These are stories about my gnome character that I daydream about. This started out as an experiment and the results are entertaining me so I’m sharing them in hopes that others will be entertained as well.
I’m not a trained writer so please forgive my clumsy attempts, obvious tropes, bad grammar, typos, and reposting re-edited versions of everything I posted before under AoB&B.
The Adventures of Barthollomew and Bethesda (AoB&B) is a serial, much like a comic book, because I enjoy trashy short stories. While some of these stories are about the gnome I imagine other stories that are possibly told within the gnome’s universe such as at Burghal tinkerer’s workshop tables while they work, taverns at breakfast, lunch, or dinner, or in homes around the hearth at night.
Please enjoy.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
ZENDADA
The Too Heavy Stongbox
08/24/2015 12:06 AM CDT
Golden light of the morning illuminated the limestone crenellations of Ta’Vaalor’s fortress. As the morning blossomed the flora and fauna stirred waking to a new day. Small rabbits darted onto Victory Road to shed the dew of the morning grass and dry themselves in the soft morning light. They scattered as soon as a small figure jumped out of Victory Gate heading south along Victory road.
The small figure, wrapped in emerald, spritely made it’s way towards the rambling meadows. It was an Aledotter, a notorious gnome of the parts, looking for fun and adventure. His shiny bald head competeted with the mirrored lenses of his goggles for reflection of the morning’s light. A cultivated assembly of wardrobe complimented the slight twist of the curl of his thin white mustache.
The gnome arrived at his destination in the rambling meadows. He crept into the tall grass along the path the centaurs used. This morning he was in for a surprise. As he crept forward he observed a group of centaurs circling a heavy modwir strongbox. The centaurs were attaching ropes around it and doubling up to drag it a few feet at a time before stomping their feet in frustration.
Well, this was too much of an invitation to the gnome to get involved in helping the centaurs with their strongbox! The gnome leaped out of the grass, knelt, and fired his crossbow in the centaur’s direction! The bolt did not hit but had the effect of scattering the centaurs as it flew over head.
Centaurs are known to be hostile to outsiders so it was no surprise to the gnome when one turned and charged his position. The gnome drew another bolt, the air on the road brushing his waistcoat, and loaded. Before the centaur could come to bear the gnome fired a bolt into it’s right leg to send it plowing into the dirt of the road tossing up a cloud of dust.
The gnome poked a button on his goggles that set a wiper to clean the lenses as he swiftly grabbed another bolt from his quiver and locked it into his light crossbow. The centaur churned on the ground now, trying to right itself, while the gnome took aim. The centaur’s last vision was being prone before a kneeling gnome with a crossbow.
The gnome quickly gathered himself and rushed to get the heavy modwir strongbox the now retreated centaurs seemed so concerned with. Try as he might he could not pick up the strongbox! The gnome’s mind reeled at what could be inside! What was so heavy? What riches were to be had!
As the gnome marvelled at the find he could hear the sounds of the centaurs rallying for an attack. He quickly then dragged the strongbox into the high grass he had hidden in before spying it earlier. A few pulls and he was far enough away from the road that the centaurs shouts softened as they passed.
The gnome was presented with a dilemma. The strongbox was too heavy to lift. How was he to get it to a locksmith to enjoy the riches? He could drag it but the distance back to Ta’Vaalor’s fortress was long and even then he could not put it on Shind’s counter for him to work on. It was hard to find a good lockpick at this time in the morning regardless!
The gnome continued to drag his spoils north, along a path he knew, towards an altar he had once found that seemed a peaceful place. When he arrived, after dragging the heavy modwir stongbox, he collapsed into a heaving heap onto the light grass beside the altar.
Having recovered from the ordeal the gnome started thinking. He had knowledge of magic and remembered a cantrip he had been taught long ago. There were ways mana could be used to manipulate the physical world in ways that tools are also used. He opened his mind up to his learning and cast the spell his teacher taught him navigating lock mechanisms.
His first cast only made the strongbox shudder. So he tried again. There was no way he was getting that strongbox home. Another cast, another shudder. He concentrated deeply then cast again. The heavy modwir strongbox had met it’s end. The gnome had succeeded in opening it secrets!
The gnome stumbled forward exhausted with his efforts tipping open the lid of the heavy modwir strongbox to reveal it’s contents! Silver coins! Lots and lots of silver coins! And a stale apple muffin.
The rallying shouts of the centaurs rose above the tall grasses surrounding the altar, the gnome, and the strongbox full of silver coins. The gnome quickly stuffed every pocket he had with as many silver coins as he could fit into them! As the hoofbeats of the centaurs drew near the gnome grasped the last handful of silver coins and stumbled north into the tall grasses along Victory Road back towards the golden limestone fortress of Ta’Vaalor.
The small figure wrapped in emerald made it’s way back to Victory Gate albeit a bit slower then when it left.
Chad, player of a few
The small figure, wrapped in emerald, spritely made it’s way towards the rambling meadows. It was an Aledotter, a notorious gnome of the parts, looking for fun and adventure. His shiny bald head competeted with the mirrored lenses of his goggles for reflection of the morning’s light. A cultivated assembly of wardrobe complimented the slight twist of the curl of his thin white mustache.
The gnome arrived at his destination in the rambling meadows. He crept into the tall grass along the path the centaurs used. This morning he was in for a surprise. As he crept forward he observed a group of centaurs circling a heavy modwir strongbox. The centaurs were attaching ropes around it and doubling up to drag it a few feet at a time before stomping their feet in frustration.
Well, this was too much of an invitation to the gnome to get involved in helping the centaurs with their strongbox! The gnome leaped out of the grass, knelt, and fired his crossbow in the centaur’s direction! The bolt did not hit but had the effect of scattering the centaurs as it flew over head.
Centaurs are known to be hostile to outsiders so it was no surprise to the gnome when one turned and charged his position. The gnome drew another bolt, the air on the road brushing his waistcoat, and loaded. Before the centaur could come to bear the gnome fired a bolt into it’s right leg to send it plowing into the dirt of the road tossing up a cloud of dust.
The gnome poked a button on his goggles that set a wiper to clean the lenses as he swiftly grabbed another bolt from his quiver and locked it into his light crossbow. The centaur churned on the ground now, trying to right itself, while the gnome took aim. The centaur’s last vision was being prone before a kneeling gnome with a crossbow.
The gnome quickly gathered himself and rushed to get the heavy modwir strongbox the now retreated centaurs seemed so concerned with. Try as he might he could not pick up the strongbox! The gnome’s mind reeled at what could be inside! What was so heavy? What riches were to be had!
As the gnome marvelled at the find he could hear the sounds of the centaurs rallying for an attack. He quickly then dragged the strongbox into the high grass he had hidden in before spying it earlier. A few pulls and he was far enough away from the road that the centaurs shouts softened as they passed.
The gnome was presented with a dilemma. The strongbox was too heavy to lift. How was he to get it to a locksmith to enjoy the riches? He could drag it but the distance back to Ta’Vaalor’s fortress was long and even then he could not put it on Shind’s counter for him to work on. It was hard to find a good lockpick at this time in the morning regardless!
The gnome continued to drag his spoils north, along a path he knew, towards an altar he had once found that seemed a peaceful place. When he arrived, after dragging the heavy modwir stongbox, he collapsed into a heaving heap onto the light grass beside the altar.
Having recovered from the ordeal the gnome started thinking. He had knowledge of magic and remembered a cantrip he had been taught long ago. There were ways mana could be used to manipulate the physical world in ways that tools are also used. He opened his mind up to his learning and cast the spell his teacher taught him navigating lock mechanisms.
His first cast only made the strongbox shudder. So he tried again. There was no way he was getting that strongbox home. Another cast, another shudder. He concentrated deeply then cast again. The heavy modwir strongbox had met it’s end. The gnome had succeeded in opening it secrets!
The gnome stumbled forward exhausted with his efforts tipping open the lid of the heavy modwir strongbox to reveal it’s contents! Silver coins! Lots and lots of silver coins! And a stale apple muffin.
The rallying shouts of the centaurs rose above the tall grasses surrounding the altar, the gnome, and the strongbox full of silver coins. The gnome quickly stuffed every pocket he had with as many silver coins as he could fit into them! As the hoofbeats of the centaurs drew near the gnome grasped the last handful of silver coins and stumbled north into the tall grasses along Victory Road back towards the golden limestone fortress of Ta’Vaalor.
The small figure wrapped in emerald made it’s way back to Victory Gate albeit a bit slower then when it left.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
An Average Day: Part One
08/24/2015 12:08 AM CDT
The gnome woke up in his favorite room of the Legendary Rest in Ta’Vaalor. After a quick wash he picked out his favorite green velvet waistcoat and dark plum velvet bowtie to wear to breakfast downstairs in Coleesta’s dining room.
The dining room was quietly buzzing with other lodgers this morning. Fishermen betrayed by their oiled leather cloaks and smells, enjoying a big breakfast after selling their catch. Foreign travellers conversing as evidenced by their languages, features, and dress. A couple of soldiers coming off-duty from a night’s watch resplendent in their uniforms. A mature Vaalorian male with platinum hair and sunken eyes alone in a booth.
Coleesta deftly moved between the many tables with the cheer and grace of a Loenthran dancer. She spotted the bowtied gnome as he tromped down the stairs and acknowledged him by nodding to a table with a slight grin. The gnome beamed and took his seat as instructed. Coleetsa lilted by his table and asked, “The pancakes and coffee?” The gnome beamed once again and said, “You’re the best ever, Coleesta!”
The gnome left the Legendary Rest after leaving his pockets full of silvers on the table for Coleesta. He stepped out into the sun-drenched Amaranth Court preparing for his day. He usually tries to take up work at the airship yards but today was his day off. Work at the airship yards usually consisted of mundane loading and unloading of the airships. He was not a Vaalorian soldier so he was not allowed on the airships in flight. Only for manual labor. Sometimes he was recruited to help fix the hulls. But not today. Today he had his own time and that meant heading to the Adventurer’s Guild.
The gnome arrived in the Taskmaster’s office ready for work, bowtie properly tight, with a belly full of pancakes and coffee under his green velvet waistcoat. The Taskmaster looked up over his spectacles and asked, “Who’s there?”. The gnome waved and jumped to make himself seen saying, “Me! Me!”
Just at that moment a guild actuary walked in and dropped a paper on the Taskmaster’s desk. The Taskmaster seemed startled but picked it up reading the paper fully through his spectacles. “You’re in luck my little friend. I have a bandit bounty that has just come in.” The actuary bowed swiftly, eyes on the floor, then disappeared.
“Bandits! My favorite!” said the gnome with somewhat convincing enthusiasm. The Taskmaster lowered his spectacles to take a good look at the gnome. With some reluctance he said, “Sure. Why not. Bring me this bounty and you will get your reward.” The gnome beamed again, grabbed the paper, and said. “I will not let you down mister Taskmaster sir!” With that, the gnome turned and left. The Taskmaster sat back in his chair with a skeptical look on his face.
The gnome stepped back out onto Amaranth Wey considering his task ahead. He pulled out his crossbow and tested it’s strings. He checked his stock of bolts. Being satisfied that his gear was in place he thought back to his teachings in the Wizard guild. He repeated the phrases he had been taught then used his stubby fingers to make a sharp whistle!
A majestic white owl with golden eyes then appeared overhead! “Bethesda!” cheered the gnome while the owl ruffled it’s feathers indifferently. Gazing up the gnome whistled again causing the owl to reluctantly flitter down to land before his feet. The gnome beamed saying “We have work today!” The owl could not look more annoyed. “Come on, Bethesda!” said the gnome as he ran west to Victory Gate while pulling out his light crossbow. Bethesda stared after the gnome, flapped it’s wings, then followed him west.
Outside Victory Gate the gnome was explaining to the guards what his task was that day. The Vaalorian guards both looked at each other and laughed. One guard said, “Ok, little gnome. We will come help if you need it.” The other guard laughed and said, “Make sure to duck!”
The gnome cackled then ran up Victory Road with a reluctant owl following behind.
Chad, player of a few
The dining room was quietly buzzing with other lodgers this morning. Fishermen betrayed by their oiled leather cloaks and smells, enjoying a big breakfast after selling their catch. Foreign travellers conversing as evidenced by their languages, features, and dress. A couple of soldiers coming off-duty from a night’s watch resplendent in their uniforms. A mature Vaalorian male with platinum hair and sunken eyes alone in a booth.
Coleesta deftly moved between the many tables with the cheer and grace of a Loenthran dancer. She spotted the bowtied gnome as he tromped down the stairs and acknowledged him by nodding to a table with a slight grin. The gnome beamed and took his seat as instructed. Coleetsa lilted by his table and asked, “The pancakes and coffee?” The gnome beamed once again and said, “You’re the best ever, Coleesta!”
The gnome left the Legendary Rest after leaving his pockets full of silvers on the table for Coleesta. He stepped out into the sun-drenched Amaranth Court preparing for his day. He usually tries to take up work at the airship yards but today was his day off. Work at the airship yards usually consisted of mundane loading and unloading of the airships. He was not a Vaalorian soldier so he was not allowed on the airships in flight. Only for manual labor. Sometimes he was recruited to help fix the hulls. But not today. Today he had his own time and that meant heading to the Adventurer’s Guild.
The gnome arrived in the Taskmaster’s office ready for work, bowtie properly tight, with a belly full of pancakes and coffee under his green velvet waistcoat. The Taskmaster looked up over his spectacles and asked, “Who’s there?”. The gnome waved and jumped to make himself seen saying, “Me! Me!”
Just at that moment a guild actuary walked in and dropped a paper on the Taskmaster’s desk. The Taskmaster seemed startled but picked it up reading the paper fully through his spectacles. “You’re in luck my little friend. I have a bandit bounty that has just come in.” The actuary bowed swiftly, eyes on the floor, then disappeared.
“Bandits! My favorite!” said the gnome with somewhat convincing enthusiasm. The Taskmaster lowered his spectacles to take a good look at the gnome. With some reluctance he said, “Sure. Why not. Bring me this bounty and you will get your reward.” The gnome beamed again, grabbed the paper, and said. “I will not let you down mister Taskmaster sir!” With that, the gnome turned and left. The Taskmaster sat back in his chair with a skeptical look on his face.
The gnome stepped back out onto Amaranth Wey considering his task ahead. He pulled out his crossbow and tested it’s strings. He checked his stock of bolts. Being satisfied that his gear was in place he thought back to his teachings in the Wizard guild. He repeated the phrases he had been taught then used his stubby fingers to make a sharp whistle!
A majestic white owl with golden eyes then appeared overhead! “Bethesda!” cheered the gnome while the owl ruffled it’s feathers indifferently. Gazing up the gnome whistled again causing the owl to reluctantly flitter down to land before his feet. The gnome beamed saying “We have work today!” The owl could not look more annoyed. “Come on, Bethesda!” said the gnome as he ran west to Victory Gate while pulling out his light crossbow. Bethesda stared after the gnome, flapped it’s wings, then followed him west.
Outside Victory Gate the gnome was explaining to the guards what his task was that day. The Vaalorian guards both looked at each other and laughed. One guard said, “Ok, little gnome. We will come help if you need it.” The other guard laughed and said, “Make sure to duck!”
The gnome cackled then ran up Victory Road with a reluctant owl following behind.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
An Average Day: Part Two
08/24/2015 12:09 AM CDT
Kro’tag was restless as he watched his camp mate Brik attempt to build a fire. The sky was clear as the sun started to set. Kro’tag was fit and good at what he did. You wouldn't think he was raised in the belly of a Krolvin schooner. Life in the belly of a Krolvin schooner was not a life any child should have lived. Kro’tag, like many other unfortunates, learned life the hard way. Through whips and gruel and not so kind words. Kro’tag had survived it and escaped. His life may not have been one of courts and kings but he knew Elanthian comforts and how to get them. He had a talent. He was as bold as he was a coward. His instincts knew when to seize opportunity and when to escape responsibility. He thought he was worth that much even if his previous abusers did not. Kro’tag promised himself at a very early age to inflict upon the world what was inflicted upon him in his childhood innocence.
Kro’tag was proud of his station now. He was not unhandsome, very fit, and full of vigor. The matrons of the brothels knew him as a good customer. Never any trouble. Always good coin. He kept to himself, was cordial, and outside of the odd occasion, not a drunk. Kro’tag enjoyed his life having risen from horrific beginnings.
Brik the moppy-haired half elf, who wasn’t dumber than he looked, fumbled with the flint and tinder in his hands. As a companion, Brik was not useless, thought he did lack practical talents. He had connections that most did not. His vest was full of the most reliable trinkets. As a survivalist he was complete rubbish..
Kro’tag rose swiftly and strode over to Brik slamming his hand into his head! “Fool! You cannot even light a match!” Brik cowered and shrugged saying “I think the tinder is wet!” Kro’tag shook his head causing his mane of blue-black hair to shower over his broad leather-armored shoulders. He grabbed the flint and tinder in his large hands, nudged Brik with a strong elbow, and proceeded to strike up a flame. He tenderly put the tinder under the logs Brik had built, softly blowing air underneath, to stoke up a modest fire. Brik’s downturned eyes grew alight as the fire did. Brik giggled and clapped his wrapped hands. “You did it!” said Brik to his krolvin mate. Kro’tag might have smirked as he stood up rubbing his large hands together striding away to sit on a log nearby.
As the night progressed the two absorbed the heat of their makeshift campfire while they waited. They dined on the squirrel Brik had felled with the flick of his dagger. The sun dropped below the horizon and the symphony of the night began to take its chorus. While Brik sorted through his cloak Kro’tag relaxed and listened.
Swiftly Kro’tag blanketed the fire. Brik instantly knew what was about to happen. Kro’tag silently pointed to the road and they both slunk on their bellies beneath the tall grasses along Victory Road. Kro’tag had heard the footsteps leagues away. As the pair watched a small figure came trundling down Victory Road.
As the small figure trundled by they both leapt out! Kro’tag drew and swung his sword while Brik fumbled in his cloak. The small figure stumbled and fell flat on his face his crossbow arm landing hard causing the crossbow to fire hitting Kro’Tag in the knee with a bolt dropping him to the ground. Brik gasped, found his white crystal sliver, rubbed it, then threw a dagger at the small prone figure. The dagger Brik threw tumbled over and over and over landing several feet away while the gnome shot moppy-haired Brik squarely in the face with a bolt killing him instantly.
Kro’tag crawled back into the grass. He knew this was not a situation he could not win. He would drag himself to safety then find a healer and all would be good. As Kro’tag crawled through the grass a single white feather dropped before his eyes. He heard a snicker, turned to see the gnome with a crossbow aimed at him, and left Elanthia at the pull of a trigger. A soft hoot came from the darkness above.
Chad, player of a few
Kro’tag was proud of his station now. He was not unhandsome, very fit, and full of vigor. The matrons of the brothels knew him as a good customer. Never any trouble. Always good coin. He kept to himself, was cordial, and outside of the odd occasion, not a drunk. Kro’tag enjoyed his life having risen from horrific beginnings.
Brik the moppy-haired half elf, who wasn’t dumber than he looked, fumbled with the flint and tinder in his hands. As a companion, Brik was not useless, thought he did lack practical talents. He had connections that most did not. His vest was full of the most reliable trinkets. As a survivalist he was complete rubbish..
Kro’tag rose swiftly and strode over to Brik slamming his hand into his head! “Fool! You cannot even light a match!” Brik cowered and shrugged saying “I think the tinder is wet!” Kro’tag shook his head causing his mane of blue-black hair to shower over his broad leather-armored shoulders. He grabbed the flint and tinder in his large hands, nudged Brik with a strong elbow, and proceeded to strike up a flame. He tenderly put the tinder under the logs Brik had built, softly blowing air underneath, to stoke up a modest fire. Brik’s downturned eyes grew alight as the fire did. Brik giggled and clapped his wrapped hands. “You did it!” said Brik to his krolvin mate. Kro’tag might have smirked as he stood up rubbing his large hands together striding away to sit on a log nearby.
As the night progressed the two absorbed the heat of their makeshift campfire while they waited. They dined on the squirrel Brik had felled with the flick of his dagger. The sun dropped below the horizon and the symphony of the night began to take its chorus. While Brik sorted through his cloak Kro’tag relaxed and listened.
Swiftly Kro’tag blanketed the fire. Brik instantly knew what was about to happen. Kro’tag silently pointed to the road and they both slunk on their bellies beneath the tall grasses along Victory Road. Kro’tag had heard the footsteps leagues away. As the pair watched a small figure came trundling down Victory Road.
As the small figure trundled by they both leapt out! Kro’tag drew and swung his sword while Brik fumbled in his cloak. The small figure stumbled and fell flat on his face his crossbow arm landing hard causing the crossbow to fire hitting Kro’Tag in the knee with a bolt dropping him to the ground. Brik gasped, found his white crystal sliver, rubbed it, then threw a dagger at the small prone figure. The dagger Brik threw tumbled over and over and over landing several feet away while the gnome shot moppy-haired Brik squarely in the face with a bolt killing him instantly.
Kro’tag crawled back into the grass. He knew this was not a situation he could not win. He would drag himself to safety then find a healer and all would be good. As Kro’tag crawled through the grass a single white feather dropped before his eyes. He heard a snicker, turned to see the gnome with a crossbow aimed at him, and left Elanthia at the pull of a trigger. A soft hoot came from the darkness above.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
The Living Mosaic
08/24/2015 12:10 AM CDT
There is an impossible mosaic made up of an infinite amount of tiles made up of every material, shape, image, language, sound, and color, imaginable and unimaginable that inhabits a dome above the stars that is a living record of all the lives within the universe on the sweeping edge of the present.
The mosaic is a living map of all souls. The tiles that make it up represent the entirety of every person alive from birth to death. The mosaic sheds tiles upon a soul’s passing sending them twinkling down into the stars like loose feathers. Tiles that fall are collected and sorted with some going back into the mosaic while others return to the great forge.
The mosaic has a keeper whose purpose is to sort tiles that fall from the mosaic into two categories. Tiles that fall of those who have not paid tribute are given back to the forge to create new tiles. The tiles of those who have paid tribute are put back into their previous places in the living mosaic.
This keeper of the mosaic has wings that aid in this unending relentless eternal task that it never shows any emotion about. It is the keeper’s duty, it’s function, it’s purpose, and in that it has no remorse or joy.
Some say that falling stars in the night sky are souls who did not pay tribute.
Chad, player of a few
The mosaic is a living map of all souls. The tiles that make it up represent the entirety of every person alive from birth to death. The mosaic sheds tiles upon a soul’s passing sending them twinkling down into the stars like loose feathers. Tiles that fall are collected and sorted with some going back into the mosaic while others return to the great forge.
The mosaic has a keeper whose purpose is to sort tiles that fall from the mosaic into two categories. Tiles that fall of those who have not paid tribute are given back to the forge to create new tiles. The tiles of those who have paid tribute are put back into their previous places in the living mosaic.
This keeper of the mosaic has wings that aid in this unending relentless eternal task that it never shows any emotion about. It is the keeper’s duty, it’s function, it’s purpose, and in that it has no remorse or joy.
Some say that falling stars in the night sky are souls who did not pay tribute.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
An Average Day: Part Three
08/24/2015 12:11 AM CDT
The gnome stood up and exhaled. Bethesda landed not far away in total silence it’s golden eyes observing the scene. The gnome pulled his bolts from the two bandits, searched them for anything of value, tossing a ruby into his waistcoat and some silvers in his pockets. “Dinner is paid for!” exclaimed the gnome as he put away his light crossbow. “Come on, Bethesda!” he cheered as he turned and trundled back up Victory Road to the fortress of Ta’Vaalor. Bethesda took flight rising high into the evening sky where it was more peaceful than near the ground.
As Bethesda descended towards Victory Gate the gnome was already finished explaining to the guards where they would find the bodies of the bandits. The guards both looked at each other stunned. The first guard told the other to confirm it causing the other to swiftly make his way to the reported location. Bethesda came to rest on a crenellation above the gate while the guard told the gnome to wait. The gnome beamed happily at the guard, plopped into a sitting position, and proceeded to pat his favorite velvet green waistcoat free of dust, straightening his plum velvet bowtie, and sorting through the bolts in his quiver to rebundle them in a more orderly fashion.
The other guard came back with a nod to the first one saying “He got them”. The first guard tapped his finger to his nose then shrugged saying begrudgingly to the gnome, “Alright. I’ll approve this bounty. Let me see the papers.” The gnome flicked his wrist producing the papers in his little hand to give to the to the guard who made a quick mark on them. The gnome jumped up, tucked the papers into his waistcoat, and bid “Happy evening!” to the guards before tromping through Victory Gate. The guards glanced at each other slightly bewildered and definitely bemused. Bethesda hopped over the crenellations of the walled fortress soaring down to the cobblestones of Victory Wey where the gnome had arrived.
The gnome beamed at Bethesda saying “Thank you! Here is your treat for helping me today!” pulling a salted baked cracker out of his bandolier. Bethesda’s golden eyes grew alight at the sight of the cracker. The gnome broke it into pieces taking the time to feed every one of them to Bethesda who relished consuming them. After the last piece the gnome said to Bethesda “Go get some rest! I’ll call you when we have work again!” Bethesda gave a quiet hoot then flapped it’s wings silently disappearing into the dark skies above.
The gnome made his way back to the Taskmaster’s office. The Taskmaster always seemed to be on duty except when he needed a few minutes before handing out new tasks most likely for a nap. The Taskmaster looked surprised when the gnome walked into his office, bounty papers raised high, for a gnome, in his small hand. The gnome proclaimed “I got those stupid bandits! Shot them in their faces!” The Taskmaster took the papers recognizing the mark of the guard. The Taskmaster nodded, made a note in his ledger, then leaned down to his safe pulling out a number of silver coins laying them in a stack along the edge of his desk. The Taskmaster sat back and watched as the gnome hooted grabbing all the silvers and stuffing them in his pockets. The gnome said “Happy evening mister Taskmaster sir!” before leaving. The Taskmaster chuckled slightly, shook his head, then went back to work.
The gnome headed back to the Legendary Rest hungry for supper. Coleesta’s dining room was more full in the evening hours with all sorts of customers. The gnome liked taking a booth to relax at this time of night enjoying his supper uninterrupted then having an ale afterwards while he made sketches in his notebook of designs for airships, crossbows, and other inventions. He also watched all the different people who passed in the night while eavesdropping on their stories of adventure.
Chad, player of a few
As Bethesda descended towards Victory Gate the gnome was already finished explaining to the guards where they would find the bodies of the bandits. The guards both looked at each other stunned. The first guard told the other to confirm it causing the other to swiftly make his way to the reported location. Bethesda came to rest on a crenellation above the gate while the guard told the gnome to wait. The gnome beamed happily at the guard, plopped into a sitting position, and proceeded to pat his favorite velvet green waistcoat free of dust, straightening his plum velvet bowtie, and sorting through the bolts in his quiver to rebundle them in a more orderly fashion.
The other guard came back with a nod to the first one saying “He got them”. The first guard tapped his finger to his nose then shrugged saying begrudgingly to the gnome, “Alright. I’ll approve this bounty. Let me see the papers.” The gnome flicked his wrist producing the papers in his little hand to give to the to the guard who made a quick mark on them. The gnome jumped up, tucked the papers into his waistcoat, and bid “Happy evening!” to the guards before tromping through Victory Gate. The guards glanced at each other slightly bewildered and definitely bemused. Bethesda hopped over the crenellations of the walled fortress soaring down to the cobblestones of Victory Wey where the gnome had arrived.
The gnome beamed at Bethesda saying “Thank you! Here is your treat for helping me today!” pulling a salted baked cracker out of his bandolier. Bethesda’s golden eyes grew alight at the sight of the cracker. The gnome broke it into pieces taking the time to feed every one of them to Bethesda who relished consuming them. After the last piece the gnome said to Bethesda “Go get some rest! I’ll call you when we have work again!” Bethesda gave a quiet hoot then flapped it’s wings silently disappearing into the dark skies above.
The gnome made his way back to the Taskmaster’s office. The Taskmaster always seemed to be on duty except when he needed a few minutes before handing out new tasks most likely for a nap. The Taskmaster looked surprised when the gnome walked into his office, bounty papers raised high, for a gnome, in his small hand. The gnome proclaimed “I got those stupid bandits! Shot them in their faces!” The Taskmaster took the papers recognizing the mark of the guard. The Taskmaster nodded, made a note in his ledger, then leaned down to his safe pulling out a number of silver coins laying them in a stack along the edge of his desk. The Taskmaster sat back and watched as the gnome hooted grabbing all the silvers and stuffing them in his pockets. The gnome said “Happy evening mister Taskmaster sir!” before leaving. The Taskmaster chuckled slightly, shook his head, then went back to work.
The gnome headed back to the Legendary Rest hungry for supper. Coleesta’s dining room was more full in the evening hours with all sorts of customers. The gnome liked taking a booth to relax at this time of night enjoying his supper uninterrupted then having an ale afterwards while he made sketches in his notebook of designs for airships, crossbows, and other inventions. He also watched all the different people who passed in the night while eavesdropping on their stories of adventure.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
The Appointed
08/25/2015 10:57 PM CDT
A bloated middle aged man wearing drabby brown clothes woke up under an old unused dock in Solhaven knocking over numerous empty wine bottles while the tide lapped lightly at his bare feet.
It all came rushing back to him. The ancient man cringed in pain. The memories of every story of every person who had ever lived, died, or was yet to be born returned to his mind. He was cursed and he knew exactly how, when, and where he and all kind would meet their end.
The old man stabilized himself on a grey tide-marked pillar. The only thing he did not know was why and that brought him some amount of comfort. He knew where he needed to be and when. To speak with one of his kind, or anyone, he never had to make arrangements. He would show up at the time and place where he knew they were going to be.
The young man’s gaze turned to the clear blue sky with Kharam Dzu on the distant horizon all reflected in the smooth morning water of Solhaven Bay.
The mature man straightened up and strode with purpose to the Solhaven market where he was to meet one of his kind.
Chad, player of a few
It all came rushing back to him. The ancient man cringed in pain. The memories of every story of every person who had ever lived, died, or was yet to be born returned to his mind. He was cursed and he knew exactly how, when, and where he and all kind would meet their end.
The old man stabilized himself on a grey tide-marked pillar. The only thing he did not know was why and that brought him some amount of comfort. He knew where he needed to be and when. To speak with one of his kind, or anyone, he never had to make arrangements. He would show up at the time and place where he knew they were going to be.
The young man’s gaze turned to the clear blue sky with Kharam Dzu on the distant horizon all reflected in the smooth morning water of Solhaven Bay.
The mature man straightened up and strode with purpose to the Solhaven market where he was to meet one of his kind.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
The Quick
08/26/2015 10:51 PM CDT
A slender man stood at the edge of Solhaven’s bustling morning market filled with fishmongers, traders, merchants, day workers, adventurers, with all sorts of citizens going about their business.
He was the fastest man alive. He played this game to remain sharp. He could pickpocket anyone with both hands behind his back while staring them straight in the eye.
He stepped into the crowded market satchel empty the game afoot. One second later he arrived at the other side counting five thousand four hundred fifty-one coins and forty-two gems. Not his best but not bad.
One last mark stood between him and the alley of his escape. As the slender man attempted to slip his hand into the mark’s pocket the mark suddenly grabbed his wrist.
The slender man blinked then wrest his wrist back saying, “Good morning. What is the pleasure of this appointment?” with a smirk. The mature man straightened up and said, “I need to see the Keeper.” The slender man asked, “Why do you need me?” The mature man said, “Because you are quick and will deliver a message for me.”
The slender man considered the mature man’s words then said “Well then, off we go!” The mature man interrupted saying, “After you leave those ill-gotten gains at the orphanage.” The slender man asked, “Oh really? Is that what I am to do with my hard work?” The mature man confidently replied, “Yes. Then you take me to the Keeper.”
The slender man grinned, “Well you know everything.” leading the mature man to leave the riches of the morning on the doorstep of the local orphanage.
Chad, player of a few
He was the fastest man alive. He played this game to remain sharp. He could pickpocket anyone with both hands behind his back while staring them straight in the eye.
He stepped into the crowded market satchel empty the game afoot. One second later he arrived at the other side counting five thousand four hundred fifty-one coins and forty-two gems. Not his best but not bad.
One last mark stood between him and the alley of his escape. As the slender man attempted to slip his hand into the mark’s pocket the mark suddenly grabbed his wrist.
The slender man blinked then wrest his wrist back saying, “Good morning. What is the pleasure of this appointment?” with a smirk. The mature man straightened up and said, “I need to see the Keeper.” The slender man asked, “Why do you need me?” The mature man said, “Because you are quick and will deliver a message for me.”
The slender man considered the mature man’s words then said “Well then, off we go!” The mature man interrupted saying, “After you leave those ill-gotten gains at the orphanage.” The slender man asked, “Oh really? Is that what I am to do with my hard work?” The mature man confidently replied, “Yes. Then you take me to the Keeper.”
The slender man grinned, “Well you know everything.” leading the mature man to leave the riches of the morning on the doorstep of the local orphanage.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
New Friends
09/03/2015 11:45 PM CDT
Wearing his favorite green velvet waistcoat the gnome set off to Neartofar Forest. He had just learned the familiar spell from the Wizard Guildmaster in the tower and wanted to find a good familiar. He had spotted a parliament of owls in Neartofar he had hoped he could entice into service.
Once there he recited the series of phrases he had learned from the mysterious Master Quelyon to cast his consciousness out into the ether in search of a familiar to bond with.
His first attempt brought a green frog. Nice frog but not what he was after. Another cast brought a bare-baked pygmy bat. Not likely. Yet another cast brought a plump brown mouse. Cast after cast brought all sorts of interesting prospects. But not the one he was looking for.
Soon, with all the animal activity, great black bears showed looking for lunch!.
The gnome fled along with all the animals in a flurry of furry tails, hopping, flapping, and scrambling.
The gnome returned to the fortress thinking that any animals he did not keep would be safer. He went to a quiet place in the merchant area near Guardian Keep.
He worked all through the evening into the morning hours. Cast after cast, bat after frog after hawk after mouse, casting and releasing, searching for the perfect familiar, as the sun rose giving the limestone walls of the fortress a golden glow.
The sounds and smells of morning in the fortress began to stir. Soldiers barking orders while marching in the courtyard, aromas of breakfast, bells from the Hall of the Arkati, the opening of shutters, doors, and windows as the Fortress began to stir with life.
Then shrieks and shouts from within Guardian Keep! Unbeknownst to the gnome, under cover of the night, most of the potential familiars he set free found their way into the Keep through a nearby gate and window above, and had now infested just about nook and cranny within!
A magister found a spotted-bellied frog under his ceremonial hat while dressing. A lady awoke to a split-tailed bat fluttering around her room. A cook discovered a disheveled kit fox devouring the morning’s fresh eggs set out for breakfast. The librarian opened the doors of the Keep’s Library setting half a dozen wyrdlings spinning down the halls scattering loose papers in their wake.
King Qalinor opened the doors to the Petitionary to find a fat tabby cat laying on his throne calmly cleaning herself while other cats were chasing mice, foxes chasing frogs, falcons swooping in the domed ceilings overhead, and a murder of ravens squawking loudly in the chandeliers.
Beyond the nearby gate were shouts of soldiers preparing to address the chaos within Guardian Keep. With one last cast the gnome summoned a golden-eyed majestic white owl. The owl arrived none too pleased. The gnome pleaded with the golden-eyed majestic white owl for help. The gnome exclaimed, “If you don’t help me I’ll perish!”
The majestic white owl rotated it’s neck with lidded golden eye from the gate to the gnome and back. The gate trembled. The owl exhaled a soft “hoot”, spread its great wings wide, and within two flaps, grabbed the gnome by the collar of his favorite green velvet waistcoat and launched into the sky over the wall.
Several Vaalorian guards spilled out of the gate taking positions. One of them thought they heard the sound of a gnome cackling above.
Chad, player of a few
Once there he recited the series of phrases he had learned from the mysterious Master Quelyon to cast his consciousness out into the ether in search of a familiar to bond with.
His first attempt brought a green frog. Nice frog but not what he was after. Another cast brought a bare-baked pygmy bat. Not likely. Yet another cast brought a plump brown mouse. Cast after cast brought all sorts of interesting prospects. But not the one he was looking for.
Soon, with all the animal activity, great black bears showed looking for lunch!.
The gnome fled along with all the animals in a flurry of furry tails, hopping, flapping, and scrambling.
The gnome returned to the fortress thinking that any animals he did not keep would be safer. He went to a quiet place in the merchant area near Guardian Keep.
He worked all through the evening into the morning hours. Cast after cast, bat after frog after hawk after mouse, casting and releasing, searching for the perfect familiar, as the sun rose giving the limestone walls of the fortress a golden glow.
The sounds and smells of morning in the fortress began to stir. Soldiers barking orders while marching in the courtyard, aromas of breakfast, bells from the Hall of the Arkati, the opening of shutters, doors, and windows as the Fortress began to stir with life.
Then shrieks and shouts from within Guardian Keep! Unbeknownst to the gnome, under cover of the night, most of the potential familiars he set free found their way into the Keep through a nearby gate and window above, and had now infested just about nook and cranny within!
A magister found a spotted-bellied frog under his ceremonial hat while dressing. A lady awoke to a split-tailed bat fluttering around her room. A cook discovered a disheveled kit fox devouring the morning’s fresh eggs set out for breakfast. The librarian opened the doors of the Keep’s Library setting half a dozen wyrdlings spinning down the halls scattering loose papers in their wake.
King Qalinor opened the doors to the Petitionary to find a fat tabby cat laying on his throne calmly cleaning herself while other cats were chasing mice, foxes chasing frogs, falcons swooping in the domed ceilings overhead, and a murder of ravens squawking loudly in the chandeliers.
Beyond the nearby gate were shouts of soldiers preparing to address the chaos within Guardian Keep. With one last cast the gnome summoned a golden-eyed majestic white owl. The owl arrived none too pleased. The gnome pleaded with the golden-eyed majestic white owl for help. The gnome exclaimed, “If you don’t help me I’ll perish!”
The majestic white owl rotated it’s neck with lidded golden eye from the gate to the gnome and back. The gate trembled. The owl exhaled a soft “hoot”, spread its great wings wide, and within two flaps, grabbed the gnome by the collar of his favorite green velvet waistcoat and launched into the sky over the wall.
Several Vaalorian guards spilled out of the gate taking positions. One of them thought they heard the sound of a gnome cackling above.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
The Golden Pegasus
09/18/2015 10:09 AM CDT
The Quick and the Appointed arrived at the top of a secluded peak along the Dragon Spine housing a cliffside hangar carved right into the rock to find First Mate Loreman checking off a list.
First Mate Loreman raised her giant meticulously manicured fingertips to the brim of her brushed sable tricorner in salute upon seeing the pair, warmly stating “Good morning, Captain.” while shifting a wary gaze at his Appointment. Captain Quick replied, “Fair morning, Master Loreman. We embark immediately!” as the pair made their way to the lift. First Mate Loreman snipped, “She’s been ready, Captain.” then made a loud whistle causing a group of gnomes to leap onto a crank issuing a loud siren from a large horn alerting crew members who burst into furious activity.
This hanger is home to the most wondrous airship ever constructed: The Golden Pegasus. It’s masthead and body built in the fashion of a great golden mare towering on stout legs ending in massive adamantine hooves with an articulated mast system wrapped with pure sheets of veniom splayed out serving as sails in the shape of great wings.
The crew, from the First Mate to the Deckhand to the Chef, were personally pilfered from the most elite airship crews by Captain Quick himself whether by hand or by silver.
First Mate Loreman arrived behind Captain Quick and his Appointment in the control room centered in the breast of the vessel before a large viewing window. “Take us out, Master Loreman.” commanded Captain Quick. Adjusting her large black rimmed glasses the pale giantwoman parted her perpetually smirked ruby red lips calmly inquiring, “Our destination?” Captain Quick stated, “The Living Mosaic.”
Chad, player of a few
First Mate Loreman raised her giant meticulously manicured fingertips to the brim of her brushed sable tricorner in salute upon seeing the pair, warmly stating “Good morning, Captain.” while shifting a wary gaze at his Appointment. Captain Quick replied, “Fair morning, Master Loreman. We embark immediately!” as the pair made their way to the lift. First Mate Loreman snipped, “She’s been ready, Captain.” then made a loud whistle causing a group of gnomes to leap onto a crank issuing a loud siren from a large horn alerting crew members who burst into furious activity.
This hanger is home to the most wondrous airship ever constructed: The Golden Pegasus. It’s masthead and body built in the fashion of a great golden mare towering on stout legs ending in massive adamantine hooves with an articulated mast system wrapped with pure sheets of veniom splayed out serving as sails in the shape of great wings.
The crew, from the First Mate to the Deckhand to the Chef, were personally pilfered from the most elite airship crews by Captain Quick himself whether by hand or by silver.
First Mate Loreman arrived behind Captain Quick and his Appointment in the control room centered in the breast of the vessel before a large viewing window. “Take us out, Master Loreman.” commanded Captain Quick. Adjusting her large black rimmed glasses the pale giantwoman parted her perpetually smirked ruby red lips calmly inquiring, “Our destination?” Captain Quick stated, “The Living Mosaic.”
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
The Voyage Part I
10/07/2015 10:53 PM CDT
In the control room of The Golden Pegasus were Captain Quick, his First Mate the pale giantess pirate Loreman, and his passenger the Appointed.
In engineering Chief Engineer Triplehands grumbled, “Stoke the fire. Turn the cranks!” as his dozens of gnomish assistants scampered about, fueling the furnaces, securing hatches, tying down equipment, turning cranks, and opening and closing various vents.
Valence Navigator Levianthia Sherula of the Extrachthonic Cartographer’s Guild looked up from her reading of “Anatomie Obscura“ in her quarters at the announcement coming through the horn, her faithful Palestrian Guard Phis the Silent kneeling in meditation on the luxurious carpet in the corner. As the Harrower rose donning her panoptic Phis rose donning her claidhmore.
Harrower Levianthia, along with her Palestra Phis, boarded the deck. The Harrower needed full spatial awareness that the control room viewing window could not provide, and Phis with spiritual magic and mighty claidhmore to protect her, as she navigated the unseen energies of the Valence that her panoptic could interpret. Captain Quick took to the deck as well, twin daggers drawn, as he took responsibility for his ship and crew to protect them both.
The Golden Pegasus galloped into the sky, flapping majestic veniom wings, with fiery bursts from below it’s massive adamantine hooves. The Appointed remained at the viewing window calmly taking in the sights as they passed the twin moons Lornan and Liabo.
Chef Sket the ogre happily diced onions in the Galley’s kitchen as the ship’s trio of musicians played. They prefered to practice in the kitchen where they were rewarded with advance offerings of the voyage's meals. Each a master of their chosen master quality instruments they played into horns that spread their compositions throughout The Golden Pegasus for those that opted to listen.
As the musicians played in the galley kitchen the Harrower above deck uttered sibilant incantations opening a massive doorway to a Valance which The Golden Pegasus galloped into on the way to the Mosaic.
Chad, player of a few
In engineering Chief Engineer Triplehands grumbled, “Stoke the fire. Turn the cranks!” as his dozens of gnomish assistants scampered about, fueling the furnaces, securing hatches, tying down equipment, turning cranks, and opening and closing various vents.
Valence Navigator Levianthia Sherula of the Extrachthonic Cartographer’s Guild looked up from her reading of “Anatomie Obscura“ in her quarters at the announcement coming through the horn, her faithful Palestrian Guard Phis the Silent kneeling in meditation on the luxurious carpet in the corner. As the Harrower rose donning her panoptic Phis rose donning her claidhmore.
Harrower Levianthia, along with her Palestra Phis, boarded the deck. The Harrower needed full spatial awareness that the control room viewing window could not provide, and Phis with spiritual magic and mighty claidhmore to protect her, as she navigated the unseen energies of the Valence that her panoptic could interpret. Captain Quick took to the deck as well, twin daggers drawn, as he took responsibility for his ship and crew to protect them both.
The Golden Pegasus galloped into the sky, flapping majestic veniom wings, with fiery bursts from below it’s massive adamantine hooves. The Appointed remained at the viewing window calmly taking in the sights as they passed the twin moons Lornan and Liabo.
Chef Sket the ogre happily diced onions in the Galley’s kitchen as the ship’s trio of musicians played. They prefered to practice in the kitchen where they were rewarded with advance offerings of the voyage's meals. Each a master of their chosen master quality instruments they played into horns that spread their compositions throughout The Golden Pegasus for those that opted to listen.
As the musicians played in the galley kitchen the Harrower above deck uttered sibilant incantations opening a massive doorway to a Valance which The Golden Pegasus galloped into on the way to the Mosaic.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
The Chef Part 1
10/09/2015 10:19 PM CDT
It was truffle season so chef Wilkits of the local human Barony cursed when his gatherer did not show up most likely due to a hangover The area was near an ogre village but if one was early and stealthy there was a bounty to be had in relative safety. Chef Wilkits set out into the morning fog with his best butcher’s knife.
As he crept through the fog-blanketed forest he spotted a small figure sitting in the dirt. He approached cautiously spying on what turned out to be an ogre child stuffing truffles into a sack! He ran up and grabbed the young ogre by the collar who squirmed in terror at being caught. Chef Wilkits demanded, “How did you find those!” The ogre child sniffed and pointed to a plot of ground nearby.
Chef Wilkits dragged the ogre child to the place he pointed at and rasped, “Dig!” The ogre child obeyed and pulled out the biggest truffle the Chef had ever seen! Chef Wikits was beside himself and exclaimed, “You are my new sniffing sow!” at the ogre child, before dragging him, and more truffles than he had ever gathered, back to the Barony’s kitchen.
Chad, player of a few
As he crept through the fog-blanketed forest he spotted a small figure sitting in the dirt. He approached cautiously spying on what turned out to be an ogre child stuffing truffles into a sack! He ran up and grabbed the young ogre by the collar who squirmed in terror at being caught. Chef Wilkits demanded, “How did you find those!” The ogre child sniffed and pointed to a plot of ground nearby.
Chef Wilkits dragged the ogre child to the place he pointed at and rasped, “Dig!” The ogre child obeyed and pulled out the biggest truffle the Chef had ever seen! Chef Wikits was beside himself and exclaimed, “You are my new sniffing sow!” at the ogre child, before dragging him, and more truffles than he had ever gathered, back to the Barony’s kitchen.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
The Chef Part 2
10/10/2015 04:34 PM CDT
Chef Wilkits smuggled the ogre child back to his kitchen and locked him in an old unused closet.
He was not a popular chef. His meals often brought comments of too bland or too salty. His Baron was constantly annoyed by his Baroness to find a better chef but no one within the barony showed any promise.
Chef Wilkits, having captured the ogre boy for truffle sniffing, decided there was more work the boy could do. Chef Wilkits dropped a bag of potatoes in front of the boy and exclaimed, “Peel all of these and you can eat all the peelings!” The poor ogre boy nodded in acquiescence.
The next morning Chef Wilkits found the ogre boy in his kitchen! The ogre boy had taken the potato skins and grilled them on the hearth adding soft cheese on top. While very vexed the chef sampled one of the skins and was delighted!
The chef immediately went to his Baron with the potato skins and requested a private kitchen so he could come up with new delights for the Barony. The Baron, of course, granted this request.
Chef Wilkits, a not-talentend chef, secured the ogre boy in his now private kitchen with armed guards no less! He dropped a bag of carrots before the ogre child and exclaimed, “Peel these carrots and you can eat the peelings!”
The next morning the chef walked in to see the ogre boy eating some orange cake. The ogre boy had taken the carrot shavings, mashed them into a pulp, then added flour, sugar, and butter, to make a sweet yet savory cake.
Chef Wilkits, knew, now, what a treasure he had. Night after night, under armed guard, he stole away into his private kitchen, where the ogre boy was locked, to steal recipes from the ogre boy with a good nose, to delight his Baron.
He was not a popular chef. His meals often brought comments of too bland or too salty. His Baron was constantly annoyed by his Baroness to find a better chef but no one within the barony showed any promise.
Chef Wilkits, having captured the ogre boy for truffle sniffing, decided there was more work the boy could do. Chef Wilkits dropped a bag of potatoes in front of the boy and exclaimed, “Peel all of these and you can eat all the peelings!” The poor ogre boy nodded in acquiescence.
The next morning Chef Wilkits found the ogre boy in his kitchen! The ogre boy had taken the potato skins and grilled them on the hearth adding soft cheese on top. While very vexed the chef sampled one of the skins and was delighted!
The chef immediately went to his Baron with the potato skins and requested a private kitchen so he could come up with new delights for the Barony. The Baron, of course, granted this request.
Chef Wilkits, a not-talentend chef, secured the ogre boy in his now private kitchen with armed guards no less! He dropped a bag of carrots before the ogre child and exclaimed, “Peel these carrots and you can eat the peelings!”
The next morning the chef walked in to see the ogre boy eating some orange cake. The ogre boy had taken the carrot shavings, mashed them into a pulp, then added flour, sugar, and butter, to make a sweet yet savory cake.
Chef Wilkits, knew, now, what a treasure he had. Night after night, under armed guard, he stole away into his private kitchen, where the ogre boy was locked, to steal recipes from the ogre boy with a good nose, to delight his Baron.
ZENDADA
The Chef Part 3
10/15/2015 10:51 PM CDT
Over the years news of the culinary delights of the chef of the Barony spread. The Baron announced a special banquet inviting all the nobles under him to attend.
It was a grand affair. Royal folk arrived in splendid dress. All were eager to sample the Baron’s chef’s delights, including a slender young noble from a lesser known piece of land from the North.
The banquet was quite the success! The courses made people weep, laugh, and start! The slender young noble slipped away into the halls to find the kitchen to meet the chef.
The slender young noble found the chef in the kitchen. “What brilliance! What taste! You are a master!” said the slender young noble to the chef. The chef stood proud at the adulation. “Can you give me a tour of your kitchen, good sir?” asked the slender young noble. The chef, beaming with pride, replied, “Of course!”
Chef Wilkits lead the slender young noble through the various areas of his kitchen. The preparing areas, the stoves, the dry storage, and passed the locked and heavily guarded private kitchen ending at the stairs back to the party. The slender young noble bowed saying, “You are very graceful. Thank you, chef.” before departing down the stairs.
After everyone left, and the tables were cleared, the slender young noble stole back to the hallways into the locked and heavily guarded door undetected to find a young ogre man happy dicing onions. The slender young noble addressed the ogre saying, “Do you know why I am here?” The ogre man shook his head. The slender young noble said, “Anything under lock and key is worth stealing and that my friend is you!”
The slender young noble sat on the table helping himself to a raw onion slice asking, “Do you like your life here or would you like to be a chef on an airship going on many adventures?”
The ogre contemplated this and quickly nodded to the slender young noble. The slender young noble asked the ogre, “What is your name?” The ogre replied, “Skettchitanio!” The slender young noble said, “Ok, Sket!” and him whisked off to the Golden Pegasus’ kitchen.
Chad, player of a few
It was a grand affair. Royal folk arrived in splendid dress. All were eager to sample the Baron’s chef’s delights, including a slender young noble from a lesser known piece of land from the North.
The banquet was quite the success! The courses made people weep, laugh, and start! The slender young noble slipped away into the halls to find the kitchen to meet the chef.
The slender young noble found the chef in the kitchen. “What brilliance! What taste! You are a master!” said the slender young noble to the chef. The chef stood proud at the adulation. “Can you give me a tour of your kitchen, good sir?” asked the slender young noble. The chef, beaming with pride, replied, “Of course!”
Chef Wilkits lead the slender young noble through the various areas of his kitchen. The preparing areas, the stoves, the dry storage, and passed the locked and heavily guarded private kitchen ending at the stairs back to the party. The slender young noble bowed saying, “You are very graceful. Thank you, chef.” before departing down the stairs.
After everyone left, and the tables were cleared, the slender young noble stole back to the hallways into the locked and heavily guarded door undetected to find a young ogre man happy dicing onions. The slender young noble addressed the ogre saying, “Do you know why I am here?” The ogre man shook his head. The slender young noble said, “Anything under lock and key is worth stealing and that my friend is you!”
The slender young noble sat on the table helping himself to a raw onion slice asking, “Do you like your life here or would you like to be a chef on an airship going on many adventures?”
The ogre contemplated this and quickly nodded to the slender young noble. The slender young noble asked the ogre, “What is your name?” The ogre replied, “Skettchitanio!” The slender young noble said, “Ok, Sket!” and him whisked off to the Golden Pegasus’ kitchen.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
The Voyage Part II
11/24/2015 01:28 PM CST
As the Golden Pegasus galloped into the doorway of the Valance summoned by Harrower Levianthia huge mountains arrived on all sides containing anti-volcanos sucking raw plasma from fiery air. The planes of land and sky were askew making the path through this unique Valance a treacherous twist through mountainous peaks and fiery plasma clouded skies filled with black void tornadoes.
The Harrower on deck took mental control of the Golden Pegasus’ helmsman, moving his arms with her thoughts to steer through the confusion, her bright white panoptic eye deciphering the proper paths through the crazy maze between land and sky while also avoiding the unseen dangers of the invisible anti-mana geysers erupting from the mountainous peaks replenishing the plasma storms.
Clouds of rolton-sized flying void octopi with urglaes teeth descended upon the Golden Pegasus on her flight through the Valance, attacking the trio above deck, while attaching themselves to the hull trying to rip inside.
Palestra Phis shouted dropping 30 void octopi to the deck then whirled about with her claidhmore shattering them all while Captain Quick stole the life out of a dozen more in less than a second, their shattered pieces sucked back into the black tornados that surrounded them. Harrower Levanthia spread her arms, her fine black hair, robes and vestments flapping wildly around her, panoptic eye shining brightly across the bow into the chaos, controlling the helmsman with her mind through the maze.
At the viewing window in the breast of the Golden Pegasus sat the Appointed. He already knew how this voyage would end. He already knew how he would meet his end and it was not today. He knew the stories of everyone who had ever lived, died, or were yet to be born. Having this knowledge was claustrophobic so he took great delight in detached moments. Moments like the one currently through the viewing window: Sailing a great airship through plasma storms, void tornados full of hostile octopi, surrounded by mountains spouting anti-mana geysers. The Appointed relaxed.
A million discordant voices whispered to the Harrower… “Stay with us... ” The Harrower felt an almost irresistible tug at her very soul then screamed! Palestra Phis and Captain Quick continued to shatter the deluge of tentacled assailants as the Harrower steadied herself steering the Golden Pegasus through the other side of the Valance to the safety of the stars just below the Living Mosaic.
Chad, player of a few
The Harrower on deck took mental control of the Golden Pegasus’ helmsman, moving his arms with her thoughts to steer through the confusion, her bright white panoptic eye deciphering the proper paths through the crazy maze between land and sky while also avoiding the unseen dangers of the invisible anti-mana geysers erupting from the mountainous peaks replenishing the plasma storms.
Clouds of rolton-sized flying void octopi with urglaes teeth descended upon the Golden Pegasus on her flight through the Valance, attacking the trio above deck, while attaching themselves to the hull trying to rip inside.
Palestra Phis shouted dropping 30 void octopi to the deck then whirled about with her claidhmore shattering them all while Captain Quick stole the life out of a dozen more in less than a second, their shattered pieces sucked back into the black tornados that surrounded them. Harrower Levanthia spread her arms, her fine black hair, robes and vestments flapping wildly around her, panoptic eye shining brightly across the bow into the chaos, controlling the helmsman with her mind through the maze.
At the viewing window in the breast of the Golden Pegasus sat the Appointed. He already knew how this voyage would end. He already knew how he would meet his end and it was not today. He knew the stories of everyone who had ever lived, died, or were yet to be born. Having this knowledge was claustrophobic so he took great delight in detached moments. Moments like the one currently through the viewing window: Sailing a great airship through plasma storms, void tornados full of hostile octopi, surrounded by mountains spouting anti-mana geysers. The Appointed relaxed.
A million discordant voices whispered to the Harrower… “Stay with us... ” The Harrower felt an almost irresistible tug at her very soul then screamed! Palestra Phis and Captain Quick continued to shatter the deluge of tentacled assailants as the Harrower steadied herself steering the Golden Pegasus through the other side of the Valance to the safety of the stars just below the Living Mosaic.
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ZENDADA
The Voyage Epilouge
01/03/2016 01:47 AM CST
As The Golden Pegasus settled into calm after exiting the violent valance the crew of the Golden Pegasus let out a shout of relief!
Palestra Phis guided her exhausted Harrower Levanthia below deck to their quarters placing her on her favorite couch. The Harrower commanded Phis, "Draw the bath. Hot." Phis did as commanded opening valves of hot water into a great porcelain tub. Levanthia then commanded, "Undress and enter the water." Phis removed her plate armor, piece by piece, deliberately as she was taught, stowing each piece away carefully, then entered the bath. Levanthia admired her Palestra then rose from her favorite couch, undressed, and entered the hot porcelain tub with her.
Captain Quick stole into the Viewing room where Master Loreman and the Appointed still sat. Captain Quick ordered master Loreman, "Tell the crew that they did a great job and that there will be a feast tonight!" Master Loreman's ruby red lips smirked saying, "Aye aye, Captain." as she raised her ruby tipped fingernails to her raven black tricorner.
Captain Quick turned to the Appointed and asked, "So when..." before the wise old man cut him off abruptly saying, "I already know what you are going to ask and you already know the answer." Captain Quick grinned saying, "You knew this would not be the end of me! Come join us for a feast!" The wise old man said, "You forget. I asked you to bring me to the Mosaic. You have fulfilled your destiny now I must fulfill mine." Captain Quick asked, "Who makes us do what we do, oh wise brother?" The ancient old man frayed, "That is beyond my sight!"
In the Golden Pegasus' kitchen Chef Sket prepared a meal he knew the crew needed after such a voyage as the ships musicians practiced. Simple rustic comfort food. He would prepare a buffet of roast meats in savory sauces, creamy truffle potatoes, buckets of buttered shrimps, spicy skinned poultry, and a nice citrus salad. He would also serve his secret stash of honey peanut beer.
As the crew of the Golden Pegasus dined and drank the Appointed made his way to his appointment.
Chad, player of a few
Palestra Phis guided her exhausted Harrower Levanthia below deck to their quarters placing her on her favorite couch. The Harrower commanded Phis, "Draw the bath. Hot." Phis did as commanded opening valves of hot water into a great porcelain tub. Levanthia then commanded, "Undress and enter the water." Phis removed her plate armor, piece by piece, deliberately as she was taught, stowing each piece away carefully, then entered the bath. Levanthia admired her Palestra then rose from her favorite couch, undressed, and entered the hot porcelain tub with her.
Captain Quick stole into the Viewing room where Master Loreman and the Appointed still sat. Captain Quick ordered master Loreman, "Tell the crew that they did a great job and that there will be a feast tonight!" Master Loreman's ruby red lips smirked saying, "Aye aye, Captain." as she raised her ruby tipped fingernails to her raven black tricorner.
Captain Quick turned to the Appointed and asked, "So when..." before the wise old man cut him off abruptly saying, "I already know what you are going to ask and you already know the answer." Captain Quick grinned saying, "You knew this would not be the end of me! Come join us for a feast!" The wise old man said, "You forget. I asked you to bring me to the Mosaic. You have fulfilled your destiny now I must fulfill mine." Captain Quick asked, "Who makes us do what we do, oh wise brother?" The ancient old man frayed, "That is beyond my sight!"
In the Golden Pegasus' kitchen Chef Sket prepared a meal he knew the crew needed after such a voyage as the ships musicians practiced. Simple rustic comfort food. He would prepare a buffet of roast meats in savory sauces, creamy truffle potatoes, buckets of buttered shrimps, spicy skinned poultry, and a nice citrus salad. He would also serve his secret stash of honey peanut beer.
As the crew of the Golden Pegasus dined and drank the Appointed made his way to his appointment.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
The Keeper - 1. Ascencion
01/17/2016 12:54 AM CST
The Appointed old wise man left Captain Quick and the crew of the Golden Pegasus to their revelry to ascend to the Living Mosaic.
His wrinkled old bare feet stepped onto the black marble floor filled with stars below. Above head were the tiles that represented all living beings. They were made up of different sorts of materials and symbols, constantly flickering as their lives changed, some even falling from their places above the stars.
He observed the Keeper from a distance, fluttering her great articulated wings, to catch the falling tiles and sort them either back into their places into the Living Mosaic or to return them to the Great Forge below.
As The Keeper got closer to the Appointed he could see her mechanical wings, her stovepipe chest sending steam through her porcelain face plate that resounded like a great pipe organ, and her veil iron extremities. She was the Smith's second greatest work.
The Keeper towered over the Appointed and great pipe organs blew steam through her porcelain face plate that expressed, "The time has finally come, Appointed."
The Appointed old man nodded then looked up at the Living Mosaic.
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His wrinkled old bare feet stepped onto the black marble floor filled with stars below. Above head were the tiles that represented all living beings. They were made up of different sorts of materials and symbols, constantly flickering as their lives changed, some even falling from their places above the stars.
He observed the Keeper from a distance, fluttering her great articulated wings, to catch the falling tiles and sort them either back into their places into the Living Mosaic or to return them to the Great Forge below.
As The Keeper got closer to the Appointed he could see her mechanical wings, her stovepipe chest sending steam through her porcelain face plate that resounded like a great pipe organ, and her veil iron extremities. She was the Smith's second greatest work.
The Keeper towered over the Appointed and great pipe organs blew steam through her porcelain face plate that expressed, "The time has finally come, Appointed."
The Appointed old man nodded then looked up at the Living Mosaic.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
The Keeper - 2. Conversion
02/18/2016 08:02 AM CST
The Appointed took relish in his visits to the Living Mosaic. While he knew the stories of everyone alive, dead, or yet to be born, he considered their lives like many pearls along many strings. The tiles of the Mosaic that represented each individual were unique in their appearance, each of them constantly changing in color and hue, material and device, creating a mesmerizing aurora over the very stars, a visual representation alien enough to the Appointed that observation briefly gave him distraction from his enormous burden.
<Winter at the camp had been brutal this year. A blizzard unlike any other raged outside tearing at the tiny Gnomish cabin along the eastern foot of the Dragonspine Mountains. The family inside tended to their matriarch who had fallen ill in the middle of the night. With the winds threatening to rip the cabin apart they tried desperately to comfort her.>
The young man mused with the gargantuan form of the Keeper afloat weightlessly behind him, he pedestrian to her great towering form, her mechanical wings splayed miles wide, steam escaping from the core in her chest billowing out through her porcelain faceplate framed with pure spun eonake hair creating clouds above, vaalin threaded robes draped over veil iron cased torso and limbs shimmering with cacophony.
"Despite the knowledge of how things were, are, and going to be, coming here always delights me. To actually see it... to behold it all in a manifestation that differs from my understanding is breathtaking, even for one who bears the weight of it all. You, Keeper, are simply an instrument. An automation dilligently without question or investment fufilling a plan you or I have not written yet play integral parts in." dreamily mused the young man.
<Father battled to keep the hearthfire lit with daughter and son turning the matriarch's sweat soaked bedclothes and keeping her hydrated with as warm a water as they could manage. The matriarch was in delierium from the fever that gripped her, speaking convulsively, uttering phrases and words that meant nothing to anyone but her. "Do not... let it.. take me. The wings... are silent. You cannot... see it... cannot hear it." she croaked as daughter wiped her brow and son touched warm water saturated cloth to her lips.>
The yound man turned and rose to look the Keeper in the eye sockets face to face. He spoke to her, "You now must make your very first and ultimately your last and only choice. By virtue of your program you have knowledge of this universe like no other. Yet there is more waiting for you." The Keeper reached veil iron fingers up to the Mosaic. The young man already knew the outcome but was keen to be in the present observing it as it happend. The Keeper plucked an unblemished pure-white diamond tile from the Mosaic.
<The matriarch screamed and doubled over curling up fetally while clutching her heart and stomach. Pain shot through her viscrea as she miscarried. She wept with relief as the pain faded, her fever broke, and the blizzard outside relented. Father, daughter, and son embraced their matriarch, comforting her back to recovery.>
The Keeper handed the young man the tile she plucked from the Mosaic. He accepted it then used his hands to lower her porcelin faceplate revealing a skeleton of intricate gears, pipes, and pistons. He placed the unblemished pure-white diamond tile into a recessed position in the center of her forehead clicking it into place then stepping back.
Stars burst from behind the black eye sockets of the Keeper's faceplate, cyclones of gas clouds spiraled around her, twisting her hair and robes, obscuring her form, discordant reverberations echoing throughout the Mosaic.
When it all cleared the young man reached down and took the Keeper's now pale white fleshed hand in his raising her to her feet. The Keeper stretched out her pure white feathered wings staring up into the mosaic with new pure white eyes softly stating, "I... see it all now."
Chad, player of a few
<Winter at the camp had been brutal this year. A blizzard unlike any other raged outside tearing at the tiny Gnomish cabin along the eastern foot of the Dragonspine Mountains. The family inside tended to their matriarch who had fallen ill in the middle of the night. With the winds threatening to rip the cabin apart they tried desperately to comfort her.>
The young man mused with the gargantuan form of the Keeper afloat weightlessly behind him, he pedestrian to her great towering form, her mechanical wings splayed miles wide, steam escaping from the core in her chest billowing out through her porcelain faceplate framed with pure spun eonake hair creating clouds above, vaalin threaded robes draped over veil iron cased torso and limbs shimmering with cacophony.
"Despite the knowledge of how things were, are, and going to be, coming here always delights me. To actually see it... to behold it all in a manifestation that differs from my understanding is breathtaking, even for one who bears the weight of it all. You, Keeper, are simply an instrument. An automation dilligently without question or investment fufilling a plan you or I have not written yet play integral parts in." dreamily mused the young man.
<Father battled to keep the hearthfire lit with daughter and son turning the matriarch's sweat soaked bedclothes and keeping her hydrated with as warm a water as they could manage. The matriarch was in delierium from the fever that gripped her, speaking convulsively, uttering phrases and words that meant nothing to anyone but her. "Do not... let it.. take me. The wings... are silent. You cannot... see it... cannot hear it." she croaked as daughter wiped her brow and son touched warm water saturated cloth to her lips.>
The yound man turned and rose to look the Keeper in the eye sockets face to face. He spoke to her, "You now must make your very first and ultimately your last and only choice. By virtue of your program you have knowledge of this universe like no other. Yet there is more waiting for you." The Keeper reached veil iron fingers up to the Mosaic. The young man already knew the outcome but was keen to be in the present observing it as it happend. The Keeper plucked an unblemished pure-white diamond tile from the Mosaic.
<The matriarch screamed and doubled over curling up fetally while clutching her heart and stomach. Pain shot through her viscrea as she miscarried. She wept with relief as the pain faded, her fever broke, and the blizzard outside relented. Father, daughter, and son embraced their matriarch, comforting her back to recovery.>
The Keeper handed the young man the tile she plucked from the Mosaic. He accepted it then used his hands to lower her porcelin faceplate revealing a skeleton of intricate gears, pipes, and pistons. He placed the unblemished pure-white diamond tile into a recessed position in the center of her forehead clicking it into place then stepping back.
Stars burst from behind the black eye sockets of the Keeper's faceplate, cyclones of gas clouds spiraled around her, twisting her hair and robes, obscuring her form, discordant reverberations echoing throughout the Mosaic.
When it all cleared the young man reached down and took the Keeper's now pale white fleshed hand in his raising her to her feet. The Keeper stretched out her pure white feathered wings staring up into the mosaic with new pure white eyes softly stating, "I... see it all now."
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
Fortune, Favors, and the Few - Act 1: Collection
03/03/2016 06:48 PM CST
It was near the end of the night in Coleesta’s courtyard in the Legendary Rest. Most patrons had left and Coleesta was busy clearing tables. Barthollomew had just finished construction of his one-gnome airship!
He hopped into the little boat-shaped wooden vehicle behind the ship’s wheel with his feet on the rudder pedals. He cranked up the propeller with one hand while pulling up the small sail behind him with the other.
The tiny one-gnome airship lurched into the air flying around the courtyard with remaining patrons ducking out of the way! The gnome laughed waving goodbye to a startled Coleesta shouting, “I’m off to see the world, Coleesta! I’ll bring you back something exotic when I return!”
The gnome steered the tiny one-gnome airship towards the double doors to leave the courtyard but his passage was suddenly blocked by the big ugly face of a bearded snaggle-toothed giant!
“Gnome wake up!” shouted the big ugly giant face spraying the gnome with foul smelling breath and spit. The gnome blinked a few times then came back to consciousness realizing that he had fallen asleep at his table and was now suspended in mid air by the collar of his favorite emerald green waistcoat gripped by the giant’s hand!
The gnome cursed and pushed a button on his goggles causing tiny wipers to clean the spit off of mirrored lenses. The gnome grumpily asked, “What do you want dumb giant??” already dreading the answer. The giant mumbled, “Bard say gnome owe favor. Sent Ulg to get.” before setting the gnome down gently. The gnome folded little arms over his chest saying, “Tell him I’m busy!” The giant broke into a silly crooked-toothed grin. “Bard say gnome probably say that. Bard say tell gnome to remember fancy toys bard get gnome.”
The gnome cursed again and slapped himself on his bald forehead remembering that the bard had actually helped him find one of his favorite crossbows. “Fine!” relented the gnome asking, “What does he want?” The giant took out a pipe, lit it, and puffed out a cloud of smoke saying, “Ulg bring gnome to see bard. Bard explain then.” The gnome grumbled, “Let me get my stuff then we can go!”
Barthollomew came back downstairs from his room at the Legendary Rest with a royal blue orc hide backpack strapped on his back to find Coleesta waving her towel in the direction of the giant who had sat down puffing away at his pipe. “C’mon, fat head! Lets get this over with!” exclaimed the gnome as the giant bemusedly rose to his feet. The pair then left the Legendary Rest in the middle of the night to go meet with the bard.
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He hopped into the little boat-shaped wooden vehicle behind the ship’s wheel with his feet on the rudder pedals. He cranked up the propeller with one hand while pulling up the small sail behind him with the other.
The tiny one-gnome airship lurched into the air flying around the courtyard with remaining patrons ducking out of the way! The gnome laughed waving goodbye to a startled Coleesta shouting, “I’m off to see the world, Coleesta! I’ll bring you back something exotic when I return!”
The gnome steered the tiny one-gnome airship towards the double doors to leave the courtyard but his passage was suddenly blocked by the big ugly face of a bearded snaggle-toothed giant!
“Gnome wake up!” shouted the big ugly giant face spraying the gnome with foul smelling breath and spit. The gnome blinked a few times then came back to consciousness realizing that he had fallen asleep at his table and was now suspended in mid air by the collar of his favorite emerald green waistcoat gripped by the giant’s hand!
The gnome cursed and pushed a button on his goggles causing tiny wipers to clean the spit off of mirrored lenses. The gnome grumpily asked, “What do you want dumb giant??” already dreading the answer. The giant mumbled, “Bard say gnome owe favor. Sent Ulg to get.” before setting the gnome down gently. The gnome folded little arms over his chest saying, “Tell him I’m busy!” The giant broke into a silly crooked-toothed grin. “Bard say gnome probably say that. Bard say tell gnome to remember fancy toys bard get gnome.”
The gnome cursed again and slapped himself on his bald forehead remembering that the bard had actually helped him find one of his favorite crossbows. “Fine!” relented the gnome asking, “What does he want?” The giant took out a pipe, lit it, and puffed out a cloud of smoke saying, “Ulg bring gnome to see bard. Bard explain then.” The gnome grumbled, “Let me get my stuff then we can go!”
Barthollomew came back downstairs from his room at the Legendary Rest with a royal blue orc hide backpack strapped on his back to find Coleesta waving her towel in the direction of the giant who had sat down puffing away at his pipe. “C’mon, fat head! Lets get this over with!” exclaimed the gnome as the giant bemusedly rose to his feet. The pair then left the Legendary Rest in the middle of the night to go meet with the bard.
Chad, player of a few
ZENDADA
Fortune, Favors, and the Few - Act 2: Removing Bumps in the Road
04/07/2016 12:03 AM CDT
Giant and gnome stepped out onto Amaranth Wey. Barthollomew took a talisman from his walnut canvas tool satchel incanting a gnomish phrase to bring a majestic golden-eyed white owl swooping down out of the night to perch on the giant’s large floppy hat with a soft “hoot”. Ulg grinned crookedly and made his own soft ‘hoot’ in return. “Happy evening, Bethesda! We are off on an adventure!” exclaimed the gnome. The owl did not seem concerned.
The three made their way out Victory Gate, along Fearling Pass, took the ferry across the Lake of Fear, and started up Sylvarraend Road. Barthollomew took three steps to every stride Ulg made with Bethesda the owl riding along on the giant’s floppy hat adorned with a large goose feather.
Ulg is not the sort taken to idle chatter instead enjoying the sounds of the outdoors. His longcoat worn, his pantaloons threadbare, his gloves and boots cracked from age, his hair and beard unkempt, definitely not one for the latest fashions. He tuned out the sound of the gnome chattering along beside him.
The gnome did like to talk, very excitedly, about all sorts of things but mainly airships, crossbows, gadgets, and magic. The gnome wore his favorite emerald green velvet waistcoat and plum velvet silk bow tie bearing an emerald stud, black trousers, and his uncle’s old azure shoes with tiny opal studs. The Aledotter collected all sorts of interesting gadgets that he utilized. On his left hand a mechanical gauntlet that aids with his crossbow as well as holds multiple gold rings and on his right wrist a blued steel contraption that summons an actual door he can walk through to get to his home Mist Harbor.
Bethesda is larger than even the greater owls of Near-to-Far forest with great golden eyes. The owl’s demeanor seems in perpetual indifference reserving it’s energy for action such as silently taking flight as the giant beneath him suddenly stops dead in his tracks.
<<Below the shimmering Mosaic above the stars a group of tiles caught The Keeper’s pale eyes her great white feathered wings silently raising her closer for observation never flapping as she was in perpetual glide transparent veils and gossamer hair flowing all around her.<<
The gnome trundled on a few feet causing the giant to urgently but softly say, “Gnome head up.” Barthollomew knew the giant’s tone and dropped to one knee loaded crossbow at the ready. Five bandits jumped out from the side of the road, the giant incanting tangled vines from the ground that dragged two of them down, bolts from the gnome’s crossbow lodging themselves in both of their faces. The three other bandits rushed the giant as he drew out a massive falx, parrying the first, cutting the leg off the second, and beheading the third with one mighty swing. The gnome had already re-cocked firing a bolt through the eye of the bandit with the missing leg. The last bandit tried to hide but Ulg’s falx cut him down leaving a trail of black tendrils in it’s wake.
<<Emotionless The Keeper plucked five corroded tiles from the Mosaic in her pale fingers discarding them into the great forge before floating away to attend to others.<<
“Gnome still have good aim.” grunted the giant as he put away his great blade. The gnome stowed his crossbow, looted the corpses, and held up a rather large black pearl exclaiming, “We are going to eat well tonight!” The owl silently returned from above and the trio continued on their way to meet the bard.
Chad, player of a few
The three made their way out Victory Gate, along Fearling Pass, took the ferry across the Lake of Fear, and started up Sylvarraend Road. Barthollomew took three steps to every stride Ulg made with Bethesda the owl riding along on the giant’s floppy hat adorned with a large goose feather.
Ulg is not the sort taken to idle chatter instead enjoying the sounds of the outdoors. His longcoat worn, his pantaloons threadbare, his gloves and boots cracked from age, his hair and beard unkempt, definitely not one for the latest fashions. He tuned out the sound of the gnome chattering along beside him.
The gnome did like to talk, very excitedly, about all sorts of things but mainly airships, crossbows, gadgets, and magic. The gnome wore his favorite emerald green velvet waistcoat and plum velvet silk bow tie bearing an emerald stud, black trousers, and his uncle’s old azure shoes with tiny opal studs. The Aledotter collected all sorts of interesting gadgets that he utilized. On his left hand a mechanical gauntlet that aids with his crossbow as well as holds multiple gold rings and on his right wrist a blued steel contraption that summons an actual door he can walk through to get to his home Mist Harbor.
Bethesda is larger than even the greater owls of Near-to-Far forest with great golden eyes. The owl’s demeanor seems in perpetual indifference reserving it’s energy for action such as silently taking flight as the giant beneath him suddenly stops dead in his tracks.
<<Below the shimmering Mosaic above the stars a group of tiles caught The Keeper’s pale eyes her great white feathered wings silently raising her closer for observation never flapping as she was in perpetual glide transparent veils and gossamer hair flowing all around her.<<
The gnome trundled on a few feet causing the giant to urgently but softly say, “Gnome head up.” Barthollomew knew the giant’s tone and dropped to one knee loaded crossbow at the ready. Five bandits jumped out from the side of the road, the giant incanting tangled vines from the ground that dragged two of them down, bolts from the gnome’s crossbow lodging themselves in both of their faces. The three other bandits rushed the giant as he drew out a massive falx, parrying the first, cutting the leg off the second, and beheading the third with one mighty swing. The gnome had already re-cocked firing a bolt through the eye of the bandit with the missing leg. The last bandit tried to hide but Ulg’s falx cut him down leaving a trail of black tendrils in it’s wake.
<<Emotionless The Keeper plucked five corroded tiles from the Mosaic in her pale fingers discarding them into the great forge before floating away to attend to others.<<
“Gnome still have good aim.” grunted the giant as he put away his great blade. The gnome stowed his crossbow, looted the corpses, and held up a rather large black pearl exclaiming, “We are going to eat well tonight!” The owl silently returned from above and the trio continued on their way to meet the bard.
Chad, player of a few
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Re: An Average Day: Part Two
05/17/2017 11:30 PM CDT
Great story Craig, I never quite got the Krolvin until I watched how actual players connected with them. To me they were always things I killed around early levels with weird concept art.
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