Sorry, work and life has been really busy. I'm gonna try to join in on some RP for hex exploration this afternoon or evening. But I can't promise.
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This is my first Kingdom building experience, so I'm fine with whatever. From a character perspective, Faun would highly support developing sustainable farms and irrigation systems. One of her personal missions is to show communities how to have a deeper relationship with the earth, the flying space rock that gives them life. That way, instead of people and the earth grinding each other into dust, they can work in tandem, cooperatively, and produce much fruit. (There's too many puns, and for that, I am sorry).
Faun advises "There's no harm in letting her interview him. He hasn't been loquacious with us, perhaps he'll speak to her. But someone should be in there with her."
Don't apologize for that! Congrats are in order for you, good sir!
"It's early days for us all, but the building is coming along nicely. We keep the building open at all times, for any who need prayer or possibly shelter for the night. Opening it up to multiple faiths has proven smart, as attendance has increased a noticeable amount. Most people still worship Pharasma but there are a handful who visit the other shrines as well. Travelers have expressed gratitude for a shrine to Desna. There's also been some interest in the Green Faith. Honestly, it seems that the people are beginning to trust me more, thus they approach me more. I'm worried how the venerable priest is taking it though. I don't want him to feel useless, but I can't allow him overstep."
Was anything else found in the lower levels of the prison ruin during renovations?Hmm...good question. Let me see if the last set of adventurers through Harrowstone left anything behind, and if the workers you hired didn't pocket anything for themselves... My guess is that they wouldn't have even begun work on the castle until they had spent another day or two in the lower levels.
Was anything else found in the lower levels of the prison ruin during renovations?
Thanks! Yeah I didn’t mention to him the kind of environment our town was in, I just told him the basic idea and asked for a rough sketch. And I was thinking the same thing, that Faun’s talents might supplant a need to spend BP. We can probably rebuild the temple at least framework-wise, and the inside made to give off the impression of being inside a giant tree. Over time, Faun can plant and grow trees around the building, probably even use warp wood or other spells.
I asked a friend to do a rough sketch of the proposed temple idea.
Over the next month, Faunlara begins talks to completely remodel the destroyed Pharasma church into a multi-faith community center, made out of planted trees close together, yet sealed, trunks bound so tightly that there are no leaks when it rains. On the outside are symbols of various faiths, the most prominent one being Pharasma, centered above the entrance way. Slightly smaller, on one side or the other are familiar symbols of other prominent faiths: the bow & arrow symbol or Erastil, the leaf-like face of the druidic Green Faith, the butterfly of Desna, as well as the familiar rainbow bird of Shelyn. Inside follows the same theme, with the most prominent shrine at the far end devoted to Pharasma, with simpler shrines devoted to the others placed into alcoves that run along the sides. She'll work with a local architect to design this, and of course she'll be out there with everyone else helping to build it.
One of Faunlara's primary goals was to work with Ravengro's farmers to build more environmentally sustainable farms, designing farms so that the land works with the people instead of against them.
So, while still trying to learn the specific mechanics, Faun as character (and I as the player) don't care much as to what building we rebuild. Probably not the prison, especially since we haven't even cleared the whole thing yet. For the festival edicts, Faun would suggest at least 6, replacing the burning festival with a Founding Festival, at least 1 Pharasma festival, probably some sort of harvest festival in the fall... **I'll finish this thought later, lunch break over**
"Yes, a founding festival of sorts is what I was thinking would be best. We could set up a committee to work out the details, but I think it should be held soon - before the month's end - if possible. Now, Father Grimburrow, I am actually committed to ridding Ravengro, and this new county of Canterwall, of such a destructive....celebration... based upon dark memories and unfading superstitions. Tell me, are any other faiths prominent among the people here? Erastil, or perhaps followers of the green faith? I seek to be inclusive... and also to be your friend." She added that last part in hopes of easing any unrest in the venerable priest's mind. She did not want to be his enemy, nor his subordinate.
Faun shot a look towards to elf. Hmm, he opened his mouth without spewing idiocy and bile...mostly. I'd hoped to establish some sort of new festival and leave their superstitious fiery tirades behind. All in good time, I suppose. Faunlara stands silent, regal yet casual, with very muddy boots. She tries to keep an eye out for the Pharasma priest.
"Hmm, well, this is all very interesting. My companion and I have been...aimless for a time. I think he longs for us to venture beyond the Bright Veil, but... no matter. Ravengro has presented a somewhat nice change of pace. To stay here long-term and serve these people, I'd need some sort of position that allows me help develop and protect the farmlands and overall agricultural stability of the county. And although I'm no acolyte, the spiritual wellness of these people could use some tending to. I wouldn't disagree with trying to meet the people's religious needs..albeit in an unconventional way."
"We've been here - what - less than a week? Rumors must fly if word has traveled that quickly. And we're being entrusted with leadership? Authority? I smell desperation in these decisions."
She approaches the Brandt and Talanova So basically, the council has to nominate a new leader, and it can't be one already on the council... is that right?"
Reaching Ravengro proper with Ornmeil'lon behind her just as the unknown rider dismounts her horse, she listens with silent intensity.
Faun and Ornmeil'lon will go out to sleep near the edge of the woods. When the sky shows hints of an impending dawn, Faunlara's eyes open, and she meditates until sunrise. She finds a nearby bush with berries on it, and she cast Goodberry. They plump up a bit and look as delicious as that ancient forbidden fruit. With a satisfied look on her face, she drops the berries into the pouch on her hip and she begins heading back towards the Outward Inn. As she approaches town, her face becomes impassive and impossible to read.
Level Up:
HP: +6 (5+1) Saves: N/A
Feat: Point-blank Shot Gained Level 3 spells (2/day) ----- Ornmeil'lon Feat: Intimidating Prowess (Add STR to Intimidate in addition to CHA)
Glad I finally looked at the discussion page. I'll have Faun's advances posted soon.
"Calm down. And start at the beginning. Let's start with how long you knew Alain, and how long you knew Lenora." "Yes, we know Lenora," she says in response to his questioning look. "She's very sweet, and utterly terrified."
In a gentle voice like honey, kneeling before the dwarven woman, Faun intones, "That sounds like a swell idea. Do whatever you think best." Then, her eyes narrow, not in an accusatory or suspicious angle, but simply a face of sudden seriousness, but also a few lines that suggest sympathy and understanding. Turning her gaze towards Edgrin, placing a hand on his elbow,
She stands, and leads the way, never releasing the gentle grip on his elbow, towards the Outside Inn. She'll gesture to the others as well to come. If he complies and doesn't resist, she'll find an empty room where they can talk, or ask if one of the others wishes to volunteer their chambers.
When Faun finally arrives, having been delayed when Ornmeil'lon stumbled over some rough uneven stones on the road, and upon witnessing the man crying over the apparently undead, well, formerly undead body of Alain, her eyes narrow.
Thank you for the update, Faun. I hope you guys have fun! We definitely did! But we're glad to be home.
In a moment, Faun is up on Ornmeil'lon's shoulders as it bounds towards the Outward Inn. She draws her bow and nocks an arrow. "Liikuta kiireesti, ystäväni" Elvish: Move with haste, my friend
Post for all games: I'm taking my youth group from church to an event in Gatlinburg this weekend, leaving late morning Friday and not getting back until late Monday night. I might be able to post some, but it'll be from my phone so posts will be short. Feel free to bot me if necessary, GM
She looks to everyone, so all may have a chance to speak. She herself says perhaps they could finish looking at this floor today, but doesn't mind waiting until the morning. She does, however intend on inspecting the watery section outside the prison today. "Ornmeil'lon and I will stay here tonight, perhaps at the base of the steps leading up to your, dwelling, Lenora. Would that be alright with you?"
"Let's be clear, sir knight, on what we have 'discovered.' We were tasked with investigating this place and recruiting individuals willing to tear it down so we might put something more useful in its place, correct?" "What we have discovered so far is zero evidence of any angry spirits of dead murderers, which seems to be what they fear most. It's obvious that this whole should be torn down. Our investigation into the murder of Alain is independent of our task assigned by the council." She takes Lenora's hand, "I don't want to cause any trouble for our new friend. All in all, it seems...unwise to make any reports other than 'it's ongoing' until we have completed the task. .. .. But do what you want." She smiles. And it's sincere. Which is weird considering the mood of the conversation. Faunlara clearly isn't fully aware of the normal social cues.
GM: for Lenora's reaction and explanation.
Faun and Lenora aid in the search
Faun asks Lenora if she'd like to go back outside with Ornmeil'lon, or stay in here. "I'm gonna push forward just a bit to see what rooms are beyond this one. You can accompany me if you wish, but I don't what, if anything, awaits." She'll leave the treant with the woman if she's willing, unless she wishes to go with Faun, in which case all three will venture north and check out the room to the west .
Faun goes to the destroyed part of the prison where walls used to stand, and examines the grounds and pooling waters below.
She opens a small barrel that sits near the ledge, and checks its contents. If it's empty or contains nothing of interest or value, Ornmeil'lon kicks it gently over the edge.
"It is hard to say at this point, and I would be reckless to begin speculating. Truth, real truth, can almost never be known. But that doesn't mean we won't search for it."
As she rounds the corner seconds later, ready to enter the fray, she sees an odd cloud of sooty smoke find its way outside the building, and the fiery creature no where to be found. "What was that?" She moves her hands in circles over her heart, speaking one of the most commonly heard incantations around, then thrusts her gesture towards the monk, whose robes were still smoking a bit
She repeats the gesture, but keeps it focused on herself this time.
Perhaps it was her affinity to all things living and green, the types of things that avoid fire and flame, that startled her. She hesitated a fraction too long, and felt the full effect of that ball of fiery destruction. Life, however, always finds a way to stay alive; and Faun wasn't dead yet! Faun speaks the gurgle-ish incantation, bending her arms in fluid-like waves, and casts Create Water over the head of the demon. Unsure of whether it'd do even do anything, but satisfied by the loud hisss it makes upon contact with the creature's skin, she judo rolls over to the small wall to the northwest.
I'm ready whenever! I thoroughly enjoy this story already, and this great group!
"That fire is not a normal flame. It does not dance way wood makes fire dance, or the way coal makes fire glow. It is unnatural. Exercise caution."
With a sudden hardness and piercing eyes, Faunlara rebukes Shontar, "You're not helping."
Choosing to a tone of gentle insistence, she adds "I know you're not keen on being here, but the safest place for you is with us. Strength in numbers. It won't be long before we see the sun again." With that, Faun pulls out her club, slowly approaching the door Valeska gestured at. Ornmeil'lon stays close to Lenora.
Faun silently approaches, keep her eyes ever aware of her peripherals, and examines what is obviously dried blood on the stone floor.
"Dear Lenora, you've forthright with us, I shall be forthright with you. The reason I came upon you in the first place is that the town council has tasked us with doing something about this Harrowstone Prison. Whether it serves as a prison ever again is left to be said but, from what I gather, the town was very prosperous when this prison was..."she tries to find the right word.. "..active? In any case, the council wants the people to stop regarding this building with fear and superstition, and to understand that nothing is lurking withing. However," she turns her gaze into unnatural darkness lurking inside the prison, "there may yet be one more evil to be found inside the Harrowstone prison." Turning her attention back to Lenora, she gently speaks what has been on her mind. "I know you have no wish to enter, but we must. I do not want to leave you out here alone, but will not force you to enter against your will. If you are willing, Lenora, will you be our guide? A light to shine out and drive away darkness?"
In an effort to prevent her from withdrawing further, Faun gently commands the room, "I'm sure our new friend finds it very rude for so many people to come barging into her home. Why don't we step out into the fresh air, where we can have some elbow room? Lenora, will you come outside? You'll be safe. I promise."
Faun immediately turns, throwing her arms out as if blocking and protecting her from whoever was entering the makeshift dwelling. Of course, Faun had recognized Valeska's voice a moment before she entered, but was still trying to gain the poor woman's trust. "Oh, hello Valeska." Racking her brain, she decides to wink at her, hoping it was the appropriate gesture humans use when signaling they knew what they were doing. "Lenora, it's alright. She's a friend of mine." Then, clearly addressing Valeska, "This poor woman has been living here, seemingly for quite some time. ... Do you think you could ask your...*ahem* "pet" ... to wait outside below?" "Lenora, no one is going to hurt you. In fact, I'd like to help you, if you'll let me. What reason would they have for calling you 'tainted'?"
Faun: Faun remains seated, even as Lenora stands. "It is an honor to meet you, Lenora. And, no, I'm not from Ravengro; only arrived a couple of days ago. And in that time, I do not believe I met anyone named Edgrin. Could you?-" She stretches out her hand, as if asking Lenora to help her stand up. Once Faun is standing too, she continues, "May I ask why you are here? Not to pry, but... is this where you, live?"
Upon seeing the poor woman, Faunlara thinks of what tactic she may try to put her at ease. Without approaching any further, she slowly crouches, almost copying the woman's position. She slides down, her back against the cold stone wall, until she sits on the floor. She pulls her knees up towards herself, wresting her chin on top, her arms wrapped around her shins. Rather than look at her, Faun keeps her eyes looking towards... nothing at all really. She keeps the woman in her peripheral, but doesn't attempt to lock eyes, yet. Faunlara waits near a full minute in silence, hoping the ragged woman might calm down, be less afraid. If the woman doesn't speak in this time, Faun will open her lips ever so slightly, drawing in the tiniest of breaths to convey that she is about to speak, then says, in a voice barely above a whisper,
Faun slowly and carefully ascends the steps along the outer wall, no weapons drawn, but ready to turn her fists into hard wood the moment danger becomes apparent. In a defensive stance, so as not to leave her front completely vulnerable, she pushes the curtain aside with one hand. "Hello?" she says softly. "Don't be frightened. I'm not here to hurt you."
Faunlara and her treant companion enter through the front gate and head clockwise, keeping to the wall inside the perimeter. When She gets to the stairs leading up to towers atop the wall, she instructs Ornmeil'lon to keep his eyes peeled as he continues around the perimeter. She begins investigating the turrets.
Faun would probably have investigated further into the ruins of the prison, rather than gone to "recruit vagrants", if that's okay.
"I must first find Ornmeil'lon, and spend some time in meditation. First thing in the morning, I shall examine the land surrounding the prison. Sibe, does this agree with you?"
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