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Source code| PARTY SHEET | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| GENERAL INFO | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Party name: | The Arcane Threeo | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Leader: | Welmar | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Journalist: | Welmar | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Module: | The Aielund Saga | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| DESCRIPTION | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A group of spellcasters that was formed in a little village tavern that had ran out of beer.
The group is led by an old man in quite rugged leather armor and a worn cloak leaning on a crooked spear. A sling is hanging from his belt. He is followed by a brooding half-elven man with badly kept hair, wrapped in stained robes. The last and the least, at least in height, seems to be a gnome wrapped in arcane looking robes that stink of bat guano, also stained and dampened by heavy rain. This strange gnome looks quite magnificent despite of his clothes, but seems to be quite ill-minded. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| STATISTICS | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Good / Neutral / Evil | 50% / 35% / 14% | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic | 0% / 78% / 21% | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Male / Female | 100% / 0% | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Human | 28% | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Half-elf | 35% | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gnome | 35% | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| TOTAL CR | 174 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| JOURNAL | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It had rained for days, I cannot remember how I got into Bracksworth, but I'm glad I did. I don't even remember how I got into Aielund, I hadn't even heard the name of this kingdom before. These people don't even know about Oghma or the vast amount of other gods worshipped in the Reals and planes beyond. Maybe this place was somewhere in the vastness of the multiverse, where I was tossed by a whim of fate or this entity the people here worship as their deity, called simply as God.
However I had gotten there, I found myself in a small village tavern with other weary travelers like me. Only two of them seemed to be not from this strange kingdom. They knew of the Realms and had knowledge of the deities and arcane arts similiar to mine. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Garen
Garen© Jukka Lankinen.
