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Dungeon Master
 GM, 536 posts
 Blessing the Rolers
 Cursing the Rollers
Thu 24 Aug 2006
at 15:40
A Relative Calm
Continued from link to a message in "3.5 DnD - Guardians of Rosewood" and link to a message in "3.5 DnD - Guardians of Rosewood".

Flamerule 5, 1373DR
Near Midnight



A night of eating, drinking and celebration for the four remaining Guardians and the gnome they had saved from the giant was interrupted by a strange arrival.  "Welcome ye in to the Red Rose Inn, where the ale is cold and the soul is bold!" they joined with the other patrons in greeting.  Two men stood in the doorway, one elderly and stooped assisted another, younger, with red hair and raven eyes that stared blankly with blindness.

"I found him wandering through town.  He's blind and I don't think he knows where he is."

This message was last edited by the GM at 04:38, Fri 25 Aug 2006.

Serol Kinspar
 player, 329 posts
 Firey temper, pleasant
 speaking voice
Thu 24 Aug 2006
at 16:59
Re: A Relative Calm
Serol was eager to be out and about exploring the northern sections of Rosewood for a potential sight of the newest place of worship in all of Rosewood.  Yet he knew that Dnae would be more comfortable in the stables and out of her barding.

Seeing little reason to dismiss himself so soon from the evening he joined his fellow guardians at the table for a bite to eat and some water to wash it down.  He did not begrudge the dwarf his ale, but the chuch of Kossuth frowned on drinking.  "A flame quicked by alchohol burns out before its time."  In truth Serol understood the logic, priests of Kossuth, himself included, were known for their firey tempers.  A temper on a drunk, with the power to call down the fires of their most beloved god...

Yet when the door opened his head swivled to the call of the older man.  He stood and made his way over the the blind man.  "A most dangerous thing you attempt, my friend.  Wandering the dangers of the Western Heatlands without benifit of your sight, most deadly.  You should thank Kossuth, or whomever you call your god, for delivering you here."

Nodding to the older man and taking his arm in his hands, "I am Serol Kinspar, Burning Brazier of the Firelord Kossuth, and Guardian of Rosewood.  I will do what I can to restore your sight, or should you not wish I.  There is also a temple to the Morninglord nearby.  Perhaps the Dawnbringer would be willing as well."

[Private to Dungeon Master: Looking at Ramor's description is there any chance he might be a fire gensai?  I have 8 levels in Knowledge nature and 7 in Knowledge Religion.  I assume I might have heard of one, most especially a fire gensai.]

This message was last edited by the player at 20:01, Thu 24 Aug 2006.

Antoine D'Marque
 player, 298 posts
 Sultry seductress
Thu 24 Aug 2006
at 18:54
Re: A Relative Calm
Antoine was pleased to be back in the warmth of the Red Rose Inn.  It had been a few days since she'd been here and the last visit left a slightly bitter taste in her mouth.  That was then though and today, she was keen to drink fine wine and revel in the tales of all.

As the two men stumbled through the doorway, most patrons became focussed on the ruckus.  Serol immediately rose to offer assistance to one of them who was apparently blind.  Antoine took the opportunity of the distraction to speak quietly with Peter.

[Private to Peter Aubary: Peter, the tale you told me earlier was fine but I suspect you know more about this item that you are telling.  Why do you tease me so with your soft laughter?  Is there something you wish to add to that which you said earlier?]
Dorn Rockfist
 player, 269 posts
 Dwarven Caver
 'What ye look'n at?'
Thu 24 Aug 2006
at 19:00
Re: A Relative Calm
*Burp* Dorn let out a loud sigh, which almost served as an announcement for the blind man and his companion into the Rosewood Inn.

The dwarf looked up but made no move as Serol when to attend to the fellow. Secretly Dorn was sad and disappointed with himself. He had a chance to test out the fine adamantine waraxe on a formitable foe, but he was knocked senseless in less time than it would have taken for him to finish his first mug of ale.

Dorn shook his head at the red-haired man. Humans were such strange creatures. A blind man wandering these parts was crazy. Goblins, gnolls, giants, and even orcs roamed these lands. A blind man such as he should be detained for his own safety.

"Peter. Do ye thinks that Tristan would take the fella in to his temple?"
Ramor ibn Adnan
 player, 29 posts
Thu 24 Aug 2006
at 21:27
Re: A Relative Calm
Ramor willingly accepted the old man's arm as a guide, doing his best to fake comfort with his new disability as he walked, occaisionally stumbling over a root, or scratching his arm on the bark of a tree.  As the ground levelled out beneath his feet, the wizard could tell that civilization was about, though nothing like the cobbled streets of his homeland.  He was polite to the elderly man, as all should be to their elders, but volunteered as little information about himself as he could.

The noise of the inn was distasteful at best.  Typical of rabblerousers to spend their time drinking and carousing in this place.  The Red Rose.  Shouldn't it at least smell like roses rather than horse-stench, sweat, and stale ale? It was surely a simple enchantment. . .

As heavy footsteps made their way across the room to his companion's announcement, Ramor could only guess at what he was being thrust into by the old man's willingness to help.  Upon hearing the name 'Serol Kinspar' and 'Kossuth', Ramor allowed a secretive smile to cross his handsome face.  "What starts as an attempt that ends as a success is only remembered by the bards as a success.  Had this trip from Iriaebor alone ended in folly, then surely your children's children would be warned of my foolishness, but as I have come all this way by the blessing of Kossuth to his very servant, your progeny will not have a chance to roll their eyes at the repeated telling of a tall tale."

Ramor's chest still hurt, the burns not entirely covered by his black vest, skin sore and puckered.  Without his sight, and because of the dull aching, he couldn't see or feel if the wounds were oozing as well.  He was tired, but exhilirated at the favor the Firelord had shown him for meeting his penance.  Every step of the way had been laid out before him, and now this opportunity presented itself.  He did not doubt that Kossuth would orchestrate a way to restore his sight.

"Allow me to introduce myself.  I am Ramor ibn Adnan, of Calimshan, and I have been sent on a journey to Rosewood by the Firelord to aid his church.  Surely, brother, I will accept what aid you offer, with a grateful heart.  "
Serol Kinspar
 player, 330 posts
 Firey temper, pleasant
 speaking voice
Thu 24 Aug 2006
at 22:34
Re: A Relative Calm
Serol's heart soared!  He had been alone in his faith since his arival in Rosewood.  He had hoped the construction of his church would aid in the conversion of the folk in Rosewood; or at the very least it would allow those faitful a place to worship as they traveled through the town.

Yet here he was face to face with his first faithful of Kossuth since leaving the temple.  "The firelords blessing upon us both then.  It would be a great honor if you allowed me the chance to share the power of the Lord of Flame's power to restore you as he would allow me."

"Please,"
he said his hand upon his robe, "come join me by the fire and talk with me of your travels and expierences and what brought you to Rosewood."

As he begins to lead him towards the table (assuming he lets me) Serol can not help but notice the burn.  "You are injured." he says with concern before he truely sees it, "A most wonderful burn!  I myself was recently blessed with one that might be its equal.  The Firelord teaches that the path to power and reward is paved with sacrifice and pain.  A most glorious blessing you bear, however, should you wish it.  I can aid you in its healing.  The mortal coil is slow to repair such wounds on itself,a failing of the flesh I am afraid.  Would you cherish the burn still if I were to lift the pain?"

As they neared the seat, Serol spoke further his voice holding regret, "I can aid in the removal of the burn, but I will not be able to restore your sight until the blessings of Kossuth has been imparted upon me with the rising of tomorrow's sun.  I would be most honored should you join me in prayer in the morning."

This message was last edited by the player at 22:39, Thu 24 Aug 2006.

Ramor ibn Adnan
 player, 30 posts
Thu 24 Aug 2006
at 23:14
Re: A Relative Calm
This Serol Kinspar did not speak of the Firelord in the way of a heretic.  Ramor realized that he would have to be very clever, and very patient to weigh the deeds of the man against what Vilthanus anticipated to hear.  After all, his own faith walk was of the utmost importance, as Kossuth would do his will with his followers as he had done sine the beginning.  It had only been a scarce few years since the Firelord had begun blessing Faerun with faithful followers, making himself known to those who brought to bear fiery arcane and divine power.  Before the Time of Troubles, the elemental princes did not need followers, but with those times of change, an opportunity alighted in spiritually adopting men and women of power.

Ramor did not resist being led further into the room with such a warm reception.  He thanked the old man, letting him know that he was with friendly folk who would not do him harm for the time being, all the while keeping a hand on his purse in case the old man were not as honest and righteous as he had proven to blind eyes.

"You know, brother, that if Kossuth will heal me with his power, then the memory will last, and the penance is earned.  If he will not, my lesson is not quite through, and I will bear it proudly.  As for the loss of my sight, that too was a blessing of the Firelord, to provide me with a quick method to reach here and begin his work.  It is surely his will that I succeed in my quest, as every step I have taken in my faith he has met with his provision."  Ramor sat and began at some length to detail his journey from Calimshan to Berdusk, careful not to provide too many details but enough to make the story fit without lying.  Reaching Iriaebor, he related his devotion at the temple, and feeling convicted inflicted his penance.

"In the flames, the Firelord revealed to me my next steps.  Come to Rosewood, aid the church, and you will find what you seek.  How can a tool leave the forge fire of its own volition, brother? It cannot, less it break and fall into the heat, becoming forever useless.  So I listened, and left, taking the brunt of the hammer that I might become more and more what the Firelord has in mind for me to be."  The wizard again was careful not to mention Vilthanus, or his direct charge.  He truly believed that this whole ordeal was a carefully orchestrated plan by Kossuth to make him more than what he was today.  For what purpose? He didn't know.

He told of his encounter with the Nymph, and exagerrated only slightly her willingness to help at the mention of the Tyrant of Fire's name.  That his blindness was a gift from Kossuth that he did not suffer a more terrible fate as those creatures are capable of.  Finally, of his travel here, he was ambiguous, giving more weight to finally arriving at the doorstep of a fellow brother than anything else.

"As for the morrow, I will certainly seek the Firelord's presence, and pray for his will in my afflictions, brother."
Serol Kinspar
 player, 331 posts
 Firey temper, pleasant
 speaking voice
Fri 25 Aug 2006
at 01:04
Re: A Relative Calm
Serol hadn't dare be as bold as to hope that Kossuth himself might take notice of his efforts in Rosewood, but it would seem that the Lord of Flames, blazing in all his glory had taken a direct interest.  His mouth went dry and he had to wet it several times swallowing hard before he could muster the words.

Ramor ibn Adnan:
"In the flames, the Firelord revealed to me my next steps.  Come to Rosewood, aid the church, and you will find what you seek..."


Surely this could mean that the Firelord was rewarding his boldness in seeking to bring more than the words of Kossuth to Rosewood and the Sunset Mountains, he was bringing a place of true worship, where none was closer than a day and a half and dangerous to make.  "Kossuth's great wisdom be praised." he said in Ignan the language of fire, more from reflex than plan.

"Surely this could be none other than the Firelord's will that we should find one another here, brother.  Two sparks on our own, but with propper kindling the flame we set alight will blaze bright enough to be seen like the greatest of bonfires!"

Suddenly he realized that Kossuth's vision gifted to the mage might not have been specific.  "There is no chuch of Kossuth in Rosewood, my brother.  But I have just secured permission from both the Eternal Flame in Iriaebor and the mayor of Rosewood to construct just such a place!  The task will take great dedication to see it come, but it is a propper gift to the people of Rosewood for the kindness and welcome I have received.  How could I not build a shrine to Kossuth so all may see the light of his ways?"

"This very night I had planned on finding a suitable location north of Rosewood.  Yet I fear I must take this as a sign from the Firelord that my path is blessed, but the timing of my search must wait until tomorrow.  For surely there is none within a day's ride whom I would rather share this with and how can I share the beauty of the spot chosen for Kossuth with one who could not lay eyes upon it?  Tomorrow then, once your sight is resored, I am sure the perfect spot will be presented to the humble servant so that his master might best approve."


Serol reached over, placing his hand upon Ramor's arm and channeled into him an amount of positive energy granted him by Kossuth's power.  The energy flowed through Serol and along the link.  The sensation itself was hot and fast like a fire in a wind whipped frenzy, but the heat brought no pain or discomfort.  Where the healing flame touched, the skin was repaired and the injury removed.

Sacrificing Bull's Strength for CMW:
20:48, Today: Serol Kinspar rolled 19 using 2d8+5. Serol CMW.

Aethyrin Southwind
 player, 12 posts
 Gnome
 Singer Extraordinaire
Fri 25 Aug 2006
at 01:56
Re: A Relative Calm
Aethyrin has fallen silent at the sight of the blind man, but his eyes are twinkling, a sure sign of gnomish mischief in the making. He sits and watches the interplay between the followers of Kossuth, grinning broadly, but, perhaps in memory of his last mistake in judgment of a fellow being, he stays silent for now, though his ribs are now truly starting to feel the strain that his profession demands of its members. Given this sequence of thoughts, the lanky gnome slips off the high chair and patters over to Serol Kinspar, tugging at the man's cloak to gain his attention.

"Kinspar, kin ye he'p oot soon? Me ribs feel like 'nough te bust oot o' me chest. I tol' ye on th' trail thet I'd be askin' ye fer a mite o' he'p soon's we got 'ere, boot if'n ye be too busy noo, ye knows where te fin' me."

He looks at the blind man, and says, "Pleasure, sirrah. Me name be Aethyrin Southwind, gnome minstrel. If'n ye e'er be needin' cheerin', a song, or jes' plain laughter, look fer me an' I'll try te set ye righ'. Righ' noo, I believe ye needs a meal, so if'n I kin get ye a mite te eat, let me know, an' I'll get ye some'p'n te yer likin'. Fair 'nough?"

He grins again, knowing that the red-haired man can't see him, but his voice, professionally trained and fully versed in the art of making feelings and expressions vocal as well as physical, conveys the cheery grin easily enough.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 539 posts
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Fri 25 Aug 2006
at 04:44
Welcome to Rosewood
Flamerule 5, 1373DR
Near Midnight



Jebodiah left his usual spot behind the bar to come over and check on the new arrival and to judge for himself whether the blind stranger would bring trouble to his establishment.  "Yer welcome to stay here tonight stranger.  Count yerself lucky as ye've found yourself a fine group right here, they're Guardians of Rosewood and every bit worthy of the title.  Can I get you some food or drink?"

This message was lightly edited by the GM at 05:05, Sat 26 Aug 2006.

Antoine D'Marque
 player, 299 posts
 Sultry seductress
Fri 25 Aug 2006
at 07:56
Re: Welcome to Rosewood
Antoine continued to drink the fine wine she ordered from the bar earlier.  Playfully, she offered a sup to Dorn, knowing full well that he would think the liquid was only suitable for "elfin pansies" or somesuch thing and it would curdle his stomach should he attempt to combine it with large quantities of ale.

The banter was beginning to dry up now, apart from the priests performing some kind of fire appreciation society.  As Serol and his brand new friend engrossed themselves in all things flame, Antoine turned to Dorn and opened and closed her hand repeatedly to suggest that the others had been excluded from their private conversation.  Trying to think of something different to talk about, Antoine asked Dorn, "So do you think Goldy will be back from his little holiday yet?  My armour is still packed away and is in serious need of mending."
Peter Aubary
 player, 242 posts
 Corymrean Scholar
Fri 25 Aug 2006
at 10:39
Re: Welcome to Rosewood
Peter sensed Antoine unease and sought to comfort her. When she leant toward him he whispered to her as he watched with interest the arrival of the blinded man.

[Private to Antoine D'Marque: “Well there is a darker side to the story, it is said that whoever sets eyes on the circlet will covet it for themselves. Presumably that is why it was stolen from the artisan before it could be given to the princess. Most people obviously would not act to take it from you but maybe you should cover it up or disguise it when you chose to wear it. It is a wonderful item though and will be sure to enhance your beauty however it is worn”]
Antoine D'Marque
 player, 300 posts
 Sultry seductress
Fri 25 Aug 2006
at 13:26
Re: Welcome to Rosewood
Antoine nodded at Peter, "Thank you for the elaboration Pierre, I will do as you suggest."
Ramor ibn Adnan
 player, 31 posts
Fri 25 Aug 2006
at 13:41
Re: Welcome to Rosewood
Ramor welcomed the company, and the information that Kinspar was sharing with him.  The words he said and the passion with which he said them convinced the Calishite even more that he was zealous for his god, and did not seek glory for himself.  It was obvious that Kossuth was burning him through and through, leaving little of the man behind in place of the fiery passion to spread the faith here in Rosewood.  So, he had made it all the way to Rosewood.  The smile on Ramor's face could have been easily taken as agreement at Kinspar's words or satisfaction of his own thoughts.

Words and deed often separated when one led to another.  It was not for Ramor to decide what Kossuth did and where, and if he chose to burn this man through like a candle at both ends, so be it - a purpose would be served.  If instead, he was used to supplant the current political atmosphere in the greater Iriaebor area, so be it - a purpose would be served.  Regardless of the outcome, the crucible of Ramor's life would only become more intense.

The Firelord's magic had indeed healed the wound, and the Calishite ran his hand over where it had been, tracing the outline of a scar he could not see.  If he didn't know better, it felt as though it formed something reminiscent of flame.  "Thank you, brother."  Tiredness and pain had caused the young foreigner to speak with less deliberateness while telling his story, but now that the pain was gone, his accent had returned with vigor.  Each word said distinctly, plainly, with a crispness that displayed his intelligence and education.

Another step in the greater scheme of the Firelord's plan was revealed as Kinspar relayed his tale of building a church here.  No wonder the one in Iriaebor wanted to keep an eye on him.  There was certainly conflict between the greater church and the Burning Brazier.  "Then tomorrow we will seek out this place together, and see what the Firelord has for us."

When the gnome approached, Ramor nodded in the direction he thought he heard it speak from.  Gnomes were rare in Calimshan, and the wizard thought for a moment that someone might be playing a joke on him while he couldn't see.  But this was a foreign land, so he reserved judgement until he could, in fact, see.  "A pleasure to meet you, Aerthyn Southwind.  There is always a time when someone needs cheering and laughter; it is good you are around."

Turning to Jebodiah, Ramor smiled and said, "Food and rest would be most welcome, kind sir."  He waited for the fare, and continued in conversation, idly wondering what he looked like after the ride on the winged horse and a day on the road.
Serol Kinspar
 player, 332 posts
 Firey temper, pleasant
 speaking voice
Fri 25 Aug 2006
at 17:57
Re: Welcome to Rosewood
Serol blanched at the gnome's reminder.  He had been so engrossed in plans for his church and the recent discovery of another worshiper of the firelord he had been completely oblivious to everything else.

"Forgive me for my rudeness, all of you, please.  I have become so excited to find one of the faithful that my manners have completely slipped."  He reached a hand outward and channeled healing energy into the wounded gnome.  The hot healing power sliding into the gnome's small body repairing what damage it came in contact with.  The process was significantly longer than it had been on Ramor.  Serol's hand found the gnome and stayed there for nearly a full minute before his healing was finished.

I'm out of 2nd level spells.  Sacrificing Divine Favor (a spell I've still yet to USE!) for Cure Light Wounds (ignore the fact I typed CMW on the dice roller).  13:47, Today: Serol Kinspar rolled 8 using 1d8+5. Serol CMW.
Then I'm converting all of my 0s: for Cure minors.

Total healing 13


He then cleared his throat and said, "Allow me to make introductions.  The small fellow there is a gnome by the name of Aethyrin who had the misfortune of upsetting a rather nasty giant just this afternoon."

"The proud Dwarf over there already downing his third ale of the evening is Dorn  of the Clan Rockfist."

"The quiet and intorspective young man next to him is Peter Aubary"

"The young woman, whom you are sorely sorry not to have the pleasure at the moment to set your eyes upon; believe me, is Antione D'Marque"

"This is Ramor ibn Adnan of Calimshan and fellow follower of Kossuth."


Turning to Ramor he finished with a brief explination, "Dorn, Antione, Peter and myself are the Guardians of Rosewood.  Aethyrin, has expressed desire to wear this mantle as well.  Though Fulgar's choice in the matter has yet to be expressed."

He sat back in his chair marviling at the blessings Kossuth had brought upon him and hoping introductions might lend to allianate his freinds and fellow guardians less than he had done before.