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Male Half Orc Fighter (cosair) 1 HP: 14/14| AC: 12/12/10| Fort: +4| Ref: +1| Will: +1| Init: +3| Perc: +2| CMB: +5| CMD: 16| Unarmed: +5;1d4+4|
Skills:
Acrobatics: +1| Appraise:+0| Bluff:-1| Climb:+8| Diplo:-1| Intimidate: +3| Prof. (Sailor): +2|Sense Motive: +1| Stealth: -+1| Survival: +1| Swim: +8|

Special Feat: Misname - Others usually get your name wrong. :P


HRanger8HP80/80,AC22T13FF19,F7R7W4,Init6,Per13

Furnok is appalled at what happened to the winged woman. Part of the reason I got into bounty hunting in the first place.


Male NG Half-Orc Hunter 2 | HP 24 | AC 15 | F 3 W 5 R 4 | Init 2 | Perception 8 | CMB 3 | CMD 5 | 8 Rage Round left | Speed 30 ft

aaand I'm still not in yet. Not til the DM posts again. durnit, and you all seem like such angsty and interesting characters too!
EDIT: Also, I just noticed my avatar has a blue tongue. weird.


CG F Human Oracle 3, Heirophant 1 HP 37/37 | AC21 T15 FF14 | CMD9 | F+2 R+6 W+4 | Init +0 | Perc +7/+12 | SM +7/+12 :a02215: Spells:6/6+erase Trance:4/5 Mythic:5/5
Marrovak Wolftooth wrote:
I just noticed my avatar has a blue tongue. weird.

Blueberry addiction?


Male NG Half-Orc Hunter 2 | HP 24 | AC 15 | F 3 W 5 R 4 | Init 2 | Perception 8 | CMB 3 | CMD 5 | 8 Rage Round left | Speed 30 ft
Arean Star-Eyed wrote:
Marrovak Wolftooth wrote:
I just noticed my avatar has a blue tongue. weird.

Blueberry addiction?

Possible, considering he's a botanist. Not sure he'd eat what he grows except in dire times, concidering he was raised by wolves during his most formative years. Or it might be one of those "ORCS ARE A DIFFERENT SPECIES OKAY GOT IT GOT IT GOOD" things. you know.


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The crystal flickers "And Marrovak, Vigar's twin from whom he was separated from soon after birth should be coming in right about now"

In walks a puzzled looking half orc who says "The fussy little man said I was late and that I should go right in, I just stopped by for some stew, is it in here?"

"And Now The Twelve have gathered again and once a drop of Marrovak's blood is added to the crystal the Blood will be complete." The crystal flickers off again.


Male NG Half-Orc Hunter 2 | HP 24 | AC 15 | F 3 W 5 R 4 | Init 2 | Perception 8 | CMB 3 | CMD 5 | 8 Rage Round left | Speed 30 ft

Marrovak looks around the room, studying his apparent relatives.

how frail these little things are! Especially Vigar, I expected more of him...

"Hello. I am Marrovak, Wolf Berserker of the Scouts, and this is my Pack Brother, Chalimar."

He points to a large wolf by his side, who appears to be staring at all of them in contempt.

"What am I to do, magical being? simply drop some of my blood on this crystal?"

Marrovak takes the blade and cuts a deep gash along his hand, laughing as but a drop of blood falls on the crystal.

my character got this in a simply-worded letter, so you didn't have to add the stew bit.


CG F Human Oracle 3, Heirophant 1 HP 37/37 | AC21 T15 FF14 | CMD9 | F+2 R+6 W+4 | Init +0 | Perc +7/+12 | SM +7/+12 :a02215: Spells:6/6+erase Trance:4/5 Mythic:5/5

The eldest of Arean's hounds, Sir, stiffens at the entrance of the wolf. while the largest hound, Bear, moves to stand between Arean and this presumed enemy. Russ rushes to, eh, cover the flanks of their little pack. Arean gestures them all to the ground. Russ follows Bear's example, sitting attentively, sphinxlike toward the wolf, Russ with evident agitation. Sir takes Bear's place between the wolf and Arean, and ignores her tug on his collar. She tries again, finally moving so her body kept Sir from watching the wolf, forcing him to look at her. At her next command, the elder hound sat. Arean judged it enough.

"I'm sorry for the hounds", she says to Marrovak, "They were not taught to work with worgs." She smiles lightly. "What has the wolf been taught?", she asks, returning the wolf's stare.


Male NG Half-Orc Hunter 2 | HP 24 | AC 15 | F 3 W 5 R 4 | Init 2 | Perception 8 | CMB 3 | CMD 5 | 8 Rage Round left | Speed 30 ft
Arean Star-Eyed wrote:

The eldest of Arean's hounds, Sir, stiffens at the entrance of the wolf. while the largest hound, Bear, moves to stand between Arean and this presumed enemy. Russ rushes to, eh, cover the flanks of their little pack. Arean gestures them all to the ground. Russ follows Bear's example, sitting attentively, sphinxlike toward the wolf, Russ with evident agitation. Sir takes Bear's place between the wolf and Arean, and ignores her tug on his collar. She tries again, finally moving so her body kept Sir from watching the wolf, forcing him to look at her. At her next command, the elder hound sat. Arean judged it enough.

"I'm sorry for the hounds", she says to Marrovak, "They were not taught to work with worgs." She smiles lightly. "What has the wolf been taught?", she asks, returning the wolf's stare.

Morrovak and Chalimar audibly growl at the mention of the word "taught."

"My Pack Brother was not taught; I grew up with him. As such, I can speak with him in the ancient wolf tongue, and so I have not needed to "teach" him things."


CG F Human Oracle 3, Heirophant 1 HP 37/37 | AC21 T15 FF14 | CMD9 | F+2 R+6 W+4 | Init +0 | Perc +7/+12 | SM +7/+12 :a02215: Spells:6/6+erase Trance:4/5 Mythic:5/5

"It's important to have friends", Arean says in what might be acknowledgement, before turning to the reassurance of her hounds.


So, will those guard hounds level up with you? Are you going to take some obscure feat to get Awaken? Also, sorry if my character is a little gruff, but he was raised by wolves. Of course, maybe I should reflect the military discipline in my posts more... Gah, 7 Charisma is hard to roleplay.


Wolf 2HD (Bodyguard Archetype) | HP 18 | P +5 | init +2 | F5 R5 W1 | CMB 2 | CMD 4 | Speed 50 Ft

Suddenly, Chalimar shifts in demeanor, a puzzled look on his face. He turns to Marrovak, and growls,

(Marrovak, these people aren't wolves, what do we do?)


Male NG Half-Orc Hunter 2 | HP 24 | AC 15 | F 3 W 5 R 4 | Init 2 | Perception 8 | CMB 3 | CMD 5 | 8 Rage Round left | Speed 30 ft

Marrovak suddenly realizes his mistake, a semi-surprised look passing over his face.

Right, these people might be bearable to be around.

He clears his throat.

"I apologize, Other-Pack Leader. I forget sometimes that I am not in the scout outpost, being pestered about my accomplishments. What is your name?"

He looks around, and begins laughing heartily, feeling suddenly free of the shackles of his former comrades.

"all of you, what are your names?"

(disregard that time when I called Vigar by name. I was caught off-guard by the shortness of the GM's post.)


CG F Human Oracle 3, Heirophant 1 HP 37/37 | AC21 T15 FF14 | CMD9 | F+2 R+6 W+4 | Init +0 | Perc +7/+12 | SM +7/+12 :a02215: Spells:6/6+erase Trance:4/5 Mythic:5/5

"I am Arean. The hounds are Sir, and Bear, and Russ", she says, touching each of them. " And you, are not in the outpost. You are among family."


HARROW PTS: 3|Reservoir: 12/12|Female Human (Chelaxian) Arcanist 7|HP: 45/45|AC: 11(15)/11/10|Saves: +5 Fort, +3 Ref, +6 Will|Init: +5|Perc: +2

Tassira looks up from the image to see another grizzled half-orc, this one with a wolf in tow.

It's at this point that she realizes that there are a lot of canines in the room with her. Sure, she didn't give Arean's hounds much thought, but now... she wrinkles her nose. It looks like she's trying to hold back a sneeze.

"...my name's Tassira." She says.

Oh, boy. There's going to be so much dog hair everywhere...


Male NG Half-Orc Hunter 2 | HP 24 | AC 15 | F 3 W 5 R 4 | Init 2 | Perception 8 | CMB 3 | CMD 5 | 8 Rage Round left | Speed 30 ft
Arean Star-Eyed wrote:
"I am Arean. The hounds are Sir, and Bear, and Russ", she says, touching each of them. And you, are not in the outpost. You are among family."[/b]

Marrovak struggles to keep an intimidating demeanor, as he realizes that he has found one of his families.

"You... you would be like a wolf pack? Giving no rewards for idiotic titles?"


Wolf 2HD (Bodyguard Archetype) | HP 18 | P +5 | init +2 | F5 R5 W1 | CMB 2 | CMD 4 | Speed 50 Ft
Tassira Vantyev wrote:

Tassira looks up from the image to see another grizzled half-orc, this one with a wolf in tow.

It's at this point that she realizes that there are a lot of canines in the room with her. Sure, she didn't give Arean's hounds much thought, but now... she wrinkles her nose. It looks like she's trying to hold back a sneeze.

"...my name's Tassira." She says.

Oh, boy. There's going to be so much dog hair everywhere...

Chalimar sees Tassira wrinkling her nose.

(is she... sick?)

But Marrovak is starting to tremble. So Chalimar does the one thing he knows will calm him down - he tackles Marrovak to the ground and begins to nip at his neck.


Male NG Half-Orc Hunter 2 | HP 24 | AC 15 | F 3 W 5 R 4 | Init 2 | Perception 8 | CMB 3 | CMD 5 | 8 Rage Round left | Speed 30 ft

"bahaha!"

Marrovak laughs, realizing that Chalimar is trying to calm him down. He pushes him off, and regains his composure.

"Again, it is... so refreshing to be away from the sameness of it all. I thank you all for welcoming me here."

He sits down to catch his breath.


CG F Human Oracle 3, Heirophant 1 HP 37/37 | AC21 T15 FF14 | CMD9 | F+2 R+6 W+4 | Init +0 | Perc +7/+12 | SM +7/+12 :a02215: Spells:6/6+erase Trance:4/5 Mythic:5/5

Arean is about to answer Marrovak, that she's felt more reward for titles she didn't use, when the wolf pounces on him. No real stranger to playful canines, she laughs at these antics, which relaxes Sir, and sets Russ back to sniffing about, roughly toward the dwarf...


Wolf 2HD (Bodyguard Archetype) | HP 18 | P +5 | init +2 | F5 R5 W1 | CMB 2 | CMD 4 | Speed 50 Ft

Chalimar, realizing his work is done, turns towards Bear and introduces himself.

(Hello, I am Chalimar, a Wild One. You are one of the burnt one's pets?)


Notebook | HP 26/26 | AC 14 T 12 FF 13 | CMD 13 | F+2 R+3 W+3 | Init +4 | Perc +10 | SM +6 | Spells 1st 5/6

Ikkvy seems disgusted by such a messy entrance.
"Take a sit, then, Marrovak. We've still have a lot to put into place, we will update you on what you lost later on."


Male NG Half-Orc Hunter 2 | HP 24 | AC 15 | F 3 W 5 R 4 | Init 2 | Perception 8 | CMB 3 | CMD 5 | 8 Rage Round left | Speed 30 ft
Ikvvy wrote:

Ikkvy seems disgusted by such a messy entrance.

"Take a sit, then, Marrovak. We've still have a lot to put into place, we will update you on what you lost later on."

Marrovak is somewhat taken aback by the girl's expression.

"and what is your name, little bird?" he asks, slight hostility ringing in his voice.


Chalimar wrote:

Chalimar, realizing his work is done, turns towards Bear and introduces himself.

(Hello, I am Chalimar, a Wild One. You are one of the burnt one's pets?)

(dogs speak wolf? I guess...)

Bear stays lain down, but sniffs at the wolf. (Huh? Um... she's good. She makes food. And fixes hurts. And little fire for warm. That's the best...}


Wolf 2HD (Bodyguard Archetype) | HP 18 | P +5 | init +2 | F5 R5 W1 | CMB 2 | CMD 4 | Speed 50 Ft
The Warhound wrote:
Chalimar wrote:

Chalimar, realizing his work is done, turns towards Bear and introduces himself.

(Hello, I am Chalimar, a Wild One. You are one of the burnt one's pets?)

(dogs speak wolf? I guess...)

Bear stays lain down, but sniffs at the wolf. (Huh? Um... she's good. She makes food. And fixes hurts. And little fire for warm. That's the best...}

I'm assuming they're more dialects than separate languages, like Spanish and Portuguese.

(Yes... well... that's nice. Goodbye now.)


Elf Slayer 3 Init +10; Hp 27/39; AC 17; T 14; FF 13; Fort 4; Ref 7; Will 3(+5 against enchantment spells and effects); CMD: 18; Perception +9; Sense Motive +7

Eldrian steps forward when the newcommer speaks to Ikvvy and makes sure he stands somewhere between them.


Male NG Half-Orc Hunter 2 | HP 24 | AC 15 | F 3 W 5 R 4 | Init 2 | Perception 8 | CMB 3 | CMD 5 | 8 Rage Round left | Speed 30 ft
Eldrian wrote:
Eldrian steps forward when the newcommer speaks to Ikvvy and makes sure he stands somewhere between them.

heheheh.

"And who are you?"


Male Human (Varisian) Fighter 3 | HP: 42/42 | AC: 22, Touch: 13, FF: 19 | Saves: +5 Fort, +3 Reflex, +2 Will (+2 vs. Fear) | Initiative: +2 | Perception: +8 | Sense Motive +1 | Melee: Holy sword +10 (1d8+6 19-20 x2) Ranged: javelin +5 (1d6+4 20 x2)

"Another Scout veteran? I'm known as Marcos Deangelis. Welcome."


Female Aasimar Oracle 1 | HP: 9/9 | AC: 14, T: 12, FF: 12 | Fort: +1, Ref: +2, Will: +2 (+2 v. Evil) | CMB: +1, CMD: 13 | Init: +4, Perception: +1 |

Kariel quietly and patiently continued to wait in the back of the room as somebody else introduced himself. He seemed... to have quite a lot of orc blood in him, wasn't it? The orcs had been a part of the Empire for a very long time, though she hadn't actually had much to do with them - they were usually considered more as guards than anything else, and her dealings had mostly been among and between the nobility. Still, they'd generally seemed like decent enough fellows, if perhaps a little more violent than she preferred.

Though there had been that one time... had it really been about twenty years now? Wow. Time did pass by.


Notebook | HP 26/26 | AC 14 T 12 FF 13 | CMD 13 | F+2 R+3 W+3 | Init +4 | Perc +10 | SM +6 | Spells 1st 5/6

Ikvvy sighs heavily. She puts a comforting hand on her brother's shoulder. "Don't worry, he is just lost, it seems." She turns to Marowak without a skull helmet. "I'm Ikvvy, and this is my brother Eldrian. Would you please sit now?"


Male NG Half-Orc Hunter 2 | HP 24 | AC 15 | F 3 W 5 R 4 | Init 2 | Perception 8 | CMB 3 | CMD 5 | 8 Rage Round left | Speed 30 ft
Ikvvy wrote:
Ikvvy sighs heavily. She puts a comforting hand on her brother's shoulder. "Don't worry, he is just lost, it seems." She turns to Marowak without a skull helmet. "I'm Ikvvy, and this is my brother Eldrian. Would you please sit now?"

I am not a dinosaur.

Marrovak straightens up. "Sorry, I thought you were irritated by me in some way when you made that face."
and there's me seeping into the RP again. God, I need practice.


Notebook | HP 26/26 | AC 14 T 12 FF 13 | CMD 13 | F+2 R+3 W+3 | Init +4 | Perc +10 | SM +6 | Spells 1st 5/6

"You're fine as everyone else, but we're in the middle of the revelations of ours lives here, and you're late. So please, let's get the record going again." She takes a second look at Kariel, to see if she have recovered from the shock.


Marcos DeAngelis wrote:
"Another Scout veteran? I'm known as Marcos Deangelis. Welcome."

"Ah, another hunter. Hello."

Marrovajk breaths a sigh of relief. at least he's not going to repeat my accomplishments to me. I intend to earn my own keep.

sorry about the inconsistent RPing, guys - it's taking me a little while to settle in to this character, since he has elements pulling him in different directions.


Ikvvy wrote:
"You're fine as everyone else, but we're in the middle of the revelations of ours lives here, and you're late. So please, let's get the record going again." She takes a second look at Kariel, to see if she have recovered from the shock.

...*Facepalm*


Male Half Orc Fighter (cosair) 1 HP: 14/14| AC: 12/12/10| Fort: +4| Ref: +1| Will: +1| Init: +3| Perc: +2| CMB: +5| CMD: 16| Unarmed: +5;1d4+4|
Skills:
Acrobatics: +1| Appraise:+0| Bluff:-1| Climb:+8| Diplo:-1| Intimidate: +3| Prof. (Sailor): +2|Sense Motive: +1| Stealth: -+1| Survival: +1| Swim: +8|

Brother. Twin Brother. Now that's everything. He doesn't care now. Blood calls to Blood. He simply catches Marrovak's eye and points towards some of the still full bowls of soup. Wait, there's only one left. How had he known to put out 12 bowls and several other smaller ones for the pets? His eyes narrow.

Manipuations of the highest order. He feels his rage bubbling up again but he quells it down. His brother on the other hand.......

It's ok marrovak, We're supposed twins. We should know each other instinctivey. Also we are not only Rager, We happen to be Neutral Good too and legionares. lol Not a bad start.


Male NG Half-Orc Hunter 2 | HP 24 | AC 15 | F 3 W 5 R 4 | Init 2 | Perception 8 | CMB 3 | CMD 5 | 8 Rage Round left | Speed 30 ft
Vigar Savage wrote:

Brother. Twin Brother. Now that's everything. He doesn't care now. Blood calls to Blood. He simply catches Marrovak's eye and points towards some of the still full bowls of soup. Wait, there's only one left. How had he known to put out 12 bowls and several other smaller ones for the pets? His eyes narrow.

Manipuations of the highest order. He feels his rage bubbling up again but he quells it down. His brother on the other hand.......

It's ok marrovak, We're supposed twins. We should know each other instinctivey. Also we are not only Rager, We happen to be Neutral Good too and legionares. lol Not a bad start.

heh, yeah.

Marrovak takes the soup and eats it, taking an herb out of his pocket and putting it in the soup after the first taste. wait, I don't know anything about cooking... What weasel-trick is this?

After he put the spice in, he handed it back to Vigar - who?


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My career was varied, sometimes with the legions, mostly with one intelligence service or another, even a few stints to the War College and the Imperial University. I continued to struggle with what I saw when I drank from the fountain, to try to give it meaning. The others continued to serve the Empire and advance the plans that Gregor and Gorin had in their own ways.

I often undertook assignments and missions that no ordinary man could ever hope to achieve and gradually grew to look upon the medals, awards, and other accolades I received as not having any real meaning. After all an ordinary man who knows he is ordinary and still displays great courage ought to more lauded the extraordinary man in the same circumstances. I may have grown even more reckless than needed to prove myself deserving of the recognition I was receiving. Marieta certainly thought I had.

My children were my delight and comfort, Alessa, Heinz, and once I knew of them Ivy, Rose, and William DiAngelis the second. Of course according to the wishes of their mothers I had to keep my distance from the last three, but by the time their existence was revealed to me I had plenty of friends in high and low places. I received regular reports about their welfare and was able to offer some unnoticed help from time to time.

Alessa took after her mother in both beauty and brains, but were her mother’s mind was focused on science; Alessa’s was focused on cultures and languages. I eventually resorted to acquiring a very expensive magic ring that let me understand any language I heard so I could tell what my teenage daughter was muttering under her breath. She attended the Imperial University like her mother and met and married a young man of a good wealthy family by the name of Tomas Ancona. I of course had him thoroughly investigated and vetted.

Heinz was very different from his sister, not her opposite completely for they had the same brilliance that their mother had, but where she was outgoing, he was shy, where she loved team sports, he preferred solo activities. I feared he would take to the attic and write depressing poetry. He surprised me though by taking up the study of nature, birds and wild flowers in particular. As an adult he wondered the wild lands with a pair of large wolves, and his art supplies. He often forgot to take food, or a tent, or spare clothing. My wife and I worried every time he set on the door, and neither of us believed he would ever get married, but we were wrong because when he was in his forties someone found him who thought he was just what she needed in her life.

He met his wife Felice, Gratus’s daughter, in The Mire, while she was leading a patrol. She told me that he was up to his waist in quicksand, with his wolf companions sitting on solid ground nearby with canine grins on their faces, and he was calmly using color pencils to illustrate his sketch of a rare bird that was sitting on a branch hanging over the quicksand. Despite her being more than 20 years younger, she had the unit chaplain marry them the next day and she resigned her commission within the month. I asked her once why she gave up her career and she said the care and feeding of an eccentric genius was far more challenging than anything the legion could present her with. The two eventually had a pair of twin boys Vigar, and Marrovak.

Time went on and our plans progressed, not without the occasional mishap and tragedy, but we generally made progress. Gregor became Emperor and Gorin took leadership of his House both when I turned 34. When I was 35 Gregor and I had a very public falling out and I was forced out of Imperial Service and took up teaching at the Imperial University. It was all staged of course, although I taught classes, did research, and wrote papers and books, I also took my place as the Chief Intelligence officer of the Empire. For 20 years I maintained a double there in the capital as both Professor and spy master.

Alessa and her husband had a pair of twins, a boy they name Vors after me, a girl they named Mara after my wife and Tomas’s mother whose name was Marlissa. Both children displayed signs of magic early and I hand them exempted from the draft for the simple reason they were Alenkines. As they grew older it became obvious that Mara’s gifts were much like her mother’s languages, song, and dance, people and history. She earned entrance to the Bardic College at age 13 with a performance of both song and magic as her admission piece. She married young, at age 17, to fellow bard named Swanson, 3 times her age and one of her Professors, I was against it but everything I could discover said the two truly loved each other. He died inside a year, the first in a string of grisly murders which had arcane ritual overtones that would go on for years before we discovered what was going on.

Vors followed the wizard’s path to power. It was clear from a young age that he was fascinated by magic and he could always be found with some text or another in his hands. He was not a kind boy, he did not have friends so much as he had followers. He could be quite cruel and vicious to those that did not obey him. Mara was afraid of him from a young age.

Even now I don’t want to go into the details of what happened. To say it badly and gloss over much, Vors found a way to rip a person’s magic, even the potential for magic a person might have, out of that person; then take it and absorb it into himself. Where he learned to do that I’ve never been quite sure, I had suspicions and theories, and could make quite a good guess but I’m convinced that the certainty of knowing would come at the cost of my soul. I can tell you that he discovered that it worked better if he was related by blood to the victim, the closer the relationship the better, and that if better if the victim was female.

I know now that Mara found him killing their mother and draining her magic, and she fled, running from for years. I think she thought Lord Stansburg could protect her, but something about Stansburg made her flee him as well. I think she gave you to the finders Braden because she knew that Vors wouldn’t challenge the security of the Imperial Mage Academy, much the same plan we had for protecting Ikkvy (of course that didn’t work out in the slightest). I also know that Vors finally found Mara and killed her.

His yet with his crimes undiscovered, Vors undertook a journey to the Grand Oracle. I don’t know what he was told but he began to avidly romantically pursue three different women. Calinda, the Jewell of House Rastar, sorceress and wizard both, she was the darling Marthos’s High Society. Lucy, Eldrian’s mother, who once had been a famous bard, and now struggled with mental illness and Naydia Mindurian in whose family ran the blood of the Queens of Maridum (one of the cities of the Horse Lords) but who now raised and trained wolves and worgs for the goblin riders of the Empire’s Legions in Herzag. He used magic to transport himself from place to place and magic to conceal his identity and intentions where needed.

He succeeded with Naydia first, not for any lack of character on her part, but Lucy was a married women, and Calinda was courted by the best and brightest of the Empire. Naydia had nothing more than the concerns and expectations of a normal young woman to defend her from his advances. Calinda, to bed her he needed to wed her nothing else would do, and how he finally succeeded with Lucy, I simply don’t know. You Arean were born six months before your sisters, Tassira and Ikkvy who were born on the same day just minutes apart from each other. On your first birthday Arean your father came to your mother’s house killed her and stripped her latent magic from her. He then went to do the same to you but when he touched you black flames consumed his hands and he was forced to flee. Your Aunt, your mother’s older sister, took you in and raised you as her own.

Caught up in rage and pain, or maybe working to a time table we don’t understand, Vors teleported with a small band of followers to the grounds of the Palace in Marthos were the family had gathered for your naming day ceremony Tassira, an Alkenkine tradition, that Gregor felt should be upheld. We didn’t yet know of Vors evil deeds he could have simply walked in, but he chose to assault the palace. Dozens died. He found your mother in the hallway outside the nursery along with Oleg, Heinz and Felice. The four of them succeed where 200 Imperial Guardsmen had failed; they killed ever one Vors’ followers. He walked in to nursery after taking your mother’s magic and life with ever intention I’m sure of doing to same to do you but was stopped by something no one expected, the blessed cold iron point of a toddler sized spear driven into the back of his knee by an 18 month old Vigar.

Felice had placed plush spears into both of your cribs, Vigar and Marrovak, as soon as you were born. Oleg seeing that had said something like finally there are true warriors born into the family. He swore that as soon as you learned to walk he would get you first real weapons. True to his word he did, going so far as to have the blades of the spears he had made for the two of you fashioned out of cold iron, and blessed in the temple of Sarenrae.
I found out later the reason that you weren’t there that day Marrovak, was that your mother had a dream that told her both her sons would die that day. If she took both to the palace with her, so she left you at home with your father’s wolf pack.

I think Vors must have been astonished, and then amused by what you did Vigar. Instead of instantly killing you he just slapped you across the room and started laughing uncontrollably. That’s how Maric, Cassandra, Gregor and I found him when we burst into the room. Vors held us off long enough to for him to teleport away.

My kids home again because of below zero temperatures and are ruining my concentration. I think I have finished telling how everyone is related to the professor, if I missed someone let me know. Please post in the discussion thread one to 3 items you think the professor might have thought useful for your character, magic items are allow. The next crystal post shoud be the end of the crystal posts


Loot Sheet |Male Human (Varisian) Occultist (Reliquarian, Naturalist) 5 | HP 37/37 | AC:22 T:13 F:20 CMD:18 | F+5 R+6 W+3 | Perc+11 | Init+2 (+4 if act in surprise rd) | 10 nonlethal
Arrow:
HP 19/19 | AC:16 T:13 F:13 CMD:15 | F+5 R+4 W+6 | Perc+6
GMGhost1776 wrote:

Even now I don’t want to go into the details of what happened. To say it badly and gloss over much, Vors found a way to rip a person’s magic, even the potential for magic a person might have, out of that person; then take it and absorb it into himself. Where he learned to do that I’ve never been quite sure, I had suspicions and theories, and could make quite a good guess but I’m convinced that the certainty of knowing would come at the cost of my soul. I can tell you that he discovered that it worked better if he was related by blood to the victim, the closer the relationship the better, and that if better if the victim was female.

I know now that Mara found him killing their mother and draining her magic, and she fled, running from for years. I think she thought Lord Stansburg could protect her, but something about Stansburg made her flee him as well. I think she gave you to the finders Braden because she knew that Vors wouldn’t challenge the security of the Imperial Mage Academy, much the same plan we had for protecting Ikkvy (of course that didn’t work out in the slightest). I also know that Vors finally found Mara and killed her.

As Brad hears the revelation, that his mother had been tracked down and killed by his own uncle, he realizes that his nascent hope for a reunion with his long lost mother had been snatched away. His mother was dead, killed for magic and lust for power. He was alone again, without family. He pounds the table with a resounding thud. "That son of a whore!" he shouts, without really realizing that he's insulting his own grandmother. "There will be vengeance, I swear it." His muscles strain under the tension in his fists.


HARROW PTS: 3|Reservoir: 12/12|Female Human (Chelaxian) Arcanist 7|HP: 45/45|AC: 11(15)/11/10|Saves: +5 Fort, +3 Ref, +6 Will|Init: +5|Perc: +2

Tassira justs sits in stunned silence.

...he wants me. Wants my blood. Wants my magic. Killed my blood-mother for it.

She glances over at Vigar. And the monster was driven off by a toddler.

"...but the nightmares I've been having. Are those from..." She lets the question hang in the air, unspoken.

And I'm, what, royalty? That's insane. I'm no ruler.


Male Human (Ulfen) NG Lore Warden 3 | HP: 39/39 | AC:17(18) T:13(14) FF 14 | CMB +6 (8 on Trip and Reposition) CMD 18 (20 vs trip and Reposition) | Fort 5 Ref 3 Will 2 | Initiative +2 | Perception +7 (5 if sight based) | Sense Motive -1

Rowan is still writing furiously.

What power this Vors Ancona had...I wonder if it is possible to give magic as well... The mage problem could be fixed that way...


Male NG Half-Orc Hunter 2 | HP 24 | AC 15 | F 3 W 5 R 4 | Init 2 | Perception 8 | CMB 3 | CMD 5 | 8 Rage Round left | Speed 30 ft

"That is... astonishing. The Pack... You are all part of the Pack..."

So my father was the true Pack Leader...


Notebook | HP 26/26 | AC 14 T 12 FF 13 | CMD 13 | F+2 R+3 W+3 | Init +4 | Perc +10 | SM +6 | Spells 1st 5/6

But we are so different! Being born in the same day! She looks at Tassira again, but the woman was too worried about the revelations occurred long ago. There was no updated info about Lucy, but honestly, she did not care. I had much a better life than I would have had in the army, that's for sure. Thanks again brother...


Male Half Orc Fighter (cosair) 1 HP: 14/14| AC: 12/12/10| Fort: +4| Ref: +1| Will: +1| Init: +3| Perc: +2| CMB: +5| CMD: 16| Unarmed: +5;1d4+4|
Skills:
Acrobatics: +1| Appraise:+0| Bluff:-1| Climb:+8| Diplo:-1| Intimidate: +3| Prof. (Sailor): +2|Sense Motive: +1| Stealth: -+1| Survival: +1| Swim: +8|

Vigar tastes the soup handed back to him.
Mint. Does give a certain freshness to the soup. Nice going Marrovak..Wait.....How Did I Know that?

As the image of Crispin goes on........

I have a brother? Gratus is my grandfather? Why do I not remember?

Because you choose not too.

Sigh. Stay out of my head and just who are you.

Vigar sweats a little as he struggles to keep his demeanour stoic, his mind clear and most of all in control.............


CG F Human Oracle 3, Heirophant 1 HP 37/37 | AC21 T15 FF14 | CMD9 | F+2 R+6 W+4 | Init +0 | Perc +7/+12 | SM +7/+12 :a02215: Spells:6/6+erase Trance:4/5 Mythic:5/5

Papa wasn't her father. A madman spell-bleeder was. And he'd sired two other girls here, and killed and bled their mothers, and... hers. Not Mama. Arean sank to the floor with a faint sob at the thought of Mama hurt. Destroyed. Consumed.

Bear was beside her as she reached the floor, Sir behind him, watchful of the wolf while Bear bodied against her, offering himself for her embrace. She took it, embracing the big hound, his whine of worry covering hers of grief. For... no, not Mama. For her mother. The madman had farmed her mother, their mothers, husbanding one, in husbandry of them all.

In rage and grief, she sobbed. She groaned. She roared. Bear howled with her, then Russ howled, following Bear. Sir glanced at the wolf, and dropped his watch to join the howling. Arean held her hounds, and roared, and raged, and wept. For a mother she'd never known, a hollow she'd always felt, and a madman, she would meet too soon, and not soon enough.


Male NG Half-Orc Hunter 2 | HP 24 | AC 15 | F 3 W 5 R 4 | Init 2 | Perception 8 | CMB 3 | CMD 5 | 8 Rage Round left | Speed 30 ft

قطع نظر میرا خاندان ہے جو، میں اپنی ماں کے بھیڑیوں نے مجھے دیا خوش ہوں کہ.

translation of thoughts:
regardless of who my family is, I am happy that my mother gave me to the wolves.

Marrovak rubs Chalimar's head as he thinks about all this.

he turns and sees Vigar's condition, and a worried expression crosses his and Chalimar's faces.
"What is wrong, Blood-Brother?"

Then he hears the dogs howling, our master is sad! Her real father was a bat!
And he sees Arean raging.
"Why are you crying? It is the past. No matter who our true family is, we always have the ones who raised us."

Chalimar barks in agreement, sensing his brother's warm words.

I have decided that wolves actually speak an ancient but coherent language, composed of growls, scratches, and various other body language. That's whar Marro is speaking in.


Male NG Half-Orc Hunter 2 | HP 24 | AC 15 | F 3 W 5 R 4 | Init 2 | Perception 8 | CMB 3 | CMD 5 | 8 Rage Round left | Speed 30 ft

so I decided to translate Marrovak's speech into Urdu and back again, and it's really helping me simplify his speech patterns. Thank you, random obscure language...


Male Half Orc Fighter (cosair) 1 HP: 14/14| AC: 12/12/10| Fort: +4| Ref: +1| Will: +1| Init: +3| Perc: +2| CMB: +5| CMD: 16| Unarmed: +5;1d4+4|
Skills:
Acrobatics: +1| Appraise:+0| Bluff:-1| Climb:+8| Diplo:-1| Intimidate: +3| Prof. (Sailor): +2|Sense Motive: +1| Stealth: -+1| Survival: +1| Swim: +8|

that's what happens posting from my phone. The formating runs away. It was supposed to be all thoughts though Vigar's discomfort is easy to see. Then again everybody is discomforted.


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After, the assault on the palace and the deaths of so many loved ones, we had much more information to work with. Plans changed, protections were put into place to help keep you all safe as we came to realize what Vors was doing. We took extreme measures to hide your connection to the Alenkines and to me. Measures that were both magical and mundane. Ikkvy and Eldrain’s mother still lives at the time I recorded this although Elrond has almost certainly moved her by now. Ancient magics that we invoked to protect your childhood home faded upon your maturity Ikkvy which is when we were going to enroll you into the service Academy. We intended to pull you out after your graduation.

Arean’s mother’s family took over her protection. The Mindurian Queens may no long rule but their blood still holds power and there are many even after all this time who answered the call to protect one of that lineage. For Tassira, we made you disappear. Your god parents, Maric and Cassandra, legally adopted you and raised you as far from Imperial concerns as we thought safe. Anyone who might have had a suspicion as to your real identity was dealt with so that not even magical interrogation would reveal that information.

There are similar stories to tell about all of you but we would be here all night and I’m sure you are all tired of hearing this old man speak. So let’s try to wrap this up. You are probably asking yourself ‘what does this old man want?’ or ‘nothing is free; what’s the catch here’. Those are good questions. I admit that long ago I had hoped to see my work continue. To see the Storm adverted or lessened. To have the Empire made safe. With my death fast approaching and knowing that Vors will kill and torture me for hours for information on the whereabouts of you 12, the knowledge that you are here together now has been a comfort for I know that I will not break.

I want you to stay safe and grow strong. I want you to not have to live in fear. I want you to know that you are not alone and that those in this room can be depended on and trusted. I want you to know that you have my love now and you always have.

Now as to what I think you should do. If you want to avert the Storm you’ll have to continue my research into some obscure branches of magic. You’ll have access to my research notes but there are four avenues of investigation that hold some promise that I was never able to follow up on, all have to do with cities or civilizations lost to history. I have however found some clues of where to look.

The lost city-states of Tuma and Lagueen should be looked into. Tuma was a bulwark of the forces of light against the darkness, and was famed thousands of years ago for its protective magics. The wizards of Lagueen, which also vanished thousands of years ago, were rumored to have mastered time magic on a scale that let them affect their entire nation.

In the deserts of the far south more than a few civilizations have disappeared under the shifting sands. You need to investigate the city-state of Cynidicea I believe you may find in their records a tale of something like the Storm happening before. If I’m right maybe discovering what happened then may tell us what to do now. If you go into the deserts befriend Medjay, they still watch over and defend many ancient sites.

The last isn’t an actual civilization but an island that floats in the sky. The archmage Elyas died just before the founding of the Empire, He had almost as many bolt holes and hideaways as I did, and like me not all have been found. In a move that was such a silly idea that no one thought anyone would really do it, He found a way to make a rather large Island float in the air. The island since his death travels a rather predictable course through the skies around the world, but no one can land on it without a special magical pass of Elyas design. There could be any number of useful things on that island. I do not however have any idea of where a pass can be obtained. A man by the name of Elwyn does, I don’t trust him and neither should you but there is information on how to find him if you chose to do so.

Now as to inheritance, everyone please put on the Alenkine signet ring. There once was an organization known at the Pathfinder Society and they had a signature item of equipment that can still occasionally be found called a wayfinder. Inspired by them I wondered if anyone had ever done anything similar. I eventually found these rings tucked away in a hidden vault on one of the Alenkine Estates. While I know there is nothing harmful, I haven’t unlocked all their secrets. I also know that they are all not the same. On the chest where I retrieved them was the inscription The Ring Picks The Wearer and the chest only allowed me to remove these 12 before closing and sealing itself shut. I think you each will have to investigate what each ring will do.

I’m also leaving a number of you various properties scattered across the Empire. Mr. Massys has the complete list and will handle the legal paperwork transferring title and ownership to you in the morning. Four however need special mention by me now because I’ve stored some useful information and items in secret rooms there against your need.

First a small keep known as Crispin’s Castle, it’s located near Alfar’s Gap. It has a wizard's laboratory and a nice library on the underground level. Shortly before my death I received noticed that a small band of bandits had broken into it and wearing using it as a base. I highly doubt they managed to break into the secret room because that is keyed to our family’s blood, but they may have triggered some of the more unusual protections I put into place. Hopefully after all this time they are gone, I don’t know. I’m leaving this to Rowan.

Second a small castle called Castellan’s Keep in the wild lands near the Grand Oracle. It sits upon a major caravan route and there is a small but well trained force of cavalry, infantry, and crossbowmen stationed there loyal not to the Empire or House Alenkine but to me and my heirs. There is a small library there of carefully selected collection of books that should prove useful. Being in the wild there are a number of areas nearby that are of concern, chief among them is a collection of caves which no matter how often they are cleaned out seems to refill with rebels, malcontents, and some of the wild tribes which reject the authority of the Empire. Be very watchful. This I’m leaving to Furnok.

The Third is a villa in the elvish village of Silver Leaves. It is near the Ruins of Haviel. The village houses a small school for beginning elvish wizards, called the Siswa, a name which is also used for its staff and students. The village sits inside the borders of southern Elvish kingdom not far from the Imperial Highway. I’ve placed a rather extensive library there and the leader of school holds the keys to the lower level of the Villa, he has my trust, his name is Adrais. I leave this to Ikkvy.

The Forth is a townhouse in the Capital, Marthos. I’m not sure I should leave it to you as going to the capital too soon, might embroil you in politics before you are ready. Vors is not our family’s only enemy and the approaching Storm not the only threat to the Empire. Going here is sure to expose you to many new dangerous. Still it has just as good as library as the one at the villa and an engineering workroom that belonged to my wife. I leave this to Tassira.

The rest of you will be receiving various properties as well, as I said Mr. Massys will handle the paperwork in the morning and there should be a list in the folders that you have in front of you. Everything else is straight forward except perhaps for Arean’s.

I’m leaving Arean ownership to a small shipping company called The Queens of the North; they operate a fleet of five to ten vessels, mostly ocean going but still capable of navigating the deeper waters of our major rivers. The company fell into my hands suddenly shortly before my death and I didn’t have time to investigate as thoroughly as I would like, but they approached me knowing that I was your Great Grandfather and they would only sell the company to you. Technically I was merely a trustee, I am certain this has something to do with your mother’s heritage.

I’ve got to end this now and get this sent off to the lawyer before Vors finds me in an hour or so.

Rowan, it was a joy teaching you and I wish I could have told you who I was, I hope you know how proud of you I was, now you know that it was the pride of a grandfather and not just that of a mentor.

Ikkvy and Aearn, you may not remember me but I broke my own rules and visited you both as children, disguising myself as the old peddler who left you the porcelain dolls and it was I who sent you the necklace when you turned 16.

Marcos, the DeAngelis have a habit of dying in Imperial Service, so just before you entered the Legions I managed to get a special horse, suit of armor, shield, and sword sent to the Steading. Like every stubborn DeAngelis I have ever known you managed to do everything your own way. You put the horse out to stud, sold the armor for seed for your fields, gave the shield to your friend who needed one, and left the sword on the wall thinking it a decorative piece. You are so much like my friend William, that I know the last DeAngelis will continue to do what he thinks is right no matter what.

Krag, my nephews have a habit of getting themselves killed. Try to break that trend. Oh since I wasn’t there to get you drunk your first time, I may have left a few bottles of 400 year old Elvish whiskey around in various places, for you to find. Traditions have to be upheld after all. Don’t tell your mother. I may be dead but I’m quite sure I would her yelling about it the afterlife.

Kareil and Braden, you have family now that will be with you and stand by you. They will also probably argue you with you and try to tell you what to do and get on your nerves. That’s okay, that’s what family do. They will also love you.

Marrovak and Vigar, Gratus and I were there when you were born and he said to be as you came out screaming at the world ‘Those two for the Legions’. You both liked to pee on me and despite that you’ve turned out very well. I’m very proud.

Furnok, you probably don’t remember me either, but I saw you as a boy as well, in the disguise of a rootless vagabond storyteller, I believe I enlisted your aid in stealing cookies from your mother a time or two. You are very much like my son Heinz, but have a much more sensible head on your shoulders.

Eldrain, there is chance that you are Swimmer from my youth, if so you still owe me 10 gold pieces because I know that I won that dice game. Give it to your sister and take care of yourself and her.

Tassira, seeing you today, was like seeing my wife again. Oh how I wish had taken the risk to see you as a child but we’d killed too many people to keep the knowledge of your whereabouts a secret to take the chance. You brought me a great deal of joy today.

Farewell all of you. I do love you, even you Eldrain because as frustrating as you are you’ve taken far better care of your sister than you know. Good Luck and if you can’t stay safe leave the other guy dead in the street.


Male Human (Varisian) Fighter 3 | HP: 42/42 | AC: 22, Touch: 13, FF: 19 | Saves: +5 Fort, +3 Reflex, +2 Will (+2 vs. Fear) | Initiative: +2 | Perception: +8 | Sense Motive +1 | Melee: Holy sword +10 (1d8+6 19-20 x2) Ranged: javelin +5 (1d6+4 20 x2)
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Marcos, the DeAngelis have a habit of dying in Imperial Service, so just before you entered the Legions I managed to get a special horse, suit of armor, shield, and sword sent to the Steading. Like every stubborn DeAngelis I have ever known you managed to do everything your own way. You put the horse out to stud, sold the armor for seed for your fields, gave the shield to your friend who needed one, and left the sword on the wall thinking it a decorative piece. You are so much like my friend William, that I know the last DeAngelis will continue to do what he thinks is right no matter what.

Fascinating. I had no idea...

"It would seem we have our work laid out ahead of us. That is, if we are to embark upon a dangerous, likely fruitless quest of saving the world."

Marcos places the signet ring on his finger with a grin, finishes the last of his ale, and clonks the mug back onto the table.

"So, who's up for some hero-quest-action?"


Male Human (Ulfen) NG Lore Warden 3 | HP: 39/39 | AC:17(18) T:13(14) FF 14 | CMB +6 (8 on Trip and Reposition) CMD 18 (20 vs trip and Reposition) | Fort 5 Ref 3 Will 2 | Initiative +2 | Perception +7 (5 if sight based) | Sense Motive -1

Tears well up in Rowan's eyes as he writes Professor Vors Crispins last words to him.

It was a joy learning from you as well, old man. I will continue on learning the things you didn't have time for in life.

He then looks to his ring, studying it closely.

Secrets, eh? And not harmful? I wonder...

Rowan begins to flail about, saying random words and phrases under his breath, trying to activate the ring by chance.

UMD DC 25-Activate Blindly: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29


Rowan:
A roll of 20 on an unknown magical device, what to do... what to do. You managed to active both darkvision and detect magic at the same time, I'm tempted to say that you've briefly blinded yourself. The detect magic will work just like the 0 level spell and you can use it twice a day per level.

The darkvision is out to 60 feet, and is usable for 1 hour per level, not all that time has to be used at once. Each time it is activated it lasts a min. of 5 mins.

In the future you will not have to roll to activate it.

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