Tilmamir
First Post
Randall acknowledges Elmer's question with a nod and 'hmmm' and sets about adjusting the gear he has brought along. While doing this he make it clear he has not forgotten the dwarfs question, rather he is contemplating the story…
- he stows his staff along his side and secures it so it will not interfere with riding but still be at hand.
- he also mounts the short-bow into his back, attaching it to thee quiver in its bracket.
A few minutes later, he settles in the saddle, tosses the cloak back a bit, and begins.
"Well, now. Let me see. I will give you my traditional family tree, as I notice that Honorable Gaithys has an ear pointed this way as well. [Gaithys nods slightly while still riding ahead of the pair]
On the ships from Eire were my kin Pádith, Beliolia, and Delolia Melikijur. Firstborn of this land was mother Vawen, healer. The mothers after her in my line were Elraraviel, Fóng, Pádith, Urádith, Eowólindë, Celéwien, Isuniel, Glonia, Eowaraviel, Eärithraniel, Hélindë, Isuniel, Elvuwien, Gundra, Rithrarith, Eowaraviel, Legádith, and Hiodia. My grandmother Uradien married Glélas Galanodel, and had two children. My mother, Unelindë, married Nadrielith Mermion and had two children that I know of. My sister Elvuwien and myself.
My youth was spent in the lush forests of our family, and on the green plains of the northern lands. Those lands were much different than you see now. You may know the Northern lands as a wasteland, but I remember them as alive, lush, and full of the land-song.
My grandmother was known as one of the best weavers of our clan. She can make fabric that dazzles the eyes in its richness or makes you near impossible to see hidden under it. She is a gifted artist. My mother has not the fingers for that task, but can make salves and balms to heal body and soul. I owe much of my healing skills to her. My youth included many year wandering in the woods, looking for her stands of ingredients: leaves and bark, fruit, mints, grasses, nettles and briars, minerals and gems.
When I was beginning my training, around 55 years old, we began to feel the change in the land. The evil we always felt in the back of our minds, and our masters said was present long before, began to make itself visible in the land. As our people needed scouts, and several of my kin were trained in that art, I followed that training for a while. Many a year did I walk, investigate reports of desolation, and report to our leaders the advancement of the blight.
Finally, the blight took our trees, and the animals, and finally the means of my kin to survive in that land. We, as a race, moved south below the barrier mountains. As I was passing through Bastion, I found I could not leave the land to it's peril. I joined with the human armies and continued scouting, and basically holding the barrier of the blight to the north. Finally, as most people know, the battle of Bastion turned the tide against the lizard-men. I was one of the chosen to stay and destroy the armies of the lizard in Bastion.
As the fortress was exploding, we were in the tunnels making our way out. We were caught in the blast and dropped deep into the mountain. In the caverns below, we encountered a beast that turned my party into stone. What happened from then until I was restored I have no memory. What I know is that just over four hundred years passed.
In this last two years since waking, I have been involved in some minor events of the world. One such adventure brought me to Alderweg, where my companions and I raised the keep from its protected sleep, and even now are trying to maintain a peaceful place for a town to grow. It is true enough that a town calls my two companions and I 'lords,' and the former owner of the keep has agreed to our holding that title. Thus, the flowery introduction by Epaphrosas as Earl of Alderweg.
On another adventure, my companions and I found ourselves far away facing a black dragon, [quietly] two in fact. [again louder] We did indeed kill the dragons, and as part of our bargain, received possession of a Holy Tree of Eire seedling. Considering the company here, many probably know of its effectiveness as a talisman, and its special powers as part of the powerful ley-magic of this land. Of course, there is a very large dragon in the land of Greyblade right now. My family's land before him - oh the thought! I have seen the dragon with my own eyes and quaked. So again, killer of a dragon I may be, it still is shameful to know I ran when I faced another."
As the party travels, Randall talks of his many minor adventures as an adolescent: mostly funny tales like seeing an eagle take a branch out of the river, thinking it was a fish, and planting itself at full speed headfirst into the river.
He also asks Elmer "so tell me about yourself."
- he stows his staff along his side and secures it so it will not interfere with riding but still be at hand.
- he also mounts the short-bow into his back, attaching it to thee quiver in its bracket.
A few minutes later, he settles in the saddle, tosses the cloak back a bit, and begins.
"Well, now. Let me see. I will give you my traditional family tree, as I notice that Honorable Gaithys has an ear pointed this way as well. [Gaithys nods slightly while still riding ahead of the pair]
On the ships from Eire were my kin Pádith, Beliolia, and Delolia Melikijur. Firstborn of this land was mother Vawen, healer. The mothers after her in my line were Elraraviel, Fóng, Pádith, Urádith, Eowólindë, Celéwien, Isuniel, Glonia, Eowaraviel, Eärithraniel, Hélindë, Isuniel, Elvuwien, Gundra, Rithrarith, Eowaraviel, Legádith, and Hiodia. My grandmother Uradien married Glélas Galanodel, and had two children. My mother, Unelindë, married Nadrielith Mermion and had two children that I know of. My sister Elvuwien and myself.
My youth was spent in the lush forests of our family, and on the green plains of the northern lands. Those lands were much different than you see now. You may know the Northern lands as a wasteland, but I remember them as alive, lush, and full of the land-song.
My grandmother was known as one of the best weavers of our clan. She can make fabric that dazzles the eyes in its richness or makes you near impossible to see hidden under it. She is a gifted artist. My mother has not the fingers for that task, but can make salves and balms to heal body and soul. I owe much of my healing skills to her. My youth included many year wandering in the woods, looking for her stands of ingredients: leaves and bark, fruit, mints, grasses, nettles and briars, minerals and gems.
When I was beginning my training, around 55 years old, we began to feel the change in the land. The evil we always felt in the back of our minds, and our masters said was present long before, began to make itself visible in the land. As our people needed scouts, and several of my kin were trained in that art, I followed that training for a while. Many a year did I walk, investigate reports of desolation, and report to our leaders the advancement of the blight.
Finally, the blight took our trees, and the animals, and finally the means of my kin to survive in that land. We, as a race, moved south below the barrier mountains. As I was passing through Bastion, I found I could not leave the land to it's peril. I joined with the human armies and continued scouting, and basically holding the barrier of the blight to the north. Finally, as most people know, the battle of Bastion turned the tide against the lizard-men. I was one of the chosen to stay and destroy the armies of the lizard in Bastion.
As the fortress was exploding, we were in the tunnels making our way out. We were caught in the blast and dropped deep into the mountain. In the caverns below, we encountered a beast that turned my party into stone. What happened from then until I was restored I have no memory. What I know is that just over four hundred years passed.
In this last two years since waking, I have been involved in some minor events of the world. One such adventure brought me to Alderweg, where my companions and I raised the keep from its protected sleep, and even now are trying to maintain a peaceful place for a town to grow. It is true enough that a town calls my two companions and I 'lords,' and the former owner of the keep has agreed to our holding that title. Thus, the flowery introduction by Epaphrosas as Earl of Alderweg.
On another adventure, my companions and I found ourselves far away facing a black dragon, [quietly] two in fact. [again louder] We did indeed kill the dragons, and as part of our bargain, received possession of a Holy Tree of Eire seedling. Considering the company here, many probably know of its effectiveness as a talisman, and its special powers as part of the powerful ley-magic of this land. Of course, there is a very large dragon in the land of Greyblade right now. My family's land before him - oh the thought! I have seen the dragon with my own eyes and quaked. So again, killer of a dragon I may be, it still is shameful to know I ran when I faced another."
As the party travels, Randall talks of his many minor adventures as an adolescent: mostly funny tales like seeing an eagle take a branch out of the river, thinking it was a fish, and planting itself at full speed headfirst into the river.
He also asks Elmer "so tell me about yourself."
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