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#812935 Sat 23/05/15 22:35 UTC
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This is a short scene where you play two local characters not directly related to the PCs or Rosencliff.

Through their interaction, you can develop your PC's back story from a second person perspective. What the characters discuss in this scene doesn't have to be the truth, it could be embellished, or pure lies, but then explore why they say such things and that itself will be a story that develops your PC.

Have fun with it. Perhaps this scene is also told by a third party, so even it isn't 100% reliable? (Much like the Prologue scenes.)

When you're ready, also decide a name for this game topic, and I will change it.

This scene is for Tindarien


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It is a warm day and the old man makes his way to the town square. It is market day. He likes this day because of all the hustle and bustle, the aromas, the trading, the comraderie but espeacially because this is a tale and tavern day for him. It has been his custom for many years now to attend the market in the morning and to tell stories to the children. It kept them out of mischief and their parents paid him coin for the privilege. That coin bought him his best lunch of the week in the Owl and Hare, something he looked forward to.

And yesterday he had some inspiration for a new story. The baker had told of a strange trio who had stopped in his shop to buy supplies for a sea journey. This strange trio consisted of a woodsman, a half-orc and a high elf. Now if that isn't enough to garner attention, the baker also described a symbol that the young elven male was wearing. An unusual sunburst.

The story teller nodded to himself. He once knew others who had worn such a symbol. And he knew something of that story that others did not. He nods some more. Oh yes and he is fairly sure he know who that high elf must be. A sad story but a good one.. and maybe now a hope reborn.

Reaching the market, he settles his aching bones onto a bench near the pond. He has hardy taken a breath when the first child arrives, sitting cross-legged at the old man's feet, staring up at him expectantly. Others follow, a pair of girls - sisters by the look of them, two boys and a smaller girl.. and others until there must be over a dozen children gathered.

He clears his throat.

"Today I will tell you the tale of Elvista and Berionde. They were elves. Elvista was a sorceress who cast magical spells whilst Berionde was a warrior with a shining long sword that many believed was magical. They were husband and wife and belonged to a group that fought together to defeat evil and vanquish all those terrible monsters."

He growls, making a face and arching his hands into claws. The children laugh, intent upon his words.

"There was a time when they stopped fighting..." he holds up a finger to silence any protest.. "..though that will not be our story today. I mention it only because they had just had their most precious gift, a son, and had spend time as a family."

He points to the north west dramatically.

"But over there, in the mountains a deadly spark had ignited. Tomb raiders had disturbed a malevolence that had been dormant for ages past. None lived to tell the tale and their sacrifice gave energy to the liche lord that arose. Just a skeleton when found, months later he had gained a minimum of flesh, parchment skin stretched tight over bone, he could have passed for the Grim Reaper in any parade. There were orcs and other creatures in those mountains and he gradually fed his thirst in their blood, turning them into his undead army, his power growing daily but also his thirst for both revenge and the taste of human blood."

The old man's eyes are shining with an intensity but as he looks down at the children he can see that some are looking a little scared. He takes a breath and lowers his voice to a more normal tone.

"The liche lord had once been an evil knight, famed for his evil deeds but eventually he was killed and bound in a tomb by the Lord in the region. He had died cursing the Lord and his family and his descendants for all time. And this curse and his revenge drove him now he had returned to the lands of the living. He knew from his minions that the new Lord of that family was holding a coming of age celebration for his daughter and planned to put an end to this family line forever. However during all the preparations and the building of his army, word had reach the ears of some in the group of Elvista and Berionde. Scouts were send, prisoners taken and questioned and the whole of the despicable plot laid bare."

He waves a hand over an unseen vista.

"The threat to the family and to all human life in the area was immense. This could not be allowed. The group got together hastily, time was short. They agreed that they must do what they could. Needing a full force, Elvista and Berionde reluctantly agreed to rejoin the group, placing their young son in caring hands."

One little girl has curled up against her brother. Maybe this is too dark a tale for children? He decides to cut it short.

"On a dark stormy night, the two groups clashed in the forested lower slopes of the mountains. The evil side had numbers, far more than the group had realised. But they had skills and magic and a desire to vanquish evil that equalled the liche lord's desire for revenge. Battle commenced."

"Those at the castle became aware of the noise and the lights flaming and streaking from those lower slopes. The Lord ordered his guard to ride out, himself at the head on a white stallion. By the time they reached the battle scene it was over apart from orc stragglers. The liche lord was vanquished but so too was the group. The soldiers searched for survivors amongst those who wore the sunburst symbol but all had been killed. They had however accounted for ten times their number in battle, the liche lord amongst them. It was only later that the details emerged and the local Lord knew what a lucky escape he and his family had."

And the old man thought back to the time he had been a soldier working for that Lord.

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[Ooh, classic children's tales. I like it. What shall we name this topic?]

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Indeed it was all in the telling. Was this lich lord none other that the Lich King, as some suspected? Who was this group of elven undead slayers, and why did they have such affinity for the darkest of magics? So many questions the old man could not, or would not answer.

It was often said that the truth was lost in time -- and that itself was true -- but it was equally true that lost things had a way of turning up again when you least expected it.


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