Glorantha PBP game thread.

"Hey there! Yes you. My name is Sigurd Halgrimsun. I was born in Svenstown in Sartar where my father was a warrior in the house of Thane Ulfrik.
I work for the Goldentongue Biturian Varosh. He is a good man, serves the Lightbringers and is an open handed ring giver. Look at the good silver I have earned. He is looking to recruit keen eyed and hard handed fellows to protect his latest caravan which will be leaving for Laca at dawn next Goddsday. We must pass close to the Castle of Lead and so those with light or fire magics will be most welcome. Those wishing to travel under our protection we will charge 3 Shillings a week unless they bring healing or are also Lightbringer cultists.
We offer 6 Shiilings a week along with good food, we take no Lunars and of course none tainted with Chaos. If you are interested come and find me at the Lame Llama Inn on the South Side of the small market in the next three days."

Sigurd Halgrimsun
Adari
Clay Day, Death Week, Fire Season 1610ST

TMAO wrote:

(present day)

You are in the market place buying supplys for your next journey. It is a hot, high noon. You see a strange bird circling and then diving at you. It looks like 75% Crow and 25% vulture(the size of a crow.) It trys to peck your eye out. Worse you feel a tug on your soul, as if it was trying to rip it out. You summon all your will and barely resist, you are at 1 pow, you manage to strangle bird.You have a nasty scar on your forehead over your left eys( to be continued)

TMAO Wrote:

You briefly cast a shadow as if you were a thin tall(4FT) tower of bones

Chris107 Replied:

Sigurd wipes the blood from his eyes. He thinks back to what the priests taught him.
Even though Mighty Orlanth is of the Air he knows that birds are sacred to Yelmalio, child of Yelm the hated Sun Emperor. It is well known that when Orlanth was only 5 hours old he went on his first adventure where he defeated Yelmalio in a dancing contest. There fore he casts the birds carcass to the floor and dances around it praying first to Father Umath and then turning to the South West he prays for protection from Kero Fin wife of the Air. This done he ties a silver shilling on a leather thong and binds the dead things beak and takes it off, a little shakily looking for a Orlanthi temple to ask for a Divination.

TMAO Wrote:

your soul is the work of agency beyond our power to understand, we need to try an excorcism, go rest and return when you feel well or in 3 days. You go and calapse on your bed, Horrible dreams assail you, You are awaked in the very erly morning light you are at 1/3 POW and HP (which is far better than when you went to bed). You awaken seated at the rooms table, in your hand a quill. In front of you is a parchment that has runes you don't understand, but you feel you know what it says "You are mine



Chris107 Replied:

"I am cursed. Some evil power has it in for me and I feel terrible. But laying around here won't make things better. Like the wind I must go here and there until I find my enemy.
First I best go to see if anyone has shown at the Lame Llama. I can not let Biturian head into the Dagori without guards. Even if I must pay in my own good silver."

Sigurd Halgrimsun
Adari
Windsday, Death Week, Fire Season ST1610

TMAO Wrote:
Over the course of the next day you recover and are at your new max POW.

(I await the finishing of your char)



TMAO Wrote:

When next do you sleep, you have a dream.The crow

Chris 107 Wrote:
Sigurd attempts to engage the creature in combat on the Dream Plane. He rejects the Crow completely.


TMAO Wrote:
You have a ferocious battle with the crow, knowing you are in a battle for your soul, you put everything into it. Crow gives up and disappears. But you know it is still there in th corner of your psyche..........

Chris 107 Reponded:

I awoke drenched in sweat. My spirit had driven off the darkness but not driven it out. I pulled on my clothes and buckled on my sword knowing no armour would protect me from this terrible foe.
Crossing town I went in search of the Library of Lhankor Mhy seeking to find a sage to help. The God of Knowledge was a Lightbringer and so must aid if he can. I spent 17 Copper Clacks buying bees wax candles and a whole Silver Shilling on fine parchment to gain audience.
Then as an initiate of a fellow Lightbringer cult I said the ritual poem.

"Breath is in everyone: All Air is your friend
All Air must move for storm or breeze.
Answer the call for assistance
Then charge what is fair, in your eye.
Pay all debts, even if they break you,
Especially those gained in emergency.
If you demand payment in your turn
You will expect to be paid.
Give freely! Do not break a friend.
In emergencies a fair man will aid
But take praise and cheers for pay.
Do it free, they will too."


Sigurd Halgrimsun
Adari
Wild Day, Death Week, Fire Season. ST1610

Anyone wishing to introduce your character please only use this thread for a picture and brief description. Post dice and character sheets or whatever over in the Other RPG section.
Same goes for any side adventures you want to take us on. I suggest we agree a departure from here and discuss it elsewhere before continuing to post the narrative proper.
Best
Chris

"We are The Boar Clan from Dragon Pass" Our Battle prowess is Legendary! We Seek Brave Warriors to test our Might against" W" We challenge ALL to ritual combat and dances" We will best ALL!

As the caravan assembles, several interesting individuals are of note.

Several Orlanthi priests see off Annstad, a tall thin man with red hair, he claims to be a healer who is taking a message to Orlanthi temples but there is an uneasy air about him.He wears the symbol of Odayla, dressed in worn leather armor and carrying a short sword and a small bow

A very persuasive story teller haggles his fare down to 75% with the promise of entertainment on the road. He is garishly dressed and unarmed, He says his only name is Story Teller. He wears a small bag on his neck

Talor the Aggarite is taken on last min as a guard, He is small but very quick and muscular, He has a friendly air about him, but has little to say.

Sigurd looked harassed as he approached the departing caravan. He was surprised to say the least to see his boss Biturian, Rune Lord of Issaries in deep conversation with a squirrel but knew better than to ask questions of the Goldentoungue, especially when he was running late himself,
Running late because he'd spent the night boozing with the Boar from Dragon Pass and ended up pissing on the Sun Dome Shrine!
Worse still Argrath Dragonspear, Wind Priest of Orlanth sent for him in a rage. It seems there is a weird smell of fish in the temple. He had left a handful of Clacks with a lay member to mop the place thoroughly and had then forgotten about it.
Now looking at the motley crew assembled he was pretty sure the day would get no better.

In the morning light , an odd sight in the sky, The Celestial Rabbit Constellation is still visible, it is a dark omen of dangerous beginnings and a great journey of untold misfortunes and treasures.........

"Such quest! So much luck!"

The Squirrel returns to its master. The hooded man is revealed to be a rather good looking young chap, and as he pulls down his hood and starts towards the caravan he passes the Orlanthis. "May all your beer taste of fish!", he curses the baffled priests who have no idea it had been lay members of their temple who had beaten him up last night when they caught him trying to sneak a Trickster Idol made from straws and cow dung into the temple. Of course Eurmal's revenge was served in the form of a bagful of rotten fisheads dumped into their beer barrels this morning.

The trickster introduces himself as Kelkel, wandering entertainer and trainer of squirrels. After forgetting to thank Biturian for the healing magic he jumps on a cart and starts whistling a merry melody. Change of scenery is quite necessary before the Orlanthis put everything that happened at the temple together and arrive with tar and feathers.

Gloranthan Calender