[Gegren Ile is a Tough Helborn Adept who Crafts Unique Objects with a Skills And Knowledge Flavor] [Random Connection Prompt: Pick one other PC. That character comes from the same place you do, and you knew each other as children.] [Gegren is from Locke so if anyone else also wants to be from there, feel free to grab this connection hook.]Gegren hit the ingot with his hammer, just starting to shape the metal into its rough form. Few in town mix the right steel for a plow, or a sword, or a set of cookware, and very few could match his skill. As always the huge forge doors were open, leaving an entire wall open to the street. Rain or shine, winter or summer, the doors were open while the forge was operational, to let out the intense heat. Consequently, Gegren had an audience again today. The open doors invited the town gossips, the town layabouts, and those looking for a half hour break from their own work to wander in and hang about. While not particularly gregarious, Gegren didn't mind as long as they stayed a safe distance out of the way. Over the years he'd picked up a lot, almost certainly more than people knew, just by listening and learning who was exaggerating stories for effect, who was outright trying to start malicious rumors, and who was telling the honest truth. A shout caused Gegren to miss the ingot entirely, striking the anvil with his hammer. Thon, the woodworker's apprentice, pointed at the sky. "What in the hells is THAT?". The alert gave Gegren just enough time to come around the quenching tub and see a pillar of blue and green light pierce the sky, appearing to touch the ground somewhere beyond the closest hills. Almost immediately, a visible wave of bluish-black crackling energy spread out from the same area. As it passed, the wave flattened some trees while leaving others standing. The old watchtower on the top of the hill had one corner of the roof sheared off, and the rest of the roof tiles turned purple. The wave reached the town at about the same time as the sound from the event, a deep rumbling drawn out boom, almost drowned out by the crackling sound of the energy wave. As the wave passed through Gegren, he felt something _shift_ within him, painfully. Fractions of a second later the energy wave threw the red-hot ingot off the anvil in the direction of Thon and the other townsfolk. Gegren reacted instinctively and reached out for the ingot, even though it was much too far away. The wave passed, and Thon was looking somewhat cross-eyed at the red-hot iron ingot hovering inches from his nose. After a few seconds of bewilderment on everyone's part, the moment passed and Gegren relaxed. As he did so the ingot crashed to the ground and scorched the floor before Gegren picked it up with tongs and transferred it to the anvil. He turned around to see Thon and the others looking at him, goggle-eyed and backing away. Thon stammered out "G-gegren? Do you have _horns_?" [OOC: bss if the above description doesn't fit what you're looking for in an initiating event, I am perfectly willing to retcon, but the general idea is Gegren was human and... now he's part demon and has magical powers because something was awoken in him by a local anomaly that may or may not have been known already] [I am still thinking about a faction for 13th Age style relationships, but maybe a shadowy magic user's 'guild' that doesn't like 'naturals' appearing on the scene without having to go through them for learning, or for a positive relationship an association of craftsman, smiths, and tinkerers]
On Wednesday, June 25, 2025 10:43 PM Mike Bloy via Emerald Flame wrote:
A shout caused Gegren to miss the ingot entirely, striking the anvil with his hammer. Thon, the woodworker's apprentice, pointed at the sky. "What in the hells is THAT?". The alert gave Gegren just enough time to come around the quenching tub and see a pillar of blue and green light pierce the sky, appearing to touch the ground somewhere beyond the closest hills. Almost immediately, a visible wave of bluish-black crackling energy spread out from the same area. As it passed, the wave flattened some trees while leaving others standing. The old watchtower on the top of the hill had one corner of the roof sheared off, and the rest of the roof tiles turned purple.
To no surprise, news of this event quickly spread across Mystvil; while Locke is not noteworthy enough to have yet joined the /sending stone/ network, plenty witnessed the event and traveled to nearby towns to relay the news, eventually reaching larger cities such as Aera Anon and Horizon, drawing the attention of all sorts of folks within days. No organized response by any of the interested scholars, guilds, and other parties has been made just yet, but a disturbance of this size is unusual for the area, even this area. Since then, the response in Locke has been cautious. The site of the "strike" still throbs a vibrant blue, wrapping the nights in Locke with an ominous undertone under the unnatural light. No one has yet ventured to the site --- Locke is not exactly a breeding ground for the adventuring type, normally --- nor has anyone ventured to the old watchtower. A makeshift citizen's watch has been rallied, but their courage limits them mostly to watching the blue sky from the edge of town and hoping nothing else happens.
[OOC: bss if the above description doesn't fit what you're looking for in an initiating event, I am perfectly willing to retcon, but the general idea is Gegren was human and... now he's part demon and has magical powers because something was awoken in him by a local anomaly that may or may not have been known already]
[Nope, this is perfect, and your background/awakening is nice. I don't have a specific idea or name yet for the shadowy guild, but I'm good with the idea.] -- bss (Brian S. Stephan) | https://bss.zone/ | GPG: 0x80895FCB
On Wed, Jun 25 2025 at 10:43:51 PM -0500, Mike Bloy via Emerald Flame <emerald-flame@lists.incorporeal.org> wrote:
He turned around to see Thon and the others looking at him, goggle-eyed and backing away. Thon stammered out "G-gegren? Do you have _horns_?"
In the days after the event, Gegren tried to continue on as usual. The townsfolk found reasons to gather elsewhere, though Gegren would hear whispers and mutterings following him wherever he went. His new horns, bluish skin, and cat's eyes didn't do much to make people want to approach, nor did the fact that items had a habit of floating to Gegren's hand when he needed them. It also likely didn't help when an inexplicable rage overcame him and he'd yelled at the people in the smithy to leave, actually swinging a newly-forged sword at them before he regained control of himself. Needless to say, Gegren was feeling pretty isolated, but even so he understood the townsfolk's fears. As news of the event spread and large numbers of out-of-town visitors started to arrive, Gegren noticed a change in the whispers, mostly from a particular group of visitors, who appeared to be scholars and magic practitioners of the studious, hierarchical, ritual based type of magic. [OOC: bss if you want to turn this into a whole scene where something happens with the hierarchical-magic group, I'm game]
On Thursday, June 26, 2025 2:45 PM Mike Bloy via Emerald Flame wrote:
[OOC: bss if you want to turn this into a whole scene where something happens with the hierarchical-magic group, I'm game]
[I think we wait to see if the party starts emerging from the group of visitors and/or elsewhere and go from there, but if nothing soon we can come back to it.] -- bss (Brian S. Stephan) | https://bss.zone/ | GPG: 0x80895FCB
On Wednesday, June 25, 2025 10:43 PM Mike Bloy via Emerald Flame wrote:
[Gegren Ile is a Tough Helborn Adept who Crafts Unique Objects with a Skills And Knowledge Flavor]
[Just one thing from the character review: I think it's easy to forget about that extra armor specifically against fire, so maybe see if there's a better place to put it in the sheet. But otherwise, looks good.] -- bss (Brian S. Stephan) | https://bss.zone/ | GPG: 0x80895FCB
Dax Crestfall's recent journal entries. It has been a busy few weeks, never ending requests for dimensional pockets. Everyone was exhausted, especially Tobin and Emony [two eldest brothers], so the cozy family dinner was perfect. Lela [sister, child #5] made her fireball chicken parmesan and we grilled some hotworgs [D&D name for hot dogs], finishing off a ankheg of beer. Pendrid [dad] and Zia [mom] led a merry round of songs as we told stories into the evening. Yalan [Elven Warden of Locke Forest] was happy with the forest scented candles and leaf bookmark I made for his birthday. We found Caeloria's grave novel [in the ancient Library of Penstanishuri'a, located deep underground in the Locke Forest], which detailed visions of her own death. Basically it said she fell from a tree, was bound and killed by a giant spider and passed onto the afterlife. Everyone freaked out as Gegren has grown horns. I think they look good on him, and folks should leave him alone. I brought him some pastries this morning. [Our family occasionally work with Gegren on making magic items] On Wednesday, June 25, 2025 at 10:44:14 PM CDT, Mike Bloy via Emerald Flame <emerald-flame@lists.incorporeal.org> wrote: [Gegren Ile is a Tough Helborn Adept who Crafts Unique Objects with a Skills And Knowledge Flavor] [Random Connection Prompt: Pick one other PC. That character comes from the same place you do, and you knew each other as children.] [Gegren is from Locke so if anyone else also wants to be from there, feel free to grab this connection hook.]Gegren hit the ingot with his hammer, just starting to shape the metal into its rough form. Few in town mix the right steel for a plow, or a sword, or a set of cookware, and very few could match his skill. As always the huge forge doors were open, leaving an entire wall open to the street. Rain or shine, winter or summer, the doors were open while the forge was operational, to let out the intense heat. Consequently, Gegren had an audience again today. The open doors invited the town gossips, the town layabouts, and those looking for a half hour break from their own work to wander in and hang about. While not particularly gregarious, Gegren didn't mind as long as they stayed a safe distance out of the way. Over the years he'd picked up a lot, almost certainly more than people knew, just by listening and learning who was exaggerating stories for effect, who was outright trying to start malicious rumors, and who was telling the honest truth. A shout caused Gegren to miss the ingot entirely, striking the anvil with his hammer. Thon, the woodworker's apprentice, pointed at the sky. "What in the hells is THAT?". The alert gave Gegren just enough time to come around the quenching tub and see a pillar of blue and green light pierce the sky, appearing to touch the ground somewhere beyond the closest hills. Almost immediately, a visible wave of bluish-black crackling energy spread out from the same area. As it passed, the wave flattened some trees while leaving others standing. The old watchtower on the top of the hill had one corner of the roof sheared off, and the rest of the roof tiles turned purple. The wave reached the town at about the same time as the sound from the event, a deep rumbling drawn out boom, almost drowned out by the crackling sound of the energy wave. As the wave passed through Gegren, he felt something _shift_ within him, painfully. Fractions of a second later the energy wave threw the red-hot ingot off the anvil in the direction of Thon and the other townsfolk. Gegren reacted instinctively and reached out for the ingot, even though it was much too far away. The wave passed, and Thon was looking somewhat cross-eyed at the red-hot iron ingot hovering inches from his nose. After a few seconds of bewilderment on everyone's part, the moment passed and Gegren relaxed. As he did so the ingot crashed to the ground and scorched the floor before Gegren picked it up with tongs and transferred it to the anvil. He turned around to see Thon and the others looking at him, goggle-eyed and backing away. Thon stammered out "G-gegren? Do you have _horns_?" [OOC: bss if the above description doesn't fit what you're looking for in an initiating event, I am perfectly willing to retcon, but the general idea is Gegren was human and... now he's part demon and has magical powers because something was awoken in him by a local anomaly that may or may not have been known already] [I am still thinking about a faction for 13th Age style relationships, but maybe a shadowy magic user's 'guild' that doesn't like 'naturals' appearing on the scene without having to go through them for learning, or for a positive relationship an association of craftsman, smiths, and tinkerers]_______________________________________________ Emerald Flame mailing list -- emerald-flame@lists.incorporeal.org To unsubscribe send an email to emerald-flame-leave@lists.incorporeal.org
On Sunday, July 6, 2025 5:41 PM Stuck Ey via Emerald Flame wrote:
Dax Crestfall's recent journal entries.
[OOC: when you get a chance could you do an introductory post in a new thread for Dax? IIRC, I think all else there is out there is the idea you had on IRC a bit ago, so it'd be good to get a clean/canon post up on the ML for the group and then we're building off the same fiction. For example, I don't remember seeing that Dax and Gegren were connected already (and it's fine if they are, I just feel like I missed something and/or we need to true everything up). I think when we have that for Dax we can see how he's looped in. Don't forget the starting connection to the party, as that will help. But, I like the journal entries themselves, just think we need to make sure we have more backstory. Also, the connections in the MCG builder are a bit unclear to me. I like how murph did them in Nia's entry, as an example to go off of. On that note, I think everyone (except Nia) has some filling in to do there when we get a chance. That might be the last thing beyond establishing how Asal is hooked into the events.] -- bss (Brian S. Stephan) | https://bss.zone/ | GPG: 0x80895FCB
On Sunday 06 July 2025 05:41:56 PM (-05:00), Stuck Ey via Emerald Flame wrote: Dax Crestfall's recent journal entries. Everyone freaked out as Gegren has grown horns. I think they look good on him, and folks should leave him alone. I brought him some pastries this morning. [Our family occasionally work with Gegren on making magic items] [As the person central to Locke, I'm assuming that everyone has had a chance to meet Gegren unless they're coming into town right this moment. That said, I'd like to know about the sorts of devices that have been produced by this collaboration between Dax and Gegrren]
On Monday, July 7, 2025 5:49 PM via Emerald Flame wrote:
[As the person central to Locke, I'm assuming that everyone has had a chance to meet Gegren unless they're coming into town right this moment. That said, I'd like to know about the sorts of devices that have been produced by this collaboration between Dax and Gegrren]
[Gegren being the talk of the town residents (or even to newcomers) makes sense to me too, I just think that for Dax we need that backstory to know which way it is with there. =) That intro post is probably the last step so everyone's got context and then we can begin /adventuring/ adventuring. And I agree regarding the devices. Might be a good hook into House Magissa or a new major player, as well.] -- bss (Brian S. Stephan) | https://bss.zone/ | GPG: 0x80895FCB
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