Runes of the Evermore.   Posted by Chronicler.Group: 0
Chronicler
 GM, 23 posts
Tue 25 Aug 2020
at 12:30
Runes of the Evermore
It’s the Age of Madness. Centuries ago, The Deceiver rent existence, separating the world from the True Gods who gave it life and the Outsiders who gave it free will.  The heaven’s burned, earthquakes leveled cities, chaos from the sky wiped out civilizations, and The Deceiver’s handmaidens dragged the battered world into darkness.  Birthed of this discontent aberrations, demons, and devils walk the land and now the undead come forward to torment and ravage the unfortunate who survived.  Death, terror, madness--now each clamors to claim what remains with unrelenting determination.  Civilization dangles by a fraying thread.  People struggle to survive the night and to push back against the constant threat of chaos and insanity.

In the midst of chaos, though, lies opportunity, for those willing to seize hold of it and test their worth.

The sun rises in the east, its white and yellow halo illuminating a dark blue, cloudless sky.  It is 20 Frost's End, 405--early spring, cold and humid.  With the break of day comes the waking of the world, of beasts of burden, livestock, birds, and insects.  People move about slowly, reluctant to face the brisk air.  Even so, they give thanks for being allowed yet another day on earth, for in Telluria, there is no promise of a new morning.

You stand on the well-built wooden porch of an oval cob domicile, situated over the village of Cotylac, a small settlement near the southern end of Low Hollow.  Yesterday, you arrived here, at the home of a Vrakkornyi moneyer, not in answer to the call of heroes or legends, but the call of coin.  Good coin.

Given the lateness of your arrival the previous night, you were provided a simple meal and a decent enough place to sleep for the evening.  Little talk was to be had before slumber came and you now wake to stand in literal and metaphorical darkness.  While the sun has yet to crest the horizon, you gather your things and follow the moneyer to the gates of the Cotylac broch, which are still closed against the night.  Outside the gates sits a small gathering of tents, in the center of which burns a welcome fire.  Two men stand waiting for you and greet you as you arrive.

"Odysetue," says one of the men, a common greeting in Old Nigotier, meaning may the dawn come soon.  He opens his arms and gestures to wooden chairs situated in a ring around the fire.  "Please sit and eat while we discuss."

The second man moves away to one of the tents, and then returns carrying a wooden tray laden with bowls of stew and slices of bread.  He hands these to each of you, while the first continues to speak.

This man, a human by the look of his features and build, is clothed in a yellow tunic that glows with the quivering of the fire's flames.  A green cloak is wrapped about him, the neckline closed together with a silver brooch, the hood left down so as to not conceal himself from your view.  A fine beard decorated with beads dominates his short face.  A short crop of hair adorns his head.

The man introduces himself: "Well met.  I am Luco, oath-sworn to Kin of Iesyhaven and a brother of House Dimoinyse."  Gesturing to the moneyer with whom you lodged the night before, he continues, "And you have already met Thisydaes*, the moneyer of Cotylac.  He and I have entered into enterprise together with hopes for great fortune and reputation.  From the Robernyde mines we gather material for casting coin, as well as other things.  But problems have come to rest in the mine and the flow of material has stopped."

He then explains that kobolds, who have for decades dwelt peacefully among the miners, have risen up against their masters.  They have refused to acknowledge the masters' claim of ownership of the mountain and its riches.  The uprising has since scaled up from protest to sabotaging of machinery, despoiling of food and water supplies, sinking digs, and setting traps.  Communication with the masters over the last several weeks led Luco and Thisydaes to believe the situation would be brought to heel, but now the mine has fallen silent.

“We cannot look to the Fast of Robernyde for resolution,” he then explains.  “We must look to ourselves, which brings us to you.  We propose a contract, in which you six will travel to the Robernyde mine, sort the problem there, and restore the flow of ore to us.  For your troubles we will compensate you each one hundred and twenty-five silver.  What say you?”



*The moneyer’s Vrakkornyi name is Thizhdash, but the manner of Koidykemi’s phonotactic rules and accent renders his name locally as Thisydaes (pronounced these-eh-day-es).

This message was last edited by the GM at 13:37, Tue 25 Aug.

Caoilfhionn
 player, 7 posts
 Stamina 5/5
 Health 6/6
Tue 25 Aug 2020
at 13:50
Runes of the Evermore
The wild elf who had growled her introduction as Caoilfhionn, seemed to, like mostly others, be prepared to depart to war then and there. But for the purpose of eating, she had put down her wargear beside her seat, as to more easily consume the stew and bread. There was a savage grace to the way she ate; perfect like an elf, but vicious with her fangs.

Being of her kith, she needed no sleep, so she had instead waited throughout the night while the others rested. She had studied them, the area, and when she got bored, scouted around. Bare feet were light as she moved, both to keep herself veiled but also to not wake the others. Thusly she had paced, a caged animal waiting for some sort of relief.

She listened in to the man who spoke of his troubles. She had heard of their plight, but not expected it to be quite as selfish a cause as we must do this or lose our wealth, forcing a subservient race to do their bidding and forcing them down when they stood their ground. But on the other hand, kobolds were a nuisance and mostly vermin. She did not particularly care for them, what little interaction she had been forced to have in the past. They certainly weren't welcome in their woods.

The man had said his piece, and she looked to the others to gauge their reactions, while gnawing on a piece of meat from the stew.
Roland of Nuphilin
 player, 4 posts
 Priest of Saint Abyliberi
Tue 25 Aug 2020
at 14:39
Runes of the Evermore
Roland looked at the darkened sky. He couldn't remember the last time he has been wake so early. Sure there have been plenty of times when he was still awake at this time of the morning. But rarely has he woken up at this hour. He rubbed his clean shaven chin and wished he could grow some facial hair. It was rumored that his family had some slight elven blood in the past generations and that caused his lack of facial hair.

He sighed when 'breakfast' was brought to them. He didn't mind the simple meal. But it was the lack of ale he missed. Still he didn't miss out on a chance to eat when he had it.

He looked around the group. They all looked to be warriors. Maybe not knights, but still good solid warriors. He nodded to himself. He could lead work with these warriors.

Roland nodded to Luco. "I, for one, will see happened to the mine and fix any issues we find." He always enjoyed a good adventure and never shied away from a fight. The promise of coin was just frosting on the cake.

EDIT: Roland nodded to Rondar in greeting.

This message was last edited by the player at 16:18, Tue 25 Aug.

Rondar
 player, 10 posts
 Human Fighter
 AC:18; HP:13/13; PP:12
Tue 25 Aug 2020
at 15:53
Runes of the Evermore
Rondar had to admit, it felt good to stretch his legs and be out of Lucin, amongst the people of Low Hollow. On the one hand it seemed like just yesterday he had limped away from the field of battle and turned his back on Omytaso, knowing that to return there would mean the death of him . . . but now that he was thinking  about it, he found that it seemed like longer ago than four years.

He was taking his ease in one of the wooden chairs grouped around the fire, which felt good in the cool of the morning. He was wearing his armor underneath a medium-blue surcoat with a stylized clinched-fist armored gauntlet limned in silver on it chest. Rondar saw no particular need to be armored up, but he knew what these people wanted of him, and he had decided that it might be helpful to look the part. The rest of his gear was stacked beside the chair, within easy reach.

Rondar had accepted a bowl of stew and slice of bread when it was offered. During his time in his father's Holdguard and in the Mailed Fist militia company back in Lucin, he had soon learned that 'twas best to rest when he got the opportunity, and also to eat whenever he got the chance. He nodded his thanks to the man who had brought around the tray of food. After he had finished eating he set the empty bowl down on the ground.

Rondar stretched his arms over his head, then crossed them across his chest. "I have never before visited Cotylac before, Master Luco, but its silver-mint is well-known here in the Valley."

"For men such as yourself and Master Thizhdash, who are undoubtedly involved with the mint . . . well, I mean no offense, but 125 Silvers seems a trifle on the low side for those of us who are risking our lives to solve your problem."

Rondar thought for a moment. "A mint in this place means prosperity. So, I am thinking that the smiths and shopkeepers here in Cotylac might well be stocked with gear and equipment that would interest us. Can you sweeten the deal by offering us a bargain . . . a discount -- is that the right word? . . . upon the wares of the local smiths and merchants, in addition to the 125 Silvers? I do understand that coin is scarce in these times."

While the man-at-arms had never before had occasion to be much of a haggler, he did have the benefit of some measure of local knowledge -- namely, about the mint that was located here in Cotylac -- that he thought he could use for the benefit of himself and his soon-to-be brothers and sisters in arms. After all, he was no longer drawing his pay from the militia, and a man had certain expenses.

This message was last edited by the player at 19:55, Tue 25 Aug.

Chronicler
 GM, 28 posts
Tue 25 Aug 2020
at 16:15
Runes of the Evermore
Roland and Rondar recognize one another in the light of the fire and the growing illumination of the sunrise: for both are from the land around Nuphilin, and though of different houses, are both from the Clan of Zecaesin (zay-chah-eh-seen).

This message was last edited by the GM at 16:16, Tue 25 Aug.

Album Schnix
 player, 6 posts
 6/6 SP
 6/6 HP
Tue 25 Aug 2020
at 23:32
Runes of the Evermore
Album looks at the villages and tents with a disapproving stare. It's building structures wouldn't hold a candle if compared to the ancient city she used to live in, even the tents and it's occupants look like they could be servants to the lowest of the low that should bow before her. She keeps her thoughts to herself though and simply ignores them. She puts her hand on her rapier just in case.

Even so, she's not use to sitting in a campfire and so close to the dirt with just a simple meal, but it's better then sitting on the floor with no food at all. That's the life she strives for anyways, she then takes a look at these 'adventurers'. She doesn't know much of them but they look strong, especially the wild elf who's gaze then turns to her. She doesn't know how to react, so she stares a more defiant gaze back at the elf, it takes a while but eventually attention was focused more on the conversation at hand.

She didn't listen to too much of the conversation, but she overheard a few snippets about needing a discount. So she decided to add her persuasive charm in the mix,"Yes, I agree with the fighting man here that we would require more then simple coinage. Certainly you can spare a discount for just a small group like us, not like any of you will be going out of business anytime soon." she says, her knowledge at haggling are slim at best. But she knows how to be diplomatic at times, she just hopes they take the bait.
Cobale
 player, 3 posts
 Goliath Monk
Wed 26 Aug 2020
at 01:13
Runes of the Evermore
A tall Goliath woman remains mostly quiet as she takes her seat. Being over seven and a half feet tall with a powerful frame, her demeanor is cautious as if she might crush the chair, the room, and everything around her if she moved incorrectly. While she is obviously not from this region, she has adopted some of the local garb, albeit twice the normal size.

She listens attentively to all that is said. Nods definitively, and states with a rough Erephio accent, "I will help. Yes. I will help."
Triandal Gervase
 player, 5 posts
Wed 26 Aug 2020
at 03:08
Runes of the Evermore
Triandal rests his shield against his chair as he sits, the silver face on the greens shield almost looks alive as the light of the fire glistens of the metal.  He then introduces himself to the group.  "I am Triandal, I will help where I can."

After the introduction Triandal quietly listens to the others while eating the breakfast provided before piping up again.  "Do you know why the kobolds have risen up? You say there has been peace for decades.  What restored peace to the mines all those years ago?"  He asks Luco.
Chronicler
 GM, 34 posts
Wed 26 Aug 2020
at 11:02
Runes of the Evermore
Luco nods in reply to Rondar's and Album's suggestion of "sweetening" the deal.  He pauses for a moment, sizing up the group as though wondering if agreeing to the request would lead to these strangers picking the local merchants dry.  Finally, he states, "Neither Thisydaes nor myself have power directly over the merchants here, but we do have influence.  If you let me know what kind of supplies or services you need, I could speak with those people and an agreement can be made."

He then turns, motions for the other man--the one who served you your food--to come to his side.  The man in turn reaches down to a crate near his feet, picks it up, and carries it over to Luco.  While the man continues holding the crate, Luco removes the lid and steps aside to reveal its contents.  Dark in the still growing light reflects six small glass bottles.

"As a sign of good faith," he continues, "I offer each of you a potion of healing."

Hearing Cobale's accented reply, Luco cocks his head for a brief moment, as though considering the speaker.  With a slow nod, he utters, "Most agreeable.  Thank you for your honorable commitment.  As for ... Triandal, I believe that is the name you gave ... kobolds peddle in greed and mischief as much as they toil in their caves.  If it were not for the service a tribe rendered to my patriarch years ago during a time of great need, I would ask you to simply slay the beasts and be done with the business.  But out respect for the great deeds done then, I instead will ask that you see if a peaceful resolution can be had first.  The particulars of any previous arrangements would have been inquired of with the masters of the mine itself."


As a quick FYI, I rolled a Persuasion (Charisma) check for Rondar with advantage (help from Album).  Barely succeeded.
Rondar
 player, 15 posts
 Human Fighter; AC: 18
 S: 6/6; H: 7/7; PP: 12
Wed 26 Aug 2020
at 17:23
Runes of the Evermore
Rondar smiled a thin smile and returned the other fellow's nod of greeting as he halfway listened to Luco's reply.

~I recognize him, and clearly he remembers me . . . or at least having seen me somewhere. I can't recall his name, but I am certain that he is of House Selytan -- which is important, because they bent a knee to Rotheud after Simutheu Bridge, whereas House Omytaso was wiped out.~

~And here we are, in the presence of Luco, who is oath-sworn to the Kin of Iesyhaven and a Brother of Rotheud's House. I don't know how much House Selytan o'er there remembers about me, but I don't want him blurting out too much around Luco.~

~I have ne'er yet bent a knee to Rotheud or House Dimoinyse, and I would prefer not to do so, now -- and who knows, they might not give a member of House Omytaso that chance. 'Tis important that I speak to that House Selytan fellow sooner rather than later ~

Pushing such thoughts aside until such time as he had an opportunity to speak to the other man, Rondar rose from his chair and walked over to the crate containing the bottles. He picked up one and held it up to the light of the sun, studying its contents.

Turning to Luco, he said "I thank you for this boon, Master Luco. I have heard of healing potions, of course, but have never used one."

Smiling a wry smile, he added "In my previous line of work, they were available only for officers of high rank and merchants with fat coin-pouches. For those of us in the ranks who took a wound, it was 'Rub some dirt on it an' keep fightin'! Them bastards ain't gonna kill theirselves!'"

Rondar pursed his lips and thought a moment, then continued, "As for your question about supplies, general adventuring supplies and gear are always useful. And as for myself, I would be interested in seeing the wares of any smiths who are talented in the making of weapons or armor."


OOC: When I am writing Rondar's unspoken thoughts, I bracket them with tildes (~) instead of the quotation marks (") that are used for spoken words. To my way of thinking, that makes it easier for the reader to distinguish between the two. If the Chronicler prefers that I not make that distinction, I shall edit. :)

PS. In addition to the tildes, I have added italics to (hopefully) aid in differentiating unspoken thoughts.

This message was last edited by the player at 18:33, Wed 26 Aug.

Album Schnix
 player, 8 posts
 6/6 SP
 6/6 HP
Wed 26 Aug 2020
at 23:48
Runes of the Evermore
Album smirks to herself for a job well done, if may not be a grand achievement like a discount but having someone of influence is sort of better. She also grabs one of those potions, remembering the value of using one if a fight ever comes around, she keeps it safe in her pocket,"I don't need much of supplies, though I'm just curious about the trek here. Food and water is a serious matter after all." she says, twirling a strand of her white hair and takes a glance at the goliath,"Guess all warriors come from all walks of life." she mumbles to herself softly.
Chronicler
 GM, 38 posts
Wed 26 Aug 2020
at 23:52
Runes of the Evermore
"There is a blacksmith who can perhaps assist you with smaller arms--Iesyhaven is where you will find the nearest smiths capable of producing quality arms and armor."  Luco studies Rondar for a moment, and then is quick to add, "Though I must insist that you and your companions must set foot toward the mine soon.  While you are away, we could make arrangements for such a meeting with the Iesyhaven smiths."

Luco then gestures at the open-air tents surrounding the opening in which you all sit around the fire.  Men and women have begun arriving at the periphery with small hand drawn carts.  They are now, while doing their best not to disturb the meeting, setting up small stores of wares and goods beneath the canopy of the tents. "We may not have a lot to offer compared with others, but perhaps we can provide you something you need to get you on the path."

Triandal Gervase
 player, 6 posts
 S 5/5 H 6/6 AC 18
 Halfelf Paladin
Thu 27 Aug 2020
at 06:58
Runes of the Evermore
"I will not blindly slay.  If the matter can be settled without the spilling of blood then that should be done." Triandal replied to Luco. Then stood up and moved over beside Rondar and took a bottle of healing potion for himself.  Triandal thanked master Luco for the gift.
Chronicler
 GM, 40 posts
Thu 27 Aug 2020
at 10:40
Runes of the Evermore
Luco distributes the last of the potions to the party.  Meanwhile, Thisydaes produces two pieces of parchment.  One is rolled and tied with a leather string, the other is folded.  He unfurls the rolled document and places it in view of the party.

"This is a covenant between us," he explains.  "Upon satisfactory conclusion of the matter, as determined by myself with witness from the masters of the mine, we will deliver the promised amount.  When shown to those at the mine, this will afford you accommodations and assistance."

Upon inspection, the covenant seems pretty simple and clear.  Just as the dwarf said and as Luco proposed, the covenant binds the two to deliver the sum of 750 nuniethos, that is to say silver coins, to you upon completion of the assignment.  Conditions for resolving the problem of the mine more or less amount to the restoration of the flow of ore to Cotylac.  A witness from the masters of the mine to that effect is one such condition.  Aside from rescinding the promised pay, there is no punishment or other punitive reward for failing to complete the agreed upon work.

The dwarf then unfolds the second document, revealing a rough drawn map.  "This is a map of the mines at Robernyde.  I cannot offer specific details about anything here; you will need to speak with those at the mine to gain any understanding of the map's particulars."


A copy of the map provided to you can be found here: https://www.deviantart.com/uk1...dit&ga_changes=1

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Album Schnix
 player, 9 posts
 6/6 SP
 6/6 HP
Thu 27 Aug 2020
at 12:17
Runes of the Evermore
Album sighs seeing as she didn't get a proper answer to her question,"I suppose this mine isn't that far from here. Anyways, this problem will be handled well since it depends on the hands of the worker, whether it will end in a peaceful resolution or steel and blood. Rest assured that this matter won't be much of a problem anymore for you." she says, mostly referring to herself as the worker. She then makes a glance towards the other adventurers,"Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself to any of you. I am Album Schnix, by no means does this make us friends but as long as you got my back, I got yours."
Chronicler
 GM, 42 posts
Thu 27 Aug 2020
at 12:38
Runes of the Evermore
”No more than a half-day’s journey,” replies Luco.
Rondar
 player, 17 posts
 Human Fighter; AC: 18
 S: 6/6; H: 7/7; PP: 12
Thu 27 Aug 2020
at 15:19
Runes of the Evermore
"I have no issues with your plan of 'diplomacy first'," Rondar replied to the Half-Elf who had stepped over beside him to pick up a bottle containing the healing potion. The fellow had given his name as "Triandal", Rondar remembered.

"There is always a risk when one rolls the Iron Dice of Battle, although our mission may eventually come down to that. However, if this can be resolved through diplomacy, 'tis all the better."

Rondar nodded his head amiably when Album gave her name."And I answer to 'Rondar'," he said, glancing around at his new-found companions. Without staring at the man, Rondar paid particular attention to the fellow from House Selytan, a bit curious as to how he would react to hearing the name.

Upon hearing the explanation of the contents of the Covenant, Rondar noted that nothing was said about a discount from the merchants and smiths of Cotylac and Iesyhaven, but he decided not to press the issue. Hopefully Luco was a man of his word.

"Do you wish for us to sign this Covenant, Master Luco?" he asked.
Chronicler
 GM, 43 posts
Thu 27 Aug 2020
at 15:40
Runes of the Evermore
In reply to Rondar (msg # 17):

Would Rondar like to Insight check?  If so, is he trying to gain insight on Luco or Thisydaes?
Rondar
 player, 18 posts
 Human Fighter; AC: 18
 S: 6/6; H: 7/7; PP: 12
Thu 27 Aug 2020
at 15:45
Runes of the Evermore
In reply to Chronicler (msg # 18):

OOC: Probably appropriate! :) And Luco, I would think.

Do you wish to roll it, or do you want me to do so?

Chronicler
 GM, 44 posts
Thu 27 Aug 2020
at 15:55
Runes of the Evermore
I rolled for Insight (Wisdom).