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Hey all. So, I'm beginning my second game of Kingmaker with a new group and I can't wait to see how they do things differently and what paths they'll go down. Further, I've had the opportunity with my first game and group to get a feel for the campaign and figure out what my vision for it is. As such I've come up with a new backstory for the campaign that addresses or changes such things as Vordakai's total lack of relation to anything else, the logic behind Briar, and how Nyrissa is not an active presence up until the sixth book.
Just as many folks on this forum have integrated Realm of the Felnight Queen into their games, I'm using Rhoswen. But the similarities pretty much end at the name. If anything she'll be a guide or ally of the PCs. To name Choral's dragons I borrowed from the pair encountered in Rise of the Runelords; Fortress of the Stone Giants. You'll notice I've changed other names, these are just because I felt like it.
Pharasma's involvement is predicated on the fact that I run my games hardcore in respect to PC death and resurrection magic is almost unheard of.
I still haven't figured out the how and why of the Rogarvia Vanishing, maybe Nyrissa did it. Though I know Choral was a red dragon in disguise and has been slumbering on a vast bed of gold for the past centuries, just doing what dragons do, and will at some inconvenient point erupt forth to do more of what dragons do.
I'm eager for thoughts, reviews, ideas and criticism and hope that at least some folks enjoy this.
Ranalc tarried in Nyrissa's woodland halls for he knew not how long. Time flowed differently within Nyrissa's embrace, while in the world outside two centuries passed until the coming of Choral the Conqueror to the North. Whispers through the trees reached Nyrissa and Ranalc of the devastation being visited upon Rostland by Choral's dragons and Ranalc was stirred from his smitten reverie. Feeling honor-bound to defend his homeland in its time of need, Ranalc resolved to sally forth from the Stolen Lands. Distressed to see Ranalc go into danger but understanding his resolve, Nyrissa gifted her love with an enchanted sword she named Briar and sent him on his way with her blessing and a knightly retinue from her court at his back.
Ranalc and his fey knights met with the red dragons Econtrador and Sulamingas on the decimated Rostland Plains and boldly gave battle. But no matter what the enchantments were that Nyrissa had laid upon Briar, in the end they did not avail Ranalc and his comrades against the dragons. Fairy tales and legends are still told today in Brevoy of the shining host that emerged from the wilderness, ethereal trumpets blaring, only to tragically wither in flame just as all else did.
Grief-stricken, Nyrissa refused to accept Ranalc's death and, by means of her own otherworldly nature, risked great peril to follow his soul beyond the veil. There she found him in queue for judgment and led him back to this world as if by the hand. Though his body was still marred by his wounds, Ranalc's eyes opened and in the throes of their blissful reunion they conceived a child; Rhoswen.
For no reason understood by mortals, every birth and death is destined: Ranalc's soul was meant to pass from this world under the dragon's flame and his resurrection was in defiance of this. And as she was conceived after the time of her father's appointed death, Rhoswen's birth had not been anticipated or ordained by fate. These both stood as trespasses against the cosmic order maintained by Pharasma, goddess of birth, death and fate.
A chief tenet of Pharasma is to not suffer the abomination of necromancy; to eliminate any hollow parody of life and free the soul trapped therein so that it may continue unstymied on its course to other spheres. But Ranalc's heart beat, he breathed and he had even sired a child. Rather than tethering Ranalc's spirit to his dead body like strings to a puppet, Nyrissa had restored him to true life. Further, it was a changed life. For the two hundred years preceding his death Ranalc had dined and lived in the enchanted realm of the fey, and had now returned after passing beyond the veil and seeing plainly mysteries unknown to earthly folk. By Nyrissa's involvement Count Treyvan Ranalc had been brought back beyond mortal life and into something more akin to his lover's gossamer nature. It seemed unlikely that death would find Ranalc a second time, and while Pharasma impartially presides over the course of death it is not her place to pass it as a sentence. But even if Nyrissa and Ranalc defied her judgment in the afterlife, Pharasma could still exact penance in the mortal world.
She sent visions to the seers and shamans of the Reyshalka tribe of centaurs, who dwelt as nomads on the Dunsward steppes to the East of the Tors of Levenies. From these visions the wisefolk interpreted an injustice against the spirits and a disharmony that they had been chosen to set aright. A call went out through the clans and a band of hunters assembled. The epic verse of Reyshalka oral history still tells of how these anointed few crossed the Tors of Levenies and entered Nyrissa's domain.
Pharasma may be the goddess of death but the centaurs had each sworn to kill no living thing while on her business. Her custodial duty to fate demands that she only act to correct those that defy it and that she does so with the least impact possible. But even though they came with no lethal intent the champions of the Reyshalka tribe were grim of aspect and determined in the hunt. Any of Nyrissa's gentle folk that they came upon parted and fled before the thunder of their hooves until all of the forest of the Narlmarches had been flushed out, except for Nyrissa and Ranalc themselves. With the infant Rhoswen crying in Nyrissa's arms they were brought to bay at the trunk of a great oak.
Ranalc drew Briar and fought wildly against their hunters, but nets woven with enchantment were thrown over him and Briar was taken from his hands. He was dragged away, screaming for Nyrissa and she for him. When he was gone from sight and hearing an aspect of Pharasma herself then appeared before Nyrissa. Tall and terrible, Briar appeared in her hand though she had not stooped for where it lay.
“It was for love of him that you defiled the course of life and death. The poor, unaccounted-for soul that you hold in your arms was condemned to exist by that love. You cannot be trusted with such a powerful thing.”
She then plunged Briar past Rhoswen and into Nyrissa's heart. Nyrissa did not feel the chill of death but when Pharasma withdrew the blade any warmth within her went with it. The love that had driven her to trespass against death itself, that she felt for the child in her arms, was drawn from her and into Briar. She did not resist or make a sound when Rhoswen was taken from her.
“This one is an innocent, but she is daughter to a father who was already dead. Just as I did not arrange for her conception I've no right to sit in judgment of her end, and so by the accident of her birth she is exiled from death. No pattern was woven for her in the tapestry, and she will always be apart from it, but I will watch over her.
“Ranalc will ever persist. He's already lived out his mortal fate, though you nullified it, and no second fate awaits in auxiliary. He will be entombed, given funerary rites and made to live out his death properly, with the Reyshalka tribe as his gravekeepers.
“You, Nyrissa, are still subject to the same fate that you have been ever since your beginning. Only now, I decree that when your allotted end comes to meet you it will be with Briar in hand. Perhaps you will greet it gladly, and then we shall meet again.”
The next that Nyrissa knew she was alone in the forest. There was no sign of Ranalc or Rhoswen. She found that their absence bothered her very little, but that the robbing of them meant everything. In place of the love for them that had animated her before there was now only anger and sorrow over their loss.
She dwells in the haunted forest of a Thousand Voices to this day, far in the West, gnawing her resentment and weeping for something she no longer even remembers the feeling of or really cares for. Pharasma thought that love was the most dangerous thing within Nyrissa but robbing her of it only left room for darker things to fester, and she has drawn the attention of Gyronna, hag-goddess of hatred, curses and revenge. And Nyrissa will have revenge; on the people of Brevoy, whose dragons first slew Ranalc, on Pharasma, who took everything from her, and on the weak, cowardly fey folk of the Stolen Lands, who failed their queen and let it all happen.
Where Ranalc languishes and what life Rhoswen has led are known only to Pharasma.