William Gates Keeting (named after noblity from the past) is a noble in Burlington. His expertise is research and collecting information from before the Deluge. He was recently on an expedition that was attacked by spirits of nightmare. Long arms and jagged claws reached out of the rain and people panicked, but not William. His calm demeanor let him see through the chaos of the attack to realize that running would not work. He had to fight, so he did. Using a relic axe, he single-handedly fought off the spirits. From that point on, he has been rethinking his role as a scholar.
William was called to an audience with Governor Welch. She told him about Allison Limoge's expedition. She wanted him to take command of the expedition in her name. While she approved of Limoge's hope for trade rather than conflict, she did not appreciate being kept out of the loop. William was to support Anna Flynn, but also to remind everyone that Welch was the Governor, not Limoge. William heard that the boy who had run through Winooski had been approached by Flynn, so he went to speak with him.
William found Spit in the Common Tales, obviously flustered and angry at one of the merchants who had been making fun of his name. William intervened and the two got to talking about why Spit had come to Burlington. Spit showed him the photo and the two went to the library so William could study the piece better. While he didn't recognize anyone in the photo, he could pin down the place: St Francis Xavier, in Winooski.
A crash from down the hall interrupted the study. William went to investigate, with Spit cautiously following. They were totally surprised when a dead dog walked out of the kitchen and silently attacked them. It leaped on William and forced him down. Spit stabbed at it, pushing it back, and William shook and ripped the feeble thing apart.
They went through the library, wondering how the dog had got in. As they passed the front doors, they saw through the glass that someone had been caught and killed by more dead dogs. The body was propped up against the door, blocking it. William and Spit went after the dogs and discovered a small pack of them. The two fought them off and warned the militia of the threat. The man at the doors, killed by the dogs, was one of William's assistants.
The two were taken to the Healer's Hall and patched up from their fight. The next day they will set off for Winooski.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
It's Raining Again
Due to technical difficulties, my Rain group had to stop. But I've started up with a different group and I'm very excited about it. We're meeting every other Monday, so I'll be posting at least twice a month to chronicle the game.
Andrew James Spitzer, known as "Spit," walked from Alburgh to Burlington. His home had been destroyed by Elves three years ago and he has been wandering the Wilds. He's 18 now, and after this long time decided to follow the one bit of something that ties him to his family (all killed in the attack) - an old picture of his parents, much younger, and a man whom he doesn't recognize. On the back of the photo is the word "Tim."
Spit walked down the hill from Colchester into Winooski. Through the trees and rain he saw that goblins had constructed a simple barricade. He crept close, but slipped and tore a hole in his backpack. The photo was safe, but he lost his knife, which slid down the hill in a rill of water that wound down through the grass and crumbling pavement. Before the goblins noticed it, he cast a spell that weakened and then shattered part of the barricade. He took off, running as fast as he could. Flew past the surprised guards, but was briefly mobbed. In the struggle, a spear got through and the jagged stone edge ripped open his side.
Even wounded, Spit was too fast for the goblins. His spell cleared the way for him, and he ran, in pain and frightened, to Burlington, where he was welcomed and healed.
Anna Flynn, arrived in Burlington a year ago from New York, was summoned to the house of Lady Alison Limoge, the noble in charge of trade for the city. Anna, an explorer and diplomate, found herself in the midst of care and carefulness as she stood in the house's entry. All about her relics from before the Deluge were arranged, dusted, put out on display. A clock ticked, long-dead people looked out from old pictures. A kindly older man, dressed in pre-Deluge clothing, welcomed her in and led her to a sun room, now alive with the tapping of rain on carefully cleaned windows.
She met Lady Limoge there, who directly spoke to her about the goblins in Winooski. They were there four months now, and the Lady saw an opportunity. They had disrupted commerce from St. Johnsbury and the Paquette Trading Post and Limoge believed that if something was not done soon, other nobles in Burlington would move against them with force. Unnecessary bloodshed.
The noblewoman asked that Anna be her envoy and lead an expedition to Bugeater, the goblins' Chief with the intention of opening trade.
Anna agreed and was told of a young man who had, just a week earlier, come through Winooski and may be of some help with the goblins.
Spit, well-rested and healing, was found by Anna in the Healer's Hall (formerly a mall). He was not thrilled to speak with her at first, believing her to be like the others that had come seeking reasons to go to war. When he learned the truth, he did offer to help - if Anna could get him a new backpack. A simple task for one of Anna's means, and so the deal was struck.
Andrew James Spitzer, known as "Spit," walked from Alburgh to Burlington. His home had been destroyed by Elves three years ago and he has been wandering the Wilds. He's 18 now, and after this long time decided to follow the one bit of something that ties him to his family (all killed in the attack) - an old picture of his parents, much younger, and a man whom he doesn't recognize. On the back of the photo is the word "Tim."
Spit walked down the hill from Colchester into Winooski. Through the trees and rain he saw that goblins had constructed a simple barricade. He crept close, but slipped and tore a hole in his backpack. The photo was safe, but he lost his knife, which slid down the hill in a rill of water that wound down through the grass and crumbling pavement. Before the goblins noticed it, he cast a spell that weakened and then shattered part of the barricade. He took off, running as fast as he could. Flew past the surprised guards, but was briefly mobbed. In the struggle, a spear got through and the jagged stone edge ripped open his side.
Even wounded, Spit was too fast for the goblins. His spell cleared the way for him, and he ran, in pain and frightened, to Burlington, where he was welcomed and healed.
Anna Flynn, arrived in Burlington a year ago from New York, was summoned to the house of Lady Alison Limoge, the noble in charge of trade for the city. Anna, an explorer and diplomate, found herself in the midst of care and carefulness as she stood in the house's entry. All about her relics from before the Deluge were arranged, dusted, put out on display. A clock ticked, long-dead people looked out from old pictures. A kindly older man, dressed in pre-Deluge clothing, welcomed her in and led her to a sun room, now alive with the tapping of rain on carefully cleaned windows.
She met Lady Limoge there, who directly spoke to her about the goblins in Winooski. They were there four months now, and the Lady saw an opportunity. They had disrupted commerce from St. Johnsbury and the Paquette Trading Post and Limoge believed that if something was not done soon, other nobles in Burlington would move against them with force. Unnecessary bloodshed.
The noblewoman asked that Anna be her envoy and lead an expedition to Bugeater, the goblins' Chief with the intention of opening trade.
Anna agreed and was told of a young man who had, just a week earlier, come through Winooski and may be of some help with the goblins.
Spit, well-rested and healing, was found by Anna in the Healer's Hall (formerly a mall). He was not thrilled to speak with her at first, believing her to be like the others that had come seeking reasons to go to war. When he learned the truth, he did offer to help - if Anna could get him a new backpack. A simple task for one of Anna's means, and so the deal was struck.
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