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Male Half-Orc Cleric (Cloistered) | HP 17/17 | AC 14/16 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +9 | Perception +7 | Speed: 25 ft. - Hero Points: 1, Active Conditions: None
Nidintu-Bel wrote:

Nidintu laughs uproariously. "Normal? My friend, nothing about Roots-Sink-Deep is normal! In fact, if any of us were normal, would we wander through the wild lands like this? Normal people stay at home and learn trades; only the brave, the desperate, or the stupid live as we do!" He considers for a moment, rubbing his upper lip as he thinks. "Now that I think of it, though, I don't recall ever meeting another plant-child like you, Roots. Perhaps your kind live somewhere out here, but if so, I have no knowledge of them." He shrugs. "I suppose I'm not one to talk - elves are rare in these parts, and tieflings doubly so!"

Roots-Sink-Deep wrote:


The laughing leshy then turns his blue eyes to Nidintu.
Perhaps, I can explain properly how leshys are made. With stew!

"Perhaps yes..." Orlund says, smiling and nodding.

He makes a very placid diplomatic smile at the old hermit, noting his odor. He shouldn't be one to complain. But somehow, he thinks, this man is worse to be around than me.

Orlund says regarding the apothecary and everyone else, "Well I'm sure there's something useful we could find here." He examines the bottles one by one, idly as he speaks.

"I am called Orlund the Fair." he smiles hiding his teeth as best he can. "Bokken, we are venturing into the stolen lands. I wouldn't dare to speak for anyone else as to their motives. The question is, what are you doing out here? What causes Bokken to live bravely on the frontier, if I might be so bold as to ask?" Orlund makes sure to turn the question away from himself, but his own curiosity and desire to be heard make it hard for him to stay out of the conversation.


Male Half-Orc Cleric (Cloistered) | HP 17/17 | AC 14/16 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +9 | Perception +7 | Speed: 25 ft. - Hero Points: 1, Active Conditions: None

Earlier at the foothill

"You're a month old? Did some faerie sing you to life, plant?" Orlund asks Roots with some incredulity. "Is that normal?" he opens the question up speaking to no one in particular.

At the Hermitage:

Orlund looks at Nidintu-Bel when he says we're not bandits "anymore". He almost opens his mouth to say something but he refrains until the elf is done.

He calls to the unwashed man, "My very large friend speaks true. We mean you no harm. We are only on the road and seek news of these parts. Perhaps we can share your fire and our bread?"


Male Half-Orc Cleric (Cloistered) | HP 17/17 | AC 14/16 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +9 | Perception +7 | Speed: 25 ft. - Hero Points: 1, Active Conditions: None

I dunno if I should have just put this in my post, but I think it could be common knowledge for Brevic(?) citizens that northern persons born out of wedlock (aka bastards) would be given the surname Frost. Yes straight lifted from our favorite gritty fantasy series. I did discuss that up here with GM Eldest/kittenmancer a few posts ago but I just wanted to put it up here again for clarity.

Whoever's from Brevoy basically would probably have heard it before, people who've spent time in and around Brevoy might have, and persons from elsewhere might not have.

Maybe a knowledge (local) check if you want to randomly check whether your character would know that.


Male Half-Orc Cleric (Cloistered) | HP 17/17 | AC 14/16 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +9 | Perception +7 | Speed: 25 ft. - Hero Points: 1, Active Conditions: None

Orlund nods and offers a quick reply in Sylvan,

Sylvan:
<<Many thanks fair elf. One who knows the First Tongue would be best assuming very little.>>

He grins and laughs as the taller elf continues in common. "Hah! No, this is no Aldori blade. One should be so lucky. Highborn though I may be, with a face such as mine... I could never inherit my father's name or title, hence Frost. " He says as if needing no further explanation.

He pauses and quickly adds, "I- I'm not actually a bas-... nevermind. I was raised in noble halls, but my only real hope at a landed title is here!" He puffs out his chest and gestures with his right arm broadly to the scenery to the south. "On the frontier! Campaigning like heroes of yore. My ambition is to make a name for myself. Fulfill my destiny, as it were. It is of course my hope that our interests are aligned and will be mutually beneficial."

He makes no attempt to respond to accusations of whether or not he is faithful to a lost god. He simply continues to smile knowingly at the Elf.

He looks straight through to the elf's eyes and adds mischievously, "And would you care to share your name and intentions as well, master elf?"


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Male Half-Orc Cleric (Cloistered) | HP 17/17 | AC 14/16 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +9 | Perception +7 | Speed: 25 ft. - Hero Points: 1, Active Conditions: None

A voice cuts through in a lilting uncommon tongue. A young male, from the sound of it, apparently addressing the elf.

Sylvan:
"Quite an entrance you got to make there! Do you also speak Sylvan?"

The speaker is dressed in quality woolen travelling clothes, primarily black, gray and blue. An astute observer may notice the clothes are too fine for homeless vagabond, more like a noble attempting to blend in.

He slips his black hood back to reveal far less fair a face than the fair folk in his company. He possesses mottled brown orcish features with an underbite and tusks and a twisted knobby horn over his right eyebrow. A silver pendant featuring an eye dangles from his neck. The eye might look like the eye of Aroden to older observers, but looking closer will prove it has a black tear rolling from it.

The young traveler does carry a dueling sword - a rapier - and a shield, but he doesn’t appear to have the strength to use either effectively. Looks can be deceiving however.

"You'll forgive me for assuming, Taldane is probably more appropriate. But you did say 'Fae'." he grins boyishly as he says so.

"Orlund... Frost" He dips his head in a slight bow and addresses more broadly the others there. "Orlund the Fair if you're feeling friendly. A mutual friend suggested I might be of service to you, the omens led me the rest of the way to you. I understand you're on a quest to conquest the Stolen Lands? Provided that's the case, I'd like to submit my very competent healing abilities to your company."


Male Half-Orc Cleric (Cloistered) | HP 17/17 | AC 14/16 | Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +9 | Perception +7 | Speed: 25 ft. - Hero Points: 1, Active Conditions: None

Here's the alias for Orlund, I'm sat at a cafe right now working on writing for him. But for a little extra flavor, I'm thinking the unicorn horn manifests as a horn, but in a twisted assymetric unfortunate sort of way.