Nathaniel Greenfellow's page

Nathaniel nods in thanks to Dayenn, but keeps his gear – and weapons - close.

“So many soldiers so busy … corpses lying in the streets,” comments Nathaniel quietly to Grim. “I’ve never been to a city before, but this does not seem normal to me.”

Nathaniel ignores Marius and proceeds through the gates with the professor.

Nathaniel stays silent, arms crossed in front of him. He eyes the guard’s weapons curiously – he’s only seen such rifles from a distance previously – but makes no hostile – nor helpful – moves.

As far as he is concerned, if he is turned away now, he shall move on elsewhere, or return again on another day. He does though wonder if this greeting is typical for this city.

Nathaniel sits back down, keeping a wary eye on his new companions, especially this new one. His hope of a night of solid rest begins to fade. It looks like it will be a wakeful night, beware of treachery, and then off on his own way again in the morning.

“What is it that I am missing here?” asks Nathaniel, standing slowly, bow in hand but with no arrow nocked. “If this man is a friend of your friend, then why do you challenge him? If you would exchange arrows over an insult, then perhaps I am in the wrong company … or if you think he means us harm, I do not understand; it would be he and his librarian friend against three trained warriors.”

He looks up a the man in the tree. “Although I admit, I am curious as to what he is doing in a tree.”

Mordentish here. I beleive that's also the native tongue of Dementlieu.

Nathaniel grows quiet, staring moodily into the fire at the mention of having heard of his troubles, wondering what exactly they have heard. However, he is drawn back into the conversation at the mention of demons.

“Demons exist,” he says with conviction, unconsciously making a gesture to ward off evil used often by the more rustic Mordentish folk. “Whether they hail from the fiery pits of hell, are caused by some sickness of the land, or are formed from the darkness in men’s hearts I cannot say. But there are demons.”

“I hail from Mordentshire,” explains Nathaniel on the walk to, and then around the campsite. “I lived on the eaves of a forest much like this one, making my livelihood from the forest and it’s bounty. Some time ago the wood seemed to sicken, grow unhealthy. Trees I felled were rotten at their core, game became sparse, and oft-times the meat was tasteless or tainted. The trees took on a sickly aspect, and only the thorns and nettle bushes seemed to thrive. A rumour sprang up in the local village about a spirit of the woods being sighted by reputable folk at various times.”

He grows silent for several moments, then picks up his story again. “Then someone was killed, taken from their home at night, and brutally murdered. Prints I found, that may have been human, may not. Since then I have been following rumours and false trails that might lead me to my - to the murderer, the forest spirit or demon or man that ….”

He trails off for a while. “At any rate, that is why I travel, and what has me chasing stories told by ignorant villagers. But I doubt that demons would offer a man encountered in the dead of night a warm fire.”

Note: Nath would not normally be so open, but perhaps he is in a fey mood this night … anyway, it gets the story progressing. In actual fact he has probably been in your company for some time longer before even this much comes out.

“Name’s Greenfellow,” answers the man sparingly, lowering his scythe somewhat, but maintaining his grip on the rustic weapon. “I have some food to share.”

Nathaniel faces the two strange looking figures on the moon-lit forest path – the one dark skinned with jet white hair, the other with pointed ears and heavy brow. The ranger grips his scythe tightly, but those he has tracked – after hearing the tales of “forest spirits” haunting the woods – the hunted who have now turned the situation on the hunter - do not appear about to attack him – yet.

“I do not seek bloodshed,” the man states in a slightly hoarse voice, trying to read his opponents’ eyes in the darkness – eyes that seem to see him better than he sees them.

Added some "Unanswered Questions" at the end of Nathaniel's profile for the DM's consideration. Note that stuff in spoilers is intended for the DM only at this stage.

I'm also struggling a little with Nathaniel's alignment, but I think I've settled on it now.

Dayenn Naight wrote:

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EDIT: but it is possible you have heard of some horrific tragedy befalling Nathaniel's wife - a tragedy that his daughter may well have witnessed, and has hardly spoken since - certainly not of that.

I'll try to add more background for Nathaniel, just a bit busy right now...

He is from Mordent (Mordentshire?) which I think is south of Dementlieu - he may have travelled to that northern domain in order to search for answers to his family tragedy.

By the way, he speaks Mordentish (only, unless I get some bonus language I'm not aware of) - can he communicate with the others?

If the Witchbrand and Grim are known as local "forest spirits" he might seek them out, searching for answers. He will have no desire to speak to the Professor of his "demons" nor his daughter.

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Added some character type detail.

Yet to choose feats and equipment is a work in progress. Might still change around some skills too.

So far:

Marius-Mountebank-the Face
The Witchbrand-Druid-healer/nature boy
Grimwald-Cleric-healer/rebuker
Dayenn-Beguiler-caster

Looks like we need some meat.

Ranger here. Undecided at this stage whether he'll be more into bows or melee. Thinking the former, but depending on how other things shape up, could go the latter.

This is my avatar - background is in the profile (most spoilered for the DM).