Carnifex's Story Hour (Updated January 20th, "The Union")

[Carnifex]

Interrupted by the clatter Sebastion caused by tossing the amulet, followed by his outburst, Burl had to quickly tried to assuage his concerns.“Sebastion, you miss my point. The amulet would have used the dying life force of a dragon, not a person. Who could argue about using such a creature’s energy? Not I. Beside, I could very well be wrong in what I am saying. Mel could be more accurate.”

I keep forgetting myself with these people. Kale, Wyshira and Wolf understand that I mean them no harm. But these others haven’t been with me long enough. I must remember to not to speak out about my profession with just anyone. thought Burl.


"Why yes, he does carry the aroma of hay." Ebri spoke up in reply to Melisande's earlier statement, having just walked in to the breakfast table. She chose a hard roll from the basket of assorted baked goods without much interest. "That, at least, is a wholesome smell, quite welcome within city limits, I find." She cast her eyes across the assembled items on the table, lifting the vial of poison to view it closer in the light. "And certainly more wholesome than this." Turning it this way and that, she watched how the fluid moved, how the light refracted. She mused casually, "I wonder if it has an antidote...? I should like to study this, if no one has an objection."

Of the other items on the table, some were of considerable interest, though she was cautious about expressing too great an anticipation for them. For one thing, she had and preferred to have little means of carrying anything other than was necessary on her person. For another, the Immarian tenets she was supposed to profess precluded the accruing of large amounts of things. Mementos of journeys, small and of small value, were acceptable. And she wondered how she might choose the monk's items without casting doubt upon herself. Not that these others have a sophisticated understanding of such distinctions. And they have seen the way you do combat.

"I should very much be inclined to argue whether any being's life force should be used in such an item. A dragon is a great and terrible beast, but it is free in itself. Why should we have any right to chain its energy? How is that different from using that of a person? It seems to me the principle is the same, and such rationalizations merely justifications to increase one's own power at the expense of another creature..." She ended the comment with a raised eyebrow, but a not unfriendly smile. If they thought her prone to expressing unfavorable opinions, she might as well reinforce the notion of last night. And the discussion would distract from her personal appraisal of the items. And she was curious as to what they might say, she admitted. Philosophical discussion was something she had missed dearly since leaving the monastery.

As the others stared, she deferred quietly to Cord. "Elder brother, what of these things would you wish to have? I would not take something you would prefer to use, and might better use than me..." In response to Ebri's question, Cord replied, "I feel I could make good use of the straps, for certain..."

Wyshira had watched as Melisande and Burl put their heads together and babbled on about the enchantment process and necromantic energy. Burl was so completely absorbed in the discussion, eyes shining with professional fire, that he didn't even notice when Mel inadvertently insulted necromancers in general, evidently recalling the ones she'd known back home. Snot-nosed! Wyshira thought, snickering into her hand. No, Burl was nothing like that. And seeing him now, who would guess at his preoccupation with death. He spoke with passion and obvious intelligence about his theory, gesturing expressively, his features so full of...... of LIFE. Wyshira smiled to see him so.

But poor Sebastian! When he heard the word necromancy used in conjunction with the trinket he was admiring, he dropped the ruby amulet like it was a fire that burned him. Wyshira sympathized. She herself had been disgusted, even horrified, at Wolf's description of the Death's Heart powder, and had been dismayed at Burl's interest in the substance. Ebri made a good point about the rightness of using any being's life force in a magic item. It was not something that Wyshira had ever thought about, not having run into many magically enchanted items before. If necromantic energy was used to empower an item like the Dragon Amulet, did the process steal some of the creature's soul somehow, preventing it from reaching its appointed afterlife?

This line of thought somehow made the small pouch of brown-black powder even more repellent to Wyshira's sensibilities. She touched Burl lightly on the arm and whispered to him, "Don't take the Death's Heart powder, please!"

Burl was surprised by this sudden comment. “Why is everyone concerned about the draining of life force as an item is created. This happens when any item is created whether it is through necromancy or through a priestess’ god. When you eat bread, are you not drawing on the life force of the wheat? The wheat is no more and the energy created makes bread. What about when you eat a fish at your evening meal. Does that not draw upon the life force of the fish? The magical ring before us. When it was created, it drew upon abjuration energy of the creator. So it is with all magical items. Their abilities drain energy from someone or something. Life force has cease in order for mankind to continue. Necromancy just harnesses the life’s power earlier than other types of magic.You are my friends and companions. I would never think of using my powers on you to your detriment. You will have to trust me on this.”

Wolf raised an eyebrow at the bizarre conversation and reactions bouncing back and forth, but that was the extent of his emotional response to what he was hearing. "Interesting theories, but Ecurius did explain something of the nature of these things while he was divining their uses. I think Melisande's explanation is closer to the truth than Burl's. The amulet simply makes the wearer quite a bit tougher, by imbuing them with something of the nature of a dragon's tough flesh, but though doubtless it needed some interesting components in it to make, it's not necromantic. Transmutational, rather, I reckon. Besides, who would dare wear an amulet that was made with a bit of a dragon's soul? What do you think the reaction might be of any dragon who found out, eh? No, this ain't some sinister life-drainer. There's no-one's soul in there."

"As for the Death's Heart, I for one would rather our wizard was carrying something that could make his spells a bit nastier, rather than not, Wyshira. Lord Tarravus said it is made from the powdered heart of some undead guardian - sepulchural lurker or something, not a beast I've ever come across. That is all it is. I'm sure our patron would have mentioned any possible dangers if they existed. I've had enough run-ins with arcanists over my years that I believe him on this." At least Wolf seemed confident of this fact.

Wyshira glared suspiciously at Wolf; she hadn't expected her whispered comment to Burl to be overheard by anyone. To Burl she said, "A magical item made by a priestess of Ishrak is imbued with the power of the goddess, but only if the Storm Lady wills it. The creation of the item does not 'drain her life force', at least, not in any significant way, and certainly not against her will.

"I don't pretend to understand the arcane arts, and would not debate with you about any of it anyway. I just..." she glanced over at Wolf again, almost apologetically. "Well, the Death's Heart powder feels wrong to me; I don't care what it does for our wizard. 'Made from the heart of an undead guardian'......." Wyshira shuddered. "But you will do as you must, of course," she went on, her shoulders stiffening slightly and her tone of voice taking on a more formal note. But just when Burl thought that she might really be upset by the whole Death's Heart powder conversation, she added softly, "Burl, I do trust you. I know that you would never willingly harm any of us."

She set the prismatic javelin back down on the table, and stepped away from it. She would wait for Kale and Cord to make their claims before taking anything. And as for the gold, she would be content with whatever Wolf saw fit to pay her. "Well, if we are going to be leaving soon, I should start getting ready. Wolf, will we be stopping in town for rations and supplies before we go?

"I'll be in my room; just send someone to get me when it is time."

 

[Horacio]

Great update, as usual!

 

[Carnifex]

"When I eat fish, the fish is already dead..." Sebastion muttered, probably unheard, as the discussion continued. Nevertheless, the attraction of the amulet was far more obvious on the back of Wolf's words, though he was forced to wonder if the old mercenary was simply calming the waters with what they wanted to hear.

What didn't change, though, was the fact that Burl was a Necromancer. Who knew what strange rituals he was preparing - healing salves he'd been saying, but who were they to know? If they were healing salves, did they suck their power from somebody else that had had to die to provide it?

Avoiding the salves, under those circumstances, made taking the amulet seem a worthy exercise, and he returned to the red gem with a cautious step. With the gem and the sword he figured he'd done well from the deal as he stepped away - as much from Burl as from the Trove.

"Who here can use a bow?" he asked, desperate to move the conversation away from any more revelations about Burl's magical practices. "Those arrows could be well spread around..."

Kale held his tongue as the news of Burl's death magic filtered its way across the room. Early morning, spoils in a pile, new comnpanions, and a task soon to be underway... a chaotic mix of events that promised to be at the very least interesting. Factor in new party acquaintances, and the near future looked downright packed.

Hope we have enough time to loot the tower, Kale thought as he listened.

Suspicions began to alienate Burl from the others, and Kale wondered if it migh be warranted. The man seemed well-intended enough, but then the young mercenary knew what paved the road to hell. Still, so many traffiked with power beyong their understanding, even Ebri's contact and Melisande's magic, and Wyshira's trusted patron... even Wolf's connection to the barbarian god Fenris. Taking his lead from Wolf's inclusive attitude, Kale leaned toward cautious acceptance.

Besides, the mage was quite useful. "Burl," he said during a lull in the necromancy discussions. "You know a bit about magic, the alchemies... and you have a fancy for the gems." They were all skills or experience, not revelation of some kind of avarice. "Before we discuss the spoils any further, why don't you make an inventory? If we are all agreed, we can then portion the goods according to your best appraisal." In a mercenary band, it was a mistake to leave any doubt to who owned what, even considering what seemed to be good intentions on the parts of all.

Sebastion held up the dragon amulet for the second time. The red gem in its center did not glow like when he and Kaelos were consumed in Cancer's cruel fire magic. It was satisfying, to say the least, to see those fell enemies finally eliminated. "Sentimental value, that one," Kale said as he too fielded his interest in the amulet. "I prefer Kaelos' trinket to all the others. But it is the prize of the bunch. Sebastion, I would like to deal with portions of the rest, perhaps more potions or gold for yourself, as that stone could really round out my ensemble." He finished deadpan, his batting and shirtsleeves still brown and hinting of the charsmoke he could not scrub out.

Clutching at the chain of the gem, watching the light play across the facets as it slowly spun before him, Sebastion tried desperately to forget what he'd been told about how it worked.

He couldn't.

It was magical, deeply magical, and at first he'd thought his revulsion stemmed from its - possibly - being necromantic and steeped in the souls of dead creatures, Wolf's assurances notwithstanding.

Beyond that, having surmised that was not the case, he thought perhaps the simple fact that it was magical was a barrier, but the arrows intrigued him, and had he not already laid an as yet unchallenged claim to the sword he would have willingly put himself forward for the mace.

What it came down to, he realised finally, was him. The arrows, and their magic, changed themselves, and perhaps the target they struck, likewise the mace. The gem, though...

The gem, should he wear it, would change him. The magical nature would intertwine with his own, and who knew what that might do to him, in the end.

He tossed the gem, underarm, to Kale, and bent to look through the pickings for a scabbard for the blade.

"You take it. I'll pick up some armour on the way out of town." he muttered. For some reason, it didn't lessen the frown that creased his forehead.

 

[Carnifex]

Glad to get out of the arguments with the others, Burl took Kale’s advice and went about appraising the gems and other items which he had some knowledge. After making notes, Burl turned to the group, “This is the best estimate of the items as far as I can tell.”

Burl's quick estimate of the value of the silver and gems put the jewellry from the dragonkin at probably between one and two hundred pieces of gold; the box of gems from Cancer's desk, including many richly red-hued stones, at maybe one hundred and fifty; the box of lapis lazuli and sapphires from the seer, despite the small size of the individual stones, must be worth a significant amount and Burl could guess at at least five hundred pieces for it, if not more; and the silver bracers probably about two hundred and fifty.

Wolf watched the back-and-forth claims impassively, indicating he'd take the dragonkin's enchanted mace since no-one else seemed to have shown any liking for it. There wasn't much left now on the table to be split; the sheaf of arrows, some potions and the pistol. He pushed the sheaf in the direction of kale and Sebastion. "You two can both handle a bow, can't you? Might as well divide these up between you as you see fit." Then the mercenary picked up the pistol by the barrel and held it out in a general offer to those gathered. "Anyone want this? Fairly well-made pistol, we've got plenty of powder for it at least though we'll need more shot."

Smiling despite himself, Sebastion found himself eyeing the pistol with a careful gaze. He already had one, of course, though he'd not had the opportunity to use it yet. They weren't magical, he'd been assured - not that the prospect of magical missiles bothered him - but there was something... clean... about them. Without magic, without the dangerous associations that might go with the art, they could fling death a distance.

And they looked good, too.

"I have to look for shot for the other one," he reasoned, quietly, reaching for the pistol, "might as well make it the set."

Wolf nodded. "Now, we really should be off before too long, but some of you probably still have one or two things to attend to in the city. I propose me, Kale and Sebastion head in to pick up anything you want, because we can be done fairly quickly and sending in someone with unusual coloured skin would draw unneeded attention - no offence to you blue-hued ladies but it's the way things are."

No fair, thought Mel, but then when was being blue ever fair? She'd gone down into the stinking bowels of the city to help Kale scratch a certain dangerous itch of his, and no one had commanded her to stay out of sight then. Not when she was useful, oh no. Now she had her own business--catching up with Sandslipper and visiting the Temple of Naskha, though she could not have explained why this seemed important if anyone had asked--and Wolf was suddenly concerned about stirring up trouble with her hue.

The ring of protection, though its silver band and white gem looked pretty on her finger like the moon in a summer night sky, was little comfort. She had so much wanted to go down to Tarravus. She looked over at Wyshira for some support.

"No, you wanted men just go to town incognito without us to draw attention," she muttered with a long sigh. "Please check in on Sandslipper for me while you're in town. I'm very worried; she wasn't herself during the trip and she looked awful when we got here. And pick up some more acid for me from the alchemist's if you have time. You can take the gold from my share." She turned with a shrug to those who had volunteered, or been assigned, to confinement with her.

Burl, hearing the mention of heading into town, asked, “Wolf, do you think you should sell off these baubles or do you think it would be better to keep them in their more portable state? If we do sell them, might I suggest that if we are to divide the proceeds among us that we also set up a share or two for the betterment of the group. That way we could make purchases from this fund such as provisions or healing magics.”

A thought intruded into his mind, his familiar putting forwards its own idea. Food for me!

“Oh, by the way. If I give you a small list of items, would you please pick them up for me in town.” Burl proceeds to write a small list of some grains and other minor items, handing it to Wolf.

There, does that make you feel better Spike?

Melisande, still unhappy at the fact she couldn't head into town, looked over to the necromancer. "Well, Burl, it looks like I'll have time to help you brew up some more salve before we go. Then I hope to have a look at Lord Ecurius' library if he doesn't mind. Wyshira, will you join us?"

Kale looked to Sebastion as he picked up his second pistol. Good Gods, he thought with a smirk as he regarded the rural fighter. For some reason, he filed away the picture, as though for some reason, years and years from now, he would remember this as some sort of beginning. I was there...

It was a time for odd feelings, in any case. The amount of wealth and power piled before them, it was a bit intimidating to a young mercenary who not so long ago had dreamed of nothing more than a full purse and clean battle kit. Resting the amulet on his chest before diving the cold gold and jeweled item below his shirt, Kale felt an odd and deep power rush through him. Black swords and pistols and magic amulets... and insane enemies and fireballs and elder gods.

"Melisande has a point," Kale began, looking to the woman, wondering if she would be amazed for being listened to. Filtering through the pouting, Kale found a valid point in her comment- the three men were recognizable, even if not as much as blue girls, the men would need to be discreet.

"At the least, Sebation, you can conceal your pistols, and we'll scrounge a scabbard to hide that Carthagian blacksteel. " Oh, it was a beautiful kit the fighter had, odd two-blade sword and all. Kale didn't really envy him, however, the mercenary had his own tricks.

Wolf's new mace could also be disguised a bit- Kale never imgined he could reach infamy so quickly, but nonetheless, it felt already that teams of eyes were already on the looking for a certain mercenary band... and their bloody ridiculous suicidal hard-charging woman-charming young swingsword.

That's the spirit, Kale thought as he primed himself for deceit and deception. Quickly, he reviewed their options for disguise.

 

[Carnifex]

Wolf shook his head. "I never said we'd walk in toting dozens of shining weapons, Melisande." He drew a long-bladed hunting knife from his boot to show her and then sheathed it again. "Just the bare minimum for self defence; since, like you say, otherwise we'd hardly be inconspicuous either. I'm sorry, but your skin does make you stand out far more than another man in a crowd. But I'll see what I can do about getting you acid; anyone else want anything, just give us your lists."

"I think we're going to have to leave Sandslipper here; we can't take her with us if she's so ill she needs the attendance of physicians in the city, and I'm sure Ecurius will make sure she's looked after alright. As to the gems and jewellry I think we should perhaps sell them somewhere outside the capital. Until then, I'll carry them."

"Right. Let's be off."


Wyshira rolled her eyes at Wolf's 'blue-hued ladies' comment. She caught Melisande's look, and returned it with one of her own that said, "You'd better just get used to it. I have." She said nothing out loud however.

The truth was, she didn't really want to go with them this time anyway. She'd much rather spend her remaining time in Tarravus here in comfort at the Lord's estate. She would help Burl do what he needed to do, and chat with Melisande. Of course she'd worry about Kale and Wolf (and Sebastian too, although not quite as much). She might even later regret that she hadn't insisted on going along, especially if they were late getting back or something.

But you know, one can only stand being discounted and ignored for so long, and then..... well...... She shrugged mentally. They'll be fine, I'm sure.

Um, almost sure..... Already she could see the wheels turning in Kale's head, although he seemed to have quelled the blatent twinkle of mischief that usually shone in his eyes. Hopefully he was only working out ways for the three to stay unnoticed while they did their shopping. He had a flair for that sort of thing, she had to admit. When he wasn't rushing headlong into trouble.

Maybe she should insist, afterall.....

No. They don't need, or want, me with them. That's that!

"I could use some rations and a few extra waterskins for the trip," she answered Wolf's query. "We can never have enough healing potions, if you want to get some of those too.

"Just.... you know, be careful," she added, with a meaningful glance at Kale. Then she joined Burl and Mel on the way to the laboratory.

Sebastion nodded, reversing the blacksteel blade to check the edge, and eye the line of the cutting surface, checking it for nicks or abrasions for a moment as he listened to the conversation about him. Melisande spoke up, and though her voice was filled with sarcasm it was the sadness that he caught, as he looked up. Walking over, slowly, he held the sword at his side as he spoke quietly to her. "Listen, if you could get hold of a fair sized cloak and hood, you can come with me. No-one will be paying you that much attention with me to look at - being Huronese and all..."

Mel opened her mouth and closed it again. With her wide, startled eyes she hoped she didn't look too much like a fish, staring at Sebastion Cornell in amazement. Was he teasing her or did he really mean to bring her along? Why in heavens?

"What? A cloak? Yes, I could get a cloak. Wait, I'll--"

But then there was stern old Wolf not a few paces away (had he overheard?), and she realized that a heartbeat of hesitation could cost her this opportunity. In a blue flurry she rushed out of the common room and attempted to flag down a servant.

In the aftermath, Kale could only have opened his mouth slack, then closed it. Forgoing any action, then, the mercenary simply thought briefly on his slight disappointment that the sword swingers would not have a chance to go somewhere on their own. It wasn't as though the three had much in common. Wolf's trail-rough leather met Sebastion's pant and armor trimmed for riding. Kale himself seemed like a guy on any street. A street from some other world, of course, where simply walking down the street would warrant a chain shirt and a thick cloak.

But as it was, they all had a bit in common of the group, if only in the weight of hardwear they would have to lay down for this trip.

Uncertainty creased Kale's face, as he considered bringing the blue woman along. It was best for her to stay here... but he did not really care for playing it safe. And yet, unnecessary risks were just that, unnecessary. Well, Wolf could clean this one up, in any case. Unbinding his baked sword scabbard, Kale lay on the table his blade that had three times been immolated in fire, and thrust more times into any enemy of the time. It was no pleasure to leave the blade, but of course, Kale was far from unarmed.

Walking over to where Wolf stood, Kale worked his gear over, adjusting for a more 'benign' look. A dagger he made visible at his belt, if only to quell the questions, why an armored man would walk about unarmed. Not unarmed, of course, just discreet.

"I think I know just the place to find what you're looking for," Kale said to Sebastion after a moment. The mercenary regarded his hay-scented contemporary, wondering if he should be bent out because Sebation was ruining the 'guy's run to town'. How was he going to talk to the man with Melisande around? They never seem to function properly when together.

'Properly'. Kale marveled at himself, his mind tattering on like some court lady, upset at two guests using the entree fork for the salad. They fight well together, and not against each other. If the woman can stay hidden, she could certainly be help in a scuffle... provided, of course, her mouth didn't make things worse.

Smiling gently, Sebastion watched Melisande dash off, pleased that he'd at least managed to guage that decision correctly. Perhaps, while they were out, she'd let him buy her a pastry somewhere and they could sit and talk about something unimportant, something...

He stopped his train of thought abruptly as he realised Kale was staring at him with a strange look.

"What?" he asked, looking down at himself to see if he had his shirt untucked or something. "What is it?"

Kale inclined an eyebrow at Sebastion's question, just before realization. The fighter must have thought Kale was staring at him.

"Mm? Oh, nothing of import. So, to the city with us?" Kale said, knowing they would at least have to wait until Melisande returned before they could be on thier way.

Wolf did his usual minimum-exertion method of showing his doubt about what was being discussed - he raised an eyebrow quizzically. "I don't think you're going to have the time to go about concocting alchemical mixtures; we should only be a few hours at most. This is just a short trip to tie up any last minute business and acquire needed supplies, we're not going on a grand city tour or anything."

He looked exasperated as Melisande scurried off to get a cloak. "She's going to go into the city wearing a cloak and hood? Sure, it might conceal her face; but now the storm's lifted after last night it's fine sunshine out there. Wandering about all cloaked up is going to look odd." He gave a helpless snort. "Well, she can come if she wants, but it's not going to be an enthralling trip. I want to be done as soon as possible so we can make a good distance east before nightfall."

* * *

Wyshira followed Burl out the door of the cozy little guest sitting-room they'd occupied. She turned her head briefly to note Melisande's hurried exit right behind her. She saw that the blue sorceress had caught hold of a passing servant and was begging the use of a hooded cloak. So she's going to town afterall, the priestess mused. I guess that means that Ebri Zol will be going too....

Which of course meant that only she, Burl, and Cord would be remaining behind. She hadn't seen Cord yet this morning, but he seldom had any trouble finding her if there was something he needed.

She hoped that Burl wouldn't want to spend the whole time working in the lab. Not that she minded helping with the salves. As a matter of fact, the process was rather interesting, if completely different from the process her mother used to make potions. But the lab was definitely not her favorite spot in Lord Ecurius' dwelling. Wyshira thought she could still smell the bitter tang of some of the components they'd worked with the night before.

If the weather cleared and if there was time, maybe she could convince the necromancer to wander the gardens in search of healing herbs with her. Even better if the weather doesn't clear, she thought with a smile, although she doubted that Burl would agree with her. Too bad that Mel would not be staying with them. Wyshira thought it likely that the young woman would appreciate a rain-fresh garden almost as much as she would.

She was disappointed that she and Melisande would not have the chance to talk again. She had been collecting quite a store of questions for the sorceress. Why this interest in the Nephians and the Great Prophet? What was an Immarian cleric doing with a metallic talking skull? There were so many hints dropped about the other party's adventures on their way to Tarravus. Wyshira was just bursting with curiosity.

Burl had stopped at the door to the lab up ahead, and had turned back, waiting, watching her approach. She hurried to catch up.

As his touched the handle to the lab, Burl had second thoughts.

“Wyshira, when we worked on the salve last night, we weren’t rushed and still I almost ruined them. Today we are in a hurry to get to it and I’m getting a bad feeling about hurrying. What would you think if we didn’t work on it today?”

When she told Burl that she hadn’t wanted to work either, Burl asked, “Well, why don’t you lead the way and I’ll follow you.” Wyshira led the way out the door to the garden. Burl followed until he found a large rock to the left of the path which when he scrambled on it, he sat watching her. Wyshira made her way around the many beds occasionally bending and picking. When she did pick one, she would call out to Burl, “Look Burl, Orn leaves. If I brew these and then a person drinks of it, it will cure some diseases. A pity there isn’t more of it.” She continued calling more exotic names that Burl had never heard, “Vysok Tabak….Spider Leaf….Ashgar Nut” This went on for over an hour, Burl thoroughly enjoying watching her.

Finally she stopped before a berry bush growing next to a pond. Burl thought it had something to do with the pond, knowing her natural affinity for the water. However, it was the berry that had caught her eye.

“Burl come here and take a look at these berry.” Burl slid down the rock, hurrying to her side. Seeing her holding a hand full of small berries, Burl asked,

“What is it? It looks rather like a blue berry.”

Wyshira continued, “It does Burl, but if you look closely at the leaf, you will see this is a Borgin Berry. What makes this so different is that this berry is usually found growing on sea islands, but here it is. The berry is used as an anti paralyzation remedy. Oh well, it has been fun.”

Burl and Wyshira continued their walk.

* * *

Meanwhile, the rest of the party entered town to go about their business...

 

[Broccli_Head]

hey carnifex just wanted to give you a friendly bump to encourage you to get caught up!

 

[Carnifex]

Thanks!

Well I'm only 3 threads behind now, so I'm getting there

I'll be updating the House Rules thread with stuff for the Naskharite religion soon, probably followed with more Manipulator stuff

 

[Broccli_Head]

Thanks!

Well I'monly 3 threads behind now, so I'm getting there

I'll be updating the House Rules thread with stuff for the Naskharite religion soon, probably followed with more Manipulator stuff

And maps! right? I wanna see maps...

 

[Carnifex]

And maps! right? I wanna see maps...

If I can find someone capable and willing of doing maps, you will have maps Else it'll just be my bad pencil scrawlings on a blank sheet of paper

 

[Carnifex]

I've just posted two spells specific to the religion of Naskha up, Rainbow Robes and Naskha's Laughter. They can be found here:

http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?s=&postid=751538#post751538