Perrinor

Last session, our heroes did some long-overdue shopping. They bought some health potions, a Ring of the Grammarian, Horseshoes of Speed, and a Immovable Rod from Kab Bapkap, a bombastic gnome setting up a temporary stand the day before Hexicon. From Paddy Felson Maho bought a Companion’s Band and some perfume (including peanut butter scent), Elias got a lavender Fizz Bomb, and Heph got some headache potions. Maho planned out her new Al-Mi’raj pet.

They party then took their new super speed horse to the alchemist meetup, for which Maho used her new Augury ability to predict both weal and woe. With Elias disguised as “Mr. Blockchain”, Maho disguised as “Muu”, and Heph honest as Heph, they entered a room full of an interesting collection of characters. Elias met Dzhod Nuckums, who held Sentin in high regard, and the Penix-living gnome Hankle who thought elves were “casuls”. Maho met Claudia, who was hoping to switch from wizardry to artificery in search of better jobs, and Xxmindprison69xX (real name Xxmindprison2000xX), a mysterious cloaked woman who shared with Maho her desire to stick it to the Man. Heph met Sylvia, the wealthy cousin of the Bismarck Empire’s Princess Luise Karolin Clara Kathrin L. Mathilda Nicopia von Riess, who was trying to learn a new thing every month and who seemed to think Heph was cool, inviting him to a drug party in a tomb, a thing this humble DM assumes happens all the time in high society.

After some time, Elias noticed multiple pairs of feet behind the red curtain on the stage, and out stepped Sentin Thornwillow. He apologized for being late, saying he had a meeting that ran over, but was surprised to see Heph. Regaining his composure, and directing all his attention at Heph, he said this was going to be a learning experience for everyone, and possibly an opportunity to make new friends. He and Heph gave each other half smiles, while Maho and Elias tensed in their disguises.

It is good to meet you all. First, before we mingle, some background on how I took my success. I grew up in the city of Fleetwood. It’s an elvish city, fairly isolated, very self sufficient. We elves, we love the old ways. We have our crafts and traditions but keep much the same over the endless ages. My parents took typical Morenwald occupations. My mother sang to the trees so that in the flow of their dancing they became houses. My father sat at the edge of the Willow Stream, waiting for the snowy white stag of legend to return. From my mother I learned craft. From my father I learned patience.

But I knew I could be something more. I could be a change within my people, the same as the first elves who passed through the Shroud traveling to Perrinor. I could usher in a new age of the elves. I studied our ancient craft. I developed something new. Something the elves hadn’t dreamed of, something that could give us renown beyond our own borders into the wider world. I had a vision, and I saw it through. Much like many of you do.

I lived a life of comfort, but a life of inconsequence. I yearned to take control of my destiny. And so I did. Truly the world is shaped by those with the will to challenge it. How do each of you aim to challenge the world?

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