The Summoning of Heroes – Marto Copperkettle – 19.01.2022
Feb 15, 2022 16:02:47 GMT
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Post by Marto Copperkettle on Feb 15, 2022 16:02:47 GMT
On the road back from Daring Heights to the Fort, a young halfling knight and a young firbolg ranger share a little bit about themselves…
“Hey Fog, can I ask you about something?” The tall firbolg nods. “That ring… it looked like you were talkin’ to it at the after party. Is it magical?” Marto asks with keen interest.
“Ah I guess I don’t hide it too much do I,” Fog says giving a soft chuckle. “The ring I have is certainly magical you could say, though it wasn’t crafted in the way normal magically infused rings are.”
He shows Marto the ring. It looks like it’s made from glass, the colours a misty swirl of blacks and greys that shift like moving mist.
“It is very dear to me and it allows me to talk to and visit a close friend of mine.”
Marto takes Fog’s hand, slightly turning his hand this way and that to see the shades of grey swirl. He is utterly fascinated by it.
“It’s really beautiful. It looks like glass but… it’s not, is it?" he asks, looking up at Fog.
“Why thank you, my friend would be happy to hear such kind words.”
Marto smiles as he lets go of Fog’s hand, a slight flush rising on his cheeks.
“And I don’t believe it’s glass, much too durable,” Fog continues. “I wouldn’t have a clue what it is though.”
“Your friend, what kind of person are they?”
“Hmm how to describe them…” Marto notices the fond expression that blooms across Fog’s features as he thinks. Then he looks down at him. “Quite shy but they’re nice once you get them talking, and interested in the world like me. But it’s a little more difficult for them to explore because they don’t have a fully formed body, so I tell them stories when I can.” Fog smiles. “Hence the talking to the ring.”
“Yeah that makes sense. Must be really tough being stuck somewhere, not being able to see the places you want to. They’re lucky to have found a friend in you, Fog,” Marto says sincerely. “Are they okay though? Not having a fully formed body sounds… painful.”
Fog just smiles at that, touched by the sincerity. “Well they saved my life, so I guess we both owe each other. And they’re fine, I think they like having a more incorporeal form actually.”
“They saved your life? What happened?” He looks Fog over as if trying to find injuries that are probably long healed. They laugh softly at Marto’s sudden concern and they both share a companionable laugh.
“I am more than okay, don’t worry about me,” Fog assures him. “The fact was that I was never injured because of them. Something had cornered me and they offered me an escape.”
Fog get’s a slightly distant look to his eyes as he continues, “My home is surrounded by thick forest, fog and various nefarious creatures, it was always a possibility.”
“Ah so that is where you get your name from then, huh?” Marto asks with a grin.
Fog will indeed nod at the observation of his name. “Indeed. It’s how we do names where I’m from. And those names can change during a person’s life, to reflect new actions or accomplishments.”
“Your home sounds lovely,” Marto says kindly.
Fog inclines his head in thanks. “But I feel like I’ve said a lot about myself here. What’s your home like Marto? Any intriguing friends and jewellery of your own?”
“No intriguing jewellery of my own but some of the friends I’ve made since coming here sure are,” he says with a wink. “As for my family… My family home used to be next to a forest, but, uh…” He trails off the smiling slipping from his face. “The forest isn’t there anymore. There’s a huge flower field instead though! My Pa just started keeping bees and they use that field to help make their honey. Cannot wait to receive a jar in the spring. Do you like honey?”
He notes the hesitancy at the history of Marto’s home, so doesn’t press, but adds. “The flowers sound wondrous, I just know my sister would love to visit. And honey is delicious and versatile, I wonder if the wildflower honey from your home and my home taste different?”
Marto smiles, grateful that his new friend doesn’t press to know more about why a forest became a flower field. “When I get some from home, I’ll let you know. We can have a nice spring picnic!”
“That sounds delightful, truly. I’ll have to ask home for ours, maybe they can send some other treats to share too,” Fog says, giving the warmest smile possible to Marto.
Thank you Fogwalker of the Walking Stone for the fun post-session RP 💙
“Hey Fog, can I ask you about something?” The tall firbolg nods. “That ring… it looked like you were talkin’ to it at the after party. Is it magical?” Marto asks with keen interest.
“Ah I guess I don’t hide it too much do I,” Fog says giving a soft chuckle. “The ring I have is certainly magical you could say, though it wasn’t crafted in the way normal magically infused rings are.”
He shows Marto the ring. It looks like it’s made from glass, the colours a misty swirl of blacks and greys that shift like moving mist.
“It is very dear to me and it allows me to talk to and visit a close friend of mine.”
Marto takes Fog’s hand, slightly turning his hand this way and that to see the shades of grey swirl. He is utterly fascinated by it.
“It’s really beautiful. It looks like glass but… it’s not, is it?" he asks, looking up at Fog.
“Why thank you, my friend would be happy to hear such kind words.”
Marto smiles as he lets go of Fog’s hand, a slight flush rising on his cheeks.
“And I don’t believe it’s glass, much too durable,” Fog continues. “I wouldn’t have a clue what it is though.”
“Your friend, what kind of person are they?”
“Hmm how to describe them…” Marto notices the fond expression that blooms across Fog’s features as he thinks. Then he looks down at him. “Quite shy but they’re nice once you get them talking, and interested in the world like me. But it’s a little more difficult for them to explore because they don’t have a fully formed body, so I tell them stories when I can.” Fog smiles. “Hence the talking to the ring.”
“Yeah that makes sense. Must be really tough being stuck somewhere, not being able to see the places you want to. They’re lucky to have found a friend in you, Fog,” Marto says sincerely. “Are they okay though? Not having a fully formed body sounds… painful.”
Fog just smiles at that, touched by the sincerity. “Well they saved my life, so I guess we both owe each other. And they’re fine, I think they like having a more incorporeal form actually.”
“They saved your life? What happened?” He looks Fog over as if trying to find injuries that are probably long healed. They laugh softly at Marto’s sudden concern and they both share a companionable laugh.
“I am more than okay, don’t worry about me,” Fog assures him. “The fact was that I was never injured because of them. Something had cornered me and they offered me an escape.”
Fog get’s a slightly distant look to his eyes as he continues, “My home is surrounded by thick forest, fog and various nefarious creatures, it was always a possibility.”
“Ah so that is where you get your name from then, huh?” Marto asks with a grin.
Fog will indeed nod at the observation of his name. “Indeed. It’s how we do names where I’m from. And those names can change during a person’s life, to reflect new actions or accomplishments.”
“Your home sounds lovely,” Marto says kindly.
Fog inclines his head in thanks. “But I feel like I’ve said a lot about myself here. What’s your home like Marto? Any intriguing friends and jewellery of your own?”
“No intriguing jewellery of my own but some of the friends I’ve made since coming here sure are,” he says with a wink. “As for my family… My family home used to be next to a forest, but, uh…” He trails off the smiling slipping from his face. “The forest isn’t there anymore. There’s a huge flower field instead though! My Pa just started keeping bees and they use that field to help make their honey. Cannot wait to receive a jar in the spring. Do you like honey?”
He notes the hesitancy at the history of Marto’s home, so doesn’t press, but adds. “The flowers sound wondrous, I just know my sister would love to visit. And honey is delicious and versatile, I wonder if the wildflower honey from your home and my home taste different?”
Marto smiles, grateful that his new friend doesn’t press to know more about why a forest became a flower field. “When I get some from home, I’ll let you know. We can have a nice spring picnic!”
“That sounds delightful, truly. I’ll have to ask home for ours, maybe they can send some other treats to share too,” Fog says, giving the warmest smile possible to Marto.
Dear Ma & Pa,
I hope my last couple of letters have reached you safe and sound. It’s been a busy winter here, although the last few weeks have seen me quietly whittling away – because I’m learning how to carve wood!
It’s been really great learning from Jacque, a harengon fellow from the feywild. He came to Fort Ettin not too long before I arrived and he’s told me all sorts of stories about the ’Wild lands. But don’t worry, I won’t go running off to follow a song anytime soon. I rather like my life here at the Fort. Been going on a bunch of my own adventures – which, if you’ve gotten my previous letters you would have heard about – but also making this place feel a little more like home.
The last adventure I went on was to a place called D’Avalon. The King’s reason for calling for aid from the adventuring community was he needed a group of five, young, strapping heroes who would be willing to risk life and limb to banish a great evil that was slowly awakening!
Ma, I can tell what your face must be like but trust me, it wasn’t that dangerous. Here, let me explain why:
Long ago, there was a group of five mighty tabaxi warriors called The ThunderCats. They all possessed extraordinary abilities – great speed, super strength, amazing cunning, undetectable stealth, and inspiring leadership! That last one was me. So the spirits of the heroes from the long ago merged with ourselves, lending their great and wondrous powers so we could vanquish the evil that was rising near D’Avalon.
My friend Beets, the fairy with the beetle legs who’s super strong, obviously got the super strength! Fog, brother to Merla’s best friend BB, was super fast! Sparks-in-Shade, a curious kenku fellow with a raven familiar, got the amazing cunning! Yuli, a kind but shy owl aarakocra, who normally is stealthy to the point of scaring the proverbial out of me got the spirit with the undetectable stealth!
As the leader I was given the honour of carrying the gauntlet that had a very special sword – which, for the record, was amazing! – and the responsibility of making sure everyone stayed safe, but more than that, when the time came, would be the key that would seal the great evil, Mummra, away once more!
(Burton, try not to let your eyes roll back too far into your head. Yes, I can be responsible.)
The battle was tough, but as the heroes of this story, and with everyone working together, there was no way evil would prevail. We battled Mummra back into the crystal prison from whence it came then locked it up good and tight!
The funny thing though from all of this is, no matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to remember where we went. Probably some kind of ancient protection magic and all the better for it, really. I wouldn’t want anyone getting any ideas of trying to read any of our minds to unleash that bad guy again!
Hey, Pa, I know it’s still winter and the bees are probably still sleeping through the winter but when you get a chance, would it be possible to send me a jar or two of honey? I would like to give one to a friend. Might have talked up how delicious the honey is and they are very curious to try some!
Anyways, I gotta get going. One of my friends, Gerhard, has a quest he’s gotta go on, one that will actually take us to the Witching Court! I’m very excited to see what it’s like there. Maybe we’ll get a chance to meet the Fey Ascendant, wouldn’t that be really cool? But don’t worry, I won’t go makin’ any fey deals.
I love you both. Merla also sends her love – will see if I can see her when I’m in Daring Heights next. Talk to you again soon!
-Marto
I hope my last couple of letters have reached you safe and sound. It’s been a busy winter here, although the last few weeks have seen me quietly whittling away – because I’m learning how to carve wood!
It’s been really great learning from Jacque, a harengon fellow from the feywild. He came to Fort Ettin not too long before I arrived and he’s told me all sorts of stories about the ’Wild lands. But don’t worry, I won’t go running off to follow a song anytime soon. I rather like my life here at the Fort. Been going on a bunch of my own adventures – which, if you’ve gotten my previous letters you would have heard about – but also making this place feel a little more like home.
The last adventure I went on was to a place called D’Avalon. The King’s reason for calling for aid from the adventuring community was he needed a group of five, young, strapping heroes who would be willing to risk life and limb to banish a great evil that was slowly awakening!
Ma, I can tell what your face must be like but trust me, it wasn’t that dangerous. Here, let me explain why:
Long ago, there was a group of five mighty tabaxi warriors called The ThunderCats. They all possessed extraordinary abilities – great speed, super strength, amazing cunning, undetectable stealth, and inspiring leadership! That last one was me. So the spirits of the heroes from the long ago merged with ourselves, lending their great and wondrous powers so we could vanquish the evil that was rising near D’Avalon.
My friend Beets, the fairy with the beetle legs who’s super strong, obviously got the super strength! Fog, brother to Merla’s best friend BB, was super fast! Sparks-in-Shade, a curious kenku fellow with a raven familiar, got the amazing cunning! Yuli, a kind but shy owl aarakocra, who normally is stealthy to the point of scaring the proverbial out of me got the spirit with the undetectable stealth!
As the leader I was given the honour of carrying the gauntlet that had a very special sword – which, for the record, was amazing! – and the responsibility of making sure everyone stayed safe, but more than that, when the time came, would be the key that would seal the great evil, Mummra, away once more!
(Burton, try not to let your eyes roll back too far into your head. Yes, I can be responsible.)
The battle was tough, but as the heroes of this story, and with everyone working together, there was no way evil would prevail. We battled Mummra back into the crystal prison from whence it came then locked it up good and tight!
The funny thing though from all of this is, no matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to remember where we went. Probably some kind of ancient protection magic and all the better for it, really. I wouldn’t want anyone getting any ideas of trying to read any of our minds to unleash that bad guy again!
Hey, Pa, I know it’s still winter and the bees are probably still sleeping through the winter but when you get a chance, would it be possible to send me a jar or two of honey? I would like to give one to a friend. Might have talked up how delicious the honey is and they are very curious to try some!
Anyways, I gotta get going. One of my friends, Gerhard, has a quest he’s gotta go on, one that will actually take us to the Witching Court! I’m very excited to see what it’s like there. Maybe we’ll get a chance to meet the Fey Ascendant, wouldn’t that be really cool? But don’t worry, I won’t go makin’ any fey deals.
I love you both. Merla also sends her love – will see if I can see her when I’m in Daring Heights next. Talk to you again soon!
-Marto
Thank you Fogwalker of the Walking Stone for the fun post-session RP 💙
