrows. It's not like he has any use for them now that he has mutilated his bow. "Have mine," he says. "Let's save it for the camp fire. The wagon is for relaxing, walking and eating, that's the time for talking."
"Aye... well... thank ye!" he says putting the arrows in his quill. "By the way, what do ye mean by 'quary'?"
Norr looks up at the sky for a moment, eyebrows scrunched like he's consulting a mental search engine to make sure the word means what he thought it means. He says,
"Quarry, noun: an animal pursued by a hunter, hound, predatorymammal, or bird of prey. In a sentence, 'grouse are not an easy quarry for a hawk'."
"Ask me nothing of spoor, I leave that to your talented-looking nose."
"Aye, that makes sense, I was never a professional hunter. Sure, I hunted for a large chunk in my life, but not as a job. I never learned any of the terms."
"From where do you hail Master Pard? Were you always in your grand shack in the countryside of Slileigh le Ulta, or is this only a summer estate for yourself?"
Oh eh a query can also reference a question or surface mining.
you are a wellspring of information and a great musician.
"Forgive me if this is a faux pas, I have met few dwarves. Surface mining, is this a discipline of yours, Sir Silverstone? Is it a prospect worthy of prospecting for which we can celebrate our meeting on your birthday?"
"Though, I feel I must point out, Sir Silverstone, that an 'eh-a'query' is actually the officer in charge of a Lord's stables and horses."
Belly laugh, “Right you are there, right you are, my most knowledgeable concierge!”
Leo looks confused for a moment, he had only known them for a short amount of time, how on earth is their bond so strong already? Was it magic? This is starting to feel eerily similar to Red in this aspect. After a moment he shrugs it off and looks around the trail for "quarry"
As they leave the city behind, the usual fields turn to countryside. Norr attempts to keep an eye out for hares, pigeons, even muntjac. His attention does not turn quite where Norr intends however as he takes in the sights and sounds of a world heading from spring into summer. He quite tunes out of the conversation as he marvels at the greens, yellows and oranges of flowers and trees heading from bud to bloom. His wide eyes shine. “Splendiferous,” he whispers, “fantabulous.”
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Dolmek would like to ask Casrian about Glenbairn, “So this is where you are from? It sounds very beautiful. Do you come from a large family? The Silverstones have been a family rich from stone and metal. Ever since I was handed reigns however our estates have suffered. I am told by my loyal retainers that my enterprise is self sustaining for now, but there is much to do to recover our prosperity. Your song portrayed warriors, knights perhaps ‘Lilies’. I am a Stonelord myself in my family have been many of which I am the only one now. I have a great hope for you Casrian, when we get to New Basin, I’d like to have you consider an offer. Maybe share a drink.”
"Aye, I am from Glenbairn, and it is quite beautiful… or at least it was. It lies in the North, at the foot of the Bulwark Hills, where the Ravelja and Windleshod rivers meet in Lake Lyrithane, before they spill into the wetlands we call the Fenmoat that separates the Empire from the Rusa Dynasty in that narrow region. Until eight years ago, it was known for its exports of healing potions, raw iron, and skilled knights."
Casrian shows Dolmek his signet ring. It is silver with the image of three interwoven lillies upon it in delicate lines.
"Castle Glenbairn was built on an island in Lake Lyrithane that was covered in white lillies. My great-great-grandfather admired the flowers and transplanted them instead of destroying them. They look like purity, smell like heaven, and the healing potions created from their roots are exceptional."
He takes a drink of water and continues.
"I am the last of my line as well, Stonelord, though I confess it never was a very fruitful line, as these things sometimes go."
He holds out his rapier to show the elegant engravings on the hilt.
"The Lillies were knights sworn to my family. They had a proud history and were quite formidable."
Casrian shrugs and looks at Dolmek kindly.
"I would be glad to hear any offer you may have, even happier to do it over a drink, but - please - perhaps something other than firewater, yeah?"
After a pause.
"What is your estate called and where does it lie?"
For your history check, here is a tidbit ((everything is subject to the worldbuilding of the DM)):
The song "The Lillies of Glenbairn" comes from a battle nearly sixty years ago, when an alliance of neighboring lords threatened Casrian's grandfather, Lord Barrion. When the enemy came down from the hills to crush Glenbairn, the Lillies held off the assault for three days and three nights, thanks to the large supply of healing potions from their masterful alchemists.
On the fourth day, the enemy pressed forward again. Lord Barrion rallied the Lillies for a final defense, but at that moment a command boomed across Lyrithane. It was the thaumaturgic voice of the Kejsare ordering a charge, with six thousand Santokan Legionnaires bearing down behind the enemy. It was a rout. The enemy lords were forced into the Fenmoat and thus came to ruin.
You would understand that the aftermath of this battle solidified the loyalty of Glenbairn to the Kejsare, but many noble families felt the Kejsare should have let the affair play out. Lord Barrion, his son Lord Dyrus, and his grandson Lord Casrian were rarely invited to the estates of other families. The lords of Glenbairn did not seem to mind.
However, there have been many unsavory rumors about Glenbairn and its fall from grace with the Kejsare. Something about a traitorous plot, or an abuse of the Kejsare's favor, or wanton hedonism. None of the stories agree, but the result was the ruin of that house.
The Howling Steps is a place of deep gorges and sunrise colors.The red gold yellow orange even purple stone is beautiful.When our ancestors first arrived they discovered goblinoids unlike any they had ever encountered before.They lived in stone and mud adobes.They were however in constant threat from the warring gnoll tribes, from which the land derived its name.We helped the goblinoids defend against the gnolls.We learned and taught each other how to thrive.We adapted our mining to a surface operation finding precious metals and minerals in abundance.We continued our Creators missive to ascend to the sky, some said the surface was enough but the Silverstone’s began a generations long project to create a Cloud Tower the base of this tower is currently our keep.My lineage has had many blessed, as am I, to be a Stonelord.We believe this is a sign to continue our work.
Lord Brazen and Lady Argon my parents, my three uncles Tintin Antiox Chrome and a near aunt Warble, were the noble house of Silverstone.My father’s death and mother’s psychosis along with my uncles disagreements have nearly ruined us.Many of our clients and our loyal workers have chosen this time to abandon our cause.My uncles have graciously awarded me retainers and arranged that our work would not simply end, yet what do I know about advancing a barony.My mother and father are gone my uncles have left.I am what is left.Though I am blessed, my aunt Warble and my advisor Chandle have consorted with spirits and stones.They tell me that the events of my birth have rendered me unable to have children of my own.
Leo looks confused for a moment, he had only known them for a short amount of time, how on earth is their bond so strong already? Was it magic? This is starting to feel eerily similar to Red in this aspect. After a moment he shrugs it off and looks around the trail for "quarry"
Perception: 15
If you wish to hunt, you need to make a survival check and I need to frantically search the DM's guide for the rules on hunting.
Leo looks confused for a moment, he had only known them for a short amount of time, how on earth is their bond so strong already? Was it magic? This is starting to feel eerily similar to Red in this aspect. After a moment he shrugs it off and looks around the trail for "quarry"
Perception: 15
If you wish to hunt, you need to make a survival check and I need to frantically search the DM's guide for the rules on hunting.
Survival; 25 (NAT 20!!!)
ooc, anyone wandering Leo's backstory, besides what's already mentioned, it is on the recruitment page.
Norr's eyebrows raise almost to his hair line. Hurriedly, he smoothes his expression. "I don't judge, my brothe-- my friend. I don't judge, my friend."
(Deception --> 2 + 6)
(OOC nah, that is Just how Leo naturally sounds,)
"...Did ye just almost call me yer brother?"
Belly laugh, “Right you are there, right you are, my most knowledgeable concierge!”
Norr turns from Leo to Dolmek and accepts the compliment (and the escape from an awkward situation) with a bow of his head, in complete sincerity.
Leo looks confused for a moment, he had only known them for a short amount of time, how on earth is their bond so strong already? Was it magic? This is starting to feel eerily similar to Red in this aspect. After a moment he shrugs it off and looks around the trail for "quarry"
Perception: 15
(Perception 2+3)
As they leave the city behind, the usual fields turn to countryside. Norr attempts to keep an eye out for hares, pigeons, even muntjac. His attention does not turn quite where Norr intends however as he takes in the sights and sounds of a world heading from spring into summer. He quite tunes out of the conversation as he marvels at the greens, yellows and oranges of flowers and trees heading from bud to bloom. His wide eyes shine. “Splendiferous,” he whispers, “fantabulous.”
Dolmek would like to ask Casrian about Glenbairn, “So this is where you are from? It sounds very beautiful. Do you come from a large family? The Silverstones have been a family rich from stone and metal. Ever since I was handed reigns however our estates have suffered. I am told by my loyal retainers that my enterprise is self sustaining for now, but there is much to do to recover our prosperity. Your song portrayed warriors, knights perhaps ‘Lilies’. I am a Stonelord myself in my family have been many of which I am the only one now. I have a great hope for you Casrian, when we get to New Basin, I’d like to have you consider an offer. Maybe share a drink.”
Glenbairn history 6
Reported the bot of course.
((There's always one or two hustlers that plague the gates of any town or city.))
(DM, you there?)
"Aye, I am from Glenbairn, and it is quite beautiful… or at least it was. It lies in the North, at the foot of the Bulwark Hills, where the Ravelja and Windleshod rivers meet in Lake Lyrithane, before they spill into the wetlands we call the Fenmoat that separates the Empire from the Rusa Dynasty in that narrow region. Until eight years ago, it was known for its exports of healing potions, raw iron, and skilled knights."
Casrian shows Dolmek his signet ring. It is silver with the image of three interwoven lillies upon it in delicate lines.
"Castle Glenbairn was built on an island in Lake Lyrithane that was covered in white lillies. My great-great-grandfather admired the flowers and transplanted them instead of destroying them. They look like purity, smell like heaven, and the healing potions created from their roots are exceptional."
He takes a drink of water and continues.
"I am the last of my line as well, Stonelord, though I confess it never was a very fruitful line, as these things sometimes go."
He holds out his rapier to show the elegant engravings on the hilt.
"The Lillies were knights sworn to my family. They had a proud history and were quite formidable."
Casrian shrugs and looks at Dolmek kindly.
"I would be glad to hear any offer you may have, even happier to do it over a drink, but - please - perhaps something other than firewater, yeah?"
After a pause.
"What is your estate called and where does it lie?"
For your history check, here is a tidbit ((everything is subject to the worldbuilding of the DM)):
The song "The Lillies of Glenbairn" comes from a battle nearly sixty years ago, when an alliance of neighboring lords threatened Casrian's grandfather, Lord Barrion. When the enemy came down from the hills to crush Glenbairn, the Lillies held off the assault for three days and three nights, thanks to the large supply of healing potions from their masterful alchemists.
On the fourth day, the enemy pressed forward again. Lord Barrion rallied the Lillies for a final defense, but at that moment a command boomed across Lyrithane. It was the thaumaturgic voice of the Kejsare ordering a charge, with six thousand Santokan Legionnaires bearing down behind the enemy. It was a rout. The enemy lords were forced into the Fenmoat and thus came to ruin.
You would understand that the aftermath of this battle solidified the loyalty of Glenbairn to the Kejsare, but many noble families felt the Kejsare should have let the affair play out. Lord Barrion, his son Lord Dyrus, and his grandson Lord Casrian were rarely invited to the estates of other families. The lords of Glenbairn did not seem to mind.
However, there have been many unsavory rumors about Glenbairn and its fall from grace with the Kejsare. Something about a traitorous plot, or an abuse of the Kejsare's favor, or wanton hedonism. None of the stories agree, but the result was the ruin of that house.
Dolmek Silverstone
The Howling Steps is a place of deep gorges and sunrise colors. The red gold yellow orange even purple stone is beautiful. When our ancestors first arrived they discovered goblinoids unlike any they had ever encountered before. They lived in stone and mud adobes. They were however in constant threat from the warring gnoll tribes, from which the land derived its name. We helped the goblinoids defend against the gnolls. We learned and taught each other how to thrive. We adapted our mining to a surface operation finding precious metals and minerals in abundance. We continued our Creators missive to ascend to the sky, some said the surface was enough but the Silverstone’s began a generations long project to create a Cloud Tower the base of this tower is currently our keep. My lineage has had many blessed, as am I, to be a Stonelord. We believe this is a sign to continue our work.
Lord Brazen and Lady Argon my parents, my three uncles Tintin Antiox Chrome and a near aunt Warble, were the noble house of Silverstone. My father’s death and mother’s psychosis along with my uncles disagreements have nearly ruined us. Many of our clients and our loyal workers have chosen this time to abandon our cause. My uncles have graciously awarded me retainers and arranged that our work would not simply end, yet what do I know about advancing a barony. My mother and father are gone my uncles have left. I am what is left. Though I am blessed, my aunt Warble and my advisor Chandle have consorted with spirits and stones. They tell me that the events of my birth have rendered me unable to have children of my own.
(OOC DM approval also)
I'm sorry about not posting for a while, something came up and I had to deal with it. I'm going to catch up now. Again, sorry.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
If you wish to hunt, you need to make a survival check and I need to frantically search the DM's guide for the rules on hunting.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Also, I'm okay with the backstory stuff.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
No worries. Hope you and everything on your end is ok.
I'm good.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Survival; 25 (NAT 20!!!)
ooc, anyone wandering Leo's backstory, besides what's already mentioned, it is on the recruitment page.
You find a young doe. You estimate that it weighs about 10 pounds. you could kill it if you wish(no check required)
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian