Character biography - Ror Surion
As a young orphan, Ror grew up on the streets of Westbridge, until rangers took him in and taught him all a man needed to know about nature's realm. And so, as an adult, Ror stayed away from city life and all its problems. Instead he was a wanderer who preferred the endless frontier of the plains or the greenery of the bountiful forests. Life and love were good, until an airship accident tore it all away and send Ror to unknown worlds and places, of which he neither heard nor dreamed of. After a long journey Ror found his way back home, but home was no more the same. Instead there was Kefkaburg under the Imperial fist of Vector. It was the misery he saw there that made him join the TriPower Kingdom. These days he is one of the TriPower's research officers. Ror works, as sage, for a future in which nature and technology coexist together in harmony.
Crawling out of Books
Another book down and no closer to answers. It was almost as if the knowledge of true planar travel had been purposefully wiped out. There was one more place he could check for information but he was loathe to enter another Lich's lair. When dealing with undead that were thousands of years old whos entire purpose was to collect knowledge and magic it was best to err on the side of caution.
Eyes hurting from staring at texts for untold hours, Vorcet walked down to the garden behind his house. He took a seat at the bar that he kept running in the small airship port occupying this part of the garden and ordered a glass of whiskey from the bartender. He could no longer really taste the spirits nor could he get drunk, but there was something soothing about familiar habits from before he had willingly put his lifeforce into a gem to give himself the years necessary to continue a persuit of knowledge.
"I had an interesting visitor this evening" Ildren said casually from accross the bar. "This airship port gets many interesting visitors Ildren, some I dont even recognize and I own the place." Vorcet responded with a bit of humor in his voice. "I bet you dont get the sort with wings bearing sealed messages often." Ildren said with a smirk on his face as he slid the rolled parchment accross the bar in front of Vorcet.
Vorcet recognized the seal as Sanria's and uttered the words to a small warming spell, channeling just enough magic to melt the wax. He unfurled the message and began reading. Ildren focussed his attention on polishing the glasses behind the counter.
"There is always something to take me away from my research." Vorcet muttered more to himself than anything. "Well. Is this new something more important than what you were doing?" Ildren asked acting the part of the barkeep. "This would have a more immediate impact on the people here and now." Vorcet responded not realizing he was talking to a bartender about his problems. "I believe you have your answer then." Ildren stated matter of factly as he turned his attention back to the never ending task of keeping the bar clean. "Thanks Ildren." Vorcet said as he got up and headed to the area of the garden he used for transportation spells.
"Perhaps Ive been away from the castle a bit too long." Vorcet mumbled to himself as he uttered the words to take him back to the magnificent castle on the floating island. As he sat behind his desk to wait for this "Ror" to show up at the castle again.
Eyes hurting from staring at texts for untold hours, Vorcet walked down to the garden behind his house. He took a seat at the bar that he kept running in the small airship port occupying this part of the garden and ordered a glass of whiskey from the bartender. He could no longer really taste the spirits nor could he get drunk, but there was something soothing about familiar habits from before he had willingly put his lifeforce into a gem to give himself the years necessary to continue a persuit of knowledge.
"I had an interesting visitor this evening" Ildren said casually from accross the bar. "This airship port gets many interesting visitors Ildren, some I dont even recognize and I own the place." Vorcet responded with a bit of humor in his voice. "I bet you dont get the sort with wings bearing sealed messages often." Ildren said with a smirk on his face as he slid the rolled parchment accross the bar in front of Vorcet.
Vorcet recognized the seal as Sanria's and uttered the words to a small warming spell, channeling just enough magic to melt the wax. He unfurled the message and began reading. Ildren focussed his attention on polishing the glasses behind the counter.
"There is always something to take me away from my research." Vorcet muttered more to himself than anything. "Well. Is this new something more important than what you were doing?" Ildren asked acting the part of the barkeep. "This would have a more immediate impact on the people here and now." Vorcet responded not realizing he was talking to a bartender about his problems. "I believe you have your answer then." Ildren stated matter of factly as he turned his attention back to the never ending task of keeping the bar clean. "Thanks Ildren." Vorcet said as he got up and headed to the area of the garden he used for transportation spells.
"Perhaps Ive been away from the castle a bit too long." Vorcet mumbled to himself as he uttered the words to take him back to the magnificent castle on the floating island. As he sat behind his desk to wait for this "Ror" to show up at the castle again.
Log: 11032013 - Ror and Leroy as plate of food
OOC summary: This was hilarious. I left the ooc notes in there at the end, because it cracked me up. This session was written into the rolenote 'A plate of food'.
A plate of food
It was an ordinary day at Phil's bar. Most of the customers had gone home after a night of boozing. As the first rays of sunlight lit up the hulls of the airships in Westbridge airship park, Ror was still about. He wasn't sure why he hadn't gone home yet, but he just didn't feel like going right now. Instead he watched the light creep through the window. A new day had come and Phil was cleaning up the glasses, drying them off and putting them back on the shelf for tonight. The clickety-clack noises of the crab's scissors in one corner and the ringing of glasses behind the bar were soothing. After a while Ror's gaze fell on the plate with left-over food. It was on the bar and carelessly left behind by one of the customers that apparently had not been able to stomach more than half of the food offered. Perhaps it was a lack of salt? Perhaps the man had just not been hungry after all the drink? From the other side of the room came the smell of the food, and it didn't smell too good actually. Ror muttered under his breath about the quality. Perhaps the food had been on the bar for the entire night? Who knew. But bacteria and flies were by now investing their time and energy in it. And with Phil too busy, Ror decided to help the old bartender out a bit. He walked over to the bar and fetched a cloth from it, using it as a protective to grab the plate with it. He placed it on the ground in front of the crab and watched how the crustacean gobbled it all up. Ror tossed the cloth back behind the bar, gave a small salute to Phil, then pushed the door open and left the bar. In the morning light Ror walked through Westbridge back home. He smiled as the light made him squint. Life was good.
Bits and Pieces II
On the long lab table the retrieved bits and pieces from Kefka's armour were displayed. Ror's lab employees were swarming around the table for their analyses and experiments. The number of researchers on this topic had doubled since he had first revealed the fragments to Alsin. Half of his team now consisted out of dwarves whose metallurgy and smithing knowledge was essential. The rest were experts in magic, analysing the residu for Ror.
Ror entered the lab and passed his two employees working on the crystals he had been given by Sanria. Then he walked to the table where his other team was working on the Vectorian technology. As he approached, one of the employees looked up and saluted him, "Sir," and then proceeded with what he was doing. This caught the attention of the others. They greeted him as well and one started to talk to him about their current progress.
Ror raised his hand, asking for a moment of silence, and his employee stopped talking. "You can debrief later, after you've updated your data." He then took a heavy bag from his pack that was filled with more fragments of Kefka's armour. "Courtsey of Alsin, obtained from the black markets and merchants," he handed the bag to the nearest employee who cursed as he made it drop. "Careful, it is heavy," chuckled Ror. "Put the pieces on the other table and start sorting the real ones out from the fake ones. Then start analyzing the real fragments." A grinning dwarven researcher nodded and said, "Aye lad, leave that up to us!"
"I also talked to Psycho of Radiant Heart. We might obtain fragments found by their troops, but don't hold your breath for it." They nodded. Clapping his hands, Ror said, "Alright people, back to work." Seeing the enthusiasm of his research team, Ror smiled, then walked over to the table where the other team was working on the crystals.
"Right," said Ror, "tell me our current results."
Ror entered the lab and passed his two employees working on the crystals he had been given by Sanria. Then he walked to the table where his other team was working on the Vectorian technology. As he approached, one of the employees looked up and saluted him, "Sir," and then proceeded with what he was doing. This caught the attention of the others. They greeted him as well and one started to talk to him about their current progress.
Ror raised his hand, asking for a moment of silence, and his employee stopped talking. "You can debrief later, after you've updated your data." He then took a heavy bag from his pack that was filled with more fragments of Kefka's armour. "Courtsey of Alsin, obtained from the black markets and merchants," he handed the bag to the nearest employee who cursed as he made it drop. "Careful, it is heavy," chuckled Ror. "Put the pieces on the other table and start sorting the real ones out from the fake ones. Then start analyzing the real fragments." A grinning dwarven researcher nodded and said, "Aye lad, leave that up to us!"
"I also talked to Psycho of Radiant Heart. We might obtain fragments found by their troops, but don't hold your breath for it." They nodded. Clapping his hands, Ror said, "Alright people, back to work." Seeing the enthusiasm of his research team, Ror smiled, then walked over to the table where the other team was working on the crystals.
"Right," said Ror, "tell me our current results."
Missives in the Dark
*Snow-white, Ferin wings his way to you. He perches, his head cocked, and looks at Kineada with a question in his eyes. He seems to understand something, and once the missive has been read, takes the scroll in his beak and arrives at Orn's side. He drops the beak-creased scroll into his lap and gives a screech. He vanishes just as fast to deliver his remaining missive to Vorcet.*
Kineada and Vorcet,
I write this because I have been quite involved in my newest family and growing settled in here has been... new and a slight bit difficult. Change ever is.
At any rate - I met with Ror some time ago and he showed interest in bringing culture and education to Westbridge. As I have a past with him, I was hoping that one of you might arrange to speak with him and consider what he has to say. I'm not opposed to seeing a library and school in Westbridge for the newly liberated.
We can offer at least something - be it teachers or scribes perhaps to aid in getting the endeavor on its feet - if we choose to involve ourselves.
Should you have need of me, I can be found in the cottage in the eastern section of the Druid's Grove. I will likely be here for a bit longer, attempting to settle Matinus into some semblance of a family life that he's been missing for so long. He reminds me so much of Orn - a strong boy with a good heart and capable mind.
Wishing you well,
Sanria
Kineada and Vorcet,
I write this because I have been quite involved in my newest family and growing settled in here has been... new and a slight bit difficult. Change ever is.
At any rate - I met with Ror some time ago and he showed interest in bringing culture and education to Westbridge. As I have a past with him, I was hoping that one of you might arrange to speak with him and consider what he has to say. I'm not opposed to seeing a library and school in Westbridge for the newly liberated.
We can offer at least something - be it teachers or scribes perhaps to aid in getting the endeavor on its feet - if we choose to involve ourselves.
Should you have need of me, I can be found in the cottage in the eastern section of the Druid's Grove. I will likely be here for a bit longer, attempting to settle Matinus into some semblance of a family life that he's been missing for so long. He reminds me so much of Orn - a strong boy with a good heart and capable mind.
Wishing you well,
Sanria
Family Life
Sanria had a moment to herself. Gilean was still at the temple, as he had been for many late nights. He would come back to the cottage worn out, the people of Westbridge still needing healing and help long after the battle with Kefka had passed. She had put Nioma to bed, tucked Matinus in after reading to him (a pasttime the boy seemed unable to get enough of), and settled herself in the library with her pack.
She found her unfinished note to the Keepers and cursed herself. In all her time with Gilean and settling in to a new life she had completely forgotten Ror's request. It was simple enough to finish the missive to her fellow leaders and send it off. After the last time in the cafe with Ror, she felt it best she remain as much out of his life as possible. Being strictly business with a past flame was never one of Sanria's strong suits.
Finished with the missive, Sanria opened her window and called to Ferin. Though it was dark, the falcon appeared on wings nearly as silent as an owl. "Take this to Vorcet and Kineada my friend." She sent a mental image to the bird and watched as he vanished into the trees.
As Sanria stared out into the star-studded night sky, a movement caught her gaze. She looked down into the trees and caught the small motion of a tiny red light move in a small arc. In the darkness it brightened, then dimmed as it went back down again. The motion repeated once again before it vanished. It was unsettling, not knowing what it was before her, and Sanria closed the window and drew the drapes. Something wasn't right.
She found her unfinished note to the Keepers and cursed herself. In all her time with Gilean and settling in to a new life she had completely forgotten Ror's request. It was simple enough to finish the missive to her fellow leaders and send it off. After the last time in the cafe with Ror, she felt it best she remain as much out of his life as possible. Being strictly business with a past flame was never one of Sanria's strong suits.
Finished with the missive, Sanria opened her window and called to Ferin. Though it was dark, the falcon appeared on wings nearly as silent as an owl. "Take this to Vorcet and Kineada my friend." She sent a mental image to the bird and watched as he vanished into the trees.
As Sanria stared out into the star-studded night sky, a movement caught her gaze. She looked down into the trees and caught the small motion of a tiny red light move in a small arc. In the darkness it brightened, then dimmed as it went back down again. The motion repeated once again before it vanished. It was unsettling, not knowing what it was before her, and Sanria closed the window and drew the drapes. Something wasn't right.
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