The Campaign Builder's Guild

And so it begins... Please if you are a PC, only open up spoilers with your name on them. If you have any thoughts or questions please post them here. Good luck to all of you and I hope everyone has fun.

Welcome to the commoners world.

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[spoiler=Elemental Elf]
State Religion: The church adheres to the worship of the Four Lord Hosts (2 male, 2 female but all called lords regardless). Most churches focus on one of the four (though several prominent ones focus equally on them all). The church in Rulvsfell is known as the Congregation of the Divine Peace and is devoted to the worship of Prospal the Lord Host of Pacifism. The other three lord hosts are Devonar the Lord Host of Truth, Nixi the Lord Hostess of Generosity, and Telari the Lord Hostess of Perseverance.

Local Religion: The other observed religion here is that of Ancestor Worship. Those who follow such ways (many locals do and are permitted to do so in order to prevent an uprising) often keep a shrine to their predecessors (or wear a small open silver hexagon on a necklace if they don't have place for such a shrine). Most worshipers pray to their ancestors every morning while facing away from the rising sun (since that is where they believe you go when you die... on towards the twilight). Other than that they will pray in other situations where they feel in need of guidance (setting out on a journey, making a big decision, etc).

Druidism: Locally there is also a small underground cult of animistic druids. Most people know about it but nobody that knows a druid is willing to say they are one, so the local law enforcement hasn't been able to do anything. Druidism is simply the worship of nature, primarily animals within nature. Each animal has a certain connection to a cosmic truth. Furthermore, the places they call their homes are considered sacred. Due to this druids also get into conflicts with hunters and lumberjacks (who are destroying what they consider holy) as well as members of the state church (who consider them pagans).

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Light streams lazily into your opening eyes as you beat back the grogginess of sleep. Your ears can make out the chirps of chickadees as well as the morning songs of quail. Stretching your arms you sit up in your bedroll and take a look around.

Just above the horizon the sun sets, having cleared the bonds of the dim brown earth below. The sky is cloudless and the air is clean, fresh with the thick smell of pine and juniper. You lean up against the tall birch tree you decided to sleep under last night and idly watch as a merchant wagon makes its way into town. The rumbling in your stomach and the dwindling amount of coin in your sack tell you that you should probably do likewise. Despite this though, everything feels right, like the air is permeated with possibilities waiting to greet you. You stretch your arms again and smile as a black haired human hops off the wagon and strolls off towards the river to wash up. Yes, the world is starting to rub the sleep from its eyes. You do so as well and lift yourself up with the help of the birch.
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[spoiler=Gnomish Cheetos]
There is a tap on your shoulder and you wake to a big face grinning at you. "Glad to give a lad in need a lift into town but you best be off before the boss catches you and skins me alive." You rub the sleep from your eyes and yawn a bit. The burly Half-Orc (whose name you can't seem to recall) hands you your sack and stuff. After a quick handshake you hop off the back of the wagon and take a look around. To the east the sun has finally risen, while up north a few hundred feet you can make out several groups of merchants and travelers camped out alongside the road. Behind you is a small bridge going over a slow flowing river. Shucking your sack up onto your shoulder, you amble on down towards the river to splash your face. You catch a few glimpses of some interesting blue shelled creatures in the water as the cold drops drip from your long hair. The air is beginning to warm up and across the river you begin to see people coming out of their tents and houses, preparing for the day ahead. Behind you an elf in a work uniform makes his way over and across the bridge.
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[spoiler=Stargate525]
It seems like hours since you last saw anything more than the squirrels (which are still chattering up in the branches). The forest still surrounds you, however it has been getting slowly thinner and thinner, graduating from thick-trunked pines and junipers to thinner and younger trees. The sun has finally peaked up above the earth though (as you can tell by the slowly brightening forest). Finally the forest gives way to an open area, dotted here and there with the stumps of felled trees. Beyond the clear cut area you can make out the roofs of a small town as well as numerous farms. Weary from the long journey you nevertheless continue on, hoping to find a place to rest for a short bit. As you get closer you come up alongside a river and begin following the bank towards what appears to be a bridge. The river is teeming with small fish and you watch half-curious as they swim to and fro between large red rocks on the riverbed. Up ahead you walk passed several yawning merchants and a man with a short spear, bending down to splash his face in the water. Finally crossing the bridge you sit down on the steps of what appears to be an Inn to take a short breather. Farther into town you can make out the laughter of playing children as well as the soft notes of a stringed instrument. Your feet are sore but at least you are wide awake (having recently tranced). A good thing too since you are going to need to find some work by the look of your money pouch. For the moment though you sit there and soak up the sun as the notes from the instrument drift through the morning air.
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[spoiler=limetom]
Sitting up you rest your head against a wooden beam and yawn. You stay that way for several minutes, letting time tick by as the birds outside chirp and chatter at one and other. The nicker of a horse finally coaxes you to open your eyes. You look around at the small barn you spent the night in. Sunlight is streaming in through cracks in the east wall, highlighting motes of dust as they dance through the still air. Standing up you walk out and open the barn doors, greatful that the farmer was willing to let you sleep here.

The outside world is bright and you shield your eyes for a moment, waiting for them to adjust. Finally you get a glimpse of the town. People are preparing for the day. Children are running about while their mothers set about preparing breakfast. On one of the buildings you can make out a Dwarf patching a hole in his roof. For the moment though you return to your pack and pull out the small stringed instrument the farmer said you could have (in his own words: "never did get a chance to learn on the dang thing, you seem awfully interested in it. Take it if you want). Sitting on a bale of hay out front you pluck the strings, playing a slow but happy tune on it as you watch the town slowly come to life.
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I'm going to pick up a shell-thing.

[ic=Jean Viea]Jean sits and plays for a little while, taking in the morning.

After finishing a tune, she gets up and walks over towards the dwarf.  Perhaps he needs some help.  Perhaps she can make a coin off of it.[/ic]

Tim stands up and stretches, opting to head for the unknown instrumentalist. As good a place as any to get his bearings.

[ic=Randor Stoneminer] Randor smiles once again, admiring the day. He looks around and repeats a small prayer to Nixi the Lord Hostess of Generosity, thanking her for the natural bounty that surrounds him. Noticing his sack still has a twinge of weight, Randor rushes off following the Merchant Caravan into town, hoping he did not miss Breakfast. [/ic]

[spoiler=Gnomish Cheetos]
Roll for Dexterity
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[spoiler=Limetom]
Standing up you stroll in to town past several small houses. A young woman eyes you over for a second and then goes back to sweeping the dust out of her house. You approach the dwarves house and look up at him. Up above he slips and falls over, catching himself but losing the tile in the process. It slides down the roof and falls off the side.

(roll dex if you want to catch it)
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[spoiler=Stargate525]
You walk farther into town, watching the scenes of the morning. In front of a small wooden hut a women is airing out a rug, the dust billowing off the piece with each shake. Opposite her, several men chat idly, one of them is blowing smoke rings out of an old wooden pipe. Meanwhile the music picks up in speed, almost to that of a dancing tune and then stops. You continue walking towards where you last heard it. Finally, turning a corner, you come face to face with a short, heavily tanned woman. She seems to be watching the roof above her. You glance up and watch as a tile slides down off the roof.

(roll dex if you want to catch it)
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[spoiler=Elemental Elf]
You cross into town, laughing to yourself when you notice a man bent over the river, trying to catch a blue shelled creature. Following the wagons you come out into the center of a large town square. Merchants are posting tents, going over inventories, or otherwise preparing for the day. Several wagons are continuing onwards but most seem like they will be staying for a bit. Off in one corner you see a think halfling struggling to carry a large cask and muttering to himself about worthless human hire-ons. Off to the side several human children are staring in awe as a lanky elf is setting up tables of candies and racks filled with spices.
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[spoiler=roll] [dice]1d20+2[/dice] [/spoiler]

[spoiler=Gnomish Cheetos]
With a deft grab you snatch up the creature in your hands. You hold it up for examination. It has a shell like a crab, but there is also a tail that extends from behind it. It wiggles its antenna furtively at you. You're not quite sure what it is. Your stomach rumbles, as far as it's concerned... it's breakfast.

Behind you you hear a chuckle and turn to see a young human woman tending a fire. A kettle is bubbling slowly over the flickering flames.

"You're pretty quick there."

She smiles and rubs her hands together before going for another piece of wood from a nearby pile.
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[ic=loch] to her:Oh...hi. Can I use that fire for a little while? Normally I wouldn't ask but I lost my flint a few days ago. [/ic]  

[ic=Randor]Randor takes all the happenings in. He's not seen such a gathering for many months, it warms his heart to see such joy on all's faces. Randor, not having any love for the Halfling race (bunch of thieves they are) decides to walk over to the lanky Elf and inquire about the Candies.

With a wide smile, the dwarf asks "Hail good Elf, tell me of your spicy candies." [/ic]

"Whoa." Tim drops his small bag of belongings, lunching for the dropped tile...

[dice]1d20+2[/dice]

[ic=Jean]Jean tries to catch him...[/ic]

[ooc]Roll: [dice]1d20+2[/dice][/ooc]

[spoiler=Gnomish Cheetos]
[ooc]
she's actually a human :P
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"Well there isn't much fire to go around. I'm cooking some fish though so feel free to toss your little blue crawfish into the pot. In return you can have some when I'm finished."

She picks up a wooden ladle and slowly stirs the brew, throwing in a small dash of salt.
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[spoiler=Elemental Elf]
The Elf glances at you then takes a look up at the sky.

"Nah it's much too warm for hail. Or spiced candy. I do have a bit of cinnamon though if you would care for that stuff. Or if you prefer some nice sweet rock candy. But just a minute yet as I finish up what I am doing."

He goes back to setting up his spice racks and lugs out a locked chest from behind a wooden crate. Then looking around he quietly lifts a small pouch off his belt and opens it up. The children huddle around and he quietly gives each one of them a small caramel cube.

"Don't tell your mothers, they'd be after my hide giving you all this so early."

The children snicker and quickly stuff the cubes in their mouths before wandering off. Finally the merchant turns to you with a sly grin on his face.

"So how can I help you?"
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[spoiler=Stargate525]
You jump out to grab it but instead smash into the lady (who was attempting to do the same thing). She manages to grab it before you barrel her over, winding up on top of her.
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[spoiler=Limetom]
You reach up and snatch it out of the air. However, before you can do anything else you are run into by an elf in a brown work uniform. He ends up on top of you (in a somewhat compromising position no less). Off to the side you hear someone laughing at you.
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"Oh dear..." Tim says, standing up quickly. "I'm so sorry about that, Ms...?"

He holds out a hand to the woman, belatedly remembering not to look like a complete imbecile.

[ic]Randor licks his chops and asks "How much for a piece of Rock Candy, my Good Elf?"[/ic]