Reign Of Winter

Jerr Frost - A Cleric's Devotion

May 02 (3 months ago)
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This thread is for the story of Jerr Frost, cleric of Saranrae, and his adventures. The main story is driven by Jerr and the GM. When paths cross, other characters should interact as appropriate.

May 02 (3 months ago)
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The halfling opened he temple doors peering into the street. Since arriving in Heldren, Jerr had taken a temporary job at the temple assisting in the preparation of the spring festival and taking care of the orphans. Sara, the smallest of the orphan girls stood at the door, waiting for it to open, revealing the town square. She carried a box filled with flowers. The white booms of the wit and the dark red flower of the spring maiden made a beautiful and striking floral arrangement. The flowers would be used to decorate the statue of the maiden in the center of town. By this evening, the town’s square would be filled with merriment and celebration. The spring festival was an important one for the people of Heldren and called all residents, regardless of their faith, or lack there of, to partake of its festivities.

Jerr’s journey had taken him from the southern region of the inner sea, through Taldor, on his way to the northern home of his ancestors. He had quickly learned of the strict view that the region took in regards to his patron deity, Saranrae, and was finding it challenging not to yell at the inquisitors who barked out a restrictive diet of do this and don’t do that. Upon his arrival in Heldren, Jerr had expected to meet a similar philosophical view, but instead found a respite in Nathander Safander, a cleric of Erastil, who practiced tolerance and his wife Zaarida who, herself, followed the goddess of truth and redemption. Jerr had found a kindrid soul amidst a nation of inflexible dogmatic oppression. Perhaps it was the remote location of Heldren that protected it from the claws of Taldorian enterprise. Perhaps it was the influence of Ionna Teppin, the towns benevolent councillor. Regardless, for the first time in a while Jerr could worship freely, without one eye behind him.

As the morning sun rose, The town square was awash in the glory of her light. Jerr could just picture a dove, descending from the heavens to rest on the statue of the maiden. Several times, Jerr had commented on the face of, what the citizens called, the maiden. It did look like her, didn’t it. The townsfolk knew nothing of her mercy or radiance, but that was going to change.

May 02 (3 months ago)
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Although she was the youngest of the orphans, Sara stood at level height to Jerr. Jerr found it easy to interact with them, among the orphans he was rarely in danger of being trod upon. Jerr idly wondered if being among the orphans was anything like what a halfling community. With the children close at hand and the relaxed atmosphere of the town, it’d been a welcomed break from his travels of late.

He said to Sara as the morning’s light washed over them, “Looks like today’s blessed,” with a grin he added, “would have been here at dawn to see it at its best if Tom hadn’t got stuck in the attic,” referring to one of the other young orphans. He gathered up a sack of kindling for the evening’s lighting, and started to lead the girl into the street, advising, “Frogs don’t usually hide in attics, if you’re ever looking for one. The kitchen might do, or perhaps one of the washing bowls, but very rarely do pet frogs hide in attics.” He led the girl into the plaza with their supplies, “I expect the search will have to continue after the festival. Or maybe the frog will turn up at it. I’ve been told frogs enjoy a good party.”

Jerr set the kindling down by the pile of wood that’d been building up over the last few days in preparation. He’d contributed a fair amount himself, determined that there be enough light to make the festival a radiant occasion. While looking up at the statue towering over the two small figures, he asked Sara, or perhaps the statue as well, “Where do you want to start today?”

May 02 (3 months ago)
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Sarah set down the box of flowers “I wish I was a fwog” Sarah remarked, then let out a croooaaak as she hopped around the statue.. She looked at Jerr with a wicked grin and croaked again. Croooaaaaaakkkk. Then Sarah and Jerr both laughed. She jumped up on his back and started climbing on his head.

“Seriously Sarah, what should we do first?”, Jerr repeated. " ok" , she replied, reluctantly. “Let’s make the maiden pwitty”. Sarah picked up a garland of repeating white and red flowers on a string from the box and held it up. " lift me Jerr! I can’t weach it. "

May 02 (3 months ago)
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Jerr laughed, “If you were a frog, you could hop up.” He cupped his hands so Sara could step up to the statue. “Be careful, hold on to the statue.” He grunted with the effort, manual labor had never featured prominently in his life thus far. The little girl scampered up, and began hanging the flowers across the maiden, draping her in a gown of red and white flowers.

After Sara scampered down, Jerr stepped back to assess their work. “Almost done, needs one final touch.” He tested his footing and tried to reach up to the top of the statue, but ended up swinging around its arm and landing on his backside at the foot of the statue (climb check 7) with an “oof.”

May 02 (3 months ago)
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“Maybe you should climb on my showlders”. Sarah reached her arm out to assist the fallen halfling. She was small but determined.

May 03 (3 months ago)
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Jerr takes the hand and hauls himself off the ground. As he dusts himself off, he replies, “We’d probably both fall over. We want this well done, don’t we? Maybe we can find one of the big folk to help us out.” Jerr takes a look around the square to see if any of the taller folk are out and about this morning.

May 03 (3 months ago)
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Peering around the square, Jerr noticed the stable keeper, opening up the stable doors and pulling out an elaborately decorated carriage from within a barn. It was lavished in flowers and lace and filled with boxes and barrels. Sophia pulled it out by hand a few feet and then set about to fetch a horse from the stables to do all the hard work. She waved at Jerr and Sarah as she continued working. Next to the stable, at the Stout, Kale opened the main door and dragged a sign into the street. The sign stood up in a frame and advertised the Festival Special. The other letters were too small to read from the statue in the center of the square. Across the stoat at the townhall, the clock face stood open and the old clockmaker worked cleaning the gears and polishing the brass.

May 03 (3 months ago)
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Unable to resist being curious, Jerr said, “Let’s see if we can borrow a stool or ladder from Orillus. And maybe he can show us how the clock works.” With great enthusiasm, he went with Sara over to get a closer look at the clock. As he approaches, he greets the old tinkerer with a friendly, “Good morning, do you have a moment to assist us?” while he looked over the mechanism that was being worked on.

May 05 (3 months ago)
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The clock of the town was an unusual edition for a town this size. Still, it was a nice feature that normally charmed an alarm day and night to remind the townsfolk to keep order and that they were safe and secure in their little corner of Taldor. Orillus kept it running in ship-shape condition. The cover of the clock was opened out into the street this morning, revealing the gears and mechanisms whirling and moving on the other side. Orillus stood behind the clock, inside the tower of the Town hall and looked down at his two visitors below. He was positioned many feet above them and hollered down at them, addressing them in a deep, aged voice. His voice rained down upon them from high above.

“What can I do for you this fine festival morning. I was just making some adjustments to our clock today. I wanted to install something special for the festival. It shouldn’t take me long, so I’m happy to help you out. What do you need exactly?”

May 05 (3 months ago)
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The small figure in the figure below peered at the mechanism he was working on in interest and called back, “I’m helping Sara decorate the town square, but we’re a bit lacking in stature to reach the top. When you’ve finished the adjustments, can you lend us a hand?” He pauses for a moment and then asks, “What are you installing in the clock? Is it a surprise? And…uh…you don’t see a frog up there do you?”

May 06 (3 months ago)
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“Uh, frog ..?? what .. err .. no. I don’t see any frog up here? Wouldn’t expect to. " The man looked around confused. Sara giggled.

Appearing back over the ledge he continued. “Nope .. no frog. I’ll be glad to help you. I’m just installing a little surprise for the festival. If you promise not to tell, I’ll show you.”

May 06 (3 months ago)
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Jerr turns to Sara asking, “You can keep a secret, right? Come on, let’s take a look.” With that, he needs no more encouragement and leads the small girl into the town hall and up to the clock. On the way he asks Sara, “have you seen the clock up close before? I’ve seen some strange mechanisms before. Sometimes they use a bit of magic” he says as he wiggles his fingers at Sara, “but this one is a real work of art.” He bounds up the stairs as fast as the pair can and at reaching the clock area, grins and looks around.

May 06 (3 months ago)
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The clock was a whirling assembly of gears and cogs and whirlywizzes and whatnots. The whole thing overwhelmed Sara, who pointed and looked with a child’s curiosity. Orillus grinned and called Jerr over to a smaller box that had been removed from the clock. This box, when opened, revealed a set of wheels and gears that turned about a disk with grooves marked in it. Orillus held the gears in place with a small tool and then carefully removed the grooved disk. His old hands shook very little as he moved the disk to the workbench. "That disk, sets the chime for the clock, and normally it sounds like … " Orillus looks around for his bag. He takes out a small instrument from his bag and brings it up to his lips. "Like this .. " The old man breathes into the instrument and it makes a familiar tune.

“That’s the clock chime” Sara piped in. Orillus nodded.

“But watch this.” Sara’s eyes widened as Orillus reached into a sack and pulled out another small wooden box. He opened the box carefully and inside was another shiny grooved disk. Only this disk sparkled and shone, bathed in a blue aura. The tendrils of a magical spell, woven carefully into the disk, creating multiple layers of grooves within groves, covering the surface of the disk.

May 06 (3 months ago)
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Jerr looks about at the machinery in awe of the complexity with nearly as much wonder as Sara. When Orillus pulls the second disk from the box, he looks in wonder at it. He whispers quickly with questions bubbling forth, “Is that both art and magic? What sound does that make?” he asks the elderly clockmaker. “Did you make it? Or where did you find it? Can I take a look?” [If the elderly man doesn’t object, then] As he looks closer, Jerr whispers a prayer to reveal the truth behind the disc. [detect magic]

May 07 (3 months ago)
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Jerr’s prayer to Saranrae is answered by the Dawnflower immediately. His eyes begin to glow with a slight blue tint. The tendrils, creating the web of magic, begin to glow more and more as runes appear within them, at first simple, but then more complex. Figures and shapes dance about the disk, dancing and moving about. An entire performance, encased in a small glowing disk. The illusion is complex and must have been made with powerful control.

Orillus chuckles at Jerr’s questions. “No, my friend. I cannot craft such a wonderful masterpiece. There is but one in town who can and it has taken him over a month to perfect it. This will make quite an impression I’m sure at the festival I will not tell you more, for I will ruin the surprise, but you know a part of a great secret.” Orillus moves the disk over to the clock assembly and carefully connects it to the gears and cogs within the clock. After making a couple adjustments he smiles. “Now, we wait until dusk. Lets see if I can’t help you with the statue. The old man carefully returns his tools to their rightful place and locates a small stool. This might come in handy”.

May 07 (3 months ago)
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Jerr watches the magical forms dancing, with a smile, “That will be great surprise, maybe some day I’ll be able to create works like that.” To Sara he holds a finger to his lips, “No telling now. Let’s finish dressing the maiden for the festival tonight, she’s still missing her crown.” With that, the two small figures hurry back down the stairs to return to their work. At the bottom, Jerr waits for Orillus while Sara bounds over to the statue.

To Orillus he asks, “I didn’t realize there was someone with such skill in town, I’d love to see more of their work. Can you tell me who made that disc?” To himself, Jerr thought, although such skill can be used for entertainment and beauty, illusion can be dangerous as well to hide dangers and evils. It might be worth looking into some time.

May 07 (2 months ago)
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“Why, none other than Ten-frim. Have you never met? He works in the carpenter shoppe right next to the temple. He’s got electric blue hair .. about your height . .maybe even smaller. He’s a gnome? You sure you never met? Anyhow .. his craftsmanship is known all over Taldor.” Orillus helped Sara and Jerr finish putting the decorations on the Maiden.

“It’s Perfect!” Sara exclaimed as they looked over their handywork.

Jerr had more mork to do, so as soon as they finished, he cleaned up the box, and began to head back inside. A group of orphan boys ran around him down the temple steps calling out to Sara to play. He bid her farewell and closed the Temple doors behind him. The vestibule was empty and the only light was from two giant candles that seemed to burn forever from some magical power. Nathander could be heard off in the distance saying a ritual prayer, while his wife rumaged through a drawer off to the side, gathering small candles and placing them in a basket.

May 07 (2 months ago)
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Jerr walked inside, and before starting on his next task to prepare for the festival, he stopped by Zaarida saying quietly so as to not disturb the elder’s prayers, “Sara finished the maiden’s decorations, they turned out perfect according to her. Still no sign of Tom’s pet, but I think he understands to stay out of the attic. Anything I can help with before I go out to prepare the flowers and toys for the children?”

May 10 (2 months ago)
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“Are you looking for that frog of Tom’s? I found that foul thing in the holy water this morning. I think someone was playing a cruel trick. I had to pour it out. Actually, if you want to bless some more for me, I would appreciate it. I’m not going to bless the congregation with holy water tainted with frog. Fill some vials for yourself to take with you to bless the crowds during the festival” She paused for a moment trying to think of anything else. Then continued, “Other than that, enjoy yourself at the festival today. Our main job will be to spread good cheer and” she lowers her voice in a mock whisper " the light of Sarenrae"

May 10 (2 months ago)
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Jerr laughs, “Saranrae blesses even the frogs. Tom’s pet may yet be redeemed, but since its been blessed by the water, I’ll prepare some more for the rest of the village.” With that he hurries off to bless water for the congregation and complete his other preparations for the festival.

May 13 (2 months ago)
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Jerr looks around the village square. In a matter of hours, the entire place has been tranformed into a festival. Already, many farmers from the local village have arrived to peruse the different stalls and carts set up around the square. Even though Jerr was comfortable in his own skin, the thought of getting lost in a sea of people never did settle well with him. Glancing around the different carts and stalls himself, he did notice the stall of Ten-frim that particularly caught his eye. Especially when Ten-Frim, who was even shorter than Jerr, seemed to be hovering above his cart at least 3 feet off the ground.

May 13 (2 months ago)
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Jerr is impressed with the apparent levitation and hurries over the cart, careful to avoid being accidentally trampled on. He takes a look at Ten-Frim’s cart once it is close enough, he hasn’t visited the gnome’s shop before and he’s curious to see what manner of gadgets the gnome may have. Moving along the cart, he takes a look from different angles to not only look over Ten-Frim’s work, but to try to figure out how the hovering trick is done. Wires? Trick of the light? Or is it magic? Once Ten-Frim has a moment free of customers, Jerr asks enthusiastically, “That’s great, how’d you do it?” apparently assuming Ten-Frimm will know what he means.

May 14 (2 months ago)
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Ten Frim looks down at Jerr. “You’re that halfling fellow who travelled all the way up through Taldor heading north right? Jerr Frost, is it?” The gnome seems to have Jerr at a disadvantage. He knows about him but Jerr knows little about the gnome. “No worries my friend, Nathandor told me all about you. He said you were doing a great job with the orphans in the village. That’s a wonderful skill.” Ten-Frim glances around as if looking to see if anybody is watching, then hovers over to Jerr, lowering himself down to his level. “So, you want to know the secret of me levitation powers eh?”

May 14 (2 months ago)
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Jerr gives Ten Frim a look that says, “Who wouldn’t?” and says, “I am Jerr. The children would love a trick like that, not to mention all the practical uses. Especially around here, I haven’t seen too many normal sized folk. Well, besides the orphans but I’m afraid they’ll grow out of it.”

May 14 (2 months ago)
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Ten-Frim lets out a hearty laugh at Jerr’s comment. " I know a kindred spirit when I meet one." The gnome holds out his feet in front of him. Floating above the ground allows him to do this with ease. “The secret is in the boots, more specifically the runes etched in the boots. If you know how to manipulate the threads of creation, anything is possible. This trick took me two weeks to master. You don’t know how many pairs of shoes I destroyed in the process.” He looks upon Jerr’s shoes. “I could show you how, but you’d need some better quality shoes. Those just wouldn’t take.”

May 14 (2 months ago)
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Jerr takes a look at his shoes, “These shoes have made it this far for me. Id love to learn, any idea where I could find suitable boots? I’m not much of an artisan, decorating the town square with Sara was about the limits of my skill.” Jerr takes a closer look at Ten Frim’s cart, “Are you able to spend a lot of time working on such wonders?”

May 14 (2 months ago)
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“I’m sure those shoes are fine for travel”, the gnome explained, “but for enchantments you need fabric that can handle the magical weave without losing it’s power”. “I have some shoes that are probably about your size. Stop by the shop tomorrow and I’ll see if I can find them.” Ten-frim looks over his cart. "You mentioned Sara, I think I have something here she might be interested in. " The gnome begins rummaging through his cart looking for something particular.

May 14 (2 months ago)
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“That’d be nice. There is so little for the orphans, even if they’re doing better here than in most of the cities I’ve seen. I don’t suppose you’ve considered taking on an apprentice? This sort of work seems like just the thing to keep them out of trouble.” Jerr pauses, “or at least get them involved in the right kind of trouble.”

May 14 (2 months ago)
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“I’m not sure that I could take on an apprentice”, Ten-frim continues. “But I could come by and put on a show or two. Maybe if one of them takes a liking to it we could look into the possibility.” He pulls a small wand out of a container. “Ah, here it is. Tell Sara, she has to do is wave it in any pattern, like so” The gnome takes the wand in his hand and makes a complete circle “Then hold the wand still for a second and raise it high in the air.” Ten-Frim raises it in the air and a spark shoots from the tip of the wand traveling high into the air. When it reaches the top of its flight, it explodes in brilliant blue color, in the shape of a perfect circle. “It will make any shape as long as you create it in the air and pause before pointing it straight up .. Got it?”

May 14 (2 months ago)
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Jerr grins, “I think they’d all love a show, maybe with some practice Sara can help out.” He considers the wand, “Its safe for the children right, no chance of turning anyone into a rabbit? Because that might be tricky to explain to Nathander.” He laughs, then adds “This should definitely brighten up the orphans, many thanks.”

May 15 (2 months ago)
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“It’s safe enough” Ten-Frim explained. “Just not for indoors. Maybe some adult supervision too wouldn’t be a bad thing”, he stated shrugging. “Oh, Jerr.. here is something you might be interested in since you are a patron of the gods”. He rummages through the cart again, this time producing a small box. Opening the box carefully, Ten-Frim shows the contents to Jerr. It appears to hold a small rod with a singular jewel in its center. “Go ahead, pick it up. I assure you it’s perfectly safe. I aquired it at the god’s market in Absolam”

May 15 (2 months ago)
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Jerr puts the wand away somewhere safe and picks up the rod and looks it over, “Looks very nice, I hope one day I have so many interesting devices. I’d like to see Absalom, maybe stop there on my way. Are the temples there as grand as descriptions make them out to be?” Jerr turns the rod over in his hands and studies it closely trying to discern its possible purpose. ((is there some applicable skill to figure it out? Religion?))

May 16 (2 months ago)
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“Even more-so” Ten-Frim gestrues to the wand .. “just hold it up to a symbol of your diety to release it’s power”

May 16 (2 months ago)
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Jerr looks around, in case any inquisitors were lurking – Talidor had not been pleasant thus far. In the crowd though, who’d notice. Or care for that matter. He took out his small symbol of Saranrae and held it up against the wand to see what would happen.

May 16 (2 months ago)
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Immediately, the crystal within the rod began to glow with a dim light. Red and gold flames appearing within the crystal. Suddenly, the rod transformed. As Jerr held the rod away from his body, it became a brilliant angelic blade of light. The scimatar shining brilliantly. A couple of onlookers gasped in amazement.

“Hold it in your other hand”, Ten-Frim spoke excitedly.

Jerr placed the rod, now in his left hand. As he did, the blade shrank back, widening and morphing into a divine shield. A symbol, emblazened in the center of the shield showed an angelic short with angel wings and a sun shining brightly at the hilt.

May 16 (2 months ago)
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“That’s amazing!” Jerr exclaims excitedly. He turns the shield so he can see the front. “Its beautiful. Are there more wonders like this in Absalom?” He swaps it back to the scimitar and gives it a few careful swings, “How’d you end up with this?”

May 17 (2 months ago)
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“The god’s market. I was hoping it was the actual god’s rod, but it is merely a faximile of the sacred artifact of lore. That one there is merely a trick. Hit me with it.” Jerr looks concerned .. “Go ahead .. hit me with it. I promise I’ll be fine.” Swinging the sword reluctantly, he hits Ten-Frim. He screams out in pain .. then says .. “I’m alright .. Just kidding.” The sword actually seemed to have passed through him. “The thing is .. I know it’s not real, so it can’t hurt me. That’s how illusions work”

May 17 (2 months ago)
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Jerr looks at the rod, pondering for a moment before looking around at the festival and once more getting taken up by the occasion, “You could make a show with a pair of these.” He deactivates the rod (assuming its obvious how). “Do you know the story of the god’s rod – the real one that is?”

May 18 (2 months ago)
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“My brother, Arbagazor, had a fond interest in gadgets and religion. We used to scour the winter market picking up all the different discoveries we could and we would sell them, for a handy profit, travelling the villages of the North. After he died, I moved here. This town, for some reason, reminded me of home. I can’t really explain it. If my brother were here, he could tell you more about the god’s rod. I only know that, he had searched for it longingly. I picked this up in Absalom, hoping I had discovered the real deal. The salesman put up a convincing argument and claimed to have had it authenticated. I knew he was a fraud, but the memories of my brother and the slight chance it could be real, gave me enough reason to make the purchase. Even this reproduction can put on quite a show, and I heard, although it has not been verified, that the undead feel it’s power nonetheless. From what I do know about the god’s rod, and that’s just what my brother and I called it, it was a wondrous artifact of power capable of making a divine connection between the wielder and their deity. There is a small part here at the end of the rod you are holding that remains a mystery to me. It seems as if it had another piece attached to it at some point.”

May 18 (2 months ago)
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Jerr takes a closer look at the end of the rod, thinking if this reminded him of anything [knowledge: religion check 17]. “This sounds like an exciting project, to be closer to the Dawnflower, or even a chance. That would be worth a great deal of study. Do you remember the salesman you bought it from, should I ever reach Absalom?”

May 18 (2 months ago)
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Jerr tried to think back to his religious studies but fails to make any connection to a god’s rod.

“Not off the top of my head .. but I kept the certificate of authenticity that came with it .. its in the box here”. Ten-Frim removes the small parchment fromt he box and reads ..

this authenticated rod of devotion is a great and powerful artifact of old. Only a certain few can wield the power. The strength of your devotion will determine the strength of the rod’s power. Only through true sacrifice for your god can it be manifested. No refunds. Exkard’s Emporium, God’s market, Absolam.

“Exkard, I assume”

May 18 (2 months ago)
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Jerr reads over the parchment and chuckles, “You didn’t go for the refund? Emporium. Sounds promising.” Jerr looks around. “I shouldn’t monopolize you during the festival, I’ll come by your shop soon.” Jerr takes a look around to see what else is happening about the square.

May 20 (2 months ago)
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Jerr glances around the square, desiring to spread good cheer. As he had talked with Ten-Frim, the music had started up and a group of young ladies danced about the square, dressed in flowery attire. Sara stood watching from the side. Across the square, in front of the Stout, many patrons stood around with bowls of steaming soup, a comfort in the brisk weather that had fallen on the town of late. Several boys chase one another around the fountain, playing games and laughing. Familes line up at a booth, judging some baked goods. A mechanical minotaur is drawing a huge crowd, built out of some farm implements. Townsfolk take turns trying to ride atop its massive head as it thrashes about.

May 20 (2 months ago)
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Jerr thanks Ten Frim again and goes over to Sara, “Enjoying the festival? Ten Frim thought you might enjoy giving this a try.” He shows her the wand. “You draw a shape, like this.” Jerr does his best to trace a flower, “and then pause and hold it high up into the air.” He holds it up as Ten Frim had showed him earlier, and blue sparks again fly into the air approximating a flower, perhaps noticeable as one of the symbols of Saranrae to careful (and lenient art critic) observers. “Want to draw?” he asks.

May 20 (2 months ago)
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“That’s so beautiful” Sara jumped around excitedly. “Show me how”

Jerr shows her how to do it and she begins drawing her own flowers in the sky. Her fireworks rising above the dancers as if a part of the show. Many cheer as the wand produces one spectacular effect after another.

Sara is full of wonder and delight at her new toy. “Thanks Jerr!” She yells and gives him a gigantic hug. “What should we do next?”

May 21 (2 months ago)
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Jerr grins, “Food of course. What’s a festival without food?” With her in tow, he navigates the maze of big folk across the square to the Stout. “Smells delicious, let’s see what they have for us.” Jerr makes his way over to where they are serving the food.

May 21 (2 months ago)
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Sara picks out a bread topped with fresh local berries and mint. Jerr orders a bowl of savory soup. No charge for children at the festival. Sigh Can’t they tell I’m a halfling and not a child. I mean they did hand it out quickly without really looking. They are probably just busy is all.

They take their food with them, walking around the town square, enjoying every moment. Sara wants to ride the mechanical minotaur but after seeing a grown man thrown 30 feet into hay-bales she changes her mind. The festival is an overwhelming success and when Jerr finally retires to his room for rest, it comes quickly and soundly.

May 21 (2 months ago)
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Jerr goes to sleep, happily full and warm. That was quite the success, no trouble at all – except a few minor injuries due to the minotaur, all in good fun though. And with that he drifts off to sleep, to awaken the next morning before dawn to prepare for the morning’s rituals. In his morning prayers before the rising sun, he offers a silent prayer, Thank you for the blessings of light and joy and so much happiness in this time of frost and worry.

May 21 (2 months ago)
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Saranrae smiled upon her halfling servant. She kissed him with the warmth of the sun and light of the day.

Toilday meant working hard, and this one in particular after the festival. The orphans were already in the street working to remove the flowers from the statue in town. Other townsfolk worked about sweeping and cleaning up the debris and rubbish from the festival. He could see this from his tiny stained glass window, which peered out over the towns square from the second floor of the temple. Nathandor had given him this room which used to be for storage. The ceiling was low, but to a halfling, it felt a bit like home.

May 22 (2 months ago)
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The tiny halfling prepared for the day and cleaned up the small room before heading out. He went downstairs to look for Zaarida or Nathandor and see if there was any news following the festival.

May 22 (2 months ago)
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Nathandor greeted Jerr as he came downstairs. "Glad to see you are alive. The orphans, expecially Sara have not stopped talking about how much fun they had at the festival with you. Thank you so much for your service. You got a message from Ten-Frim here. It says, found the shoes. Come by sometime today. Not sure what thats about .. " He shrugs. “Breakfast is waiting in the kitchen if you are hungry. It might be cold but we didn’t want to wake you since you were resting so soundly.”

May 22 (2 months ago)
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Jerr lights up excited, “Shoes!” And with that cryptic statement he hurries off to get breakfast, grabs a biscuit and heads off to see what Ten Frim has found, eating the biscuit along the way and waving to the orphans out and about in the morning. He greets the nearest ones briefly, but he’s too excited and continues on with haste. When he reaches the shop, he quickly ducks into it and looks around for the blue haired inventor.

May 22 (2 months ago)
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Pushing past Godric, who Jerr does not know, he enters the small workshop. Godric was just leaving and waves to Ten-Frim on his way out thanking him for the arrow-shafts. Ten-Frim grins as Godric enters. He holds a rabbit in his hand. “You eaten?”

May 22 (2 months ago)
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Jerr’s mouth full of biscuit, a partially obscured, “Yes.” can be barely recognized. He looks at the rabbit, and after a few more chews he says, “I’m not an expert, but I don’t think that’s ready to be worn as boots yet.” referring to the rabbit.

May 23 (2 months ago)
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Ten-Frim laughs heartily. “Well, that’s true.” He opens up a pocket in his tunic and stuffs the rabbit inside. Somehow it fit without much difficulty. “Remind me that’s in there. If I forget it’s going to get bad in there.”. the gnome pats the pocket and then twirls up his blue hair into a point. " Now .. since you’ve eaten .. lets find those boots. Boots boots boots. Have you seen them anywhere?" (Perception)

May 24 (2 months ago)
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Jerr takes a look at Ten Frim’s boots and then his own, saying, “Wonder if anyone has a coat that preserves food. Be useful that. Or maybe something that disguises the smell, know a few that could use one of those.” He moves around to find the desired boots [perception 20]

May 27 (2 months ago)
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You find the boots; already on your feet. How did they get there ? Gnome trickery indeed!

May 28 (2 months ago)
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Jerr looks at his shoes, then more carefully. “I must have had more to drink last night than I remember. When did that happen?” He takes a seat and quickly pulls them boots off to inspect them more carefully.

May 30 (2 months ago)
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The boots seem normal, but they are of a high quality. The leather feels thick and the soles are worn in but strong. Some stitching in the leather makes some small symbols along the base of the shoes. Ten-Frim grins. “Now, lets teach you how to use them. The magic has already been woven into the fabric of the shoes. It is up to you to feel the magic threads and cause them to tighten and move. It may help if you can cast a spell to observe the magical fabric within.”

May 30 (2 months ago)
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“This is very fine work.” Jerr says as he turns the boot over. He asks Saranrae to reveal the truth behind the boots [casting detect magic] and takes a closer look at the enchantments on the boots.

May 31 (2 months ago)
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Jerr studies the boots, his eyes glow with the truth of Saranrae. He observes a detectible pattern within the boots of woven magical fibers. They reach out from the boots as if to grab the air around them. The runes shine with magical light. They are written in gnomish, or some magical script, Jerr assumes.

Ten-Frim says, “listen carefully to the words of the enchantment. Only through the words can you activate the power within the boots. Place them on your feet and get ready to repeat. The enchantment is in gnomish, sorry about that”

June 01 (2 months ago)
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Jerr quickly puts the boots back on after studying them. “Gnomish” he replies, “knew I should have picked up more of it on my travels, but I haven’t met many to learn from.” He pulls the boots tight and takes a few test steps, and then a hop or two. “Ok, I think I’m ready.”

June 01 (2 months ago)
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“Teniir siitha” the gnome says, deliberately emphasizing each sound carefully. “Teniir siitha” he repeats. It sounds like tener setha in the common tongue. “teniir ro will make them stop” (Make a linguistics roll to repeat the gnomes instructions or int roll if you don’t have any ranks in linguistics) “In the common tongue it means please fly and then please stay. That part should be easy to remember at least” Ten-Frim watches with anticipation.

June 02 (2 months ago)
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“Tenar Setha” Jerr says [int check, 4]. And then…

June 03 (2 months ago)
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“Hrm .. you sound like a gnome being squeezed from the inside. Maybe I better give you something to help you out.” Ten-Frim rummages through his drawers producing a parchment and begins to read from it. When he is finished, the parchment crumples to ash. He turns to Jerr and begins speaking gnomish very quickly, but Jerr understand every word. “Try again. With that spell your words will not fail you.”

June 03 (2 months ago)
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“That’s a lot easier than taking lessons.” and then, with his new speech powers, Jerr says clearly, “Teniir siitha” and steps forward.

June 03 (2 months ago)
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The boots rise up off the ground, giving Jerr an immediate uneasy fealling. Not used to standing on air, Jerr wiggles and squirms to maintain balance at his new height. (Acrobatics)

June 03 (2 months ago)
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[acrobatics 23] Jerr leaps into the air and immediately begins twisting and spinning around, “This is great” he says in gnomish before flipping himself upside down so a few candles and other knick-knacks he’d been carrying fall out of his pockets onto the ground. He then swings himself within reach of the ceiling and starts to dance.

June 03 (2 months ago)
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“Well .. it was worth it just to see that. They seem to suit you. At least you are better at circus performances than speaking gnomish. Try them out for a while. I’m sure eventually we can work out a fair trade for them if you like them. Just knowing that one of us small folk gets the upper hand is almost prize enough. Plus the orphans will be greatly pleased at your new trick. Remember “Teniir Ro” will make them stop. " Ten Frim smiles and encourages Jerr to practice with the boots a few more times.

June 04 (2 months ago)
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Jerr grins and somersaults his way back to the ground, bouncing off a few objects on the way. “I don’t have anything to trade for it at the moment, but I’m sure I’ll find something of use for you.” Jerr hovers just above the ground and says, “Teniir Ro” before settling on the floor. “Amazingly easy to use. How long does it take to make something like this?”

June 04 (2 months ago)
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Ten frim smiles at Jerr. "Not too long for an old gnome like me. "

With a bit more practice, the cleric gets pretty good at using his new boots. He is certainly going to get good use out of them

As the friends depart, ten-frim tosses a small box at Jerr. The box containing the god rod. " one favor I might ask is if you could do some more research on this. I have spoken with Cornelius Demetris and he owes me a favor. He says you can use his family library if you want. I would do it myself but I thought you might enjoy the opportunity. Just tell them what you are there for at the gate and they will get you passage.

This concludes this thread. This story will continue in a new thread ( possibly with John if you have a desire to seek knowledge of the god rod)

Jerr gains the following:

600 Xp

God rod part/facsimile ???

Boots of levitation

+1 insight on linguistics

June 04 (2 months ago)
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After everything Ten Frimm’s done for him, Jerr would definitely see what he can learn about the rod.

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