Ynjan Ragnavold's page

Ynjan just falls off over and onto the floor once more, laying on his/her back she/he
lifts up her/his hand and picks off a table a mug of mead, pouring some into his/her mouth but not all. Then it up in font of him/her, says in a surprisingly clear but slow voice.

"Some.. men say...
My mug is half full.
while... other... state...
My mug half empty."
but.. the... wise man... will ask...
"Who filled the mug?"

Ynjan them downs the rest of the drink.
Fort save DC11 1d20 + 1 - 6 ⇒ (4) + 1 - 6 = -1

And blacks out.

Thats nine drinks and also poor Ynjan is unable to tell anyone what the last riddle meant hehe

Calls over to Faolan,
"If we have to share cuz it looks packed wheri, I'm bunk in same broom with you Juggler Faoleeoo, as you say, I like to walk a lot"

downing another mead

Fort save DC10 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 1 - 2 = 1

"To next qquestions I sayys do drunk to know hic!"

Picks up the last of the 8 drinks and holds it a moment before falling down like a plank onto his/her back. And some how manages to get most the mead in the mug she/he is holding to fall into his/her open mouth. With a gulp it goes down.

Fort save DC10 1d20 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 1 - 4 = 2

From the floor Ynkan says very drinkly

"THATS eighhet and all dunka, Now madis a pents, I really stink its beddey time"

And getting up wobbaling, Ynjan stagers over to Faolan, flopping down into a seat next to him.

"Yep beddy bye bye time, Hic! would be be so kind as to help me to my bedy Faolionollo HIC!"

Smiles

"So then lets have one form your team and how about this from hours"

Then picks up three drinks and downs all three one after the other.

DC6 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 1 - 2 = 18
DC 7 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 1 - 2 = 10
Dc 8 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 1 - 2 = 14
-2 for failing before

Slamming the last one down says.

"When? and why? and who? and what?
are words I like to use a lot!.
You see, what?, who?, when? and why?
Are thing other like to cry!
But Who?, what?, why? and when?
all wish to know again and again.
So If I know, why?, what?, when? and who?
Do you think you know the thing I do?"

Ynjan smiles

"You know you owe us three riddles right, you seem to have skipped ours while I was being sick. So before we delve into that you last one lets do the three you owe us."

Looks around.

"Mother taught us how to live,
teaching us to stretch our hands to reach the sky
teaching us what was the key to my future,
teaching us to hold on even when the rope is thinner,
teaching us to fight, lose, learn and become a winner,
teaching us to smile even if I don’t mean it,
teaching us to be still, to hear and just sit,
teaching us to find the solution even if giving up was the easier path,
teaching us to hold our hand when filled of wrath,
Did she teach well, our mother?"

"So now and then He's mad at her and she's mad at him, she thinks she could have done batter and he wishes show would shut up, and the in laws are seen as a problem. Sounds like a normal marriage to me. As for sweet, Tell them to have some children, then they will have something bigger then each of them to care and worry about."

Ynjan says

Comes back feeling a little better having made him/her self sick in the thunderbox.

"Someone once said, With the right fulcrum you can move the world moon. One need only find the fulcrum and anything is possible"

As Ynjan had downed a drink for the that Ynjan move on to the next riddle.

Ynjan smiles, at the riddle.

"I think a father like that would keep an eye out for his kids, don't you. He would not craw to much to them but may know all father"

Hands the drink over

Stands and on wobbling feed asks some one sitting to the left
Where is the privet

And heads off to be sick in the gents.

As the man talks Ynjans eyes lids flip up and turning his head he looks deep into the eyes of the vulgar little man with buck teeth.

"Thank you sir"

Standing Ynjan picks up a mead and takes 3 gold coin from a pouch and hands them to the man.
With a smile Ynjan says to him.

"for helping me work out what this little game is about. Here is your coin and your drink"

Then picking up another two more mead drinks Ynjan takes one to Byggvir, handing him one and clinking Byggvir's mug and down the one in hand it in one.

Fort save DC4 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Fail

A bit wobbily Ynjan sits down next to Byggvir feeling drink.

"I think I shall stop there, for this mead is stronger then the ale I like to drink. So I will bow out here and watch the rest of the play with, Byggvir."

And slaps Byggvir on the lap.

Then Ynjan eyes close and waits to hear what the vulgar little man with buck teeth says in response.

Sorry did this in a rush words and spelling wrong, should be this.

"You and fellow townspeople are in an inn drinking,
Playing games of stamina and moral thinking.
Then from the bad weather slips in a hidden doom,
Slowly dread and fear fills the room.
Unstoppable, inevitable death is here.
All cease playing and drinking of beer.
No eyes this dread, but hearing true,
So in silence all hid knowing what to do.
But with you is a baby small a laying.
Who soon for mother will start crying.
You could silence this baby once and for all,
Throw mother and baby to doom let them take the fall.
Or all fight this doom with your inevitable death.
Now doom is waiting for your choice with baited breath."

So how dose the small fat man wezal out of this one?

Ynjan still looking deep into the fire says to all.

"Talking of children what if I asked this.
Your and fellow townspeople in your inn drinking,
Playing games of stamina and moral thinking.
Then from the bad weather slips in a hidden doom,
Slowly dread and fear fill the room.
Unstoppable, inevitable death is here.
All stop playing and drinking their beer.
No eyes this dread, but hearing true,
In silence all hid, knowing what to do.
But with you is a baby small laying.
Who soon for mothers will start crying.
You could silence this baby once and for all,
Throw mother and baby to doom to take the fall.
Or all fight this doomed with your inevitable death.
This doom is waiting for your choice with baited breath."

Ynjans eyes never move form the fire.

Ynjan comes back and takes a seat by the fire, looking into it and the burning embers.

"This one is really about the wisdom of three statements. They are in order give.
The future belongs to the children, The world is ruled by adults and That wisdom comes with age. Each can be said to be a statement of fact. It is fact on the whole The future dose in deed belong to our offspring for they carry into the future our hopes, dreams, points of view and values. That The world is ruled by adults, yes moistly that is true, there has be child kings and profits but on the whole adults run things and that wisdom comes with age, to lean from doing one has to do, and that takes time, as such life passes and we learn, we make mistakes and we learn, we do and we learn this tends to be the case. So asking if a fact is wise or not, is in itself foolish meaningless. It's like asking if wise that water is wet, or the sky blue. They are just facts. Not wise or unwise just facts. So what of the one option offered, that is Children must protect for theirs is future. or to my more to the point. Children must protect for they are the future now that is a view that is wise, for any culture that dose not have someone to carry it on, ends and is lost. Not matter how strong now, it will be lost in time and soon forgot. So only one voice can be said to be wise of the three, for the other to just stated facts. That is sister one, who cares that she has a future.

Picking up the mug of mead while still looking at the fire, Ynjan drinks it.

Fort save DC3 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Then putting the mug down says

"Our go again, so who would like to offer up another riddle for us."

Please read my post.

Ynjan did not drink that rounds drink, that went to the woman with +2+2gold,

then! Ynjan took another drink to Byggvir and is waiting to see if he drinks it.

I take it Byggvir dose not drink the drink Ynjan is holding out for him to drink.

This is kind of key to what Ynjan dose next GM,

Ynjan presented Byggvir with a second drink as his team has answered another question, Has Byggvir also drink his second drink?

Last round

Ynjan dose not drink the mead, and pushes the coin back.

"I could not answer your question so it would not be right I take payment for doing so. And as you answered our question, again some what sparingly these coins are your."

Ynjan adds two more gold to the two offered him and hands her four coins and a drink of mead. Then Ynjan picks up another mug meant for the other team and once more walks over to Byggvir offering it to him .

"Your winnings Byggvir, your team answered another question, drink up"

Ynjan waits until his has to answer the next riddle.

Once he has drunk, ehe Ynjan says with a wink to Byggvir

"With a questions about morality and sex, as a virgin I think it best your ask only those that are not."

Ynjan is not bluffing, and is telling the truth.

Then Ynjan goes and joins that group once more.

"So its our go once more, I have gone so, who has a question they wish to ask this fine Shield maid?

Waits until the others have done. Looks at the eight mugs of mead meant for the other team. Picking up a Mug, and the gold coin, Ynjan slowly walks into the throng careful not to fill a drop of the amber drink. Until Ynjan is standing in front of Ynjan.

"O Now we agreed terms of play Byggvir, you gave your response, slight that is was and so you earn a coin and this mead. Once you drink your mead and take the coin, I will give my response to the next riddle question. Hurry up Byggvir everyone is waiting."

Ynjan looks at him with an open and kind smile.

Sense Motive 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17 on Ynjan to see what he thinks about drinking the mead

Ynjan hears the others out then thinks a moment,

"Humm An interesting tale, of Freyr and Gerd, the assumption is that they are both of the goodly inclined sentient races, human, elf, dwarf and such and my fellows have given views on that. But what if Freyr and Gerd where of the more evil inclined monster race. Say wild Orcs or Giant, who value power and the capacity to violence higher then honor, kindness and companion. Then Gerd would have been with in her cultures rights to shun Feryr until he showed the valued traits by her culture to be a suitable mate. Her honor would demand it in her cultures view. What use a kind and compassionate husband in such a culture. No she would want a strong, Violent male to keep her and your young safe. The Questions at the end are specific to his views of his actions. His pride or regret related to his courting and and marring Gerd. Should he be proud will he regret to know that you need understanding of his culture which is not stated in the poem so it would be unwise to make any judgment until one knows this. True empathy demands it."

Then Ynjan downs the mead in one, puts the mug down with a bang and says.

"Our Turn,
You know a thief that robbed a lord
Of coin and clothing and of sword.
But instead of spending all on women and ale,
In this more complicated tale
He gave all he had taken as patronage
To a poor child impoverished orphanage
The wealth providing feed, clothing and care
and gifted these deprived children a future fair
You know who committed the crime.
and could tell the authorities at any time.
But here is the rub at its very core
Should you do so all wealth will once more
return to the lord as says the law.
Every single last little farthing
leaving the children once more doomed and staving,
Now ask yourself should you tell?
which choice leads whom to hell?"

Looks at Byggvir waiting to see what he says

"Drink your mead, Sven, I think you just earned it."

Ynjan looks at the others,

"What do you think?

Ynjan smiles widely

"And the drinking, my god would like that very much, the more the better and even more so seeing how my good new friend here"

Ynjan slaps Sven back.

"has just paid for the mead. Bring our eight mugs of mead for each player, and lets begin"

Ynjan smiles at his two new friends, slapping each on the back, but then again looks side ways at Byggvir saying back.

"Humm Byggvir I see your dilemma, then let me say this you are newcomers to us as we are to each other, so your words as ours would be as fresh as spring rain, as they say from homely mouths do truths come and there is no more homely place than here me thinks. Our riddles will be as your own, questions is a parable from. All seeking an understanding of ones inner true soul So you see we may be teams but in fact we will be companies on a journey of self discovery, so who will trivial with us?"

Diplomacy 1d20 + 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (11) + (1) + 8 = 20

Ynjan looks at Sven and puts a finger to his lips and whispers..

All in good time, he will pay you from his winnings once we play this game.

The Ynjan looks at Byggvir side ways.

"Well well well, Interesting, but I think we can make it more Interesting. It's not much of a game if there is only one side, so how about this, lets have four from those here to make an apposing team. As you ask so we will ask counter riddles. And as your asking Byggvir I think you your good self should be one member of the other team, So then all we need is three more volunteers so we can get started, who here would like eight free drinks of mead humm"

as he gets back down, Ynjan hands Faolan and ale a 5 silver.

"Why master Faolan Forgael that was a fine show and so, coin and ale is your and an a means to apologies for my comments"

Ynjan winks at Bjorn and Sven and says in a joking voice.

"Seems good Faolan here is not after all part of your dastardly gang

When waving over for more ale holds up the holy Flagon of Cayden Cailean.

"Too Cayden Cailean, the best god a drinking man can have. We have ale, we have entreatment, now all we need is a challenge only the reckless drunk would attempt. Who here has such a Cayden challenge?"

Loudly said to the whole Inn.

Ynjan has a look of utter perplexnessness horror and shock on his/her face...

Bluff 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

In a high pitched nobles voice sputters out.

"What, err no NO I have idea what this here gentleman is talking about, winnings in deed, to think I would be complicit making a fool of you in public sir no no, Look this man here just came up to me and copying my clothing said. I will bet I can make that fine man spill his ale but me being part of, look I don't want any trouble how about I... and so on and so on... "

Ynjan starts to claps at the two of them, at the end Ynjan voice becoming normal . Then Ynjan add in a louder voice so the few around can hear.

"Well done, no really very well done. I mean its a great con, love it, Let me get this right, you spot a noble looking mark, one of you comes over, offers a bet to shame the other, and before the mark can say no, do it, the other comes over all angry and in fear the chinless fool hands over gold. Bet you can milk em for more than five gold if you get them full scared. Well played no really well done, and nice try but no gold, but I will get you both another drink for showing me such a fine con and so well done."

Then turning to the bar,

"Barman more ales here for my fine new chums."

Looking back he winks and nods at the halfling

"Is the halfling in it too, a pick pocket say, if the marks shows where they keep their gold, he's the dab that takes the rest? would be how I would do it"

When the ale comes hands it out.

Waves for more drinks and puts a gold coin on the bar.

"Names Ynjan Ragnavold and that sounds fascinating, how did you get a skill like that?"

Ynjan hands Bjorn an ale and then drinks his ale half down the mug.

Spins and looks at the new comer

"Now this could start a trend, tell me about yourself and I will add you to the drinks round"

Ynjan says with a smile.

Ynjan flips up a hand and the blade leaps out into it from a boot, Prestidigitation with a slash Ynjan cuts of a chunk of meat is just about to take a bite.

What kind of meat = Kn Nature 1d20 + 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (1) + (1) + 7 = 9Not a clue

"This is no good, I'm out of ale, humm"

looks at the empty tanked held in a hand.

"Need more ale, so to the bar I go"

Making way to the brightly clothed handling, sloping the mug down, Ynjan looks at the handling.

"Ynjan Ragnavold is my name my good halfing, how about I buy you a drink and you tell me how you came by such wonderful clothing"

Ynjan runs a hand over an arm and the clothing Ynjan has on changes to match those of the handling.

Sleves of many garments.

"I do so like the look, and do tell me about yourself"

Ynjan had been walking for days, the last of the supplies gone even, and eating cold snow for water gets boring real fast.
Yes the cold did not effect Ynjan as much and many, but the wind and ice still went into your eyes and snow still melted down your back!.

Then up ahead a light in the cold windy day. Ynjan walked to the door which took some getting open, and then when is side, hard looks and silence.

Ynjan pulled down his hood and smiled at the grim faces looking at the door. He winked at them and held up Ynjans faiths most holy of items.

An ale mug, shaking it, as if to say, "where is the bloody ale?"

Then a woman voice and the chatter started again, Ynjan closed the door as the woman asked.
Then walking over to a table took a chair and sat. A bar maid came over and filled the mug he held.
Looking around at those around the table, Ynjan clicked the mug with others and downed it in one.

Ynjan is tall and willow thing, fine clothing of a low noble, a thin blade on pouched belt, He or is it she, as the fine feminine looks of an elf. Gold tanned skin, golden hair and amber eyes. The table is almost empty, and Ynjan waits to see if others come to sit and drink.

I alters a few small things to make Ynjan more interesting to play, her/his sex is hard to say, see background way. Also altered form LG to CG, and is a follower of Cayden Cailean.

GM Panic here, here is My PC

Ok I now see why some meany dropped form this, Character submission rules are a mess, to be honest, I have trade, GM you have bits all over the place and some chart that I have no idea what you want form it and us.

Add to this your very low feed back post rate and it dose not look good for a prospective player with offered games on here, that a simpler to apply for and have good feed back.

I have a feeling this is a pet world build offered as a PbP.

GM ya have to give better and more frequent feed back. Make one post listing just what your after in FULL, not just links to a mass of stuff. Keep is simple and clear.

I gave it my best shot but, I have other games now. So saying that I and pulling my submission and best of luck with this.

GM panic.

GM Panic here,

This is Ynjan Ragnavold [Flame Spear],
A wandering fighter of evil.
He is not 100% Human, but dose not know he is not.
I have kept his stats even to keep him balanced.
He is an all-rounder who I hope will be a good
PC to play in a group.

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