Field of Daisies (a Harnic RPG)

Brunis of Kressen

Mercenary Soldier

Age 26, 5’8" 168 lbs
Brown hair and bushy beard, Gray eyes

Weapons: Handaxe, shortsword

Armor: Plate halfhelm, mail byrnie, cloth tunic and leggings, leather calf boots

Skills: Climbing 60, Jumping 52, Throwing 52
Initiative 65, Dodge 60, Axe 42, Dagger 65, Shield 65, Spear 75, Sword 65, Riding 26
Awareness 48, Foraging 56, Survival 56,

Languages: Harnic 71
Scripts: None
Ritual: Peoni 13

Possessions: Flint & steel, eating knife, bedroll, knapsack, oil, cooking pot, hardtack biscuits, slab of cheese, a dozen sausages, waterskin, 120 silver pennies.

Looks like we’ve got a good group. So when are we getting started?

I have a couple more characters to type up, then I can give you an intro. We should be rolling by Friday at the latest.

I need to join a club and then hit everyone with it.

Down, boy! Be good.

Itinerant toymaker?

(You laugh, but I once played one in a long campaign. I was mostly useless.)

How about an alchemist? An absent-minded alchemist who was run out of town when the lab exploded?

There should be clowns.

Sounds good to me. It’s the Brunis of Kressen character, right?

I can do that if ya need it. My personal favorite useless role story I’ve heard: Pyromaniac wizard. MUST set fires every few hours during the day or else he’ll suffer negative setbacks to his stats, and he gains bonuses for larger fires.

Apparently the party crossed a rope bridge and left him to defend their flank while they went away for a while to get some idol.
When they came back Indiana Jones style with tons of angry natives following them in hot pursuit… Guess what they discovered? :smiley:

Am I too late to get in on this? I’ve never done any internet role playing and this one seems light enough on the rules that I could wet my feet easily enough.

Sorry, we’re full up. I can’t handle any more! :eek:

I really like these guys:

Symon of Fionn

Metalsmith (Journeyman)

Age 22, 5’8" 168 lbs
Dark complexion, red hair, blue eyes

Weapons: Dagger

Armor: None

Skills: Climbing 48, Jumping 56, Throwing 48
Initiative 70, Dodge 90, Axe 42, Dagger 53
Awareness 60, Metalcraft 50

Languages: Harnic 85
Scripts: None
Ritual: Peoni 11

Possessions: Flint & steel, eating knife, bedroll, knapsack, oil, cooking pot, hardtack biscuits, slab of cheese, a dozen eggs, waterskin, 92 silver pennies.

Notes: Extremely agile, very fast runner
Ingmar of Vang

Toymaker

Age 35, 5’10" 160 lbs
Blond hair and bushy beard, Green eyes

Weapons: Handaxe, roundshield

Armor: Leather cowl, leather surcoat

Skills: Climbing 40, Jumping 30, Throwing 44
Initiative 60, Dodge 40, Axe 98, Shield 97
Rhetoric 48, Woodcraft 88, Lockcraft 72, Seamanship 66

Languages: Orbaalese 85, Harnic 60
Scripts: None
Ritual: Sarajin 14

Possessions: Flint & steel, eating knife, bedroll, knapsack, oil, cooking pot, hardtack biscuits, tons of lutefisk, 4 wooden toys worth about 50 pence total, waterskin, 10 silver pennies.

Notes: Comes from a viking society to the north. Speaks Harnic yust fine, ya, yumpin’ yiminy, BORK BORK BORK! Ugly as sin. Very smart. Older than other characters, hence the higher skills. Excellent fighter.

So here’s the setting:

Cella and Eren are good friends. Ingmar and Brunis are also friends. Symon and Gered are strangers. You are in the village of Tonot, which is the home of Baron Uthris Pierstel. Tonot is in the very north of the kingdom of Kaldor. The closest castle is in Gardiren, home of Earl Hemison Curo, an extremely powerful man who is very close to the king.

Kaldor is a feudal kingdom that has prospered, more or less, for hundreds of years. Her king is a doddering old man, but fair and wise. He has no heir, but there are many who can make a case for a claim to the throne. Kaldor has not seen war for about 50 years.

You are all somewhat strangers to this village, save for Ingmar, who pretty much knows everyone who has children.

You are in an inn called The Dragon and the Faerie. Besides the six of you, there are five other men here, plus a staff of three. Except for the serving wenches, everyone is kind of eyeing Cella. Sorry, except for one of the serving wenches.

The food here is fair, the drink is a bit weak, but the service is friendly and prompt, and prices are reasonable.

Brunis recently lost his horse in combat. He hopes to visit his brother in the village of Falketh to the north to borrow some money for a new steed. Ingmar hopes to sell his toys there, as the local market is tapped out. Gered hopes to establish a small trade route from Falketh to Tonot. Symon is looking for a new master and is combing local villages for one. Cella hopes to find a village in which she can minister to the flocks. (Preach to the people, not “do the sheep.”)

The time is around 9pm. It is early summer, and oddly (for Harn), the weather is amazing.

I take the staff of three and hit the narrator with it for using the Ingmar voice.

Do I have any particular objective here?

I should make an effort to educate you about religion, as it’s pretty important.

There are very few atheists in Harn. Heresy is a high crime, and torture or death is a common punishment. Believing in the wrong god - or no god - often results in this.

There are several gods commonly worshipped. Note that not all people “believe in” all of them, and very few worship more than one. In Kaldor, worship of some of them is considered heresy and is punishable by death. Other kingdoms may differ in this. All of you worship gods, to whatever extent you wish (save for Cella and Eren, who are ture believers), that are either tolerated or encouraged.

Look at your ritual skill to see who you worship.

The gods you know about:

Larani: Goddess of chivalry and nobility. This is Kaldor’s official religion among nobles. The Archbishop resides near the capitol city of Tashal.

Peoni: Goddess of poor farmers. Goddess of fertility, though unmarried sex and clerical sex is strongly discouraged. Clerics are known for their skills in healing. Some believe that Peoni is Larani’s mother. Kaldor’s Mother Superior is the king’s niece.

Save K’nor: God of knowledge. Followers tend to be librarians, scribes, or students of the arcane arts. Tolerated.

Halea: Goddess of commerce and carnal pleasure. Clerics are always female, and services tend to not invlove much clothing. Popular among mercantylers and lonely businessmen. Tolerated.

Sarajin: Viking god of war. Very male-dominated. Females are usually considered chattel unless they are virgins and undefeated in battle, in which case they are reveared. Polygamy confers legal and social status. Tolerated. Barely.

Agrik: Evil god of fire and torture. “Blame the Victim” is holy writ, as the weak deserve neither life nor respect. Agrik and Larani are (im)mortal foes. Banned in Kaldor.

Morgath: Evil god of chaos and the undead. Believers wish to raise an army of the dead and engulf all of Kethira (the world) in chaos and evil. Banned in Kaldor.

Ilvir: Weird “hippie” god of strange monsters. The only god who is believed to actually reside in Kethira - on Harn, in fact. Believers tend to be unwashed, disorganized, and “a little off.” Tolerated. Barely.

Naveh: Evil god of assassins and thieves. Unpopular, fortunately. Banned.

With a yowstink pole? BORK BORK BORK!

You’re Eren, right?

For one, stay with Cella. She’s awesome.

For another, get some life experience.

Worship Save K’nor, learn more arcane arts, and earn some coin. Maybe some village in the north needs a chandler! Maybe the lord there needs a scribe.

At any rate, you’re almost out of beer money.

Bork bork bork!
I am not so good with da accents! But I yust must fake it till I make it, ya? Bork bork bork!

Am I jour toymakink person? How do I control my bork bork bork!? What ist my mission in life other than toymakink?
How much for your wemen? I vish to know!

Fair enough.
Let’s chat up the locals. 5 others in the inn, right? What’s the good word?

Ya, you makes the goot toys, und ja make da few girlies. But you can make the goot fightink, ya?

Ya ist poor. Selling da toys da goot cheeldren uv Falketh might make ya some pennies, ya?

Da wemens, dey like da bravery mor dan money, ya?

Eran uses Imperfection of Sif.

My eyes. My ears.