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UGH

Thats all I can say.

So I have been trying to look at what I am doing, what is coming for me personally and everything else and I think I have to be honest with myself and say I can't run more than one game right now. I love LOVE what is happening here and I have a special fondness for the characters and players that have graced this thread. The probate and estate stuff for this branch of the family seems...challenging at best. Between my new promotion and what might be weeks if not months of familial wrangling I need to be honest about what I can accomplish and how often.

That said, I have a RotRL game I have been running for something close to 6 years? (ACK) and it has and must remain my top GM priority. That game has been one of the few constants in a sort of never ceasing parade of life trying to do its darndest to keep me from having and time to myself or hobbies of my own.

So that leaves me here, having to sincerely apologize for ending our journey through KM short and wanting you all to know its been awesome. I am going to leave the thread active through the weekend so everyone can see my message easily and then I will mark the game as inactive on Monday.

If I find myself in a place where I can kick this back up or any other project you folks will be the first people I message. Its honestly been a pleasure, sorry that life is getting in the way of my ability to commit.

Big death in my family. I will be back by the end of the week. Apologies.

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The dryad nods keenly and seems to take Ra'hl's silence in this moment as a verification of his will to succeed. The tree lies on a path towards my grove mere days away at its slow gait. I suspect for you that are fleet of foot and guided by those that are touched you can be to its location well within a single arc of the sun.

The dryad's eyes seem now to linger on Duska thoughtfully only to then flit about and rest once more on Ra'hl. She rises and gestures to the south. A path will guide you to the boundary of my power and from there I trust you will find your way...

Sincerest apologies, I got a new promotion that also came with moving offices and computers and what not so my access to tech has been severly limited as my crappy home laptop has decided to play "turn off without notice and always require to be plugged in". But I'm moved, set up, and adapting so I should be more present.

Thank you.

The dryad offers a slight tilt to her head. For many it would seem a bashful move but in the fey it seems to take an almost conversational acceptance of the strong words of commitment offered her.

The dryad motions to the glad by the lake, Please sit and I will tell you my tale of woe.

Tiressia moves simply assuming the others will follow and continues once everyone has come to sit on the soft and luscious grass, A terrible malevolence has stolen a glimmer of the enaid of the woods. It moves with ferocity and encroaches on my grove with unyielding certainty. I would call it coeden o lafnau but I think I heard an elder druid once call such a creature a "scythe tree". Do you know of such a thing?

Kno:Nature DC 15 lets you look at the MM entry.

Yeah a big advantage in Pbp is that you can also deal with non conversational cues. Maybe Fergus is introspective and is thinking something but not saying it. Maybe Fergus is being quiet but his demenaor shifts. He leans on his staff in an intense way, watching closely. Think of what you notice actors or characters doing in films when they aren't talking, you could simply describe that.

I play a dour elf in another game who tends to grunt and scoff as others talk. I'm not interrupting but everyone else certainly knows what my character thinks or likes about the conversation.

Feel free to experiment.

The dryad demures at the elegance of Duska's words and the raw vigor of Ra'hls introduction. Rising from her place she offers a light smile, a creature clearly aware that her beauty is beyond that of normal measure. Yet she seems restrained in her manner and slowly approaches keeping her words in the common tongue,

That my brawd grig to the north would be so moved to cease his pranks and song to seek aid is touching and I shall kiss his lips when I see him next, if my grove survives its plight. Few of the folk have been brave in my time of troubles but I see it is because a dragon sleeps along the edge of the wood...

The dryad approaches Ra'hl with an air that borders on provocative or sensual but the party (save for Cuddles perhaps) knows enough of the famed dryads to know that their power of beauty and sexual energy are beyond normal "civilized" custom. She stops short of the bloodrager and smiles again only to pause and tilt her heard to something behind her.

Emerging from the woods a satyr appears, apparently wounded but armed and glowering at the group. He keeps his distance but seems displeased. Tiressia smiles again,

My consort. My bravest enaid. He darkens like a spring time cloud at the thought of needing aid...at the thought of taming the dragon and binding him to the grove...but he fears an
amhosibilrwydd, he is mine and I his. No matter how tempting the dragon is...

The dryad smiles again and takes a step back. Looking over the group again with unearthly eyes of amber and gold.

The trees seems a solid corridor of almost black until the part quite suddenly finds a sun daple exit that leads to a broad expanse of glade with warm light from above. A small pond lies placidly at the roots of a gigantic oak tree with a scattering of leaves floating upon its surface. Birdsong twitters from high above.

At the waters edge a woman of great beauty draped in foliage and and vines that fall like an elegant dress, weeps. Her golden red and gold hair, which appears more like a weave of leaves, hangs to obscure her face. She hesitates as Ra'hl and company break the tree line and looks up from her troubles, her voice clear and high in the glade,

Who has come upon my sheltered home?

I should have us back up and moving by tomorrow folks, sorry the delay

As an fyi I got into a pretty big car wreck on Monday night, I am pretty banged up and typing and what not is really hard so I will do my best to keep up but my spottiness will probably continue through next week. I should have a post up for this game later on today.

Yeah get some rest and get well!

Hmmm I am going to move us on for now...

Lane manages to guide the group further in faster than he has hope though the underbrush increases and the trails decrease, forcing the party onto its feet and off the horses. Soon, it is hard for the horses to move at all and a single path lay to west, almost imperceptable yet somehow quite clear to the group.

I believe this leads to the grove the fey have asked you to attend to. I will wait here with the horses.

Single file. Marching order? Any other special prep before dryad contact?

Lane nods at his Lord High Councillor, Indeed sir it would be faster, were I not so sure of the paths. And closer still it may be we need to dismount if this grove is near the area I understand it to be. The fey of the wood know our relationship to the horse and hound, my ma always said they judge us ill only if we treat thems that serve us poorly, which you'll not find a horse as better cared for then this lot I assure you. Most of our animals love the work, but I think its cuz we have true rangers and riders among us in these lands. We treat our horses fair, we treat the nature right. The fey see that I think.

The watches rotate with ease and the forest, for all its sounds and motion, opts to leave the party alone this night.

Travel continues at a decent pace, Lane seemingly as proficient as his word. For the most part the travel is quick with little exotic to see although occasionally the sounds of the forest indicate that there are plenty of mysteries for the truly aware...

With Lane in the lead and on horses the group manages the woods skillfully and a great deal faster than normal. However, by estimation of Duska based on the grig's assessment it is still two days to the grove.

The woods bustle with energy, and some is indeed sinister. Long have these wood been without the influence of humanity or its demihuman cousins and the recent spate of activity gives an earnest sense of agitation about the place.

Lane suggest watches. Cuddles volunteers to be up "during the dark" at the mid watch. Lane recommends he takes the first, leaving Fergus, Duska and Rah' each to vouch for a shift...Let me know or I will roll randomly in the next day or so ;p I want to get our pace back up.

The meeting ends and the day begins anew.

Matt and Anton each express reasons of their own for not joingin the foray instead intending to deal with matters of state.

This leaves Duska, Rahl, Cuddles and Fergus as the group. A young woodsman names Lane is sent by Matt to guide the group towards the grove as he has traveled that section often (though never chanced across a grove).

Any other prep or needs before I take you to the grove?

I like the concept but its pretty intense in the power scale. I think its something that can be worked up to though for sure....just not ready to throw that in the mix right this second.

The ranger leaves, nodding to the council and Osk returns, Did I hear morning then? To the dryad grove I assume? I'll make ready your horses. Would you want a contingent to escort you? I would assume not given Duska's many notes to me about the presence of armed soldiers en mass in the forest but...you are the high council and I would be remiss in not at least asking...

Yeah Im just letting my life lead me around by the nose a bit....Im back on.

The ranger nods after Regus knowingly, Indeed. The affliction seems minor and contained but I worry about the potency of the source. My own knowledge on the matter leads me to believe that the site of befoulment must be gaining in some power to allow its curse to creep further. We will find the source, but I worry we are not prepared to attend to it...

I hate to be the sort to bring a report where I tell you of such things and then tell you to be patient as our groups find the sources. But I thought it best to inform first before a rare circumstance where our rangers perish in finding these threats rather than come to you unbidden demanding aid without warning. Even now the Lovecký Pes ride under cover of night to hunt the maker of the steps and other of my contingent range to better estimate where the undead might be ranging from. I hope to have word soon.

To be fair its because the council was in session and Duska with them, certainly not a power play, to be clear.

I want to apologize for my spotty access lately, I am having some issues at home and at work that are impacting my ability to get onling physically and taking a toll on getting into the groove emotionally. I expect this to be a patch of turbulence that might last another month or so but shouldn't take me out of the fight. I will continue to try to get on as often as I can but if you are willing to be patient, I will slowly get back up to speed. I apologize for my delays.

The ranger, a young man named Chelnik, enters with a bit of a frown. It is clear the ranger has done his best to brush his clothes and his hair and beard but it only helps to emphasize that he is a man used to living in the wild and rarely the sort to be inside.

Nonetheless he bows to the council and then sits, I come with word from the south that we have successfully finished our efforts and securing a way station south of the myriad waters that border the city and have now begun ranging in earnest.

It is clear that the Staglord kept his efforts north due to the harshness of the terrain and its inhabitants. While the mix of terrain from woodlands to field remain, we have found thicker growths and, more importantly, evidence of greater threats. In no less than three rangings we believe we have seen evidence of large predators, over man sized perhaps wolves. There is some evidence of undeath to the southeast and we beleive we may have found the tracks of a small giant...or troll.

The ranger shifts in his chair, clearly unnerved by that particular prospect.

For now the teams are tasked with reconnaissance only and will update the chain of command when there is more but we did find one thing we felt was worthy of immediate concern. Not far to the south of our city here, in a lake that forms off that which borders us we have found an island and a tower. Strange sounds have come from the site so we have not yet opted to explore it. We thought we would ask or guidance...

Sorry folks I have been having a myriad of access issues, I apologize for the spotty posting.

Fergus - It is the case that the group may or may not want to access other areas of the world. Some of that is self directed and at your discretion. The AP is open enough and occasionally it tries to wrangle the group back in to more local matters but there is a lot of latitude.

As for the NPCs Im having folks make, they will be as relevant as you want them to be. I have some strict mechacnical uses for them but if the time is taken to create personalities that folks care about I will try to make them part of the world. Make sense?

The grig smiles wide and nods in thanks and then makes his way off the table, stopping only to yell Due east from here. I think the raven is waiting so Duska should see him to guide you the rest of the way!! and with that he departs.

Osk comes in a moment later and clears his throat. The ranger report? Or should that wait? It sounds like some of you might need to leave?

I totally understand how it can go and I echo the others that it has been fun but you need to do what you need to do.

As you have seen though, I try to keep an open table, especially for those who have been participating in good faith so if you find yourself in a time and place that you think you are interested in joining back up, say the word and Matt can return, or some other new mysterious stranger. ;p

Good luck.

Plenty of time for retraining, have at it, change away.

Sorry that is MY que

The grig offers a combination nod and puts his hands in the air as though to fend off some imaginary insult, those seeming wholly confusing in his response. Well, no but...well...yes. I mean, the fiddle playing is important and it can solve a great many things but if the dryad is asking for help so directly it...well...just seems like a better idea to send you. He offers a conciliatory shrug.

Yup the advantage of this setup right now is that Anton can also be having sinusitis and laryngitis and bouncing around in the back demanding honey tea with a sprig of mint. All good.

All good I had a spot of weirdness this week anyway so I've been delayed.

Sorry family issues kept me off the boards/

Osk nods and returns with no one until the small grig bounds up to the table and stands upon it, looking back to Osk and saying, Like this then? and then offers a Ah! curious! as Osk nods that it where the grig should be.

The grig, true to form seems almost like half elf, half crcket but really almost the size of a large cat. The almond like fey eyes survey the room with some mirth and settle primarily on Duska. Lady Duska. Pervilash regrets that he cannot come and play this fine month but he has decided that flutterby chases on river clearing are the preferred distraction. He suspected you would understand.

Taking a moment to sort of "smarten" himself up. By standing taller the grig's voice carries a sing song quality as he addresses the larger group, Honored council of er...I can't seem to recall what you have chose to call this place...oh dear...well um...great council. I come on the behalf of the dryad Tiressia I have come to ask for help! She has...um...ahh...trouble. A problem? The grig seems to become a little flustered as he rubs his chin, Well the damn bird said something was wrong but I was playing my fiddle at the time and it was being quite rude. I remember Pervilash and I discussed the issue and we decided you might be better able to help than us but...I...well my stars I cannot seem to remember what the problem is...

The grig throws his hands up in sort of a capricious "Oh well!".

SEeming satisfied that she has latitude Kressle nods and rises, I will work with the low council to see after a system of checks and balances. I mself should probably subjected to some form of magical review from time to time. I will talk with Jhod, Aleria, and Anton on the matter. I will report our actions soon. As for the other matter, I will report to you when I know more...

The woman hovers a moment to see if she is still needed. Assuming not Osk moves forward then asks, The ranger or the grig lords?

He hasn't responded yet but without magic it would take some time to make the trek to and from House Orlovsky. And that assumes he answered straight away.

Kressly nods at the words of Duska and Fergus, I believe we can craft a system that sees the desire for information tempered with a notion of safety if you agree that my activities do indeed serve a legitimate domestic service. In time we might see the domestic and foreign efforts split into seperate leadership, I know that is how it is done in larger countries but I do not believe we are ready for that...

Kressle waits a moment and then urges again, And what of Abera Orlovsky? May I look into her affairs? Perhaps even talk to her? The ex-bandit smirks but she seems to know that she asking a sensitive question and its clear the smirk is as much a defensive device than it is a suggestion of mischief.

on Abera Kressle is basically saying that her spies say her being here is unsanctioned. That her father is mad about it even in private. But that is just a rumor, so Kressle wants to confirm.

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Kressle nods thoughtfully, Actually my lord Abera Orlovsky is something I would like to look into deeper if you will allow. I hear both in public and private settings the great Duke is angry at his daughters actions. In public, he denounces her to maintain face. In private he rails that she would put herself in danger and steals his authority of the houe to contact you as he would intend. She seems to be a wildcard in the great political game.

Osk also chimes in, Lords You are titled lord regardless of gender f%*$ that "lady" s$!~, lol the issue of domestic spying. Against our own people? I know that our nation is new but I worry that allowing Kressle free reign will only naturally lead to increased paranoia...

I want to remind you all that even though Ra'hl is King you agreed on a council based leadership, we never got into the nitty gritty of it but I was to remind the other players that your authority is equal. We can make it more a true monarchy if people think that is more in keeping with what is happening, but I just want to encourage/note that you all have a voice.

Osk nods and leaves only to return a moment later with Kressle in tow.

In the intervening months the woman has let her hair grow and keeps it in a tight braid and has traded in much of her leather bandit gear for black fabrics and black leather armor. Her signature handaxes have ben upgraded but remain firmly affixed to her person.

The woman's confidence and brazen nature was initially a concern given the more subtle nature of spycraft but Kressle has proven to be a keen judge of character and an active member of her own forces, proving to the men and women under her command that she will do all the things she would ever ask of them.

Sitting before you she offers her characterstic smirk and nods slightly as she begins, Under the authority granted to me and the low council by your council I have been engaged in a variety of activities. As establsih by the low councils deeds and grants of governance, which you have vested them with authority to create and oversee, I am required to present you with timely and regular reports of my groups activities, for your ears and eyes only with the exception of Osk here whose role serves to inform you and guide the lower council...

Kressle pauses almost as a formality and then begins again,
I have successfully recruited a variety of agents and contacts that span the breadth and depth of our emerging country. The first point of order I must discuss with you is the amount of authority I have to use these agents in the service of other matters relating to the kingdom's security. Kasten and Akiros have both indicated that they see potential value in the information my group can provide but there are concerns about spies leading to domestic actions primarily on the part of Osk, Svetlana and Oleg. I can see both sides of the argument.

Sensing it would be better to say everything she continues again, The second point of order relates to forein affairs. I have made many willing contacts in Brevoy and as we speak I am making connections farther afield, including our neighbors elsewhere throughout the region. There were other charters issued to other sections of the area and so I am working to start keeping an eye on what other potential allies and threats may be forming...however Svetlana is concerned with how my activities impact potential diplomatic relations, particularly in Brevoy. She has asked that I curtail my activities while also asking that I look more into our current guest...she is concerned that houses acting behind the Regent will complicate things but still wants me to look into it.

Kressle nods as though satisfied that she has said what she needed to say...

Ah good luck!

I never really thought about it before but Duska have like a thick russian styl accent? Something about the syntax. OR maybe more stereotypical Romany?

NPC classes only or full 30. Basic or heroic NPC stats?

Oh good call...mhmm heroic stats, any class levels. I mean I might wonder why an alchemist is serving certain roles but its possible. I imagine some folks like Duska and MAtt would tend more towards rangers, slayers, and so on but be creative.

Osk seems to be working hard to temper a more, direct way of desription and his syntax suffers for it, A grig is well, that is to say, it is a fey bearing the characteristics of a bug, I mean, a grasshopper's lower half and a more human like top form. Madam Duska has had experience with him and his arrival in civilized...er...urban lands is significant. Typically.

The older man keeps glancing to Duska clearly working to be more inclusive in how he describe the fey and their relationship to the world of the humans and demihumans.

oh I forgot, if folks are interested, each person has thirty levels to spend on npc contingents with no character being higher than level 3: these represent who work for/with you. Rangers or soldiers, scholars, scribes so on. A fun mental exercise to flesh out the teams that report to you. Could be as simple as names and levels or you could include classes and other typical bits. Rewards and glory to those who take that on.

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More like some sort of ogre tyrant type being...I love him so but my word. I need to update maps, and I will do my best to do that soon so that the kingodm and environs are easier to see...

Ra'hl is not sure what to make of Abera in that her words speak with thoughtful coolness but she certainly seems repressed. While she first noted that she had skepticism her continuing concentrated time with Ra'hl seems to have quickly moved to her to reassess her negative assessment of things. Ra'hl can sense that her calculated suggesting of political motives belie a burgeoning interest in the bloodrager that is definitely not about countries of families.

Brought together once more that group is approached by Osk who nods graciously to the group, Given the initial forays and under oversight from Matt and Duska a southern base has be established in the KAmelands south of the great Tuskwater lake that marks our southern shore and past the Godrim river which feeds it from the east. We know of more rivers to the south and we have a ranger from Matt's contingent to provide a report on what they have found.

[b]We also have Kressle outside who has reports she feels are worthy of your attention on the subject of her works as Spymaster and, I believe, a request about such things/

I also have uhm, a petitioner of sorts in the form of the grig Tyg-Tigger-Tut who has left the woods and asks for an audience.

Osk looks up from his notes and offers the group a look to see what item they might want to approach first...

My notes fell afoul of my son deciding to hide them I think. Actually I think he just took them and "put them away" with his art when I told him to clean up the table but regardless I am missing a couple of things. I will ahve an update for us hopefully this weekend once I find my stuff, lol.

In the weeks that follow there is a sudden escalation of activity. Matt and Duska roam south, sending their groups to find a forward position and assess plans for a robust exploration mission to the south.

The groups find a passable point some 80 miles south of the capital which seems to make sense as a forward operating post. Convinced that the site is sound, Duska and Matt leave their folks in charge of the construction so that they can see to other duties.

Cuddles continues his work with various groups in the capital, taking time to train soldiers and guards, break up a pair of bar fights that involved some racist overtones and beginning a burgeoning wrestling league which sees little attendance in its first session but slowly seems to grow with each passing meeting numbering some dozen children ranging from 6 to 14. The most ambitious of which is a little girl named Kaya who may be channeling Falyana on some level as she sees marked improvement in her abilities even within the first few sessions.

Anton continues to work on his own projects and meets often with the small council, perhaps more so than any other member of the high council, as magic continues to become a complicating and freeing force on many fronts in the city. The wizard does also seem to be fascinated by the newcomers efforts to build a tower and can be seen coming and going from the the site.

Fergus finds himself surprisingly busy, asked to attend a number of smaller gatherings of various faithful and other divinely inspired sorts. A large group of Erastil worshippers continue to question of there is a chance at an "official" religion with so many of the m flocking to the area, a notion direclty refuted by other who seek a nation of some religious freedom.

Ra'hl makes Abera Orlovsky his primary mission and thus comes into perhaps the most complicated political situation of his new life as a ruler. In the year and a half since the fall of the Stag, Aleria has been at time both warm and cold to Ra'hl's intentions. Clearly put on guard by the earnest pursuit, the cleric oscillates between entertaining the notion of romance and feeling like her commitments to country and god demand her heart and command her attention in a way that makes Ra'hl less of a priority.

The arrival of Abera at first, plays little role but in the weeks that follow Ra'hl finds that Abera is almost everything that Aleria is not. Abera is cool and strategic, counter to Aleria's firey disposition. Abera is politically minded and noble where Aleria is more prone to dislike politics and is not of noble stock.

Perhaps the single most complicating factor is the revelation that Abera is dragon blooded, and can trace her ancestry to a Rogarvian marriage on her mother's line. Her appearance not one of artifical help but her power as a sorceress. Where Aleria is avoidant of a relationship or speaking of such in certain terms Abera is exceptionally adept in saying without saying that a marriage between her and Ra'hl would not only be politically expedient but certainly helpful for long term issues about the Rogarvian line. She even makesa passing joke that their children would be certainly as close to dragons as any humanoid could be.

If Ra'hl wants to make say, ten Sense Motive checks I can probably unpack Abera a bit more.

After almost twom months the high council is ste to reconvene as a number of new items, including the first report from the south is set to be shared.

Anything else in the intervening time before we get to the next council meeting and then back into some potential adventuring?

Anton is free to come and go. A game with long breaks in game and magic make for easy coming and going. Take care of you Ronza.

It will take about two weeks to establish the southern outpost and start getting replies back. That is really the next set of activity that will spur external events unless there are things folks want to chip away at now? I imagine the next few months IRL will be lots of vignettes like this one to some extent with passage of time in between. If I don't hear dissent before Mon AM I will move us on.

Abera offers a cursory look over the book but seems to treat it more as token amusement more than anything. At Rahl's words however she bows her head, Do not mistake me for being unimpressed by your work here in the wilds. It takes a very special kind of discipline to tame the untameable and I wish you the best in your efforts. I will take my leave and coordinate with your man. If there is anything I can do for you, I am at your disposal.

The woman's gold fleck eyes survey the room once more before she rises, bows, and then takes her leave.

Osk returns a few moments later, Is there anything else I can do for you tonight?

Boo, lost post, booooo

The woman nods thoughtfully as she puts her hands on the table between her and the group, My father is a dreamer. But whisper the name of our lost royal family and he is aflutter with dream of a united Brevoy. I for one am far more cynical a creature which is why I am here and not my brother on my father's behalf. Anyone can thrown the name Rogarvia around but few can prove it. I confess I am a skeptic and here to spy on you so as not to break my father's heart.

No worries its a good point to fade to the background, enjoy your trip hopefully?

Edit: Logan in case it wasn't clear you are invited to poke you head in the RotRL game as well.

Abera offers a shake of her head, No thank you I am fine. The woman sits rigidly although not uncomfortably in her chair. At Ra'hl's comment about her family the woman offers a slight nod like bow of her head, My father has...that is to say my family is... The ambassador seems to falter a moment in finding the right words when she suddenly offers a hard exhale of breath, May I be frank?

The woman's eyes go slightly wide and she remains remarkably rigid in the orc's embrace but she cannot help offer a slight chuckle at the situation, My father counseled me to be ready for your council's unique manner of doing business. Greetings Master Cuddles.

Osk nods at the note about the Sootscales and rises. He exits the chamber only to arrive once more with a woman behind him before he utters, To the High Council of New Rogarvia I present miss Abera Olrlovsky...

The woman nods to Osk and enters the room, moving to stand next to the empty chair that is indicated by the older man.

Abera is a tall with a black outfit with gold embellishments featuring high boots, a tunic, leggings and a series of fabric addition and skirt that seem to be more to offset the functionality of the outfit with some sort of noble "flourish". The outfit leaves Abera's neck covered and her arms exposed. Gold thread and buttons if added throughout the outfit giving the woman an appearance of almost a well funded adventuer.

Perhaps most striking are Abera's nails, eyes and hair. The noblewoman's hair, tied in a high bun, has gold colored streaks throughout while Abera's pupils cast a metallic gold sheen made evident in the light of the council chamber. Abera's nails have a slight point to them and carry a golden metallic sheen as well.

The woman nods at the council but remains standing and almost rigid, House Orlovsky wishes to convey to the council of New Rogarvia its supreme wish for friendship and good tidings. I have been sent to treat with you and, with your satisfaction, stay at court to represent House Orlovsky's intended relationship of trade, respect, and mutual interests.

Choon that all sounds very terrifying, lol.

Any of you that are interested just show up here:

LINK!

They are already talking about what is missing, you can ask them yourselves what they are up for. I am game for anything if my players are....though apparently the wzard is talking about murder so...watch out for him? LOL