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Keepers of Names By: esaquam
   8 Years, 11 Months, 1 Week, 22 Hours, 25 Minutes ago

His true name is….

The Full Goblet By: esaquam
   8 Years, 11 Months, 2 Weeks, 2 Days, 9 Hours, 59 Minutes ago

The Full Goblet is a modest-sized, working-class tavern (public house), run by Hilgar.  Hilgar is a bit over the hill and shabby, as is the general establishment.  However, good solid fare at a decent value, and a regular and noisy clientele, keep the place in business, and the bar is also well-situated to bring in travellers.

Society of Blood By: esaquam
   8 Years, 11 Months, 3 Weeks, 20 Hours, 23 Minutes ago

The Society of Blood is much more benign than its name sounds. Initially created as an award of valor for common foot soldiers, membership. The SOBs decided to make themselves a benevolent, protective order for all veterans. They quickly united informally and, without any bloodshed or even any overt threats, restored order and fairness for veterans through all the lands.

The Coast Is Not Clear By: esaquam
   10 Years, 2 Weeks, 2 Hours, 42 Minutes ago

Someone has been raiding the coast.  The PC’s are dispatched to help - but can they trust the local authorities?

Remembrance of Things Past By: esaquam
   10 Years, 1 Month, 4 Days, 16 Hours, 20 Minutes ago

The mentor of one or more (lawfully-inclined, socially ambitious) PCs is vulnerable because of a past action ââ?¬â?? an action that was justifiable at the time.  But opponents can now use changing circumstances or new information to discredit or destroy the mentor and damage the PC.  The mentor is unwilling/unable either to respond or escape the consequences.  The PCs can take action, but not in the open; ‘kill the monsters’ is not likely to solve the problem.  Failing to act will doom the mentor and damage the PC; taking action may also doom the PC.



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Which way is he going?

       By: Murometz

Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle.

He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak.

His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest.

His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest.

Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.

Encounter  ( Forest/ Jungle ) | January 15, 2014 | View | UpVote 7xp


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