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Sir Halgard Tanaaren

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What do I get this time? A dark knight? You know where you can shove him!
-Calathien, 3rd rank guardian, lesser cherub

Appearance
A handsome lad is this knight, tall and built like an oak tree, with a rough, unpolished charm, short curly platinum hair, and pleasant gray eyes. His armor is worn yet well-kept, his leather cloak polished to a dull sheen by years of use. In harmony with that, he appears to have shaven two days ago, his hair just recently having voiced the need for a barber’s attention, sword well-kept but heavily used.

Much in discordance with courtly custom, he is quite hairy, be it chest, or forearm; his horse is a dull gray, and his armor a comfortable mesh of chain, leather and plate seemingly grown around him.

History/Background
It was a calm day on the cloud number nine, high above the blessed fields of the Elysium. Mount Celestia was clearly visible in the background, the sun setting behind it coloring the clouds in warm pastel tones.

The silence was broken by speech most unheavenly, pronounced in a rather angry tone. "Drats, I lose again! You got those cards marked, cheater?" The burst of temper came from Calathien, a girlish angel sitting upon an especially comfy cloud, together with Si-Ennah, a celestial of more mature female proportions, a few dozen playing cards lying between them, right where Calathien had tossed them. Her frustration was fuelled even more by the smug smile of her friend.
Truth be said, the younger angel was just plain bad at cards. Not that she admitted this rather obvious fact.

Her insight had much room for improvement, but then, she was young.

Si-Ennah offered an enchanting smile in turn, and spoke: "Girl, you know we play to sort out the order. Your chapter’s vacation is over tomorrow, and you have to be assigned a charge. Seeing as you lost all the games, save for one draw, the others will get to pick first."

See, this was back in a time when the gods were yet not jaded enough by the mortals doing the most outrageous things in their name, the same mortals claiming that they don’t exist, or killing off their kids by nailing them to wooden planks, or something equally stupid.
Back, in that day, to the people of Tillyia, they sent guardian angels, spirits to watch over them and shelter them from fate’s most cruel jokes.

Back in that time, Calathien was made for exactly this task, woven of sunlight and child’s laughter, playful wind and cinnamon cookies, though, given her nature, some claim chilli con carne or weed cookies were used instead.
And of course a divine spark, that rested in her heart.

That eve, she recieved her next charge, his name and place of birth, as well as a few other details, written on a sheet of alabaster-white parchment, coincidentally the sole one left after the other angels stormed the senior seraph’s bureau. In disbelief Calathien stared at the writing, and asked the serene elder angel: "Are the pocking joking, or what?"

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       By: tinypoisonousfish

Bag on a Stick

Very simple gag but a great one, since it can be used multiple times over, even in the same adventure. Great for tribal natives gone restless and humanoids, but anyone can have set this up. Just what the header says, a simple bag over a stick stuck in the ground or floor.

As GM you can place the bag on a stick anywhere, in a floor crack the heroes have passed before, outdoors in a clearing or path, or at the edge of the PCs' encampment the following morning, what have you. Place anything on the stick - a coiled yellow viper angered by the bag removal, mini crossbow w/poison, transdermal hallucinatory drug dusted on the bag, yellow mold colony, an NPC ally's head, a weapon, scroll tube or satchel, what have you.

The idea is to build tension and/or stall for time/distract the party. Provided it's used properly, you'll be amazed at how paranoid players will get from this simple gag.

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