Jonty staggered into the tavern and sat down at his usual stool. He normally smelt bad, but this time he stank like something that had been dead for about a month. "I've been dead for about a month!" Katarina the barkeep poured out a pint and passed it to Jonty. She leaned backward a little as she handed it to him, attempting to maximise the distance between his stench and her nose. "Truth be told - and I ALWAYS tell tha TRUTH! - I've nay been dead for that long! I've been dead before. But I nay remember to be honest. It's a bit loik a foggeh dream. But nay this toim! Nay .... I was dead for so long ... It was a very spirit-chul experience!" Jonty chugged down his ale and slammed it down on the bar for Katarina to fill it again. "Being dead was very ... grey. Everything was grey. But then there was a blind'n loight as a busty valkareh came rid'n up te meh! She was comleh let me tell ye! Golden hair, Shineh halo, and a body that'd make a saint weep!" ""Oi Jonteh!" She said, "I've been sent te collect ye! Y' nay be very pious, but ye did ye duty! Ye fought valiantly against the giants, which ye Lord Morodin hates, and against the disgust'n Duergar, which he also hates, and other filtheh creatures that he hates. Ye carried out ye duty and put the body on the line between the monsters of the wild and ye community. Morodin and Tempus loves such, and you shall be granted entrance into Dwarfhome. Ye shall inherit a celestial abode and be serviced by seventy two virgin lasses, each with blazing red hair and an insatiable appetite for man flesh!"" Now ... to be honest, I was tempted. But deep in meh heart something didn't sit well with meh. She talked about "DUTY" and it's true - that's something meh Pah beat into me real well! Ye got to do ye DUTY! If not, ye just a leech sucking off the blood of those around ye. Jonty downed his second pint before continuing Some people go out and foight for "love" and such. Some out of "Piety". I nay have toime for that nonsense. That's for paladins and other useless people. To be honest I nay love the people I protect. People that need protecting have my pity and contempt! No - I go out and foight because it's the DUTY of the strong to protect the weak. It nay be roight to be strong and able to fight and NOT protect folks! So I pondered the offer of the Valkereh ... told her "Nay - If I am able to go back, it's my duty to!" Jonty nods to Katarina for another pint, which she dutifully pulls and serves up. 'The Valkareh smiles at me like I just passed some kind of test and flies off. Smug skank. I hate tests! So I wander about the fugue, conversing with the dead, and waited for meh bodeh to be to be hauled back to the temple. That's the usual show - some adventurer finds ye bloated corpse somewhere and they drag it back to the temple to be raised from the dead. Well ... I waited and waited. Wandering to and fro in the land of the dead. .The temptation to saddle up with a Valkareh and fly off to meet my seventy two fire haired sheelas was a dire temptation for me truth be told! But I knew that as soon as I gave in to it I'd nay be worthy of et. How could I spend the rest of forever knowing that I was neglecting my duty left undone back in the land of the liv’n? I met an angelic lad called Cassius who said he could petition his lord Kelemvore to send me back to the liv’n, but the “price” he would ask for would be my memories and life essence. About one in five of my memories would remain in the land of the dead and be gone forever. I could nay pay that price! My memories are too precious to meh! Especiall my memory of that Valkareh! And what if I forgot how te foight! Naaaayy. Proice was too high. And would defeat the purpose of go’n back! So my spirit lingered there in the fugue. For five times five days. Every moment there the temptation to follow the Valkareh tore at meh soul let me tell yeh! But for every day I was there my resolve to do my duty became more solid. After two and a half tendays I was solid as a rock! Finally, when my days of temptation were complete, the fine lad KENTON SETH saw to it that I was raised back into the land of the liv'n. He's a good lad that Kenton! He dragged my bloated, maggot infested carcass back to the temple to be raised. That must have been a scene aye? Folks at the temple dressed in their nice clothes going off to be pious and pray, and while they’re there worship’n and pray’n all nice loik - along comes Kenton drag’n my stinkeh corpse through he place! I can still feel some maggots crawling around under meh armour! Came here to take a bath, but ale first aye!?

And like last time, since a Steam subscription does not seem to add it to the toolset, or for those who want to mess around with the models https://neverwintervault.org/project/nwnee/prefab/item/wouldbebards-low-magic-greatswords

Mikayl Fullhex has claimed the privilege of wielding the Seeker! After handily besting the warrior Dakran in a game of arm wrestling, Mikayl will now unlock the mysteries of weapon enchantments within his study. "Now, let's make something.. treacherous out of you~"

The longest toughest year Juniper can remember.... maybe since before she ever first set foot in Narfell for the first time. With that year rolling behind her, things are finally... FINALLY bringing about a new life and a new start. Receiving a generous stipend for the good of the children from Cormac and her own savings, Juniper went about securing one of Silverymoon's residential's trees for herself and her family. The trees are the elven contribution to Silverymoon's eclectic architectural style. The residential trees are large enough to be transformed into spacious homes. It took her family pulling in favors and reminding the powers that be in Silverymoon of her family's generations o service to the city, but she got permission to build a a portal within her home to Narfell. Normally, the Wards of Silverymoon magically prevent any kind of portal from being created within the city, so the exception was needed so that the proper runes could be installed to make a portal even possible. . Just recently her uncle and older brothers, all mages of no small power, finished work on the portal and activated it, linking her tree home with the Romani Pass in Narfell her family still had a camp in. And this was just in time for her fourth child to be born in Silverymoon. The fourth childd by Cormac, a son she named Aramuil, after her uncle and Aunt Cherry's husband. No longer was he a constant reminder of what she had lost. Little Aramuil was now a symbol of the good things that grown out of it. Life was starting to look up again. Once more she often wore an easy smile, and carried a sparkle in her violet eyes.

Another page filled, another memory created, burned forever in Vernadetta's Tome of Narfell's Wonders

Have you read a history book, a middle ages, roman or iron age history book? More than 10? More than 1 qualification in history, More than one past life in positions of historical power? Were you Alexander the Great's chief eunuch? Check. Are you familiar with politics other than modern ones and societies heirachy utterly different from your own, have you taken political office, are you a philosopher king? Check Have you travelled and experienced any radicaly different culture other than your own, or have close associates of wildly different faiths or philosophies (animist, polytheistic, monotheistic) Are you a god or intend to be one? Check Do you know at least 2 TSR / WoTC game book authors, do you know them well enough for them to greet you over a crowd at a convention, do you know them "like that"? I wish Have you read more than a few fantasy fiction books, more than a few dozen, more fantasy books than Wyw? Have you written any fiction, any books, more than one? More than one pulitzer prize? Check (on the second part. It's impossible to have read more fantasy books than Wyw.) Can you pretty much go-to among the back catalog of D&D / Forgotten Realm books to find oujt something you don't already know but anticipate needing to know for your next adventure ideas? i.e. know about vampires, in history, in wider fiction, in different cultures? In FR? In other D&D settings in other RPG settings? Are you a vampire? Check Have you played a PnP game, as a DM, at a convention, played more than one campaign over a number of weeks/months? Have you actually played round a table, round a bespoke table designated and your house was build around your hobby? Have you emigrated to another country to be nearer a PnP scene? Have you been to GenCon, did you go to the first one? Check Do players come to you for advice, to vent their frustrations, for character ideas for tactical advice? For rules or lore advice? For personal advice? For life-coach advice? As a member of your own personal cult of berzerkers? Check Are you familiar with cosmologies and pantheons in game systems, in FR, in more than one setting, on more than one pantheon, in past lives in more than one pantheonic real world setting, on an alien world? In your own personal dimension? Check Do you own a dice-set, more than one, more than one dozen? More than one of every type, enough dice to roll damage for demogorgon? Dice stolen from a casino? Dice made to your own bespoke design. Or dice literally obey your will under the principle of mentalism? Check Do you have any good story ideas? Story ideas which are loved by most people you know? Story ideas you tell standing up to close friends, around a fire, are you paid to tell stories, paid to speak in grand occasions? Have you spoken at a political rally or demonstration? Have you raised millions to your cause (and lived to tell the tale?) Check Have you read a choose your own adventure book? More than 3? Have you completed crown of kings without cheating? More than one time through Maelstrom? Every choose your own adventure book by Ian Livingstone? More than one boared game by a choose your own adventure author. More than one copy of the "Illuminati" game? You are in the Illuminati? You wish you knew, didn't you?

PLACEHOLDER In Time

With many years having passed, with her husband and the Peltarch Farming community Valdabrin within a few more years of coming of age, a handsome dark-haired young man with blue eyes, as well as their daughter now old enough to help along in the farm, Lady Tiller felt it would be best at this point to see what she could do for the city once more. Ravos having been a wonderful father and husband as well has having a great community to offer support, Varya felt this would be the time once more to make amends with bridges she had all but burned in the past, as well as forge her way forward once more, wanting to be more than just a protector. To this, she would choose to set aside the crook she carried for almost half a decade since the incident and take up sword and shield once more in an effort to redeem herself lawfully and restore that she once lost, having been driven to fanaticisim since the demon had manipulated her. "Focus not on hunting arsonist who just lit the home aflame, as it will not stop the fire from spreading, rather make an effort to save and preserve the lives within and the shelter itself. Protect your family, your faith, friends, and fields and let not the transgressions of others ever affect this. Destruction for its own sake is anathema as says the Grain Goddess, as you are a champion of flower, field, fertility and renewal. never lose sight of this." One of many wise sayings shared to her by her mother when she was lost, and one she'd adhere to memory. Offering her personal prayers to the Grain Goddess, with letter in hand, she would make her way back to the city then, and place a sealed letter on the desk of the defenders. Should it be opened, it would read. *To the Dear Protectors of our City I, Varya Tiller, humbly offer myself once more to become an indespensable asset to you, should you require me for any work or assistance. I am aware of my past, and though I felt I have been a positive influence, I would also like to reconsile for the negatives as well, willing to offer myself to any position you feel would be required that you think you could make use of me. Though I am still a warrior of faith, I have also learned a lesson in humility and patience as time has passed and seek once more for both myself and the city's sake to contribute in efforts to once more protect its peace, whether it be internally or externally. Should you have work for me, please feel free to contact me at the Tiller residence or have me summoned into the city for a meeting, thank you. Grain Goddess help keep us: Varya Tiller* With that she would make her way back and begin to get herself back into fighting shape once more.

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