RoundTable Adventuring

Pele I
What I Remember

The mortal mind was never meant to hold the amount of knowledge that I had. Humans at best possess the capacity for 200 years of memories and the elves of sovyrian by contrast can hold up to 800 years, a far cry from the millennia’s of knowledge I had. When my divine spark was ripped from my chest I was given a mortal body with mortal capacity for memory. I fought to hold on to what I had for to long as a result I probably remember less than i might have. But fighting did give me more control over what memories I kept and which ones I had to forget. I no longer remember shaping the coastlines of castrovel and golarion. I no longer remember those long years i spent in the halls of elysium or the under-volcano. I no longer remember the feel of a magma flowing through the ocean, the creation of an island. What I do remember is the time I spent with my sisters Desna and Acavna and my younger brother gozreh. I remember the war, the death of Curchanus, I created the Kodan race in his image. I remember my enemy, the nightmare lord Kosmaro, and how far I have fallen. I might be mortal but my sister was fond of saying, “as long as there is a dreamer, there is hope,” now I am the dreamer, now, for the first time in a long time, I have hope.

Sojo #2

do people have no respect for those that came before them? this temple is amazing and yet inside we find a group of squatters trying to defile it with sacrifices and other befoulments. They got what they deserved and it was all the more satisfying to make sure that they knew that we had foiled their plans before we sent them to meet their dark master.

Gar'lumbo #3

And people say Orcs are stoopid. These people didn’t even know the holy symbol of Lamashtu, Mother of Monsters, I know they live in the back woods of no where, but thats all the more reason to know about the cult of people who might want to unleash monsters on unsuspecing towns, Serisously, how have Humans survived all this time being so weak and dumb. I could be ruling this place in a week. But them I’d be ruling a bunch of poor ass, inbred, back woods, fuckwits. Knot how I want to start my clan.

Gar'lumbo #2

How do you turn a poetry slam into an orcish poetry slam? KA-BOOM MOTHREFUCKER! HAHA! That was great. Best part of the whole day. But i don’t know why that one guy was so angry with that cult laeder. Convincing stoopid people to do thing for you is a great way to get things done. He must be mad he didn’t think of it first. Hey, maybe he can get some tips off of the leader of the cult we are tracking down now, Trickin’ Idiots 101.

Yoshi II

1 year ago

A peach blossom fell from a tree; it fluttered slowly toward the ground. On its way it passed over the face of a young man sleeping at the tree’s base. Yoshi awoke. The sun had just broken onto the world. Momentary disorientation set in before the events of the previous day flooded into his mind. He was about an just over an hour’s walk from the city gates, which meant over 80 minutes to the dorm in which he kept his belongings. There would be much to do today. He stood off brushed the dirt from his hakama, took his haori from the branch where it had hung for the night and donned it. They were yesterday’s cloths but they would have to do. He took off at a brisk pace but not before taking in the picturesque scene around him.

When Yoshi arrived at the dorms the sun was well into its journey across the sky. He spent what was left of the morning packing his belongings. Over the past 24 hours, thought had given way to hopelessness, which in turn gave way to resolve. There was no reason for him to stay in the river kingdoms.

After a lunch consisting of salted kreuzotter (a poisonous local snake), rice, and umeboshi, Yoshi sought out a ship that would take him down the Dagger river, across lake Encarthan, to Kerse in Druma. His ultimate goal was to get to Absalom but it was best he thought to take the journey one step at a time and search for opportunities as they presented themselves. It wasn’t hard finding ships bound for the merchant capital of lake Encarthan, but finding one that left within his short time frame proved to be the issue —after all he was to be cleared out of the dorm tomorrow. After many parlay’s with many captains, he found just the ship, The Black Mist, a small junk under the command of captain Walren. Walren had recently arrived from Tamran, the only catch was that Walren would need to make a stop at the Isle of Terror to pick up passengers should any be present, before proceeding to Kerse. With the arrangements made Yoshi would be able to leave on the morrow.

This left only one task left, to write to Yoshitomo and inform him of what had transpired and what Yoshi had planned to do to atone for the dishonor he brought to his father. In this Yoshi played the dutiful son, he did not embellish any part of the story, nor did he blame others for his misfortune, he told it straight, his father would appreciate that. After many drafts he was finally happy with what he had written, and now by candlelight sealed the letter with the Haseiwa crest, in the morning he would give his correspondence to the postal runners who would see it across continents and board The Black Mist bound for Kerse.

Gar'lumbo #1

It’s been days and I havn’t found a single person worth eating. That guy on the bridge would’ve been good, but then he was murdered by goblins. Pathetic. I know Humans are weak, but he couldn’t even keep GOBLINS in line. And the little bastards stole all my cigars.

And his boss can’t even control his woman. She tells us our chest is here and- wait, ha, she probably saw a stronger male and decided to trade up. She’s a smart one.

Whatever, this pathetic cult is way too weak to survive. Killing them is for thier own good.

Karem #1

You could tell something was off with this group of fanatics the moment we set foot in this place. When you’ve spent as much time as I have around various groups, gangs, organizations, cults, or any other fancy name for a gathering of shit heads, you begin to pick up on the “vibe” they give off.

I may still not be entirely clear on what it is they are doing down in these halls, but at this point it’s safe to say it isn’t good. If the orc and I hadn’t taken it upon ourselves to start poking around, who knows how much further things would have gotten. In hindsight it may have been smart to get the others before venturing so far off the beaten path .. but you gotta play with the cards you’re dealt. I guess the next step is to determine this cults end game and put a stop to it. Sure we could just find our stolen property and leave … but I really don’t take kindly to people nearly killing me. Besides, in my experience, there are always law abiding types who are willing to reward for the “removal” of whatever shit head group is causing trouble.

Sojo #1

This is why I hate going into Cities. Everyone is always telling you what to do or where to go or not go. like this stupid kid for instance “You can’t go upstairs” But the guy I need to talk to is up there? “You can’t go upstairs” well too bad cause I need to talk to him. and then as soon as I come back down from politely knocking on the door he starts screaming about how we went upstairs and all of a sudden all these fools are trying to kill us. They are really lucky I’m a nice guy and decided to let them live long enough to learn from their mistakes. Unlike the rest of my travelling group apparently. These guys are so murder happy it makes me wonder how they are ever even let In to any cities. And the foppish guy in the pajamas, gave me such a huge stink eye over killing those elementals on the road and then goes straight to murdering Actual people without a second thought. Damned sheltered hypocrite, doesn’t understand how the real world works apparently after being cooped up in that school. Ahh well most of these kids will live to think about how they can not be on the receiving end of a smackdown again and that’s all I can really ask for.

Yoshi's Wakashu I
on the encounter with water elementals
      mori no kawa
      kara mizu no michi
      owari de wa
      yuuutsu no uta
      mizu ga take naa,
      From the forest creek
      there is a watery trail
      at its end
      a song of melancholy
      the water melts away
Yoshi I

1 year ago

      The young elf stared at him across the desk. Her features were sharp but attractive. She wore a shade of lipstick that complemented her shoulder-length violet hair. Around her neck sat a mantle of raven feathers, the tips of which were died purple. She was clothed in a black armored corset with matching bracers and a pair of thick black leggings. She sat in an elevated chair in an attempt to hide her height, or rather lack thereof. Standing, Yoshi guessed she would have been about five-foot two, rather short for an elf. The thought had crossed Yoshi’s mind that she might be half gnome… wait, could elves and gnomes interbreed? The question would be filed away in the part of the brain reserved for momentary curiosities — questions that would be forgotten and never answered. Her expression appeared apologetic. Yoshi had travelled no less than nine months in order to study alchemy in the inner sea. He had only been studying for less than half that time before…
      “Yoshitsune,” The word pulled him out of the fugue that had briefly set in. She continued, her voice stern and forceful “I’m sorry but your acceptance to this guild was predicated on you showing some efficacy in the art of alchemy. Your entrance exams had been waved, against my judgment, at the request of Daimyo Haseiwa Yoshitomo. But, since you arrived you have not demonstrated any teachability. Its time for you to stop wasting your time and the time of the guild educators, I’ll give you till the day after tomorrow to make arrangements, gather your things and get out of the dorm.”
      Yoshi tensed, while nothing she had said was untrue, the directness with which she said it was insulting to his honor. After a moment he regained his composure. Yoshi often had to remind himself he was in a foreign land, language here is not as poetic and words are not spoken with the pretense of diplomacy. Besides acting out would be folly. The rune on her forehead marked her as a summoner and he had no intention of meeting that four-armed scorpion-like creature.
      “Yes guild mistress Tragshi, will that be all.”
      “I hope so.” Tragshi spoke with an air of finality, as if daring Yoshi to do something and simultaneously cautioning him against it. Doubtless Tragshi had expelled many people from the guild in her life, and many of them had not gone quietly. Yoshi would however; to lash out in an act of destruction or civil disorder would be dishonorable. Yoshi stood up, the legs of his hakama swaying with his movement. He walked towards the door.

      He had to think; so he allowed his feet to carry him wherever they might travel after being disconnected from the direction center of his brain. After all he’d have to scout temporary lodgings so some amount of wandering was necessary anyway. He wandered passed taverns in which he might have drunk away his self-pity. He wandered passed boxing dens where he might let off a little of his frustration. He wandered passed churches and temples where he might have prayed for guidance. He wandered passed rentals where he might have chosen to settle. He wandered passed the city gates and the slums, and the farms. He wandered until the sun began to set, thinking, introspecting, feeling.
      As the bottommost part of the sun began to sink below the horizon Yoshi found himself beneath a peach tree atop a hill some miles from the city. The tree was full of color with an abundance of white and pink blooms. Yoshi sat beneath the tree and while the sun set, he composed a poem.

      kono oka ni
      tabine shinu beshi
      chiri no magai ni
      ieji wasurete
      I seem bound to sleep
      on this hill tonight
      led astray by falling
      blossoms I’ve forgotten
      my way home

It was a beautiful poem, worthy of such a scene. As Yoshi drifted off to sleep beneath the tree he hoped he might remember it, so as to record it tomorrow.


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