Cheesecake
Savant
- Joined
- Oct 7, 2015
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- 137
You are the Barren Baron.
At least, you are now. Your father was once the baron of the inaptly-named Autumn Hold. It seemed to be in perpetual winter, and whatever bounty that grew there was further plagued by bandits and unnatural beasts. Your neighbors were anything but neighborly, extorting your weak-willed father and his tenants. For decades, Autumn Hold's only source of income was its brothels and illegal scrolls and potions.
You'd had it in your mind, as a young boy, to raise Autumn Hold from the cesspit of crime it was and is. Now, you think differently. Many other baronies, counties, and duchies find themselves ensnared in the same cesspit as Autumn Hold, and now potions-trafficking, spell-dealing and wizards-for-hire are the only ways for survival.
Your father was a good-hearted man, driven to crime through desperation. He was found dead in his carriage, killed in a drive-by by your neighbor and nemesis, the Black Iron dwarf gang.
Now it befalls you to keep you and yours from harm, whatever it takes.
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You are:
A. The firstborn son, groomed to take over before you could walk. Your charm has gotten you out of many a sticky situation, from a 'misunderstanding' with an orc scrolldealer, to conning a halfling gang out of their shipment of illegal spellbooks. Your silver tongue can mend the deepest wounds, and start the bitterest wars.
B. The secondborn son. Your elder brother, tragic and 'timely' his passing was, was the tongue of the trio of brothers. You were the brains. You had a knack for spells, at half the age when wizards develop their abilities. You gained a notorious rep for being the fastest spellslinger in the county, perhaps even the duchy. Your constant usage of magic, however, has gotten you a nasty need for mana potions, but it's a small price to pay for your magic.
C. The lastborn son, the prodigal child, the black sheep. When you learned you would be left with nothing, that was when you decided you would rather be out with the commoners than with nobility. After all, the streets had more to offer than the court of your family. You made a reputation, as well as gold, as the leader of your own gang. When you were the only heir left, you realized the streets had groomed you into a worthier lord than your silver-tongued brother and the brainiac one.
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In your father's will, apart from the inheritance of land, wealth, and titles, he bequeathed to you:
A. A military-grade spellbook, with devastating incantations and a wealth of magical knowledge.
B. A wizard's hat with a very pointy tip. Reputed to have belonged to a powerful warlock, and is a very, very valuable collector's item.
C. A rare and illegal crystal ball. It is imbued with powerful scrying magic, allowing you to look and listen to what others want to hide.
D. A dragon's egg. According to the local legend of Autumn Hold, it's been in your family for a century. Perhaps it will hatch now?
E. An unsigned contract, with a blank box for the target. A contract for the Black Knight, one of the most feared hitmen in the kingdom. It's reasonable your father never used it, but how he came to have a contract for the Black Knight is a mystery.
At least, you are now. Your father was once the baron of the inaptly-named Autumn Hold. It seemed to be in perpetual winter, and whatever bounty that grew there was further plagued by bandits and unnatural beasts. Your neighbors were anything but neighborly, extorting your weak-willed father and his tenants. For decades, Autumn Hold's only source of income was its brothels and illegal scrolls and potions.
You'd had it in your mind, as a young boy, to raise Autumn Hold from the cesspit of crime it was and is. Now, you think differently. Many other baronies, counties, and duchies find themselves ensnared in the same cesspit as Autumn Hold, and now potions-trafficking, spell-dealing and wizards-for-hire are the only ways for survival.
Your father was a good-hearted man, driven to crime through desperation. He was found dead in his carriage, killed in a drive-by by your neighbor and nemesis, the Black Iron dwarf gang.
Now it befalls you to keep you and yours from harm, whatever it takes.
----
You are:
A. The firstborn son, groomed to take over before you could walk. Your charm has gotten you out of many a sticky situation, from a 'misunderstanding' with an orc scrolldealer, to conning a halfling gang out of their shipment of illegal spellbooks. Your silver tongue can mend the deepest wounds, and start the bitterest wars.
B. The secondborn son. Your elder brother, tragic and 'timely' his passing was, was the tongue of the trio of brothers. You were the brains. You had a knack for spells, at half the age when wizards develop their abilities. You gained a notorious rep for being the fastest spellslinger in the county, perhaps even the duchy. Your constant usage of magic, however, has gotten you a nasty need for mana potions, but it's a small price to pay for your magic.
C. The lastborn son, the prodigal child, the black sheep. When you learned you would be left with nothing, that was when you decided you would rather be out with the commoners than with nobility. After all, the streets had more to offer than the court of your family. You made a reputation, as well as gold, as the leader of your own gang. When you were the only heir left, you realized the streets had groomed you into a worthier lord than your silver-tongued brother and the brainiac one.
----
In your father's will, apart from the inheritance of land, wealth, and titles, he bequeathed to you:
A. A military-grade spellbook, with devastating incantations and a wealth of magical knowledge.
B. A wizard's hat with a very pointy tip. Reputed to have belonged to a powerful warlock, and is a very, very valuable collector's item.
C. A rare and illegal crystal ball. It is imbued with powerful scrying magic, allowing you to look and listen to what others want to hide.
D. A dragon's egg. According to the local legend of Autumn Hold, it's been in your family for a century. Perhaps it will hatch now?
E. An unsigned contract, with a blank box for the target. A contract for the Black Knight, one of the most feared hitmen in the kingdom. It's reasonable your father never used it, but how he came to have a contract for the Black Knight is a mystery.