NarlethDrider
First Post
Fate. Coincidence. Destiny. Will. Mere words that scholars & philosophers quarrel about; words, they say, that guide the lives of humans & faen, of litorians & sibeccai, of giants & verrik.
The terrible dreams have deserted you for now, brief images of terrible deeds committed upon faen & human alike, visages of murder, slavery, & experimentation gleefully meted out by the terrible dramojh & their shadowy allies; visions of the past. A rune-like symbol in the palm of your left hand serves as a physical reminder of those terrible nights.
Fate? Coincidence? Destiny? Will?
Like many of your age, your youthful blood had set a desire within you to see the world & make your mark within it. Unlike many of your age, you sat out to do so. Your early travels have left their mark upon you, experience now aids you in your travels where youthfulness once led you upon foolhardy paths.
Along the ‘road’, you’ve made friends & enemies. Some even bear a mark similar to your own. Of your latest acquaintances, Jhor Thul has brought a new path of opportunity.
It was in the town of Shae-Flin (some 75 miles north of the Floating Woods) that you met the silver-haired one handed giant. It started as a simple offer of sharing a table in a crowded inn. As the late evening turned into night & food & wine was shared, Jhor, who gestured greatly with his right hand & left stump, told about you about his work. It was apparent that he had a passion for times ancient and long past. Jhor told you of one site that hinted that the ‘giants’ had lived upon the Diamond Throne lands many centuries before the vile beings, the dramojh, ever came to be. As the night wore on, he explained the he & several other ‘students of the past’ have formed a union of sorts to seek out ancient sites & gather what information such places had to offer, & as such places often seemed to be located in dangerous areas, this union was in need of able bodied men & women to provide protection for the scholars. Those who were employed would not only be provided with a monthly wage of 75 gold pieces, but would also have access to the knowledge gathered from the site. Furthermore, should they prove worthy & capable, they would become members of the union.
Employment
Your first job seems simple. The group is to drive a wagon filled with assorted gear & supplies to Thornwyrd, a ‘frontiers town’ that lies at the northern border of the Floating Woods where it comes against the Bitter Peaks. There, you are to meet a litorian by the name of Sheirran. She runs an inn/general goods store called the Flowing Rest. She will set up the group there as several ‘opportunities’ have arisen in the Floating Woods thanks to a surprising growth spurt of several areas within the woods. Jhor says he will visit Thornwyrd later after he tends to some local business.
The Present
The chilly air hints at an early autumn as the group approaches a ravine that the road leads down into. For the last thirty miles, forest growth has paralleled the dusty road. Thick grasses give way to tall trees some thirty yards on both sides of the road. So far, the trip has been without incident, one could almost say ‘boring’. With only an hour or so left of daylight & a little more than 20 miles left to Thornwyrd, the group is left with the options of making an early camp or pressing on…..
The terrible dreams have deserted you for now, brief images of terrible deeds committed upon faen & human alike, visages of murder, slavery, & experimentation gleefully meted out by the terrible dramojh & their shadowy allies; visions of the past. A rune-like symbol in the palm of your left hand serves as a physical reminder of those terrible nights.
Fate? Coincidence? Destiny? Will?
Like many of your age, your youthful blood had set a desire within you to see the world & make your mark within it. Unlike many of your age, you sat out to do so. Your early travels have left their mark upon you, experience now aids you in your travels where youthfulness once led you upon foolhardy paths.
Along the ‘road’, you’ve made friends & enemies. Some even bear a mark similar to your own. Of your latest acquaintances, Jhor Thul has brought a new path of opportunity.
It was in the town of Shae-Flin (some 75 miles north of the Floating Woods) that you met the silver-haired one handed giant. It started as a simple offer of sharing a table in a crowded inn. As the late evening turned into night & food & wine was shared, Jhor, who gestured greatly with his right hand & left stump, told about you about his work. It was apparent that he had a passion for times ancient and long past. Jhor told you of one site that hinted that the ‘giants’ had lived upon the Diamond Throne lands many centuries before the vile beings, the dramojh, ever came to be. As the night wore on, he explained the he & several other ‘students of the past’ have formed a union of sorts to seek out ancient sites & gather what information such places had to offer, & as such places often seemed to be located in dangerous areas, this union was in need of able bodied men & women to provide protection for the scholars. Those who were employed would not only be provided with a monthly wage of 75 gold pieces, but would also have access to the knowledge gathered from the site. Furthermore, should they prove worthy & capable, they would become members of the union.
Employment
Your first job seems simple. The group is to drive a wagon filled with assorted gear & supplies to Thornwyrd, a ‘frontiers town’ that lies at the northern border of the Floating Woods where it comes against the Bitter Peaks. There, you are to meet a litorian by the name of Sheirran. She runs an inn/general goods store called the Flowing Rest. She will set up the group there as several ‘opportunities’ have arisen in the Floating Woods thanks to a surprising growth spurt of several areas within the woods. Jhor says he will visit Thornwyrd later after he tends to some local business.
The Present
The chilly air hints at an early autumn as the group approaches a ravine that the road leads down into. For the last thirty miles, forest growth has paralleled the dusty road. Thick grasses give way to tall trees some thirty yards on both sides of the road. So far, the trip has been without incident, one could almost say ‘boring’. With only an hour or so left of daylight & a little more than 20 miles left to Thornwyrd, the group is left with the options of making an early camp or pressing on…..
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