A Maze of Grain+Group 3+Player Characters

Bale Sincane and his wife, Jahna, emerged from the wastes some time ago. Both were haggard and half-dead after spending an undisclosed amount of time in the wilderness. Originally from the Untouched Monastery, the Sincanes won't say how long they've been wandering in the wilds, nor how they managed to survive out there.

Bale offered his talents and a Psionic Vitalist and Cleric Monk to House Doriavo. At Istvan Doriavo's counsel, Marko agreed to shelter the Sincane family. The Sincanes joined the newly-formed Masters of Arms, fighting Ohma's foes on Marko's behalf for four years.

Bale and Jahna were present when Marko was struck down by Lazhkùrva Doriavo (immediately after Marko had adopted and naturalized her). Bale's healing abilities are without equal, and together he and Jahna can undo even grim death. But, no power short of a Wish or Miracle can countermand the Law of the One Kill.

Played by Austin Armfield.

Jahna Sincane accompanied her husband, Bale, in his wanderings in the wilderness. Bale's devotion to her safekeeping is practically religious. However, as a Paladin of Uhl-'ilm, she is perfectly capable of defending herself against most common threats - particularly the Wild Dead. In her turn, Jahna also worries for her husband's well-being. She is often seen fussing over his accumulated scrapes and bruises.

Having spent her entire life struggling against the unliving hordes, Jahna used to harbor a visible mistrust for Ohmani denizens. After living in Ohma (and even travelling with intelligent undead) for four years, she's shown more trust and discretion than a typical paladin.

Bale's preferred sparring partner is one of House Kshatriyo's favored denizen warriors.

In life, Stern was a courageous (reckless) warrior for whom the toils of battle were the greatest pleasure. Stern's violent, foolhardy behavior made him a pariah within the Ohmani community, but his battle skills were an immeasurable boon to Kshatriyo's struggles against the Wild Dead. The young Lade had a habit of fearlessly throwing himself into the tide of undead so he could cleave through as many as possible.

This habit was Stern's undoing in his 19th year. A single misstep cost him his life, but his denizen comrades risked their continued existence to retrieve his remains and present them to the Grandmaster of Phylacteries.

The reborn Stern Lade was unique among Kshatriyo denizens - unlike his peers, he was unable to feel pain. Indeed he could not be diseased or poisoned, nor did he require sustenance or sleep. Stern seized his new unlife with boisterous enthusiasm and charged right back into the lines of the mindless hordes - now seemingly invincible.

Lade's mandatory two years of military service have long since passed; he has now served Kshatriyo as a denizen for eleven years. His rashness has made him unsuitable for most political positions - indeed he would have no patience for any occupation that did not allow him to hit things. He does, however, have enough favor with the House to serve his vanity: Kshatriyo provides Stern with appearance-altering magics that preserve the healthy visage of his youth.

Stern is hilariously impulsive, and lacking in the 'observational' department. His ambitions and agendas are simple, and he doesn't notice or care for the convoluted political nonsense of the city.

Str: 13
Dex: 15
Con: 14
Int: 10
Wis: 20
Cha: 8

Vitalist // Sacred Fist

Wisdom-based support and healing caster, and unarmed melee specialist. Unarmored. Applies Wisdom to AC, attack rolls, spell-casting.

Played by Max T.

Popped out of a Wryllenic pod about XX years ago - long enough that he was the pixie equivalent of a barely an adult when the Demon wars started.

He fully intended to just stick to the forests and play pixie games, but some incident (suggestion?) got him volunscripted into the war effort as a scout. He got lucky in that he never encountered anything particularly powerful as a newbie - mostly he was the sylvan equivalent to the quasit. As the war went on and his powers of decepetion grew, he came to be assigned more and more dangerous assignments, and he was often under the command of Aedan, Master of the Rose Blade. Cillian proved an invaluable asset for Aeden, and during the climax of the war, was instrumental in the assassination of a powerful general of the demon army. For his service, Cillian was inducted into the Order of the Rose, and given a magic item to commemorate the acheivment - an eternally blooming rose encased in glass, which will emit the scent of rose petals when handled (also a luckstone).

 

Aeden, Master of the Rose Blade:

Cillian's Patron - he's a Prince of the Summer Court, and hundreds of years old. He's known for a peculiar fondness for short lived mortals, and it's rumoured that a number of half elfs in time past have been due to him. he's just as mercurial yet honor bound as most members of the Seelie Court, but he has a reputation for being overly merciful, to the extent that the laws and traditions of the court allow him to be so. That said, he's considered one of the most skilled duelists in the wryllenic realms, and has a large network of friends, allies and favors, built up over centuries.

He's one of the leaders of the Order of the Rose, and he possesses the Rose Blade - a powerful artifact(?) level rapier that can cause a wounded opponent to grow thorny roses within their body, tearing them apart and turning them into a bed of beautifully scented flowers (effectively an on-hit power word kill effect with an appropriate hp value).

 

Personality - Doesn't actually take anything seriously unless it's absolutely worth taking seriously (ie, lives are on the line). He's a pixie, so he has a childish curiosity and love for pranks and games, but he's seen a great deal of death and hardship such that he can take things seriously when necessary. He hates violence, and he prefers non violent conflict resolution when it comes to living things. Outsiders, undead, constructs don't count. He has a particular hatred for evil outsiders, and undead evoke a visceral sense of disgust.

 

Current - Cillian is a foreign agent working on behalf of Aeden. Goal #1 is to prevent war between Ohma and Wryllen. Goal #2 is to improve relations between Wryllen and other realms. Goal #3 is to promote global trade relations and international peace/prosperity/stability. Cillian's side goal is to make sure that the people of world, no matter their nationality or creed, are free and safe.

The elven waiter sidles alongside Cillian, his shadow flicking on the young walls. He pulls out a seat by the fireplace. “Feeling cold, old man?” he says monotone, while pushing in the chair.  

“Cold, excited, restless, content, you name it, I feel it,” Cillian grins, “And to top it off I am feeling exceptionally festive due to a recent bit of success, so despite your curt and rude manners I remain jubilant.”

The waiter nods.

“Is this place always so dead? Where are all the people drinking and being merry?”

“A few Wryllenic citizens, myself included, have been forced to occupy this hovel of a town in an attempt to... bring some sense of civility.”

“With some brighter colors in here, maybe open a window or two, and a more positive attitude this place could shape up nicely.”

The waiter rolls his eyes. “Excellent suggestion, sir. And what would the good lord be having this evening?”

“That’s the spirit!” Cillian says with a wink. “I’ll be having a white wine and fresh figs, if you don’t mind.”

The waiter slips off into the restaurant’s hush.  

Cillian thumbs through The Illusionist’s Guide to Artful Dupery, refreshing some of the core tenants from his favorite school of magic; he is content.

“Pardon my interruption, sir, but I have a missive here from King Owain Dantaglion himself, addressed to Atrassarorin,” the waiter says, eyes wide.

“Ah, yes, King Owain has something to say. That little rascal. I wonder what he wants now...” Cillian closes his book and then shifts in his seat, “Hand it over.”

The waiter lingers. Cillian makes a subtle gesture, and then a call from the kitchen sounds, “Get in here!” Without a word the waiter turns heel and rushes into the back.

Cillian breaks the New Gwestland seal.

 

Dear Atrassarorin,

 

Your services are greatly appreciated by all in the Dantaglion family and the New Gwestland Kingdom.  A million thanks would hardly touch the gratitude we hold.  Yet urgent matters must be discussed in regards to your brave and victorious rescue of our beloved Gwyllion.  Please return to our court as soon as possible.

 

Warmest Regards,

King Owain Dantaglion, Ruler of New Gwestland

 

Cillian holds the note out in front of him, fire-light turning the paper transparent.  A spark of magic glimmers from within the fabric of the note; it looks to be the letter D; authentic. Cillian wonders, Ah, they want to interrogate me, do they?  I’ve been known to enjoy a good interrogation here and there.  Let’s see... I have no desire to lose my place by the king’s side, so I better not confess to anything.  Many strange sites appear on the battlefield too, like that one time I saw an undead orc riding a demon both explode from holy light... that was something... I am an illusionist after all, so anything is possible, plus Gywllion practically adores me after my daring rescue; I could easily talk my way out of this. I’ll simply deny all incriminating accusation, and attribute any strange sights as my magic illusions. Cillian, you’re a genius.  


Satisfied with his reasoning he tosses the note into the fireplace. “Oh my food,” he says, looking down at a plate of figs and cup of wine, “when did you get here?”

A 'human' woman inked from head to toe in cryptic writings and runes. She wears her shoulder length black hair in a simple braid, and covers herself in common traveler's clothing with a blue, amber, and silver sash tied to her belt.

Played by James.