Post by Cin Isildur Ungenanir on Oct 6, 2006 2:07:34 GMT
"Merchant Aegir Of House Imberi Kir's journal"
21st of Jenae, The 104th year in the Second Age of The Dragon
When I came to this odd realm of the north autumn was late in its turn and the the graveled walkways of Nibelhim already hosted red leafs dancing their way forth in the wind together with the stone-faced inhabitants of this town who do not appear to mind the cold outside.
Baskets were constantly carried in to the small plaza located near seaside and the cogg that brought me here, containing the harvest that was the reason for my arival. Their finest Bitterleaf.
Many of us who came with the boat came for the leafs, but there were others than us merchants from Kir. The kogg had picked up all kinds of people from far and exotic places with reasons only Haegis would know, praised be her name, to come here. But our fait here is the same.
Winter came quickly and snow hailed down like a sledgehammer with no warning and froze the coastline rapidly. We knew then that we had no option but to endure untill spring would free our transport from the chill grip that held it prisoner.
This is a game that will be played on Wizards chat.
Game is set to start on sunday. 21:00 GWT; (3:00pm EST)
All the extras and modds here will not be used in this game.
Simple!
-PHB,
-Avoid summon magic.
-No halflings
-No half-orcs
-level 1-3 ok
-28pointbuy
Pointbuy chart
8 >0
9 >1
10>2
11>3
12>4
13>5
14>6
15>8
16>10
17>13
18>16
9th of Meya, The 105th year in the Second Age of The Dragon
I begin to wonder if my sense of time is failing me. I have however developed a limited knowledge in the local language and from what I can tell the local folks count the same.
All of us eagerly awaiting a spring that never come. Still snow covers what should by now be grasstopped roofs of thees long wooden buildings.
Looking to the norh-east and the glaciar that rest on the side of Ereglir, it is if as the wirling winds poors down with the lifelikeness of ice-dust serpents.
It is obvious, even if they do not trust us much or just do not want to scare us, that the inhabitants here are troubbled too. The unending winter has brought wolfs closer to home as well as the foul garks.
I hear talk of something else too, something horrible and monstrous by the sound of it. Something that lives in the wind. They call it Boreas, a name that anyone here is familiar with but know only as bedtime stories that they tell their children.
Rescently some people expressed anxiety and concern towards the neighboring vilages and their friends there. They had gathered in the Halls of Startinga, this is where these northerners make desiscions that concern the town, and it was descided that a few volunteers would dare the glaciar to seek the viallges out.
One of them of who I have gained a profound respect for. Tird Isogat, brave as few and kind as a newly mother behind that emotionless face, and I saw some of thoose odd adventurer types who had come with us. Maby they were just looking for something to happen, or they felt it the only way to repay the limitless hospitality received here.
Whatever the true reason I saw them set off some days ago, and no word of them yet. I fear they are but another set of frozen stones now, but I pray differently.