Magecraze: Chronicles of Kraeon

Game Master Chingo Chaplo


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Male Human Soldier, HP: 25

Greatings, friends! I shall look forward to exploring this world with the lot of you!


Female Faelyn Druid 1

"Raputchin tells me not to trust the GM..."


Welcome aboard Ventus and Fionnuala.

I'd like to make/play an "origin story" with each of you for your characters to tie you even more to the world and maybe let you earn some experience, some additional starting gear and/or some other boon before the real game begins, mainly as I said to tie you even more to the world, to give your characters more meat, and let you "form" your characters a bit more and get to know them better before the main game begins.

How does that sound?


Female Faun 0 [ S9, A12, I11, W9 ] [ Health 9/9 | Damage 0 | Def 12 | Move 12 |Percep 12 (Shadowsight) ] [ Insanity: 0 | Corruption: 0 | Fortune: No | Status: Normal ]

Hello I have arrived!


Welcome Kejal :)


Oh Ventus, the hauberk has Armor Rating 2 and the lamellar has Armor Rating 3.

The handaxes deal 1d6 + 2 + Might slashing damage.


Female Faelyn Druid 1

Sounds good! Just explain how exactly you want that formatted and I'll be ready to go! ^_^'


I was thinking with spoilers. Like this:

Fionnuala:

Describe your character as she moves down a country road and approach the town of Wyddanwood in southeastern Dornbrack near the border to Aedania. She walks below the town sign which says Wyddanwood in Dornbrackan which hangs between two poles in the ground above the road.
What is she doing in Wyddanwood? Is she there to see someone? Is she merely traveling through? People are probably eyeing her suspiciously as they are wary of Faelyn. Does she enter the Yawning Wyrm, the large two-story inn and tavern with the red slate roof and the red yawning dragon on the tavern sign?

When we're done I'd like you to include it with your background/character bio on your character sheet.


Female Faelyn Druid 1

Sure. Go ahead and post whatever scenario you wish for Fio to be a part of, and I shall be eagerly awaiting to respond.


Fionnuala's Origin Story:

The cold Dranaath wind rustled the branches of the leaf-less trees and tore at Fionnuala's cloak as she walked down the country road towards the town in the dale before her. Looking at the quaint little town, the travel-weary faelyn imagined the warmth of a hearth and a nice warm meal being served to her, but then she thought about how the people had treated her in the last human town she had passed through, after her herbal mixture had failed to heal a dying woman, chasing her out of the town with pitchforks and hoes. Begone you wretched faelyn!

"Remember what happened last time Fio." Raputchin said. "Don't try to help anyone this time. Just get me something to eat. A chicken would be good. I tire of eating mice."

The odd duo passed below the wooden sign above the road reading Wyddanwood and soon after they passed the first house, a peasant giving them a wary glance.

"Look ma! A fox wearing human clothes and a giant snake!" A young boy said to his mother, the mother quickly pulling her child inside their house.

Fionualla and Raputchin soon reached the town square in the middle of town. There was a well, some booths, a stables, a smith, a tanner, a general store, and a large two-story building with a red slate roof and a big round sign hanging above the door, with a red dragon painted on it and bold yellow letters reading: The Yawning Wyrm in Dornbrackan. Fionualla could hear the sound of music and laughter coming from inside the Yawning Wyrm, and more importantly she could smell the food.



Ventus Candonius' Origin Story:

It had been a couple of weeks since Ventus had arrived with ship in the port city of Grymsharn in the northern barony of Dornbrack, after having left Talamandras and Thyrm behind.

Ventus and a dusin other Venteri had been hired by Reevys, a grey-furred faelyn with a black cavalier's hat with a white feather in it and a black raven on his shoulder who represented the mercenary company Drover's Dreadnoughts, about a month ago in Talamandras.

A large dark green carriage with the symbol of the Drover's Dreadnoughts, a black bull's head with a crossed black sword and axe below, had been waiting for them in Grymsharn, and taken them to Drover's Keep a few days journey north of Grymsharn.

Drover's Keep was a small walled keep with a barracks, a stables, a tavern called the Black Bull and a blacksmith, a large green banner with a black bull's head and crossed black sword and axe hanging above the gate.

There Ventus and the other new recruits had been introduced to Logarth Drover, the leader of the company, a dwerro (half-dwarf) with dark brown hair and beard wearing a dark green leather jacket.

Not much had happened in the first week. Just combat training and drinking at the Black Bull, meeting some of the other Drover's Dreadnoughts, but then they had been summoned to the keep and Logarth had given them their first mission. They were to travel to the town of Malgarav, where a werewolf had killed several people.

Reevys, the grey-furred faelyn was their captain for this mission. They were sitting inside the carriage. The inside of the carriage was a large lounge, a pocket dimension created by a specialist mage for a hefty sum of gold. "Who's up for game of Conquest?" Reevys asked.


Kejal's Origin Story:

"I am Raijinn. Welcome to Krovan's Creek." the brown-furred bhakiri said extending a warm smile and a large hand to Kejal.

Kejal was in a tavern, aptly named the Blazing Stone, as it was built around a large translucent rock with a magical flame inside of it. The Blazing Stone was a tavern and inn in the town of Krovan's Creek in northern Aedania, a town which was a relatively safe haven for mages and races with the Talent, as the town was run by Lady Dyria van Dorsen, a noblewoman who had deeply loved a renegade mage, a high-ranking member of the League of Free Mages who had been killed by magehunters.


Hi Everyone!


Rhasan's Origin Story:

"Rhasan. I'm sending you on a solo mission," Logarth, the dwerro with the dark brown hair and beard and dark green jacket said pointing a leather-gloved finger on the map laid out on the table in front of him. He was pointing at the city of Grymsharn.

"To Grymsharn. Now, this mission does not require a lot of men with arms and armor. No, it requires a particular set of skills. A set of skills that you happen to possess, Rhasan. A noble by the name of Lavros Devanas owes us a lot of money and even though he has been allowed to pay it back with a small amount each month, he has decided not to pay back the rest of the money he owes. I need you to go to Grymsharn, sneak into his manor, and take the 500 gold that he owes us right from his coffers."


Female Faelyn Druid 1

Origin Story:
Fionnuala stared at the entrance to the tavern with watery eyes, not looking forward to the crowd's reaction to her but not wanting to leave Raputchin hungry. She looked back toward the large snake. He was coiled up by her right foot, his tongue flicking and his gaze shifting impatiently between her and the door. Fio nodded slightly as she made up her mind. She bent down toward Raputchin and guided him onto her shoulders. He was very heavy, but not to the point where Fionnuala couldn't walk.

With Raputchin on her shoulders, she puffed out her chest and strode as confidently as she could muster into the tavern. Avoiding all nervous glances, she sat down at the bar, looked toward the woman behind it, and opened her snout to speak.

"Friend! I request two servings of foul! Chicken if you have it, duck or squab if you don't."

She reached into the pocket of her thick cloak and placed six silver coins on the bar.


Losian Ridere's Origin Story:

This is before you have obtained Aestelan.

You are in a town called Brynsheir on the Bravos River, in northwestern Aedania. You have been sent there as the commanding officer of a contigent of armsmen by Logarth Drover to help the town's mayor, Morys Blackfinch, rid a nearby keep of grey orc marauders.

"The keep is called Arongar Keep, and there's not much keep left. It's just a crumbling ruin now. It was never restored after it was destroyed by Dornbrackans in the War in the Wake. But it's on a defensible position, a large hill, still has some walls, and there's a dungeon beneath it." Morys, the man in black noble's clothes explained, pointing on a cross on the map of the Vale of Brynsheir.


Fionnuala's Origin Story:

"Two chickens coming right up" the red-haired woman said with a smile, apparently either too much in a hurry to care or just not caring about you being a faelyn.

There's a pleasant atmosphere of laughing voices and a minstrel playing his lute. Large wooden pillars support the upper floor and the bronze oil lamps attached to it, and the wooden walls are decorated with motives painted in bright colors and with blue shields with a silver hawk holding a sword on them - the shield of Dornbrack.

There's a lot of patrons in the tavern, considering that Wyddanwood is just a small village, and they aren't just humans. There are moon elves, halflings, dwarves and even a couple of gnomes. You guess that it might be on a road between some larger more important towns.

Soon after two plates of chicken is placed in front of you, accompanied by a warm smile from the red-haired bartender. "Here you go, love."


Female Faelyn Druid 1

Origin Story:
Fionnuala pulled one plate closer to where Raputchin was slowly making his way toward the bar. As he slowly began to envelop the chicken, bones and all, Fio delicately cut into her chicken leg with a knife. Once she'd cut a small piece off, she gingerly picked it up between her furred thumb and forefinger and plopped it into her mouth. Chew, swallow, rinse and repeat. Raputchin had completely stuffed the chicken into his gaping maw before Fio was even halfway done eating, and lazily rested his head on the bar while he waited for her to finish her meal.

As Fionnuala continued to chew, she subconsciously drew her cloak around her shoulders in attempt to shield the snake from view. At this point, she was simply enjoying being an anonymous member of the tavern crowd.


Fionnuala's Origin Story:

A man walks up to the bar and stands next to you. He is wearing a black felt jacket with a high collar and black leather gloves. A sword with a pommel resembling a wolf's head in a beautiful blue leather sheathe with motives of dark blue leaves on it. He has backcombed dark grey hair and a kempt beard. He smilingly orders a mug of goodale with foam and when his beer is delivered he takes a sip of it and says more to himself than to anyone "Ahh. Dornbrackan goodale. There's nothing quite like it," before producing an embroidered cloth napkin and wiping the foam off his mouth and beard.


Female Faelyn Druid 1

Origin Story:
Fionnuala looked uncomfortably at the canine-headed sword, and patted Raputchin on the head softly. In a whisper, she voiced her worries to her protector. "Raputchin, that man looks as though he hunts canines. Why else would he sit down next to us?" Without waiting for a response, she slid into the empty seat to her left and tentatively moved her plate with her. The second plate, clean of meat, bones, and all was swiftly retrieved by the woman tending to the bar with a brief look of concern. It faded quickly, to Fionnuala's relief. She began to eat her own chicken at a much faster pace.


Fionnuala's Origin Story:

"Does my presence disturb you faelyn?" the man remarks as you move a seat, looking at you with piercing green eyes. You notice a scar running down his forehead, over his nose where there is a piece of metal and down his cheek.

"Hadar Doranis." He then says and extends a black-gloved hand to you.


Male Human Soldier, HP: 25

Origin:

Conquest... This is board game, yes? Ventus questions, his shaved head glinting in the candle light. Even sitting, Ventus towers over most at 6' 5" and is built like a bear. He smiles and replies, If not, then I am up for game anyway. Good way to come to know my comrades more! he shouts with a jovial laugh, slapping the back of the nearest mercenary. So, how does one play?


Ventus Candonius' Origin Story:

"You don't have Conquest in Thyrm? It's a card game. Quite popular here in the Northern Baronies. Let me explain it to you. The rules are pretty easy." Reevys replies and goes over the rules and deals you and a couple of other mercenaries a hand of five cards each.

Go ahead and roll a Gambling (Luck) check. (3d6+Gambling+Luck)


Male Human Soldier, HP: 25

Origin:

We may have, but in Talamandras very few actually play games. I was exception! he says with a more clipped laugh, but a loud one nonetheless.
Conquest: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 2) = 6


Female Faelyn Druid 1

Origin Story:
Fionnuala looked at the outstretched glove for a moment, before grasping the massive hand with both of hers and giving it three quick shakes. She slid her plate back to its prior position and moved along with it, careful not to move so quickly that Raputchin would fall off of her shoulders.

She tilted her head side to side several times, examining the male's face for any sign of malice. She only ceased her odd movements once she was sure that she detected nothing. "The name of mine is Fionnuala. Fee-oh-nwah-la. I know that you furless ones have trouble with names sometimes, though, so you may call me Fio. Much shorter."

She cut off another small hunk of chicken and tossed it into her open jaws, chewing fervently.


Ventus' Origin Story:

You end up losing a few silver coins to Reevys (don't withdraw any from your belongings as this is in the past), who smilingly says: "Winners never quit and quitters never win. Care for another game?"


Female Faelyn Druid 1

We're really putting you to work, aren't we? Take your time with responding; I understand if you need a break!


Fionnuala's Origin Story:

You detect no signs of malice on Hadar's face. To the contrary, he seems to have a perpetual friendly smile on his face.
"Fionnuala." he pronounces it exactly as it is meant to be pronounced. "That's quite a beautiful name. What about your friend there? Does he have a name?" He says nodding to the half-hidden giant snake on your shoulders.


Thanks Fio, but don't worry. I'm enjoying it. :)


Female Faelyn Druid 1

Origin Story:
Fionnuala looked toward her companion and stroked his smooth swampy green scales. "His name is Raputchin. He is quite a loyal protector; no need to fear him." Raputchin lifted his head from the bar and flicked his tongue toward Hadar. Fionnuala picked up on his hint immediately. "Well, you have nothing to fear from him if we deem your intentions pure, friend."


Fionnuala's Origin Story:

"A pleasure to meet you both. No, the faelyn I'm looking for doesn't have a snake. And the faelyn I'm looking for is male. His fur is darker than yours and he wears blue clothes and a dark blue hooded cloak and carries a black staff. His name is Fidocho. And at this point I doubt he would be able to even have a reasonable conversation." Hadar takes a sip of his goodale. "You wouldn't happen to have seen a faelyn who fits that description would you?"


Female Faelyn Druid 1

Question: Are you wanting Raputchin to be a shared character, a GM controlled character, or should I handle him? I have no qualms with whatever you're feeling right now.


I figured you'd like to handle him yourself?


Female Faelyn Druid 1

Sure! Sounds good! I just noticed that you'd set the tone of the first scene by having Raputchin speak, and didn't know if that was a sign that you wanted input on the character's actions. With that said, I am mainly playing Fionnuala, and if you see a golden opportunity to drive Fio up the wall with Raputchin that I've missed, go for it!


Okay. I'll speak for him when I think it's appropriate, but don't hold back on roleplaying him yourself when you feel like it.


Female Faelyn Druid 1

Origin Story:
Fionnuala's ears stood up as she heard Hadar's description of his quarry. Her tail shifted slightly in her seat at she listened intently. "Another faelyn? Here? Who hasn't been chased out of town by a mob with pitchforks and torches?!" She picked up Hadar's hand and shook it once again. "Take me with you! It's been so long since I've seen a faelyn. Besides myself, of course." She licked her fingers clean and hopped from her tall chair to the floor. Raputchin shifted on her shoulders in annoyance.

"Careful, Fio," he hissed. "Don't let your guard down. We don't know what this man wants with the other faelyn."

Fionnuala took a breath at Raputchin's words and tried to calm herself. She couldn't blow this opportunity by getting too excited. She couldn't act too oddly. She looked into Raputchin's eyes and nodded, wordlessly alerting him to the fact that she'd taken his warning into account.

Oops, posted this before I saw your above comment. I'll just assume that Raputchin couldn't get Fio's attention through her excitement.


Male Aedanian Paladin of Veyek

Hey all, Losian checking in here. I'll respond to your post when I finish work Chingo, looking forward to meeting everyone's character!


Male Human Soldier, HP: 25

Origin:

Of course I am up for more! This game is fun, I foresee playing it much in the future! Ventus bellows, throwing more coins into the pool to inevitably gamble away to his new captain.
Gambling: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 1) = 10


@Fionnuala I removed it. I like your take better.

Fionnuala:

"Alright. Alright. I'll take you with me. But it might be dangerous. Fidocho's got the Craze. He is tainted with Melevarn's Madness." Hadar says in a hushed voice. He then leans down to you and whispers: "If we are to find Fidocho, the easiest way would be if you claimed to be his sister or cousin and asked around for him."


@Losian. Okay cool. Might be a while before you actually get to meet the other characters though, as I plan on doing your individual origin stories first. I was considering intertwining some though, but seems like many of us are on different times so that might make the origin stories take a fair deal longer.


Ventus' origin:

"I like your attitude Ventus," Reevys says with a smile. The raven Myrl croaks from his shoulder and the grey-furred faelyn produces a dried grasshopper from a pocket in his black cloak and feeds it to him. "Buy in is ten silver this time boys."

After everyone playing has lost some more to Reevys, the carriage comes to a halt and Sigvar the Silent, the tongueless Askalgarian who drives opens the door to the lounge and makes some signs with his hands to Reevys.

"We got trouble boys. Everybody weapons ready and outside."


Female Faelyn Druid 1

Origin Story:
Fionnuala felt her hopes sink. She looked back up at Hadar and nodded silently. As soon as she saw him nod in return, she ran into the crowd as fast as she could and began frantically rambling through her thoughts with Raputchin.

"Melevarn's madness?! The hell does he mean by Melevarn's Madness?!"

"You know quite well what anyone around here means when they reference madness, Fio."

"But to be his sister? He wants me to kill my brother? I mean, he wants me to ask around to figure out how to murder a stranger that I'm calling my brother that I don't even know?!"

"You feel far too close to other faelyn, Fionnuala. There is more to a creature than their race. With that said, the the man was only talking to you because you were a faelyn. Hmm..."

"What are you insinuating?"

"That man would have killed you if I weren't on your shoulders, and everyone in this tavern would have thought it justified. What happens if he kills you after you aid him in his quest? You are just a time bomb waiting to give into your insanity, you know."

Fionualla began to feel faint. She stared off into space, barely registering Raputchin's words.

"Sorry, Fio, but no matter what happens, there are no friends for you out there. All of them will give into madness."

Fionnuala narrowed her eyes, and patted Raputchin several times on his head. "I'm going to find this faelyn first, Raputchin. I'm going to find him. Maybe Hadar's wrong. He approached me, after all. He'll end up slaughtering a different innocent faelyn if we can't warn this so called 'Fidocho.'" With that, Fio turned to the human next to her and began to ask about the mysterious faelyn of Hadar's rumors.

Raputchin, meanwhile, simply shook his head. "I suppose that some only learn to listen once they've had a few nasty accidents..."


Fionnuala:

Nice Fio. I like it a lot. If I'm understanding correctly, you'll try to track down Fidocho on your own, before Hadar gets to him? Roll a Gather Information check. 3d6+Gather Information+Charisma.


Female Faelyn Druid 1

Aww snap, we're going for straight luck here. C'mon dice, work some magic!

Gather Information: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 6) = 11

Not bad.


Fionnuala:

An old bald man with one completely white eye says "Haven't seen any other faelyn than you, but there's plenty of places to hide around Wyddanwood, if he is one who seeks to get away. There's Salera's Well, an abandoned hamlet, supposedly haunted, deeper in the woods, there's the ruin of Velsenpran Manor, and there's the cave in Mossrock Mount."


Female Faun 0 [ S9, A12, I11, W9 ] [ Health 9/9 | Damage 0 | Def 12 | Move 12 |Percep 12 (Shadowsight) ] [ Insanity: 0 | Corruption: 0 | Fortune: No | Status: Normal ]

Sorry, I was traveling for the holiday.

Kejal Origin Story:
"A pleasure." Kejal replies with a smile, her small hand engulfed by his paw. She accepted his offer of a seat, looking around the tavern with nothing short of amazement. "It's wonderful to finally be here." She exclaims. With an embarrassed smile, she looks back towards Raijinn. "I heard stories but I wasn't sure it was real." It made her heart swell to see other Vylshalan in the tavern, able to life their lives freely. Tearing her eyes from them, she looks back at Raijinn, her eyes wide with excitement. "Tell me everything."


It's quite alright Kejal.

Kejal Origin Story:

"Well everything is quite a lot." the bhakiri laughs. "But I can tell you the story of how me and my varja Laija," Raijinn puts an arm around the white-furred female bhakiri next to him. "came upon Krovan's Creek ourselves." Raijinn gets a gloomy look on his face. "We were taken as slaves by Mirtarni slavers to the city of Vintalas in Mirtarn where we were sold as slaves to a rich Caeldarian land-owner called Findrik Geldarm. We worked the fields of one of his farms in northern Caeldar day in and day out. We both had the Talent, but we kept it hidden in fear that the Magehunters would come and kill us. One day we ran away. We made it across the border to Aedania and we came in contact with a member of the League in the city of Belgriff who told us about Krovan's Creek and how to get here and we set out a few days after. We've been here a couple of months now. How about you Kejal? What's your story?"


Fionnuala:

A young woman with raven-black hair in white and black clothes and a green cloak standing nearby as you talk with the old man, makes a motion for you to follow her and walks out of the Yawning Wyrm.

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