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 =Brand "Torchbearer"=
 [[File:BrandSummarySheet.jpg|thumb|Brand Summary Character Sheet]]
 ==Description==
 *Rough looking outdoorsman in studded leather armor
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 ===Brand Turn 1B Narrative ===
-CONTINUE HERE  IN PROGRESS UNDER CONSTRUCTION
+CONTINUE HERE - IN PROGRESS UNDER CONSTRUCTION
-While Hadotti yaps at you about this and that, you wake enough to roll out off the bed and then unpack what clothes you have.  You strip off any unnecessary gear and walk down the hall to the bath room.  A huge bronze tub sits in the room, already filled with water.  Nearby is a water pump and the woodburning stove that vented directly outside by a pipe.  A large pot of water is now heating.  You can see a bit of steam rising from the tub and you quickly strip and get in.  It has a stoppered drain.  This is literally how a great lord would bathe.  You've had better at natural hot-springs, but that was 50 miles away and did not have an inn attached.  You just soak for a while, and allow long held tensions melt.  Eventually, before the water cools too much, Brand starts to scrub away the grime and gently pull away the last old bandages that were no longer needed but had provided padding and protection from wound rot.
+While Hadotti yaps at you about this and that, you wake enough to roll out off the bed and then unpack what clothes you have.  You strip off anything unnecessary and walk down the hall to the bath room.  A huge bronze tub sits in the room, already filled with water.  Nearby is a water pump and the woodburning stove that vented directly outside by a pipe.  A large pot of water is now heating.  You can see a bit of steam rising from the tub and you quickly strip and get in.  It has a stoppered drain.  This is literally how a great lord would bathe.  You've had better at natural hot springs, but that was 50 miles away as the crow flies and did not have an inn attached.  You just soak for a while, and allow long held tensions melt.  Eventually, before the water cools too much, Brand starts to scrub away the grime and gently pull away the last old bandages that were no longer needed but had provided padding and protection from wound rot.
-After getting yourself clean you dress in your cleanest clothes appropriate for the common room.  All the rest go into the tub and you spend a time laundering your clothes.  You use the last of the hot water from the stove to finish rinsing and wringing.  With fingers well-pruned now and carrying your wet clothes, you head to your room.  You can hang the clothes in your room for now.  You can ask about a laundry line tomorrow.  Or better yet, acquire another set of undergarments and a laundress to take care of everything else while you stay.
+After getting yourself clean you dress in your cleanest clothes appropriate for the common room.  All the rest go into the tub and you spend a time laundering your clothes.  You use the last of the hot water from the stove to finish rinsing and wringing.  With fingers well-pruned now and carrying your wet clothes, you pop the drain and head to your room.  You can hang the clothes in your room for now.  You can ask about a laundry line tomorrow.  Or better yet, acquire another set of undergarments and a laundress to take care of everything else while you stay at the Four Winds.
-Although only a few hours since you had bread and stew, you are already famished and your stomach growls the moment you step back into the hall and smell the roast pork wafting in from the kitchen.  You hang your gear and do some basic stretches to make sure that your body is recovering properly and eagerly head into the common room.
+Although only a few hours since you had bread and stew, you are already famished and your stomach growls the moment you step back into the hall and smell the roast pork wafting in from the kitchen.  You hang your gear and do some basic stretches to make sure that your body is recovering properly and head into the common room.
 You feel like a noble clansman walking into his hall as you walk into the room.  There was no danger and plenty of good cheer around this first day of the Spring Festival Ostara (a holiday week rising in focus to spring equinox as day 4 and then tapering off).  Hadotti had a bench and a mug and a trencher were set for both of you and a place for Tenetty made a third at the cozy table near the kitchen.  During the dinner you tell her the tale of the time since you last met. (Basically your [[Player_Character:_Brand_"Torchbearer"#Recent_History|Recent History]].)
-There was something distinctly wrong with those Nathair Picts.  The forest drake and its rider were no joke and that was nearly the end of both of you.  However instead of doing any of the normal stuff number one being talking, or yelling or threatening, there was nothing.  Just single focus on killing like a rabid wolverine.  You almost literally jumped off a cliff in order to escape.  You took a trail so steep it was more of a poorly controlled fall than anything resembling climbing.  Bruised and battered, you managed to pick yourselves up and limp to safety.  The drake screeched in frustration high above and you thought that would be it.  Only, they did not give up the chase, against all sense they went around the cliffs and continued pursuit until you reached the hills to the south which lay clear outside their territory.  The haunted hills had a well-deserved reputation and either you had gone far enough or even a rabid forest drake did not dare to follow you.  The gully/pass through the hills would have been a deathtrap had the drake-rider pursued, instead it was just a grueling and boring slog up and back down to civilization.
+  There was something distinctly wrong with those Nathair Picts.  The forest drake and its rider were no joke and that was nearly the end of both of you.  Instead of doing any of the normal stuff you would expect (number one being talking, or yelling or threatening, etc.) but there was nothing.  Just instant a rabid wolverine kill focus from the drake and its rider.  You almost literally jumped off a cliff in order to escape.  You took a trail so steep it was more of a poorly controlled fall than anything resembling climbing.  Bruised and battered, you managed to pick yourselves up and limp to safety.  The drake screeched in frustration high above and you thought that would be it.  Only, they did not give up the chase, against all sense they went around the cliffs and continued pursuit until you reached the hills to the south which lay clear outside their territory.  The haunted hills had a well-deserved reputation and either you had gone far enough or even a rabid forest drake did not dare to follow you.  The gully/pass through the hills would have been a deathtrap had the drake-rider pursued, instead it was just a grueling and boring slog up and back down to civilization.  The biggest danger was making mistakes due to fatigue, which could be even more deadly than the drake.  A broken leg from a slip could be as deadly if slightly more routine than being eaten alive.  Arriving at Gwindnyr, you found the merchant and decided to push onward to the Four Winds.
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 * Making a character sheet for Hadotti.   HLet me know if you have a desired fighting style for your henchman, otherwise I will make him a generic fighter similar to other basic NPC's but better.  You can update that after I post his sheet and you can look at it.
 ** Inspiration for this is an honorable barbarian type character from one of my favorite old-school fantasy rpg related author (Feist, Raymond E. – Midkemia Series), but reminds me of lone ranger or last of the Mohicans vibe.
 === DM NOTES ===

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 ==Description==
 *Rough looking outdoorsman in studded leather armor
 *Brand received a broken nose that partially set.  The only way to fix it would be to re-break it and even then, he's not sure what the results would be.
 **In a battle against Underdark nightmare Troglodyte necromancers, Brand was clubbed down by two zombies and barely survived.
 *A Shield (+1) that protects against normal missiles.
 *A Longsword (+1), the hilt of antler, carved with a wolf-raven design.  Something he received from a family member.
 ===Day to Day/Lifestyle===
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 to be continued
 ===Brand Turn 1 Narrative Notes===
 ====QUESTIONS====
-* 'fellowship over coin' DM Interpretation of Brand as a classic ranger (old school D&D where they only had the wealth they carried, also Tolkien rangers), let me know how you feel for your character.
+* Making a character sheet for Hadotti.   HLet me know if you have a desired fighting style for your henchman, otherwise I will make him a generic fighter similar to other basic NPC's but better.  You can update that after I post his sheet and you can look at it.
-** You happen to have recently lost much of your carried 'wealth and supplies'.
+** Inspiration for this is an honorable barbarian type character from one of my favorite old-school fantasy rpg related author (Feist, Raymond E. – Midkemia Series), but reminds me of lone ranger or last of the Mohicans vibe.
 === DM NOTES ===
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 * In the adventure narrative, I remember imaged Brand as a quiet and "stolid" veteran.  Drawing directly from the original ranger material I felt a "Strider" vibe from early Fellowship of the Ring.  I pictured him as having experience by being older and having survived.
 * As a man in several worlds on the borders, on the fringes, even out on the borderlands themselves.  With his everyman background and connection to the Picts, he could act as an emissary or representative of many people in negotiations and a handy man to have around when negotiations break down...
 *At first opportunity for combat in this play by mail game, he will advance to third level...

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	“Bandits,” Lyr said succinctly. “Real ones. Karsites let ‘em stay here, both to confuse the issue when their regulars come across raiding, and to discourage their own people from trying to cross over into someplace else. So there’s a kind of buffer zone along here that the Karsite patrols don’t bother with.”		“Bandits,” Lyr said succinctly. “Real ones. Karsites let ‘em stay here, both to confuse the issue when their regulars come across raiding, and to discourage their own people from trying to cross over into someplace else. So there’s a kind of buffer zone along here that the Karsite patrols don’t bother with.”
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		+	===Ruins of the Ancients Descriptive Text from novel===
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		+	“A stone snake five thousand miles long coils its way around the empire, a city riding on its back. Within is the oldest and mightiest civilization in the world, a dreaming land of decadence and corruption ruled over by ancient immortals fallen from grace. Beautiful and terrible they were in the power of their youth, and beautiful and terrible they remain, though they are ruined now and their strength broken—a decayed remnant of the world that was, bound forever within a wall built by the gods.”
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