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Nim was born in the village Talonford, approximately 80 miles northeast of Pangoria. He lived there with his family, his father being a traveling merchant, until a fateful day during his 17th year. A priest of Orkist came to his village while his father was away on business, and started preaching to the village. Nim had a strong curiosity and was listening intently. Nim asked some questions of the priest, trying to better understand what he was saying, but the priest was misinterpreting the questions and answering in such a way as to make it appear that Nim was trying to tease him. For instance, one of the questions Nim asked was, “So, if the hells burn with fire, and Orkist is a god of fire, is Orkist a god of the hells?” The priest responded that Orkist’s fire was a pure cleansing fire. Nim pointed out that all fire can be considered a cleansing fire, unless it was burning a compost heap, and what was the difference with Orkist’s fire. The villagers around him laughed. The priest, however, was not laughing. He began defensively stating the difference, but none of them seemed logical to Nim, and he pointed out these flaws to the priest. Finally, after spluttering for several minutes about how it was different, and that was that, the priest retired to the inn he was staying at in a mad walk.
Late that night, while Nim and his family were asleep, Nim awoke to be surrounded by smoke. He quickly called out, while grabbing his younger sister off her bunk above him. He ran out of the house, screaming the whole way, carrying his sister to safety. He looked around, and realized his mother hadn’t come out yet. Some of the villagers were running towards the central well, to try to combat the blaze. Nim rushed back into the house to try to find his mother. The house was already starting to come apart, and finding his way through the house was difficult. Finally, he made it to his parents’ small room, and found that his mother was on the floor, unconscious, most of her clothing burnt or burning away. Nim paid no heed as he picked her up, and ran back through the main room back outside. He cried for help, and people came to his aid, helping pat out his mother’s burning clothing (and his own). He lay her down carefully, to see that she had been badly burned, but was still breathing.
Another villager came running up and told the people trying to help Nim and his mother that the priest was nowhere to be found. Nim cursed Orkist and his hellish priests, and looked around. A water line was already formed, and people were working furiously to put out the fire, which threatened to spread to nearby homes if not contained quickly. Nim left his mother in the care of his sister and some neighbors and rushed to join the line.
After the fire was finally extinguished, Nim came back and nearly collapsed from his efforts. He, too, was covered in burns, some serious. His mother had still not gained consciousness, but when she did, she would be in unbearable pain, as he could see the extents of her burns. A neighbor took them in for the night, and he was able to tend to his burns. For the next two days, he stayed with his mother, treating her burns as best he could. The village herbalist brought herbs to help ease their pain, and when his mother finally woke, she was delirious both with pain and the herbs to fight the pain. Nim and others tried for a couple of days to try to help her, but everyone silently knew that Nim’s mother just wouldn’t last much longer.
Just as Nim was resigning himself to losing his mother, hope came in the form of another man. This man introduced himself as Brother Rayden, and asked if he could help. After Nim’s assent, he carefully laid his hands on Nim’s mother, and her burns seemed to melt back into pink skin, right before his eyes. Then Brother Rayden turned and healed Nim in a similar fashion. Finally, the exhaustion of the last couple of days hit Nim like a horse, and he fell asleep.
When he woke up and realized what had happened, he climbed out of bed and rushed out to find out if his mother had recovered, which he discovered with delight that she had. He then went to the inn where Brother Rayden was staying. Nim went and found him and talked with him at length. Brother Rayden explained that he believed that he was to preach and use the power of Danica for the greater good of all. After a lengthy discussion, Nim asked if he could travel with Brother Rayden, and see if he could also become a priest. Brother Rayden agreed to take him back with him to the capitol, if it were okay with Nim’s parents. While Nim was waiting for his father to return, he spent his available time with Brother Rayden, talking with him about the duties of a priest and the life he might be expected to live. When Nim’s father returned from his trip, he and Nim’s mother agreed that Nim could go with Brother Rayden.
After being accepted by the Danicans, Nim studied hard for many months before finally being appointed as a Brother himself. Shortly after his appointment, he was invited to heal during the arena tournaments. While having little taste for people hurting each other for the pleasure of others, he was eager to help heal those unfortunate to take nasty wounds. One match, in particular, turned his stomach. A large man faced a small man. In a particularly nasty turn of luck, the large man cleaved his shield arm. The small man danced about, laughing about this, and taunting him further. Then the small man proceeded to get a few other lucky nicks in, obviously severing important tendons right through the gaps in the armor. The large man stoically continued to try to fight, showing great courage and tenacity, but it was apparent that he was bested by luck fairly early on. After the small man proceeded to nick him to complete helplessness and gloating over his fallen body, the priests proceeded out. The small man raised his arms in victory, playing to the crowd. When the priests reached the large man, the small man came over and gloated some more before turning back and playing up to the crowd again. The priests attended to the prone figure.
Mere days later, Nim was called to go on a dangerous mission with several other priests. Much to Nim’s surprise, when he and the other priests arrived to go on the mission, there were the large and small man standing ready to go on the same mission. A crazy wizard began waving his hands about and suddenly a black wall of darkness appeared in mid-air. He cried, “Quickly, everyone in!” and jumped in just behind the large and small man.
What ensued after would ensure many months of nightmares for poor Nim. As they rushed through the dark, they were attacked on every side. Danica did not fail them, though, and Nim was able to heal many people. They pushed into a wicked looking building, and proceeded to cut their way through a host of dark skinned creatures inside. When the battle reached a large chamber, chaos ensued. A large black creature appeared and many people panicked, not knowing friend from foe. Many people fell, and were left behind. It was frenetic to try to keep people alive, and it simply was not possible to save everyone. It was also not possible to carry many of the wounded. Those who fell behind were lost to the overwhelming force that the enemy brought to bear.
Finally, at a point that Nim thought all was lost, the crazy wizard managed to do whatever it was he was here for, and called for everyone to retreat through the portal, it being on the verge of collapsing. Many more people were lost in the attempt to retreat through the portal, Nim nearly being one of them. Shortly after Nim made it through the portal, it shut behind him. The wizard simply said, “Well, that’s that, then. Let’s go get a bite to eat.” At first, there was stunned silence, and then people began to laugh, happy to have made it through alive.
After returning to the cathedral, Nim was called by the Master, and thanked for his service to the order, the city, and even the world. Nim was given the assignment to travel with the group known as Griswold’s Irregulars, the group that had just seen him to hell and back, and go to Tristan, where a rebellion against the government and the church was secretly forming. Nim was asked to go and observe, and see if he could defuse the revolution before it turned bloody. Griswold’s Irregulars were already considered somewhat of a legend down there, so traveling with them would help avoid being assassinated or targeted directly by the rebellion.
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After being assigned to join the Irregulars, I went to see what it would take at the inn they were staying at. It turned out that I was not alone. Quite a few people had turned up to join their ranks - not completely surprising given the rumors that were flying abundantly around regarding their recent success and several of them having been hired directly to the Prince's guard.
After waiting for a couple of hours, I was brought in to meet with Mort and Griswold, and following a short wait after my interview, they inducted me into the Irregulars.
As our first foray, we were going to seek some sort of thick spider silk from some caves purported to be in close proximity to Pangoria, only a few days away and back. We made it to a village where they told us that we had just missed another traveler heading for the caves. My new companions seem quite amiable, and I enjoy their company so far. We stayed the night, where I prayed that I would be of use to my new companions.
The next morning we set out for the caves with a friendly guide. We came across a patch of scorched earth outside one cave, and decided to go into that one. During our explorations, we came upon an area that was worked stone as opposed to a cave system, and through the power of Danica, I managed to read the writings worked into what we found. It turned out to be a tomb or something more to a member of some family of powerful beings related to the Snow Witch, with which the Irregulars had had some sort of interactions with before, from what I have gathered.
After exploring farther, we found what we surmised to be the man that had set out for the caves a few days previous. Though I'd have sworn he was dead, Danica had the grace to heal him through me, and he once again opened his eyes - but not before Pip had made off with his sword. When he began stirring, Pip ran out of the room, and when he returned, he wasn't carrying the man's sword any more. To top it off, Pip made up some stories about how spiders must have made off with the sword or tossed it down some chute or something. The man introduced himself as Owen, and he accompanied us as we continued exploring. Pip went to scout out some more, and managed to find a large spider. The spider was killed, and Pip continued exploring.
We came to a bridge that I decided that looked a bit too unsteady to cross, and I was reluctant to let Griswold use magic to float me across, so I stayed behind while everyone else crossed the bridge. Mort pointed out that there were still some spiders around, but I was confident that Danica would protect me.
As I sat facing the bridge waiting for my companions to return, I heard a faint sound on the stone behind me. I turned, and saw one of the spiders trying to sneak up on me, and said something in my surprise. It stopped suddenly, raising a couple of its appendages in the air a bit. "So what are you planning on doing?" I asked it somewhat mockingly, as I grabbed my staff. It took a couple of steps back, looking somewhat confused, if I spider could be said to be confused.
"Plan to poison and keep you," it admitted. I was quite surprised at that, and asked, "So, you can talk?" It replied, "Cannot talk to soft ones. You different from soft ones." I chatted with the spider for a while, when it let me know someone was coming, and skittered away. I heard Pip running up on me from across the bridge, covered with a low-grade burn. I healed his burns as everyone else came back and heard about another place through a portal. I commented about how with our recent experiences with portals, maybe we should leave it alone. Then Pip mentioned a fiery door, and Mort's eyes seemed to get a vapid look in them, and he headed back with Griswold, ordering everyone else to stay here.
Not a few moments after he left, Pip got up ready for more. I warned him that we had orders to stay here, and I wouldn't heal him again for the burns. He shrugged that off, and ran back, followed by everyone else.
After everyone left, the spider came back and we talked some more. I told her that we were trying to get some silk. The spider was maddened by this, but I suggested that we might be able to leave without anyone else getting hurt if there were any recently broken cocoons that we could harvest for the silk we needed. It told me that the area with the cocoons were off-limits and any intruders would be attacked. I asked her if she would be willing to harvest or spin some more silk for us so that we could leave in peace, perhaps in exchange for a service or something else. The spider asked for Owen back and for Pip, but I told her that soft ones that walked on two legs were not going to be part of the deal, but we would be willing to do something else for her.
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It was perhaps only ten minutes after Pip left before everyone else bounded through the portal, too, completely ignoring Mort’s orders. I continued talking with the spider, and she let me know that a flaming creature (which, from the descriptions, sounded to me like some sort of dog) was attacking her brood and there wasn’t much they could do against it because its skin burned them when they were close. I agreed to try to get my new friends to take out the burning hound instead of cleaving through the spider cave.
The spider walked off, letting me know that she was going to let the others know that they should leave us alone, although they would attack and kill any of those with me if they ventured into the nest area or if any of us attacked any more of them. I waved her off, agreeing that it was fair, hopefully not insulting her with my gestures. I figured that now that she knew what we were after, she could shore up the defenses around the nest, and that would help me to convince my companions to try this diplomatically instead of by force.
Shortly after, all my companions started running out of the portal and across the bridge towards me. I stood up and at the ready to heal any wounded, but it was a chaotic sight. Mort brought up the rear, with a huge man and a whole group of magical automatons catching up behind him. Griswold reached my side of the bridge, and his hands began to light up. Mort finally reached our side, and he yelled to Griswold to “Do it!” Griswold obliged and blasted the bridge out from underneath the man and the automatons, and they all fell to be destroyed in the deep chasm below us. The strangest thing that I noticed about the situation as it unfolded was that the automatons tackled and grappled the man as he reached out a handless arm to grab for support, as if they were against him instead of with him.
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When the excitement died down, I let everyone know that to get the spider silk that we were there for, the spiders would let us have some if we would take out the burning hound. Mort and Griswold were arguing that we should just destroy all the spiders. During the discussion, Mort was peeling a strongly gripping hand off of a large sword that he got from inside the burning portal, and it now made sense why the large man that was chasing him was missing a hand. I argued that I told the spiders what we wanted and they were certainly going to be ready for us to try to go in and take it, and they were willing to make a trade for the silk we needed by us taking out the demon dog – something we should do anyways. I continued with the point that the spiders were just living their spider life, and there was no reason for us to destroy them for protecting what was theirs when they were fully willing to trade to us what we needed in return for doing a task. Were we not part of a mercenary company whose existence was based on doing work in trade for goods or money?
That finally seemed to do the trick, although it may have done it a bit too well. Mort got a really sorrowful look in his eyes, and began looking around a bit. He muttered something to Griswold, and Griswold looked at him like he was crazy. Mort muttered some more and Griswold shrugged, wiggled his fingers, and Mort rose up into the air and dove off the side of the chasm. More of that despicable magic. Griswold said, “He’s going to see if he can help that guy he took the sword from. Those golems were trying to keep the guy from escaping.”
I picked up the large hand from the ground, and, praying to Danica, leapt off the side of the chasm. I flew down to where I found Mort floating in the air with his hands empty in a peaceful gesture, and the large man looking at Mort menacingly. I spoke through Danica’s power to the man, letting him know that I would gladly heal him, and that we wanted to talk with him. I re-attached his hand first thing, and then asked Mort to give the man his sword back. When the man received the sword, he appeared like he was going to swing on Mort for a moment, but then he sheathed it instead. I introduced our party, and what we were looking for, and he introduced himself as Valthramas. It came out that he was the Snow Witch’s brother or something. I granted flight from Danica to him as well, and the three of us flew up and out of the chasm.
I then granted understanding of our language to him, so that we could all communicate with him. Mort and Griswold invited him to travel with us, mentioning that they have a friend who is trying to find the Snow Witch and would be very interesting in meeting Valthramas. Valthramas was also interested in finding the Snow Witch, so he agreed.
We left the cave, and hunted around a while until we found a dog. Worried that it was a demon in disguise, we approached carefully. But it turned out that he was just a regular dog that someone had inscribed all sorts of magical runes on. He was a playful dog, and when he became excited, tended to burst into flame. Griswold seemed to take to him once he saw the dog light up, although the thought of a child playing with the dog and getting roasted turned my stomach, and I wanted to send the magical abomination to the next life.
After Griswold claimed that he had the beast under control, I went back into the cave and called for the spiders. It took a while, and they came en-masse. I let them know that the hound would not be bothering them again, and that I would like them to keep their end of the bargain. They agreed and brought me the required silk, plus a few other things they didn’t have need for as thanks. I didn’t have much need of a desecated frog or some of the other garbage they brought, either, but I accepted it all graciously.
We left and headed back to town, then packed up and then made for Pangoria, where we took a series of portals down to Tristan.
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