Feb 15, 2016 3:56 pm
Character Questions
All: How long ago did you arrive at the starting location/town? Who or what brought you there?
Azarx the Twisted- I can still feel the frost of the north upon my brow and flowing like liquid slush through my veins. My skin is paler then those of this country. The city of Varos, that is what the residents call it, a gorgeous city that should have plenty of crops... plenty of food. Nature should be blossoming. But it does not. This troubles me more than anything. Nature, though she is not balanced, is always flourishing, but this is stranger.
I come here from my lands, because I was laughed at by my family. They, as druids, would scoff humans, dwarves, gnomes, halflings for building cities, developing unnatural weapons, and for creating fire. I rejected that view. I see cities and technology as the furthering of nature. Nature applied. I was turned out, mocked.
Mouse Tuscan- Mouse has been here for about a month. He has been scamming what drinks he can and pick pocketing the nobles that pass through to pay for his room and board. He had been itching to move on because the grift was becoming stale and he started to rub too many people the wrong way.
Just as he was ready to drift on to the next town this cleric showed up talking about Uscrai. Not so interested in that as much as the money religious pandering can generate. Mouse has been trying to convince the cleric to let him handle follower donations to Uscrai, hoping to skim a little off the top.
Reszket- Reszket and Cica have been in Város for the better part of a year now. Initially planning on staying just long enough to recover from an injury she had received (and one that she's not keen to talk about) while in the wilderness outside of Város, the local's need for someone with her skill-set persuaded her to extend her stay. She now makes a living leading hunting parties out into the wilderness and teaching some of the youngsters the ways of the ranger.
Rurgosh the Wise- I've been above ground now for a couple of weeks I think, it's bright here so I've slept much before I was accustomed to this whole "daytime because the sun is up" thing. These Younglings are an odd breed, and their ale is watered down...
Clerics and followers of Uscrai are always on an eternal pilgrimage, knowledge and hidden things do not stay in one place for all time, neither do the followers of Uscrai. I've yet to seek a true answer when communing... A wee one keeps yammering on about something or other everyday about something to make a bit of coin. Coins make the traveling easier and lighter... If he's worthy maybe I will show him the ways of Uscrai.
Starting Location: Város
Who rules the greater area?
Baron and Baroness Trump. Father and daughter nobles who ride exceedingly high on the hog, despite the famine that affects the rest. Their animals seem plentiful and fat, their table is never empty, and their purses are always full. They gladly and gleefully line them with taxes on the businesses and households in the area. Their wealth affords them the largest mansion on the edge of town, their own private guard, and even the favor of town leaders in surrounding cities.
Baron Ronald Trump is always sharply dressed with an overly quaffed haircut. His daughter, Inga, despite her incredibly beautiful exterior, is little more than a sharp tongue and a black heart.
The nobles that pass through often come to rub elbows with the baron and his daughter, though recently they have had strories of being fleeced by some halfling scoundrel. This is starting to rub the baron the wrong way.
The Baron's mansion is a blight to those that appreciate nature as from the moment you enter into the front gate there is not a single blade of grass or plant to be found. It's stone, marble, gold, and bronze as far as the eye can see. The baron seems to almost despise the wild.
What threatens that rule from outside?
Famine. Famine is the greatest threat to the surrounding area.
With this famine, however, comes rumors of intelligent rats as large as humans, these remain, however, just rumors.
What threatens that rule from inside?
The eternal threat from within, greed and corruption. Something pulls on the vices of mortals though whom is pushing towards this downward spiral of self destruction?
All: How long ago did you arrive at the starting location/town? Who or what brought you there?
Azarx the Twisted- I can still feel the frost of the north upon my brow and flowing like liquid slush through my veins. My skin is paler then those of this country. The city of Varos, that is what the residents call it, a gorgeous city that should have plenty of crops... plenty of food. Nature should be blossoming. But it does not. This troubles me more than anything. Nature, though she is not balanced, is always flourishing, but this is stranger.
I come here from my lands, because I was laughed at by my family. They, as druids, would scoff humans, dwarves, gnomes, halflings for building cities, developing unnatural weapons, and for creating fire. I rejected that view. I see cities and technology as the furthering of nature. Nature applied. I was turned out, mocked.
Mouse Tuscan- Mouse has been here for about a month. He has been scamming what drinks he can and pick pocketing the nobles that pass through to pay for his room and board. He had been itching to move on because the grift was becoming stale and he started to rub too many people the wrong way.
Just as he was ready to drift on to the next town this cleric showed up talking about Uscrai. Not so interested in that as much as the money religious pandering can generate. Mouse has been trying to convince the cleric to let him handle follower donations to Uscrai, hoping to skim a little off the top.
Reszket- Reszket and Cica have been in Város for the better part of a year now. Initially planning on staying just long enough to recover from an injury she had received (and one that she's not keen to talk about) while in the wilderness outside of Város, the local's need for someone with her skill-set persuaded her to extend her stay. She now makes a living leading hunting parties out into the wilderness and teaching some of the youngsters the ways of the ranger.
Rurgosh the Wise- I've been above ground now for a couple of weeks I think, it's bright here so I've slept much before I was accustomed to this whole "daytime because the sun is up" thing. These Younglings are an odd breed, and their ale is watered down...
Clerics and followers of Uscrai are always on an eternal pilgrimage, knowledge and hidden things do not stay in one place for all time, neither do the followers of Uscrai. I've yet to seek a true answer when communing... A wee one keeps yammering on about something or other everyday about something to make a bit of coin. Coins make the traveling easier and lighter... If he's worthy maybe I will show him the ways of Uscrai.
Starting Location: Város
Who rules the greater area?
Baron and Baroness Trump. Father and daughter nobles who ride exceedingly high on the hog, despite the famine that affects the rest. Their animals seem plentiful and fat, their table is never empty, and their purses are always full. They gladly and gleefully line them with taxes on the businesses and households in the area. Their wealth affords them the largest mansion on the edge of town, their own private guard, and even the favor of town leaders in surrounding cities.
Baron Ronald Trump is always sharply dressed with an overly quaffed haircut. His daughter, Inga, despite her incredibly beautiful exterior, is little more than a sharp tongue and a black heart.
The nobles that pass through often come to rub elbows with the baron and his daughter, though recently they have had strories of being fleeced by some halfling scoundrel. This is starting to rub the baron the wrong way.
The Baron's mansion is a blight to those that appreciate nature as from the moment you enter into the front gate there is not a single blade of grass or plant to be found. It's stone, marble, gold, and bronze as far as the eye can see. The baron seems to almost despise the wild.
What threatens that rule from outside?
Famine. Famine is the greatest threat to the surrounding area.
With this famine, however, comes rumors of intelligent rats as large as humans, these remain, however, just rumors.
What threatens that rule from inside?
The eternal threat from within, greed and corruption. Something pulls on the vices of mortals though whom is pushing towards this downward spiral of self destruction?