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<blockquote data-quote="spyscribe" data-source="post: 751783" data-attributes="member: 5808"><p><strong>Meet the PCs</strong></p><p></p><p>As the party trudges along the road to Dar Pykos (trudge trudge trudge), an interlude: </p><p></p><p>At the front of the column is Anvil, properly known as <strong>Anvil the Just</strong>. He walks at the front because that is where Kettenek's Justice can best be served. Unless it happens to be best found at the back, at which time he will move.</p><p></p><p>Anvil is in his mid-twenties and is most recognizable by his thick dark beard and the silver holy symbol of Kettenek hanging around his neck. Kettenek, when not demanding Justice, also rules the domains of Winter and Earth. At this moment, Anvil is explaining to <strong>Lira</strong> the benefits of becoming an acolyte of his temple once they return to Dar Pykos. Apparently, she looks like someone lacking direction in life.</p><p></p><p>"Umm... I'm sure all that's true, but Ehkt gave me a challenge first," she finally gets a chance to explain. Ehkt is a god whose domains include (among other things) Summer, Fire, and Chaos.</p><p></p><p>"What sort of challenge?" Anvil wants to know.</p><p></p><p>Lira stops to concentrate for a moment, and then fires a <em>Ray of Frost</em> into the trees above their heads. A bird squawks in protest.</p><p></p><p>"That sort of challenge."</p><p></p><p>On Lira's shoulder, her weasel familiar, <strong>Euro</strong>, bounces up and down excitedly, pausing only to whisper conspiratorially in her ear, "Yeah, you show 'em, Boss."</p><p></p><p>Anvil falls silent, perhaps unsure if Kettenek needs an acolyte who practices arcane arts.</p><p></p><p>Lira makes her escape while she can, and falls back until <strong>Reyu</strong>, the Elven Druid, dressed in leather as if she were still living among her own people in the forest, stops her.</p><p></p><p>"You could have hit that bird," she reproaches her.</p><p></p><p>Lira has the grace to blush, making her cheeks almost the same shade as her hair. "Sorry."</p><p></p><p>Lira and Reyu, are, by strange coincidence, exactly the same height and weight. One might mistake them for twins, if one were 50 yards off, blind drunk, and dumb as a post. </p><p></p><p>Aside from obvious species differences, Reyu has dark hair, which she wears with beaded braids in the traditional manner of her people. At a glance, another Elf, or one well-acquainted Elven customs, can know her name, tribe, and major accomplishments.</p><p></p><p>Reyu sighs to herself. She has been sent by the matriarch to learn more about the humans, under the theory that it is always wise to know a potential enemy. She has been among them now for less than a month and not only have they tried to arrest and enslave her for a crime she did not commit, but that act has paled against what she has seen them to do each other. If humans have not fallen in her estimation, it is only because they didn't have anywhere to go.</p><p></p><p><strong>Thatch</strong>, the party's front line, or to be more accurate, front point, whistles to himself as he walks beside his horse, <strong>Bob</strong>. Thatch tops six and half feet tall, weighs close to 300 pounds with his armor on, and carries a very effective, if slightly rusty, sword. He is also seventeen years old and fresh off the farm. The horse, Bob, also has the air of being more accustomed to drawing a plow than carrying his owner into battle. </p><p></p><p>The sword was Thatch's uncle's. His uncle was a great hero in The War. Admittedly, no one in the party is exactly sure which war that might be. Thatch is from a small city-state called Sirrus, south of the Darine Confederacy. Sirrus is most known for its poverty, which usually ensures that no one bothers to attack it. Thatch is sure that the conflict was great and important and that in it his uncle did great and mighty deeds. If others doubt, they usually look at the young Fighter and decide the point is not worth pressing.</p><p></p><p>Bringing up the rear of the procession is <strong>Hue</strong>. A grown man three feet tall with an unkempt beard and wild white hair. Hue is either a Gnome Wizard with a ferret familiar, or the Gnome familiar of a ferret Wizard. Really, the party isn't sure. When Lira introduced her weasel and asked him if his ferret had a name he replied: </p><p></p><p>"Oh, I don't know. Names are a very powerful thing, and he's not going to tell <em>me</em> his."</p><p></p><p>No one in the party has ever met anyone like Hue. Nor has anyone they have ever met. Nor has Hue himself. But, as Anvil once said, "He is skilled, and knows many things."</p><p></p><p>Hue's great passion is a monograph he is in the process of writing: 900 pages on the mating habits of squirrels. Even Reyu, with her love of the natural world and exhaustive knowledge of all its creatures, never desired to know that much about that particular topic.</p><p></p><p>And so, the day wears on. And the party continues walking towards Dar Pykos.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="spyscribe, post: 751783, member: 5808"] [b]Meet the PCs[/b] As the party trudges along the road to Dar Pykos (trudge trudge trudge), an interlude: At the front of the column is Anvil, properly known as [b]Anvil the Just[/b]. He walks at the front because that is where Kettenek's Justice can best be served. Unless it happens to be best found at the back, at which time he will move. Anvil is in his mid-twenties and is most recognizable by his thick dark beard and the silver holy symbol of Kettenek hanging around his neck. Kettenek, when not demanding Justice, also rules the domains of Winter and Earth. At this moment, Anvil is explaining to [b]Lira[/b] the benefits of becoming an acolyte of his temple once they return to Dar Pykos. Apparently, she looks like someone lacking direction in life. "Umm... I'm sure all that's true, but Ehkt gave me a challenge first," she finally gets a chance to explain. Ehkt is a god whose domains include (among other things) Summer, Fire, and Chaos. "What sort of challenge?" Anvil wants to know. Lira stops to concentrate for a moment, and then fires a [I]Ray of Frost[/I] into the trees above their heads. A bird squawks in protest. "That sort of challenge." On Lira's shoulder, her weasel familiar, [b]Euro[/b], bounces up and down excitedly, pausing only to whisper conspiratorially in her ear, "Yeah, you show 'em, Boss." Anvil falls silent, perhaps unsure if Kettenek needs an acolyte who practices arcane arts. Lira makes her escape while she can, and falls back until [b]Reyu[/b], the Elven Druid, dressed in leather as if she were still living among her own people in the forest, stops her. "You could have hit that bird," she reproaches her. Lira has the grace to blush, making her cheeks almost the same shade as her hair. "Sorry." Lira and Reyu, are, by strange coincidence, exactly the same height and weight. One might mistake them for twins, if one were 50 yards off, blind drunk, and dumb as a post. Aside from obvious species differences, Reyu has dark hair, which she wears with beaded braids in the traditional manner of her people. At a glance, another Elf, or one well-acquainted Elven customs, can know her name, tribe, and major accomplishments. Reyu sighs to herself. She has been sent by the matriarch to learn more about the humans, under the theory that it is always wise to know a potential enemy. She has been among them now for less than a month and not only have they tried to arrest and enslave her for a crime she did not commit, but that act has paled against what she has seen them to do each other. If humans have not fallen in her estimation, it is only because they didn't have anywhere to go. [b]Thatch[/b], the party's front line, or to be more accurate, front point, whistles to himself as he walks beside his horse, [b]Bob[/b]. Thatch tops six and half feet tall, weighs close to 300 pounds with his armor on, and carries a very effective, if slightly rusty, sword. He is also seventeen years old and fresh off the farm. The horse, Bob, also has the air of being more accustomed to drawing a plow than carrying his owner into battle. The sword was Thatch's uncle's. His uncle was a great hero in The War. Admittedly, no one in the party is exactly sure which war that might be. Thatch is from a small city-state called Sirrus, south of the Darine Confederacy. Sirrus is most known for its poverty, which usually ensures that no one bothers to attack it. Thatch is sure that the conflict was great and important and that in it his uncle did great and mighty deeds. If others doubt, they usually look at the young Fighter and decide the point is not worth pressing. Bringing up the rear of the procession is [b]Hue[/b]. A grown man three feet tall with an unkempt beard and wild white hair. Hue is either a Gnome Wizard with a ferret familiar, or the Gnome familiar of a ferret Wizard. Really, the party isn't sure. When Lira introduced her weasel and asked him if his ferret had a name he replied: "Oh, I don't know. Names are a very powerful thing, and he's not going to tell [I]me[/I] his." No one in the party has ever met anyone like Hue. Nor has anyone they have ever met. Nor has Hue himself. But, as Anvil once said, "He is skilled, and knows many things." Hue's great passion is a monograph he is in the process of writing: 900 pages on the mating habits of squirrels. Even Reyu, with her love of the natural world and exhaustive knowledge of all its creatures, never desired to know that much about that particular topic. And so, the day wears on. And the party continues walking towards Dar Pykos. [/QUOTE]
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