Wild horses (ie whose ancestors were nevet domesticated) are pretty small, on the bigger end of ponys. So depending on exact details on both the wild horses and the Destrier our normans have, anybody who saw those faraway animals (ie : probably no one around this island) will make a double take when seeing Silver as he's potentially two to three times as heavy as a wild horse. (Potentially more, but 4x+ is taking the heaviest estimates for Destrier I could find, and the smaller end of wild horse estimates)
Age of Ice and Blood: A Pathfinder System Heroic Fantasy Quest
- Thread starter DragonParadox
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Keep in mind that their coats may be made in imitation of traditional boarding garb, but their weapons are probably meant for the job they have now, which is to say guarding the king's hall. It is easier to get proficiency with a weapon than armor
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Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
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I'm sure they're compatible enough to produce viable offspring, between our stallions and the wild pony-horses, I mean, but I wonder what those resulting offspring would be like size and temperament wise?
I'm going to need a few more votes guys. I know that coat of arms vote is rather out of nowhere but I only just realized I would need one when I wrote in the surcoat.
- Location
- Germany
12 votes is pretty good for this quest though?
- Location
- Germany
I'm looking forward to tomorrow, our first voluntary adventure!
Aside from that, young king usually means early death of an old king.
Once we are a bit less strangers here we should listen to the local talk what happened there. Accidents or diseases are less likely with a competent divine mage there, though not impossible at this low level.
Aside from that, young king usually means early death of an old king.
Once we are a bit less strangers here we should listen to the local talk what happened there. Accidents or diseases are less likely with a competent divine mage there, though not impossible at this low level.
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Might have to be between a wild stallion and one of our mares, if the size difference is severe enough.
Vote closed. Sorry this took so long, I'm feeling a bit under the weather for some reason.
Welp, I am glad to be caught up here! Fantastic work world-building thus far @DragonParadox!
I especially appreciate the seeming technology era, as Bronze/copper dominated history is a favorite of mine. As its currently a bit underutilized in fantasy, I'm glad to see the idea in the hands of a proven good author. Seems I barely missed the vote so a bit of a bummer there, but I cannot say I could muster a better reason to push for talking about the Kingdom of Sicily and its Rulers/people. Verley should cover the who the Normans are part well enough, and I am interested to see what Roland's viewpoint on his homeland is.
Also props to the thread democracy thus far for managing the power balance on the ship. The Triarchy idea balances well, and it is good to see both other characters given room to grow into their own. Having each member swear under a separate Saint was a nice touch as well, as it showcases a bit of the cosmopolitan nature of the rag-tag bunch. I look forward to the continuing confusion of native peoples trying to understand the oddity that is a monotheism based on a trinity.
I especially appreciate the seeming technology era, as Bronze/copper dominated history is a favorite of mine. As its currently a bit underutilized in fantasy, I'm glad to see the idea in the hands of a proven good author. Seems I barely missed the vote so a bit of a bummer there, but I cannot say I could muster a better reason to push for talking about the Kingdom of Sicily and its Rulers/people. Verley should cover the who the Normans are part well enough, and I am interested to see what Roland's viewpoint on his homeland is.
Also props to the thread democracy thus far for managing the power balance on the ship. The Triarchy idea balances well, and it is good to see both other characters given room to grow into their own. Having each member swear under a separate Saint was a nice touch as well, as it showcases a bit of the cosmopolitan nature of the rag-tag bunch. I look forward to the continuing confusion of native peoples trying to understand the oddity that is a monotheism based on a trinity.
Thanks, always glad to see a new writer, hopefully i can live up to the praise. This is my first real attempt at original fiction.
Arc 2 Post 15: Of Iron and Cutting Words
Of Iron and Cutting Words
The Twenty Third of Elnu-hamba [Elnu Descendent], Year Unknown
Magna es Veritas, the first three Latin words you had learned and the ones you most keenly recall. You would speak truth to King Ansefu and to his court, but there are some truths which are not so lightly spoken, of storms and sorcery, of your path here wading in blood and tangled in the plots of dead men. Thus you speak of home.
Swift streams cut through the green walls of the bocage, the fields rippling in the summer wind and the white dots of sheep as though painted by some divine hand upon the green of the hills. Two tall grey towers watch over the winding road... a narrow land, not half to rich as that of your cousins who had gone over the channel into England, but it was yours and it was fair... and it is yours no more.
It is perhaps a fortunate thing that you find yourself explaining sheep and their sheering, iron and its forging, horses and their riding, grains and their growing. For if you did not have these things, if you did not need to bend upon a thousand little things of which you know but a little yourself you might have thought of home too deeply and wept for its loss.
"Do the mountains float that they are filled with sky-forging?" one courtier asks, wine sloshing in his drinking cup.
"No more do mountains float than do seas burn in sunset's fire," you reply, hoping that you had gotten the kenning right in this tongue. The odd searching look from the young king could mean either than you had succeeded, or that you had failed spectacularly.
"Do you have more of those spices... more of those woods," the voices blur together, the words not long apart, and you wish that you could blame a flawed grasp of the language.
"I am not a merchant," you shrug. "A sword I bear with pride," The memory of crashing waves and heavy darkness comes back to you. "An oar I pull at need, but do not make me try to wield a ledger pray."
Laughs ring through the hall and boasts are made in strange crimson beer. Strange are the words, but you are heartened by the smiles with which they are spoken. Like as not you are still entertainment to most of these folk, but at least you seem to be good entertainment. The young king turns to the man beside him, the 'storyteller' or perhaps bard would be closest, for he asks him to make a song of these tales.
Yet not everyone is getting into the same spirit of things. A warrior covered in blue green brands like a spider's web over his face, neck and chest rises from his seat... up and up and up... eight feet and more he looms above you and asks in mocking tones. "Do your women scorn jewelry so much that its makers have turned their hands to war?"
It takes you a moment to catch that he means chainmail as you can find no fault with his words and only with the tone you answer fairly. "Not so. There are many who forge fine chain in gold and silver pleasing to the eye, but chain is worth more than that. A heavy slash that might have cut is made into no more than a bruise and that... er, is lost in the padding."
He does not take that well at all. "Are you dwellers in the Halls of Time then and not among the Lonely Folk?"
Before you can think how to reply someone sitting three seats from him snorts in laughter. Turning your head thither you see that it is a young woman of an age, hair falling almost unbound around her shoulders. There is nothing demure about her bright green gaze. "Eki, they all wear coats of iron and you say that they are of the kindred that curses iron as dry kindling curses fire."
The giant, Eki if that is his name, does not look impressed. "It is false sky metal, I saw it tried yesterday..."
"Well then it is fortunate that Karun Roland never claimed it came from the sky," the title she gives you is more noble than the guards had done, meaning something like warrior-farmer, the lowest rank of nobility, which you suppose you are, save that you have never tilled the soil.
She turns fully to you and in the still fresh light of morning you see a face that is sharp angled yet fair as new forged steel. "He does not even know what you have accused him of being, which is only fair. Only a man of...." you think she said he has a 'green head', which momentarily confuses you to no end, because the giant certainly looks more red than green in the face.
Before he can say more the king commands him to be still, though his tone alas has something of the shrill uncertainty of youth it is enough to make the warrior stand down. "Well and good that you have come to these islands," King Ansefu continues to you with a strained laugh. "Glad I am for such guests as you, a profit and wonder rolled into the same mix. You may stay as you wish and leave at your pleasure, and I hope to see your quick returning."
A cue if ever you had heard one to mingle with the court or to depart.
What do you do next?
[] Try to speak to the woman who championed you unasked
-[] Write in
[] Ask Ohun what a Lonely One is, it has become rather more relevant
[] Attempt to mend bridges with Eki, you do not need to make any foes in this new land
[] Take you leave
[] Write in
OOC: You guys are lucky you rolled high on this one, a low roll would have gotten you in hot water due to limited understanding of the language.
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- Germany
If the only iron they (Edit: the people of this world) have is meteoric, rather than smelted from ore, then all iron in this world is Cold Iron by some definition.
Except ours now, which was properly worked and is therefore no longer fey-hurting.
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- Germany
Badly I would guess.
As mentioned before, we are really not much of a solo-fighter.
Some decent two-handed fighter with the strenght his build implies will knock us around.
[X] Attempt to mend bridges with Eki, you do not need to make any foes in this new land
Good night guys, see you tomorrow as we try to navigate a court and a city far from home and see what your allies have been up to.
