About Dieredon D'atarisian
DIEREDON D'ATARISIAN CR 1/2
Dieredon was born in the forests of Irishea. After spending several years being trained as a Hunter of the region, he took up full time employment as a Guide due to his abilities and knowledge of the area. However, the Alodoan Empire had other plans for Dieredon. After their invasion of Irishea, Dieredon continued his duties as a Guide, but now he performed them for the Alodoan Empire. When they took the opportunity to invade Orimar, he begged for the opportunity to be included in the invasion force. Little did he know at the time that his fate would be tied to a desire for separation from the Empire that he served.
Dieredon, like many Elves in his homeland, soon began to secretly seek a new realm for his kind. He did not favor the interraction with Halflings that the Aldoan Empire almost seemed to force upon the Elves due to their prior relationship with the slaves. The politics of his homeland simply did not mesh well with Dieredon's notions of separatism that now drove him to seek a new homeland under the Kingdom of Alodoan, but without the pesky Halflings. The invasion of Orimar proved to be the perfect oppourtunity. Having settled initially in Castletown, Dieredon was then given permission to move South.
Dieredon took up residency at the edge of Woodbridge at an abandonned shelter. He was directed to his future dwelling by a local Human Druid, Cara. Their common interests in the flora and fauna of the area made them fast friends. He has made a meager sum of money acting as a Guide and Hunter over the few years that he has resided in Woodbridge, just enough to build out his home to respectable portions beyond one room. Dieredon has also recently been hired to report upon the local flora and fauna to Castletown as well as any recent activities of nearby humanoids.
Dieredon is large for an elf, standing six and one half feet tall. He is very muscular, but in a wiry, athletically-built manner. He has long silver hair which he normally keeps tied back. His eyes are a penetrating deep violet. He is well-spoken and well-mannered, but he enjoys good drink and fine women. He is quick with a joke and often likes to keep things light-hearted in the face of danger.
Bread & Board:Oscar Oghan Age: forty One, he is a tall, broad shouldered man, but he is a bit lame having suffered a back injury when he was a young man. His wife is Molu "Lulu" Oghan (Sharety). They have two teen age sons, Sean and Roan. Both The Oghan and Sharety families are well represented in Woodbridge.
Catletown Orders:Your instructions come from the Keeper of the Grounds at Castletown, who claims his instructions for you come from the Lord of Castletown himself. You know that several people with similar skills have been asked to do similar things across the countryside as far as fifty miles away from Castletown, but that going east is more challenging than going south (as you've done). The Keeper of the Grounds is Hugh Amsolet, he is Human, Alodoan. Hugh is not especially well liked by the regular soldiers, but this is not his fault as the Lord of Castletown has put a great deal of pressure on him to “get a feel” for the local environment, and his goals are not always the same as the goals of the head of the military, a man under the Lord, known as Captain William Haselton, who seems to have a separate, possibly secret agenda that often is in conflict with the work done by Hugh.
Hunting Rules:Let’s reduce this to a one shot roll, more in line with the Survival rules, with a DC of 10, to catch one small game animal, rabbit, fox, or skunk, roll 18+ and you find a white tailed deer, but you need to roll again, DC 14, to bring it down. At your level, I can’t see you actually taking on some of the bigger game, such as the Red Deer, of this setting a relative of what we know as the extinct Irish Elk, a HUGE animal. But roll a 1, and you have come across a Black Bear that has just come out of hibernation, and it could be touch and go from there.
Halfling Skull to Castletown: “What we are going to need,” Patricia says, “Is for some volunteers to take this skull to Castletown and deliver it to their Holy men or women, whoever they may be, and let them know we found it, and that we do not know anything else. I’ve had dealings with these Aladoans before, no offense Dieredon, but they take the matter of the death of their own kind very seriously. And if they think that there is a threat to them here, in Woodbridge, then it is only a matter of time before we get the same treatment as other villages I’ve seen. They’ll march a few dozen soldiers down here to ‘keep the peace’ and start watching everything we do with a foreign and unsympathetic eye. We don’t want that.” After the festival, Dieredon and those going with him will leave for Castletown. Castletown is twenty four miles to the north. If you hurry you can reach it in two days, spend as long as necessary there, and return as soon as you can.
“Let us hope,” he says quietly as he sips a tall mug of beer, “that whatever befell this Alodoan, that it was an accident. I am as keen as anyone else to find the right place and time to open negotiations with these people for the possibility of a land we can call our own and be free from them, but you know that there are those in the movement with little or no patience and who might take to violent means. I have heard that some of your friends in the village will be searching out for more clues to the fate of that one, and I will keep my eyes and ears open to anything they discover. When you are in Castletown, I would ask that you keep the others in the resistance informed of any decisions the Alodoans make regarding this discovery, tell them, particularly Regicce Pas’Doreen, the elder that we here in Woodbridge are happy and doing well and will not take kindly to any plans that put our new life here at risk due to tension with the local people.”
Calex and Castletown:
I mentioned at our aborted campsite that I think our first stop should be at the local barracks, for 2 reasons. One is to report the dead halfling and find out if any such has been reported as missing. This will also give the Imperials the reassurance that Woodbridge is a peaceful neighbor that isn't secretly killing Imperial citizens. Hopefully we can avoid being seen as a trouble spot that needs to be garrisoned. If we can get a name for our short friend here" Cal taps the wrapped package containing the skull "it would be a good start. Also Auria wishes to request help from an Imperial-trained physician to help treat Sir Borderman. She says his illness is beyond her, and she fears he has less than fortnight to live if not treated soon. She hopes an Alodoan healer might know something to save him. Since he is a soldier of the Empire, the barracks commander might be able to send someone. Next would be finding a diviner to examine the skull to confirm the identity of the deceased, and the cause of death, then locating any family or friends our dead halfling had, so to give them some kind of closure. And on a few personal errands- I wish to locate a elf mage Wuda mentioned to negotiate an exchange of spells- a trade of my admittedly paltry collection for any of hers of equal power that she might desire. Anything that increases my magic I consider a good thing." Cal grins at his elf friend. "You might want to join me for that. Wuda says this Sabrinelle D’Amertine is quite attractive. Maybe you already know her? And finaly I need to collect my consignment for my glass & other craftwork from the merchant that buys from me, then get my next work order from him. In any event that is my idea for a plan. Any suggestions for changes would be welcome of course. I value your judgement.
His name was Jarid Halmauer and he was a scout in the service of the Keeper of the Grounds travelling between two towns, North Rockland and Innish Roan, both lie to the north west of here somewhat between us and Woodbridge. He was ambushed while travelling and murdered. He was on the trail of a woman known as Irillian the Green, an outlaw wanted for numerous crimes. I will add this, this man, this one you captured has claimed that Irillian the Green is in league with a wealthy elven noble here in Castletown and if this is true, well, if this is true, we might be seeing the begininnigs of a all out war for control of this land. But no more about this until the man’s claims can be verified. But it is clear that you might have been a target as I do not know what more you had intended to report to Mister Amsolet.