Some sort of fighting man, Ash seemed to recall. He remembered the owner now, a thick-necked, musclebound oaf of a man, always going on about his "legendary ancestor", Vol Rajani, one of the Roseguard. You know, over at Blades for Glades - the smithy?" Ash nodded, recognizing the name. I think he's just angry at Rajani still." Morlibint noticed the lack of recognition in Ash's countenance. Says it's a bunch of 'stuff and nonsense' and that our founders weren't all everyone says they were. Morlibint's mouth turned down into a scowl, settling into its well-worn position. Not sure what to expect, really," Ash shrugged noncommittally. "Are you joining us at Founder's Day? It's next week, you know," Morlibint changed the subject smoothly, years' of experience making small talk with customers gilding over the conversational awkwardness. don't let me see you doing it." They both shook their heads ruefully as Morlibint put the book on a shelf under the countertop. I was just giving you a hard time." Ash grinned and chuckled as he saw the edge of relief pass across the bookseller's face. Perhaps I should just throw it in the fire." Morlibint grabbed the book and started to move out from behind the counter, in the direction of the small hearth toward the back of the store.Īsh held up his hand, motioning for him to pause. Morlibint saw the subtle movement, and his look of reproached amusement shifted to one of sympathetic friendship. It's like you're watching my parents." Ash’s voice trailed off, the revulsion shivering through his skin. He liked the counter, its smooth, refined feel, its height - so easy to rest his hip against, and the thought of how many volumes had made their way across the counter into the eager hands of readers.
naughty." They both laughed.Īsh leaned up against the counter, rubbing his hand across the polished laurelwood surface. Ash shook his head disapprovingly, but it was a teasing gesture meant in friendship. Morlibint coughed reflexively and slipped the thin, red-bound volume underneath the store ledger, his pinky tucked surreptitiously between two pages to mark his place. Their stories are in the style of romance novels, which are just thinly veiled accounts of the authors' own trysts.
Abomination spat Pc#
Ash is a PC whose parents are well-known fiction authors. This first story requires a touch of additional background. If you're a player who wants zero hints of upcoming aspects of this adventure, steer clear. I want to give them reasons to go back to town and to have connections to it, and this is the best way I can think to do that.Īlso, there will be some slight spoilers in these stories in the manner of vague foreshadowing. We didn't have a session zero and I started them at the entrance to the ruins, although each of the PCs has already spent a varying amount of time living in Otari.
Abomination spat mods#
(My apologies in advance to the mods if this is in the wrong forum.)Īll of these stories are efforts to provide my players with some sense of important NPCs in Otari.
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