I ran another session last night, this time a solo with the third player, who has just made her character and hasn’t yet met the rest of the party. I’ll be going back and forth for a bit until the meeting can finally happen (I hardly ever just have the PCs meet up right at the beginning, because I believe everyone should have a backstory, and I prefer to have the players roleplay parts of it).
Anyhow, the third player is Peregrine Braithwaite, a 23-year-old man from the Elstrich Vale region of Darokin (from the village of Reddelton – a great place to be from, in his view, but that’s about it). His father was the local priest, and his mother comes from the hill country a bit further north (north of Skyrake Peak, where they’re a bit “fey” in some ways by local standards). He has one sibling (a sister – Albertine), with whom he is very close.
When Peregrine was around 17 or so, he decided to leave home. He headed down to Elstrich and worked odd jobs, but before long the lure of Darokin City was too great, and he joined the flow of people there. Although he was a fast learner, Peregrine didn’t have much in the way of trades training, and soon enough he fell in with a bunch of rougher sorts who lived in the dodgier West Side of the city (he became a thief). Around this time he also attracted the notice of a Mr. Bergmore, an older, distinguished gentleman who admired Peregrine’s seemingly natural ability to strike a rapport with people, regardless of their social station (he’s a social chameleon, mixed with a strong desire to be liked). He trained Peregrine in etiquette and honed his rougher, rural edges, and in exchange the young man was given packages and messages to deliver (“with the utmost discretion”), and instructions to “retrieve” certain things. Mr. Bergmore gave Peregrine a modest allowance, and the years passed.
One day, Peregrine awoke to the realisation that his youth was starting to slip by. The bright and hungry lads entering the city were getting noticeably younger, and he looked to the years ahead, and saw many dreams that had been set aside. He decided to roll the dice, and strike out for someplace where he could see more of the world and really make something of himself. But where to go?
Athenos beckoned, with its intrigue and its status as the gateway to the southern seas. But, if he went down there he might never come back, and he wanted to at least explore his own homeland before he went further afield. Besides, his former boyhood friend, Mallory, had headed down there, and they hadn’t parted on the best of terms.
There was Selenica, but from what he had heard most of the jobs seemed to be soldiering at Fort Hobart, or guarding caravans. He wasn’t much of a fighter, and he decided he’d rather live.
Lake Amsorak, now that was an interesting place, too. The twin cities of Akorros and Akesoli would be worth seeing, but then he thought about Sind, and the last time he’d tried Sindhi takeaway at that little hole-in-the-wall (“Ranjit’s Table”) near his flat, and, well, the less said of the cuisine the better.
That left Corunglain. Wonderful. A man he’d met once had served a few years as a guard up there. He’d said there was no shortage of action, and a man could really make something of himself up there. He’d also lost both of his legs. He must have seen the look of apprehension on Peregrine’s face, and he mentioned that there was more to do than soldiering. It was known as a major hub for adventurers, and there would be no shortage of work for an enterprising lad like himself.
With a slightly heavy heart, Peregrine turned north.
The journey upriver was fairly quiet. Peregrine passed through Ansimont (which looked far too built-up, at first glance, to be a town), and Favaro, stopping in the latter at a rather run-down establishment by the river called “The Rookery”. The handful of customers in the place were hunched over bowls of stew or mugs of steaming black liquid (which Peregrine guessed was supposed to be coffee – all the rage in Darokin - though he would hardly have called it that). Perhaps against his better judgement, he tried the stew (gristle and potato), and thought to entertain with patrons with some flute-playing. There are good performances, bad performances, and monumentally bad performances. Peregrine’s was the latter [player rolled a natural 20 on her skill]. Having little to do after he was kicked out of the establishment, he went back to the barge, and completed the journey to Corunglain.
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