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Diofant

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Riders of Rohan | Standard of Living: MartialCallingTraits | AP: 1 | XP: 8 | DP: 0


Valour: 4 | Wisdom: 4 | End: 27/27 | Load: 15 | Fatigue: 1 [+1] | Hope: 12/14 | Shadow: 6 [0] | Parry: 6 | Weary: No | Miserable: No |Wound: No


Skills: Body 5 (8) | Heart 5 (7)| Wits 4 (5) | Weapons | War Gear | Equipment | Songs


As the days passed, it was good to see the company had gotten more comfortable in talking. Regardless how serious their purpose, traveling with only grim faces and dark thoughts had worn on anyone more than they would tell. Magric, too, seemed to be getting along with the others, so the bard was not forced to be a middleman between him and the others to get them to talk, and instead took the time to educate Belgo while the journey continued.


An empty island awaited them. Gramtyng walked after his companions, his recently better mood utterly evaporated; what could have forced them to leave? Some of their tents remained... But no boats. No market, despite fair weather? Barin's thoughts seemed similar to his own. If this was a result of an enemy threat - where was the blood? Why had the enemy not taken or befouled anything left behind? He looked around sharply, trying to find a clue to what had happened.


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I will use 1 point of Hope to raise my 13 to an 18.

 

Diofant

Diofant

Gramtyng, son of Fastredspacer.png


Riders of Rohan | Standard of Living: MartialCallingTraits | AP: 1 | XP: 8 | DP: 0


Valour: 4 | Wisdom: 4 | End: 27/27 | Load: 15 | Fatigue: 1 [+1] | Hope: 12/14 | Shadow: 6 [0] | Parry: 6 | Weary: No | Miserable: No |Wound: No


Skills: Body 5 (8) | Heart 5 (7)| Wits 4 (5) | Weapons | War Gear | Equipment | Songs


As the days passed, it was good to see the company had gotten more comfortable in talking. Regardless how serious their purpose, traveling with only grim faces and dark thoughts had worn on anyone more than they would tell. Magric, too, seemed to be getting along with the others, so the bard was not forced to be a middleman between him and the others to get them to talk, and instead took the time to educate Belgo while the journey continued.


An empty island awaited them. Gramtyng walked after his companions, his recently better mood utterly evaporated; what could have forced them to leave? Some of their tents remained... But no boats. No market, despite fair weather? Barin's thoughts seemed similar to his own. If this was a result of an enemy threat - where was the blood? Why had the enemy not taken or befouled anything left behind? He looked around sharply, trying to find a clue to what had happened.


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