#raslun

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Hard at work on segments of the world map!

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Judgment: So I'm now totally blind? Do I develop Echo location?

DM: you're riding your horse, clicking trying to use echo location.

Judgment: can I roll?

*Rolls Nat 20*

DM: the sound reverberates back instantly, you see a big black section. And some town scenes in your periferal vision. You are almost immediately smacked in the face by a shop sign.

Dirra: ROLL FOR CONCUSSION!!!

*rolls 11*

DM: You bruise your forehead and have a slight head ache now.

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The Traveler

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A humble old man steps into the center of the market square and looks around at the multitude of stalls that line it.

The bottom of his cloak was damp and long faded from his journey, and his bones ached as the frigid winter air bit his fingers and the frost nipped at his heels.

A young boy sits shivering; cold and alone, crying at the entrance of an alleyway, his hands extended, begging for help he will never receive.

The old man approaches him and asks the youth's name.

"My name is Dmitry sir... Please, I haven't eaten in days; I'm cold and have nowhere to go."

The tears roll down his dirt smudged cheeks; his body quivering as a dry, wheezing cough escapes his small frame.

The old man leans down and procures a single slice of bread; the childs eyes light up at the sight and he reaches out for it.

The old man pulls the slice away from the boys grasp, and responds gently.

"Now listen carefully child... You are in quite the predicament, but you have a very important choice to make. You may eat this slice of bread and take comfort in the hospitality I have given you today..."

The young boy looks up and answers quizically, "Or...?"

"You may feed this to beauty and take comfort in the fact that you have changed the world forever."

With this, the old man turns and walks away from the boy; leaving the slice of bread, and disappearing into the crowd.

The boy sits; holding the slice of bread, and contemplating his choice while staring at a stall full of roses.

His stomach churns and groans until finally, his decision is made.

He lifts the slice of bread to his mouth and smells the sweetness of the flour. He feels the softness of it against his fingertips. His mouth waters as he thinks of the flavor.

The boy then stands and walks towards the lake on the outskirts of town; the skies gray and heavy with clouds as he travels.

The boy approaches the waters edge and begins to cry. He covers his face with his arm and wipes away the tears as snow begins to fall upon his ragged blond hair.

As his arm falls back to his side, a large black swan spreads its wings nearby and calmly approaches him.

The boy, fatigued by hunger and worn by the chilled breeze, begins to rip the bread apart and toss the pieces towards the swan.

A soft sigh leaves his weakened body and he slumps to the ground, as he begins to sob. His cries are interrupted by a soft and gentle voice; that of a gray haired woman.

"Are you alright child...?", the voice lingers on the boys ears like a soothing lullaby.

He lifts his head and looks at the woman, whose wrinkled face and eyes shined with kindness and generosity.

The woman takes note of the boys tattered clothes, unkempt hair, and exhausted movement.

"By the Gods... Are you out here all alone...?", the angelic tones escaping her lips comforted the boy, who nods and wipes his running nose.

The woman lifts him to his feet and gently takes his hand in her own, and begins to lead him away from the lake, as the swan spreads its wings once more.

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Remorhaz, the Glacial Gorger

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Long have my people walked upon this frozen land. Forever have we survived the icy winter that once again encroaches. Harsh though the blizzard may be, we live on.

 We are not alone in this.

 "Tread softly little Vesdruyin,

upon the fresh laid snow;

softer little foot-steps now,

upon the pale white glow.

 Underneath the earth does shake,

the sunset overhead;

be still little ice-borne child,

don't move from your bed.

 The blizzard rages ever on,

the frost nips at your face;

Remorhaz approaches now,

to have a little taste.

 So my child stay inside,

don't go out alone;

lest you vanish to the ice,

and never make it home."

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Jamna Gleamsilver, Friend or Foe?

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---WANTED---

FEMALE HALFLING JAMNA GLEAMSILVER

Under rule of your local authority one FEMALE HALFLING

JAMNA GLEAMSILVER is under a DO NOT APPROACH order.

CRIMINAL IS BELIEVED TO BE ARMED AND DANGEROUS.

For the crimes committed hereby, involving,

but not limited to;

GENERAL MISCONDUCT, THEFT, FENCING OF STOLEN GOODS

DOMESTIC DISTURBANCES OF NUMEROUS REPORT, THEFT,

THE BREAKING AND ENTERING OF A LOCAL STOREHOUSE,

THE DEFACING OF A LOCAL RELIGIOUS STATUETTE,

DISRESPECT OF THE LOCAL WATER SUPPLY, REPORTED

PICK-POCKETING, BREAKING AND ENTERING THE

RESIDENCE OF A RESPECTED NOBLE, UNMENTIONABLES

DONE TO SAID NOBLE, ESCAPING ARREST, THEFT,

MAKING ILL LOCAL LIVESTOCK, HIGH TREASON, MULTITUDES

OF CHEAP GIMMICKS AND PRANKS PERFORMED AT THE

EXPENSE OF LOCAL CITIZENS, BURGLARY, THE KIDNAPPING OF

LAST YEARS PRIZED WINNING CHICKEN 'SIR CLUCKENS',

THE RETURN OF SAID CHICKEN ALL HIND FEATHERS

REMOVED AND PAINTED BRIGHT PINK, THE CRAFT AND SALE

OF FAKE 'ANTIQUES', THEFT, BURGLARY, ARSON, BATTERY,

PROPERTY DAMAGE, MULTIPLE COUNTS OF RESISTING ARREST,

POSSIBLE AFFILIATION WITH BLACK NETWORK/AVIS OPERATIVES,

PUBLIC INDECENCY, BURGLARY, INNAPPROPRIATE CONDUCT

IN A PUBLIC SPACE, PUBLIC INTOXICATION, VANDALIZATION

OF PRIVATE PROPERTY, THEFT OF A LAWN ORNAMENT FOR

USE IN A PRACTICAL JOKE, BURGLARY, DRUNKEN MISCONDUCT,

SWITCHING ROADSIGNS IN AN ATTEMPT TO WAYLAY TRAVELERS

AND LOCAL MERCHANTS, 'PANTSING' LOCAL LIVESTOCK,

IMPERSONATION OF A PROMINENT COURT FIGUREHEAD, THEFT,

COW TIPPING (WE HONESTLY AREN'T EVEN SURE QUITE HOW

SHE MANAGED THIS; THOUGH WE SUSPECT AN ACCOMPLICE),

AND THE REPORTED THEFT OF ONE (YES, ONE) GOLDEN HORSESHOE

FROM THE BARONS PRIZE WINNING RACE HORSE 'GOLD-RUNNER'.

Should you know the location of one

FEMALE HALFLING JAMNA GLEAMSILVER

you may report her known residence to

your local authorities.

ANY INFORMATION RESULTING IN THE CAPTURE

OF THIS KNOWN CRIMINAL WILL BE TAKEN AS A

GESTURE OF GOOD WILL BY YOUR LOCAL BARONY AND

WILL BE REWARDED WITH PAYMENT IN GOOD FAITH.

Your local authority reminds you, one FEMALE HALFLING

JAMNA GLEAMSILVER is under a DO NOT APPROACH order.

CRIMINAL IS BELIEVED TO BE ARMED AND DANGEROUS.

*In small fine cursive written at the very bottom of this poster are the words

'Ha! As IF. F*cking wankers!'

written parallel to a bright pink smiley face.

Just beneath is a small unidentifiable red stamp that reads

'FRIEND OR FOE?'

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Gethalt, Hunter of Nightmares

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The bag of gold spilled forth onto the table after the throw, and the coins glinted in the dim light dancing through-out the establishment.

"This is the entire payment then?"

The humble merchant slowly nodded his head as he thumbed the last two coins hiding away in the darkness of his pocket.

The hooded figure sitting at the table lifts his gaze from the pile of coins placed before him, and his chiseled features and icy-steel eyes peer out from beneath the hood; the runic inscriptions etched upon his cheek glowing the faintest blue.

"And you are sure you understand the consequences?"

Again, the merchant nods his head; his lips staying still, as to not release his secret. The figure begins to stand, and collects the small mound of gold littered across the table before him.

"Then consider our deal made. Now leave me hume. The task will be completed by light of the next full moon.”

The merchant turns and exits the bar; walking past a large bulletin board containing a WANTED poster for some criminal or another.

He knew that this 'Hunter of Nightmares' was good. Perytons, banshees, witches, and the undead were all rumoured to fall before his blade, the same as any other.

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Ahmna Slair, Officiate of the Order

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The sun shone off Officiate Slairs golden armor, as her hand fell upon the hilt of her blade.

"Execute them all."

A peasant breaks free of the guard holding him still and moments later falls to the ground, an arrow through his back.  Officiate Slair throws the bow to the ground in an almost calm manner.

"I will ask this of you only one more time."

The children caught in the blockade are crying out in fear as the commoners attempt to shield their eyes from the carnage that previously ensued.

An older man steps forward from the crowd and stands before the cowering civilians.

"Please, why are you doing this to us? We've done nothing wrong to deser---“

"You have done everything to be deserving of this investigation. I might remind you -Elder Morrs, is it?- that harboring a fugitive is high treason and punishable by death. Or perhaps you desire a worse fate."

"I assure you, the person you seek is not here."

"Funny thing, the word here Elder Morrs. I hear from a rather pretty little lark that this person was just seen talking to you less than a ten-day ago, and shortly after reciting to me this song, I caught the poor little thing trying to fly away. Now if I am not mistaken, I heard this song-bird correctly; but I could always be mistaken. Do you know what happens when a lark sings a lie *Elder* Morrs? Are you aware of what we do to disobedient animals that attempt to flee in the face of justice?"

"You wouldn't dare..."

"Oh yes, I rather would, you see; When an animal you are attempting to keep in check is disobedient, it must be punished. When training a bird from it's first breathing moments you must watch carefully for the first signs of flight- if you don't it will simply flutter away; leaving you with nothing in return for all the time and energy. I believe it is far easier to clip its wings and ensure that the training is permanent before allowing it to wander."

The village Elder's jaw clenched and his heart beat ever faster as the golden-clad woman drew her sword; its blade glinting as spears of sunlight lay upon it.

"And should even this fail to quell the birds curiosity? Then it only stands to reason that the lark, no matter how elegant or beautiful its song, must be silenced."