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Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Love's Reunion

2026-03-20T04:14:07Z

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|title = Love's Reunion
|type = vignette
|author = Randsford
|author-displayed = [[Randsford (prime)]]
|date = Feastday, the 25th day of Eoantos, in the year 5123. (2023-11-25)
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<blockquote>
A clash resonates through the halls of Moonsedge Castle as a Grotestque's fists smash against the aegis of a figure all clad in white. The figure snorts in frustration defending from multiple blows as a swarm of enemies close in on him. A second Grotesque sneaks from behind and manages to hold the figure in a bear hug before dropping him out of breath onto the floor!

The winded figure struggles to regain his composure as a dreadsteed barrels towards him and is intercepted by an emerald green light that emerges from within his armor. A stocky wolf lunges towards the steed but misses its stagger, the wolf glances behind her only to see the steed's strike connect as the figure is kicked into another room with the swarm following behind.

The wolf hesitates its instincts to run to its master's aid as it is distracted by the glimpse of a silvery-white tabby cat towards a southern corridor, the feline glowing lightly in a pale pink light. The two lock eyes for a moment before beginning a mad chase! The feline hurdles between the legs of the remaining grotesque and dashes towards the southern bridge with the wolf in persuit!

The cat dashes through the castle's portcullis heading east through various doors and up a flight of stairs. The wolf pushes further in, the clashing slowly fading into the background as it darts between vampires giving further chase. The feline slides into the Atelier and is met by a portrait of a woman and a small brown cat curled at its feet yawning sleepily waiting on his companion. The wolf arrives to see the two felines curl up together before fading into a single wilted flower. The wolf stands still in its confusion.

A loud bang followed by a thud interrupts the bewildering moment as a vampire's corpses hits the ground. An out of breath voice speaks, "There you are! What has gotten into you?!"

The wolf remains still and quietly begins to whimper, her gaze fixed on the rose. The figure lowers his shield gives a perplexed look at his surroundings suddenly realizing the room that he is in and a familiar flower laying to rest. "I see...", the figure quietly laments as he slowly approaches the rose, kneels, and gently brings it into his hands. "This room is still a mystery and most likely what the coward, Barlan, refuses to let go of."

Glancing between the rose and the portrait the figure continues, "He could not let go of his lost Love and as a result we have all this evil around us. Love is the most beautiful and powerful force that exists, it can be a catalyst for good or evil. Losing his Love turned him mad, learning to accept the lose of his Love is the final step which Barlan may never cross. Holding on is not love but instead desire...". With his final words the flower in his hand disappears in a pale pink light leaving the figure with a pained sadness.

The figure closes his eyes, chants a quick prayer and rises to his feet. He glances in annoyance at the stocky wolf, "Come, we still have work to do." The wolf bows respectfully to her master before seeping back into his armor. The figure stares at the portrait one final time before raising his aegis, "True love is learning to let go but never forgetting. I will end this, you have my word. For your Love and for my own."

The figure clutches his aegis tightly before barreling out of the room, the halls ones again echoing in the clashes of battle.
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Randsford (prime)

2026-03-02T22:57:43Z

RANDSFORD: Update filename for image

{{characterprofile
|name= Randsford
|image= [[File:Randsford.jpg|thumbnail|center|Randsford (Graphic created using Stable Diffusion)]]
|race=Giantman
|culture= Maeramil Wind Runner Clan
|hometown=[[Icemule Trace|Icemule]]
|profession= [[Paladin]]
|religion= [[Oleani]]
|affiliations= [[Regulators of the Northern Frontier]], [[Fenog's Regulars]]
|flaw= Love
|strength= Love
|weakness= Love
|loyalties= Icemule, Northwatch
|friend= [[Roelon (prime)]], [[Itiara (prime)]], [[Jastalyn (prime)]], [[Lilanna (prime)]]
|loved= [[Jaddzia (prime)]]
|children= [[Shassadee (prime)]]
|border-color= #50C878
|background-color= #DADBDD
|color= #50C878
|instance= Prime
|town=Icemule Trace
}}
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==Appearance==
You see Randsford the Paladin of Oleani of Icemule Trace.
He appears to be a Giantman of the Maeramil Clan.
He appears to have come of age. He has bright crystal green eyes and fair skin. He has short, thick dark brown hair with lighter streaks. He has a clean-shaven face and broad shoulders.
He has a circular blue tribal tattoo on his neck.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing an eonake banded knight's helm, a luminous gold Oleani pendant, an elegant white knight's cape, some spiked eonake gauntlets, a silver shield insignia, a white eonake knight's aegis bound by shimmering silver and imbedded with emeralds that form the symbol of the goddess Oleani, a white eonake-studded pack, some pure white rolaren platemail imbedded with a symbol of Oleani, an arctic blue armband with crossed ivory tusks, a gleaming white warg pelt sheath inlaid with rune-swept auroral emeralds, a silver threaded silk satchel, a woven grapevine ankle-cuff, and some slim white boots.

==Prologue==
<blockquote>
Deep in the secluded forests surrounding Icemule Trace lay hidden an Enchanted Glade that is only accessible by the deeply devote and sworn loyal to Oleani. The heart-shaped clearing is home to a makeshift camp consisting of a simple firepit that is surrounded by tents. Within the recess of the heart resides a frozen altar that seems unnatural compared to the rest of the environment. Upon closer inspection, the altar is flash frozen, encased in ice, and comprised of fauna that would wither in the cold; the altar is comprised of the remains of a reddish tree with a hollowed out heart-shaped opening, within the opening grows a single budding flower.

Like most evenings, the camp is alive with foot traffic from adventurers coming and going, the firepit glows faintly inviting respite. Within a tent lays a figure all clad in white resting lazily. A blackened plated dwarf warrior stands guard by the entrance and grunts as two others leave the sanctuary. A pair of gnome wizards argue amongst themselves as they weave essence at a magical barrier surrounding the glade. Lastly, a half crazed elvish priest sits in prayer before the altar.

The general stillness is interrupted as the figure stumbles out of his tent and exits the clearing offering a sharp nod to the warrior guarding the entrance. The younger of the gnomes catches a glimpse of the figure and slowly shuffles from his responsibilities and meekly approaches the priest. The gnome hiccups quietly next to the priest and asks, "Er uh, umm, sir, can I...could you, I mean if its not too much trouble..."

The priest twitches and trembles in annoyance as he glances at the gnome and sneers, "What?! You disturbed the blessing so out with it already!" The gnome stifles his hiccups and offers a low bow as he backs up slowly and takes a seat next to the fire and responds, "Your holy one! The big one be a mystery to me still, I know you shared his tale when I first took the oath but no others have since. Would you, could you, um....if it would honor..."

The remaining adventurers glance over and cringe slightly awaiting the coming scolding, they avoid making any direct eye contact with the crazed one. The elf, sensing his anger, offers a crocked look to the gnome before replying, "Very well, you have attended to your duties and I don't think he will be back anytime soon to offer his protest. Just try to control yourself this time?"

The young gnome hiccups excitedly as he gestures at the others to join him by the fire where he sits waiting not so patiently. The elf shakes his head and plops himself by the fire and is soon accompanied by the rest. He begins, "This is a tale of a fool, a fool in love, a fool willing to do anything to protect those within his care. A miraculous fool whom would be blessed in unexplainable ways. Be warned there are no happy endings here, merely lessons to be learned, interpret what you will from any of this for any judgement mean not, there is only one that can ever truly judge him."

The elf pauses and gestures at the frozen altar before continuing, "This story begins and ends with love, Her love, perhaps, and flames but not Her flames." He closes his eyes and twitches as he continues in a trembling voice, "War...an orphan of war. A lone child, a sapling, raised by the Maeramil clan. A son to parents that would preach kindness to other clans, clans that would have nothing to do with kindness." He shakes his head slowly as he speaks, "Flames, the flames, cleanse the world they can but not always the filth, flames too will burn the just for they are indiscriminate in their destruction! The non-believers raided his village, subdued any defenders, defiled...unspeakable acts. The flames would spread and consume all inhabitants except for one, the sapling, spared he was, perhaps it was Her, perhaps it was fate...", his voice trails offs.

The group sits silently staring at the slow flickering flame, the silence interrupted by a meek hiccup causing the elf to twitch and continue, "Half starved he wandered aimlessly in the snowy hinterlands seeking shelter. Spared by foul beasts, ghost wolves, surrounding the region. By a miracle he stumbled his way into Icemule not knowing what fate would bestow. It was kindness that spared him for back then the hearts of Icemule were warm and welcoming." He shakes his head sadly and continues, "Kindness such as that of the kilted one, Roelon, whom would become a life long friend and the closest thing he has to kin. Warmth would spread to his heart and lead him to his love, Jaddzia, whom he would wed; she showed him the ways of Oleani and set him on his path. Their love continued to grow and soon it bloomed into their daughter, Shassadee, and completed the family of clerics."

The young gnome pulls out a stuffed wolf and snuggles it tightly as the story continues, "This sapling though, remember, was a fool. He feared the dangers that encircled Icemule and sought power to defend. His heart and soul were blessed by Her love, the love of those around him, he thought it would be enough to spare him. You see, he walked in the light but chose to bath in the darkness..." The elves eyes dim slightly causing the gnomes to look at each other and nod slowly, the warrior stares in confusion at the others as the elf resumes, "His power would grow, he gained strength but darkness had pierced his heart. His loved ones protested but their love would overcome to form a covenant to bind his heart from darkness."

Stopping and pointing off into the distance the crazed one carries on, "Power would lead him on adventures and earn his stature within Icemule. The sapling would wield his trusted shield in defense of those around him when Icemule would need all its heroes most. It was around this time the trail to Pinefar was found and the darkness at the edge would haunt Icemule. The vvrael had come to Icemule to spread their darkness and he would be a bulwark in their way. His friends, family, and acquaintances of the time would honor him and his good deeds; his darkness seemed at bay, that is until love proved to no longer be enough."

The elf exhales a deep sigh as he continues, "Life has a way to cause the unexpected, his heart would shatter into pieces as the love of his life would set him free. It would be her sister, Itiara, that would be there to mend his heart but she too would leave him an empty void. Darkness consumed him, losing love made him hollow and he would leave a path of broken hearts in his wake. Eventually all joy left him and he vanished into the void that had produced the very threats he had feared. Nobody truly knows what happened except him; he spoke to me once of unimaginable things he had seen and experienced, he had seen himself succumb to darkness and light in a vicious cycle. Lost he was, a lifetime would pass before any would see or hear from him again."

The group remains quiet with only the young gnome offering a faint whimper as they all hang onto every word, "However, out of the darkness the light would emerge once more. The sapling was spit out by the void, no longer a cleric and now blessed by Oleani as a paladin; the sapling had grown even more formidable, his heart mended and encased in Her thorns. He wandered aimlessly in a daze trying to remember his ways until he would stumble upon his Enchanted Glade, his new home, this glade would become the center of his life where he would rebuild anew. He found all of us, showed us Her way and welcomed us into his home. All of us would be sworn into Her service and pledge our loyalty in return for the kindness he granted us. Secrecy is what keeps his heart safe, all sworn loyal strengthen the binds of the covenant from long ago. For the truth of it all is there is only one, two perhaps, the prime sisters that could ever truly set him free."

The elf lowers his head as the story concludes and offers only silence, silence that is interrupted by sobbing hiccups coming from the young gnome. The gnome begins to sob loudly as he speaks, "But but...that's soooooo sad! Why would she leave him?! What did he do?! Surely he had to do something! The binding must be sealed to save him!" The crazed one raises his head and scowls at the gnome, "Silence! You're supposed to be controlling yourself! Remember your oath! We are not to speak of any of this..." His voice stops suddenly and his eyes grow large as he stares behind the group to see the figure all clad in white staring back at him.

The figure approaches the group, snorts loudly, and wanders over to his tent where he flings himself down ignoring what had just transpired. The devout group lightly walk away in silence as they all return back to their duties in service and protection of the Enchanted Glade. The figure looks back at the group, grumbles to himself, and rolls over to resume his lazy slumber.
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==Vignettes==
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Icemule's Lost Protector Returns]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: The Lazy, Cold Watch]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: A Feral Humiliation]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Leashed]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Voices Better Left Unheard]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Innocence Destroyed]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Love Continues]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Call to Arms]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Love's Reunion]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Unintended Lesson]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: A Threat Hides in Plain Sight]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: The Flames Parlay]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Dark Mark]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Sins Must be Paid]]

==Treasured Items==
;a luminous gold Oleani pendant:This pendant has been carefully crafted with the utmost precision and detailing in honor of the dear Goddess. Solid gold and a single large red ruby has been carved into a heart shape and molded into one piece. In the center of the ruby you see a delicate etching of a small budding flower that is inlaid with violet sapphires for the petals and emeralds for the leaves. Engraved around the symbols edges in pure silver are the words, "Love One and All."

;an eonake banded knight's helm:Originally silver, the eonake has been tempered to the helm for added strength and resistance against any deadly blow to the head. The pure eonake is detailed to resemble a wolf's head as it coats the helm. The wolf has a malevolent glare to oppose any enemy, its ears stand up straight as if ready for an oncoming attack, while its mouth clearly shows every fang in a display of power, the sides of the helm have been made slightly rigid to show fur being blown in the heat of battle.

;an elegant white knight's cape:You see a long cape made of finely woven spidersilk that reaches down to the ground. Along the bottom of the cape are small eonake spikes that trail barely above the ground. The front the cape is fastened with an eonake symbol of Oleani. Embroidered on the front of the cape is an image of a lush green forest, a full moon can be seen in the background while in front rests a pure white wolf standing proud with its eyes shining an emerald green with intelligence and wisdom.

;a white eonake knight's aegis bound by shimmering silver and imbedded with emeralds that form the symbol of the goddess Oleani

Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Sins Must be Paid

2026-02-28T04:43:22Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{creative-work |title = Sins Must be Paid |type = vignette |author = Randsford |author-displayed = Randsford (prime) |date = Day of the Huntress, the 27th day of Fashanos, in the year 5126. (2026-02-27) }} <blockquote> A pair of eyes slyly roams deep into Icemule's secluded forests seeking its prey. These eyes glow like hot golden coals in the darkness, seeking threats in proactive self defense. Energy has waned in this part of the forest that would normally keep pr..."

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|title = Sins Must be Paid
|type = vignette
|author = Randsford
|author-displayed = [[Randsford (prime)]]
|date = Day of the Huntress, the 27th day of Fashanos, in the year 5126. (2026-02-27)
}}
<blockquote>
A pair of eyes slyly roams deep into Icemule's secluded forests seeking its prey. These eyes glow like hot golden coals in the darkness, seeking threats in proactive self defense. Energy has waned in this part of the forest that would normally keep predators away, the frost has grown ever colder as hearts continue to turn inwards and not outwards. The eyes dart ever deeper into the environment sensing a loathed presence, this hunt has born results as the eyes shift into position overlooking a hidden glade in the distance.

Within the glade a figure all clad in white kneels before a frozen altar, he remains silent with his eyes closed and appears deep in thought. The glade is barely visible except for the figure, altar, and the remains of a dilapidated camp. A brief subtle echoing growl permeates the air from the figure's armaments, the growls signal to the figure he is no longer alone as he begins to speak.

The figure begins, "It has been a long year since I set foot within your hallowed grounds, basked in this Enchanted Glade. I permitted darkness to root within my heart and imbue my actions." He takes a moment to pause choosing his words carefully before continuing, "Icemule deserved better, You deserved better. I did the only thing I know to do, I left to severe my heart from this world. I chased leads seeking to temper my vengeance upon my foes; I ran in chase of a lost friend, one of the few guardians that remain."

He exhales deeply bearing his sins to the altar, "Hearts around me were frozen, much as this altar remains, I allowed the frost in and had only myself to blame. I succumbed to Northwatch's politics instead of remaining neutral, it is easy to blame others but it was my own folly, my actions, and no others. It takes true strength to admit our shortcomings, to face the darkness within our hearts and so I come before you now seeking my redemption, seeking to fulfill the oaths I took."

The figures' stance takes on a new resolve as a red and pale pink light begins to fill the air amidst his prayers, "Goddess I return to spread your love, hearts remain frozen but those willing to challenge the darkness remain." The rumbling echo in his armaments intensify offering growls and snarls with his prayers as he continues, "By your grace, lend me your flame once more! Lend me your will not to smite but to unite others through your compassion! I lost my way before, I may lose it again, but as long as your flame fills my heart I shall not be beyond redemption. I am your diving shield, wield me as your instrument to find balance for all hearts seeking love." The figure opens his eyes revealing their lost brightness as he works his way to his feet.

He removes his aegis from his shoulder, pounds a fist to the emblem on his chest, and bows deeply to the altar. An angry howl reverberates from within his armaments as a pair of ethereal wolves erupts in a dazzling display of light illuminating the sacred grounds. A pair of silvery white and emerald green lights flood the glade as the beasts dash out in front of him; they flow in an outward arch that traces the woods as they meet at the opposite end revealing the heart-shaped clearing. The beasts continue to dart around the clearing kicking up snow in a blinding display that ignites the protective enchantment of the glade.

The golden eyes grimace in pain as they look away stunned by the power of love. Shaken the eyes regain their composure as they dart around seeking the glade to no avail. The eyes grow dark and vanish leaving nothing in its wake.
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Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Dark Mark

2026-02-28T04:39:13Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{creative-work |title = Dark Mark |type = vignette |author = Randsford |author-displayed = Randsford (prime) |date = Restday, the 18th day of Phoenatos, in the year 5124. (2024-08-18) }} <blockquote> In Town Center the bonfire glows faintly as clouds billow and snow flurries chaotically about. It is the dead of night and a pair of crystal green eyes can be seen approaching; an uneasy, soulless, darkness infiltrates these eyes as they are followed by the muffled clan..."

{{creative-work
|title = Dark Mark
|type = vignette
|author = Randsford
|author-displayed = [[Randsford (prime)]]
|date = Restday, the 18th day of Phoenatos, in the year 5124. (2024-08-18)
}}
<blockquote>
In Town Center the bonfire glows faintly as clouds billow and snow flurries chaotically about. It is the dead of night and a pair of crystal green eyes can be seen approaching; an uneasy, soulless, darkness infiltrates these eyes as they are followed by the muffled clanking metal steps of an armored figured. A half-krolvin family huddles close to the fire seeking a pittance of warmth, the mother cradles her children closer as she wearily stares back at the approaching darkened eyes.

As the clanking footsteps grow louder a figure all clad in white materializes from the chaotic snow. The figure ignores all others on his approach towards the town's message board. He stops a few paces short and appears lost in thought, the clanking subsides only to be replaced by a subtle, low, feral growl. The figure turns toward the town's statue and stares intently at the black plinth base below, his growl turns part gurgling mess and part snarl. The mother watches cautiously and draws her children nearer.

A faint voice can be heard carried in the wind, "Goddess guide me. My own failure mocks me daily here, my warnings were not heeded and evil sits openly. I am at an impasse now, do I dare attempt again?" The chaotic wind howls loudly as the figure reaches into his cape to retrieve a parchment.

Coincidentally an unnatural stillness replaces the chaos as the parchment is drawn. The figure turns, breaths deeply, and approaches the board. In a quick strike with his fist he pins the parchment. A shuffle and a gasp is heard as one of the young half-krovlin children breaks her mother's embrace and quickly approaches the figure and tugs at his cape.

Alarmed, the figure quickly turns to no threat but instead kindness disarming the darkness in his eyes as they regain their brightness. The figure takes a moment to look at the child but they exchange no words. He glances at the mother briefly and offers a low polite bow before turning and proceeding away in the opposite direction.

;In the Common language, it reads:
:Citizens of Icemule, any loyal to Northwatch, events of this week have revealed that our Mayor, Talliver, has been kidnapped by the Dusk Coven. The situation grows dire as the Dusk Coven's forces still encroach upon our city. Worst of all, some of our inhabitants still remain loyal to the Dusk Coven despite everything.

:Allow me to be clear and to the point, the Dusk Coven is our enemy and Sablecross is not. The Coven would have Sablecross' citizens think otherwise and that their only refugee is the Coven, only they can protect them from the dreaded Labio and allow Lornon to live peacefully. This is pure manipulation and one need only look to the Krolvin that now make a portion of our own.

:Are the Krolvin completely accepted? No, but we continue to grow and take strides together; old wounds will heal and we all adjust with the scars that remain. Love takes multiple individuals coming together to put aside any past grievances for a better tomorrow: unity. Northwatch's love will continue to grow with each new ally and unite to expel any that wish us harm.

:Lines must be drawn, those that are loyal to Northwatch must denounce the Dusk Coven. Northwatch can be the refuge for Lornon and Labio alike if we chose unity. It is time for all our allies to take a stand and expel the Dusk Coven.

:I do not wish to see our town drenched in blood, this is a choice each individual will make. Cast out the Dusk Coven in your own way, words are the true weapons. These offensive moves will be met and dealt. Let this be the final warning, you have come for our Mayor now we are coming for you. Return that what which has been taken or face Love's fiery retribution.

:If anyone has any information they feel would be useful in the retrieval of our Mayor; please contact a town Councilor or a member of the town's militia, the Regulators.

:May love guide us all,
:Lord Randsford Paladin of Oleani, Protector of Icemule
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Randsford (prime)/Vignette: The Flames Parlay

2026-02-28T04:28:42Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{creative-work |title = The Flames Parlay |type = vignette |author = Randsford |author-displayed = Randsford (prime) |date = Tilamaires, the 7th day of Ivastaen, in the year 5124. (2024-05-07) }} <blockquote> Outside the makeshift shanties that make up the Krolvin settlement within Icemule's wall a pair of Krolvin stand watch. The bustle of the town is obscured by a loud howling wind that penetrates the shanties and all that can be heard is the occasional barks emit..."

{{creative-work
|title = The Flames Parlay
|type = vignette
|author = Randsford
|author-displayed = [[Randsford (prime)]]
|date = Tilamaires, the 7th day of Ivastaen, in the year 5124. (2024-05-07)
}}
<blockquote>
Outside the makeshift shanties that make up the Krolvin settlement within Icemule's wall a pair of Krolvin stand watch. The bustle of the town is obscured by a loud howling wind that penetrates the shanties and all that can be heard is the occasional barks emitting from within. One of the guards appears half asleep while leaning against one of the shanties while the other remains alert for any signs of trouble.

A series of loud barks causes the sleeping guard to stir as a figure approaches. The wind howls and kicks up snow making it difficult to see whom approaches as a voice from within the snow speaks, "I've come to see Jkarog!" The barks turn into growls as the guards ready their weapons preparing for the figure to emerge.

A giantman attired fully in white approaches and calmly speaks, "Lower your weapons! I come with an urgent message and seek your aid in return." The guards bark something unintelligible at each other and stand in front of the giantman blocking his path. "No Jkarog! You not welcome!" barks out a guard in forced common words.

The giantman clearly annoyed kneels before both the guards while clenching his fists. He takes a moment to stare at both guards before speaking again, "Have it your way, deliver this message or it will be all our peril." The giantman snorts back at both guards who return glares back at him but hold their ground.

The giantman continues, "We need the Krolvin in what comes next, the Dusk Coven stirs and it is time to prove your loyalties to Northwatch. The Coven continues to move and seduce with false promises. I grow concerned as choices must be made and lines will be drawn by inhabitants of Sablecross and Icemule alike. The people of both towns are convinced it is as simple as Labio versus Lornon but they are mistaken."
With a worried look the giantman retrieves a scorched rose from within his cape, "Her retribution draws closer if we continue this path. Love is neither good nor evil; it is the actions people take in the name of love that are so. Not just Her retribution but that of all the Arkati draw near. The same foolish fights that never end are about to set the lands ablaze once more and Her fire will punish indiscriminately."

The guards stare blankly at the giantman, bark at each other a few times then turn back to laugh at the giantman. A guard responds, "Weak giant! Ugly flower! Go! No Jkarog!"

The giantman glares back in annoyance before setting his rose on the snow in front of the pair and standing up. "You have been warned, deliver this message while there is still time for unity." The giantman bows to the Krolvin and walks back into the snow from which he emerged.

The Krolvin continue laughing at the giantman as he walks away only to be startled by a blaze spawning at their feet! The pair jump back perplexed as the giantman is gone and all that remains is the charred remains of the rose.
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Randsford (prime)/Vignette: A Threat Hides in Plain Sight

2026-02-28T04:27:08Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{creative-work |title = A Threat Hides in Plain Sight |type = vignette |author = Randsford |author-displayed = Randsford (prime) |date = Volnes, the 11th day of Charlatos, in the year 5124. (2024-03-11) }} <blockquote> The brisk cold air of the night permeates the surroundings outside of the Temple of Hope. The stillness of the night briefly interrupted by the rustling of the occasional passersby making their way to and from the building. Those that approach can be..."

{{creative-work
|title = A Threat Hides in Plain Sight
|type = vignette
|author = Randsford
|author-displayed = [[Randsford (prime)]]
|date = Volnes, the 11th day of Charlatos, in the year 5124. (2024-03-11)
}}
<blockquote>
The brisk cold air of the night permeates the surroundings outside of the Temple of Hope. The stillness of the night briefly interrupted by the rustling of the occasional passersby making their way to and from the building. Those that approach can be categorized as curious adventurers eagerly seeking the next thrill or those masquerading as the same. If it were not for the cautious approach some take to cover their tracks it would be difficult to tell which of the two any given adventurer is.

It is easy to judge those cloaked head-to-toe in robes as plausible members of the Dusk Coven but that is a fool's bias. For every concealed figure with only piercing eyes there is also a jubilant hero donning a suede hat adorned with some manner of trinket, or some other trademark identifying them as a would-be hero. The Dusk Coven has become brazen in their new found refuge and the unsettling stillness only grows with each new opportunist that attempts to secretly enter.

The hour grows late as the snow gently falls in the night, it feels like hours since the last person approached the Temple and nothing else is visible except for a half asleep figure all clad in white attempting to hide among the snow. At long last the rustling returns jostling the figure to become alert; alas nothing of significance again except for yet another glimpse of a pair of piercing eyes that quickly dart into the building.

The figure quietly grumbles to himself forcing himself up and out of the mound of snow that had become his bed. He shakes his head for failing to find any new clues and sighs at the thought of Talliver's last words, "Northwatch's wrath will not be stayed". The figure stares at the temple with a concerned expression and speaks in a low whisper, "The 'inevitable' is coming; the more these things change the more they stay the same. It is a fool's chance to think any of it all will be different this time but I'll gladly be the fool every time."

The figure dusts the caked on snow and works his way down a trail heading back towards Icemule's warm. He leaves nothing behind except for a crater where his giant-sized body had laid 'hidden' and a small seedling ever so slightly pushing its way through the snow.
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Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Unintended Lesson

2026-02-28T04:25:36Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{creative-work |title = Unintended Lesson |type = vignette |author = Randsford |author-displayed = Randsford (prime) |date = Tilamaires, the 9th day of Lormesta, in the year 5124. (2024-01-09) }} <blockquote> On Tavern Burrow, Ale Street a halfling work crew is busy making repairs to the Thirsty Penguin from the recent fire. From outside, parts of the building can be seen as charred while the area is roped off to keep anyone out of potential danger. The remnants of..."

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|author = Randsford
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|date = Tilamaires, the 9th day of Lormesta, in the year 5124. (2024-01-09)
}}
<blockquote>
On Tavern Burrow, Ale Street a halfling work crew is busy making repairs to the Thirsty Penguin from the recent fire. From outside, parts of the building can be seen as charred while the area is roped off to keep anyone out of potential danger. The remnants of graffiti that was hastily covered can barely be distinguished among the ruin.

Across the street a group of krolvin bark at each other and gaze in amusement at all the flurry of activity. The group remains on the opposite side of the street and watches the halfling work as they bark in their unknown tongue.

Icemule has had a rush of refugees with the ongoing world events. The krolvin arrived unexpectedly only to be followed by refugees trying to escape the Sheruvian threat building in the Landing. Those infected with the Green Death occasionally still wander into town seeking aid to escape from yet another calamity. More strangers seem to arrive daily seeking sanctuary and bringing their own world views to the chaotic mix, all in the hopes of building a better future for their own kin.

A halfling busy at work drops his tools from above while attempting repairs, cursing at his misfortune. The tools fall into a withered flowerbed as a figure all clad in white patrols into the area. "Oiy!", shouts the halfling from above. "Can ye toss me mah tools?! They fell into 'em dead flowers. This cold is numbing my hands just like it numbed them roses!"
The figure approaches the flowers to pick up the tools and takes a moment to gaze around at his surroundings. The halflings are busy at work while the krolvin idly standby. The town remains as divided as ever, unity once the beacon has become as cold as the land itself. The figure exhales in disappointment causing a plume of frost to surround him before he tosses the tools back to the halfling. The figure speaks coldly, "It's not the frost without but the frost within that is causing these troubles."

The sounds of tools subside along with the random barks as the scene comes to a standstill. A few halfling heads pop out of the rubble at the same time the krolvin give the figure a distasteful sneer. The figure continues, "This graffiti was my doing, this cold was my doing. If I had been more careful with my words perhaps none of this would have happened."

The figure solemnly closes his eyes and utters, "Words are the real weapon." His eyes open as he turns to stare the krolvin, "Those were among the last words Jkarog spoke to me before he was attacked. I called him a poor excuse of a leader and things have only escalated since. Forgive my transgression and I hope you convey my dismay to him and your people."

The figure stares one final time at the withered roses as he begins to walk away, "We are all responsible for the good and evil around us; the question is will we all work together or continue to fracture."

The krolvin bark a few times among themselves and slowly start to approach the ruins as the halfling quietly murmur between themselves while staring skeptically at the krolvin before going back to work. The krolvin stop in the middle of the road, stare in the direction of the walking figure and decide best to walk the opposite direction.
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Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Love's Reunion

2026-02-28T04:24:01Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{creative-work |title = Love's Reunion |type = vignette |author = Randsford |author-displayed = Randsford (prime) |date = Feastday, the 25th day of Eoantos, in the year 5123. (2023-11-25) }} <blockquote> Smoke rises from the south as fires burn intently lighting up the dark night sky. The wind howls viciously carrying with it echoes of screams and the scent of freshly spilled blood. High atop the Glatoph, perched upon a ledge, a figure all clad in white stares int..."

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|title = Love's Reunion
|type = vignette
|author = Randsford
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|date = Feastday, the 25th day of Eoantos, in the year 5123. (2023-11-25)
}}
<blockquote>
Smoke rises from the south as fires burn intently lighting up the dark night sky. The wind howls viciously carrying with it echoes of screams and the scent of freshly spilled blood. High atop the Glatoph, perched upon a ledge, a figure all clad in white stares intently at the chaos below.

Adventurers can be seen scurrying across the battlefield, some rush towards the battle while others flee seeking shelter. Siege towers can be seen rolling through the forests on an intercept course to be met with sparse resistance. Meanwhile the Melgorehn's Reach shimmers in the distance adding an eerie beauty to the mix. Through all this, the figure remains still and silent with his gaze continuously transfixed darting across the battlefield.

A raspy gruff voice speaks, "Oiy! Whatcha starin' at?!" The figure breaks his gaze to look behind him and spots an out of breath halfling huffing with a cold sweat running down his face. The halfling wheezes, "Why ain't ya down der? You look built fer dat fight! You some sort of coward or deserter?!" The figure sighs briefly before returning his gaze to the battlefield.

Piqued with curiosity the halfling starts to move closer to the figure only to be met by a pair of deep wolfish growls. Startled, the halfling races down the glacier in a frantic flee towards Icemule. A few moments later as the first siege tower falls the figure speaks, "Goddess watch over you Landing for I cannot. My shield is not there to avoid further escalations between our towns however know that you still have allies. The time will come when we will all soon fight together again. I only pray it will be as friend and not foe."

The figure chants a brief prayer causing a vibrant red and pale pink light to coalesce around him as he stands. The light fades into the snow causing a small budding flower to spring from its place. The figure turns and wanders off in the direction of his visitor shouting after him to offer his aid for safe passage.

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A clash resonates through the halls of Moonsedge Castle as a Grotestque's fists smash against the aegis of a figure all clad in white. The figure snorts in frustration defending from multiple blows as a swarm of enemies close in on him. A second Grotesque sneaks from behind and manages to hold the figure in a bear hug before dropping him out of breath onto the floor!

The winded figure struggles to regain his composure as a dreadsteed barrels towards him and is intercepted by an emerald green light that emerges from within his armor. A stocky wolf lunges towards the steed but misses its stagger, the wolf glances behind her only to see the steed's strike connect as the figure is kicked into another room with the swarm following behind.

The wolf hesitates its instincts to run to its master's aid as it is distracted by the glimpse of a silvery-white tabby cat towards a southern corridor, the feline glowing lightly in a pale pink light. The two lock eyes for a moment before beginning a mad chase! The feline hurdles between the legs of the remaining grotesque and dashes towards the southern bridge with the wolf in persuit!

The cat dashes through the castle's portcullis heading east through various doors and up a flight of stairs. The wolf pushes further in, the clashing slowly fading into the background as it darts between vampires giving further chase. The feline slides into the Atelier and is met by a portrait of a woman and a small brown cat curled at its feet yawning sleepily waiting on his companion. The wolf arrives to see the two felines curl up together before fading into a single wilted flower. The wolf stands still in its confusion.

A loud bang followed by a thud interrupts the bewildering moment as a vampire's corpses hits the ground. An out of breath voice speaks, "There you are! What has gotten into you?!"

The wolf remains still and quietly begins to whimper, her gaze fixed on the rose. The figure lowers his shield gives a perplexed look at his surroundings suddenly realizing the room that he is in and a familiar flower laying to rest. "I see...", the figure quietly laments as he slowly approaches the rose, kneels, and gently brings it into his hands. "This room is still a mystery and most likely what the coward, Barlan, refuses to let go of."

Glancing between the rose and the portrait the figure continues, "He could not let go of his lost Love and as a result we have all this evil around us. Love is the most beautiful and powerful force that exists, it can be a catalyst for good or evil. Losing his Love turned him mad, learning to accept the lose of his Love is the final step which Barlan may never cross. Holding on is not love but instead desire...". With his final words the flower in his hand disappears in a pale pink light leaving the figure with a pained sadness.

The figure closes his eyes, chants a quick prayer and rises to his feet. He glances in annoyance at the stocky wolf, "Come, we still have work to do." The wolf bows respectfully to her master before seeping back into his armor. The figure stares at the portrait one final time before raising his aegis, "True love is learning to let go but never forgetting. I will end this, you have my word. For your Love and for my own."

The figure clutches his aegis tightly before barreling out of the room, the halls ones again echoing in the clashes of battle.

Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Call to Arms

2026-02-28T04:22:38Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{creative-work |title = Call to Arms |type = vignette |author = Randsford |author-displayed = Randsford (prime) |date = Niiman, the 21st day of Imaerasta, in the year 5123 (2023-09-21) }} <blockquote> A figure all clad in white solemnly walks into Icemule Town Center and approaches the message post. He carries with him a single budding white rose in one hand and a rolled up parchment in the other. He glances around to see the many individuals passing through the c..."

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|title = Call to Arms
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|author = Randsford
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<blockquote>
A figure all clad in white solemnly walks into Icemule Town Center and approaches the message post. He carries with him a single budding white rose in one hand and a rolled up parchment in the other.

He glances around to see the many individuals passing through the center, some familiar some foreign. His gaze hesitantly looks to the rose in his hand before reciting a quiet prayer, "Goddess I beseech you to guide Icemule in the coming darkness we will soon embrace, let your love be the light to guide us. Though some of the good people of Icemule may have lost faith in you, I have not."

He stares intently at his rose for any signs, but the rose remains closed. The giantman speaks to his rose, "At least you did not wither, this time, so I'll take that as your approval." He kneels to set the rose at the base of the post and rises.

The figure carefully unravels his parchment and removes his spikestar from its sheath. He raises the ruby-hued handle and in a single strike pins the parchment to the post, he then turns around and walks away to begin a patrol. It reads:

CALL TO ARMS!

The newly, unamed, and growing nation of the free north calls upon any and all willing defenders to answer the call to retake Crystalhall! Isvindar, the Ice Giant of the Black Cairns Clan, calls upon our aid to quell the evil that has been sealed within. A great darkness lies beyond the sealed doors that must be defeated if our new nation is to unite the scattered giant clans under our single unified banner.

Much of what we face is unknown to us except for this, "the evil is bound to the very stones of the hall." Know this simple warning, nothing that did not enter with us is to leave! Any glimmering gem, stone, or even pebble removed could very well allow the evil sealed within to escape. Heed this warning well and avoid the taint that could be spread.

Be on the lookout for Icemule Town Council instructions to discuss our plans and our course of action.

Lord Randsford Magicianary
Self-anointed Icemule Town Guard
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Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Love Continues

2026-02-28T04:20:41Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{creative-work |title = Love Continues |type = vignette |author = Randsford |author-displayed = Randsford (prime) |date = Restday, the 27th day of Phoenatos, in the year 5123. (2023-08-27) }} <blockquote> A figure quietly patrols the streets looking for signs of recent scuffles. The arena brought all it's usual excitement that has distracted from the bloodstained streets of Icemule. A subtle stench of drying blood permeates the air replacing the otherwise usual cris..."

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|title = Love Continues
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|author = Randsford
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|date = Restday, the 27th day of Phoenatos, in the year 5123. (2023-08-27)
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<blockquote>
A figure quietly patrols the streets looking for signs of recent scuffles. The arena brought all it's usual excitement that has distracted from the bloodstained streets of Icemule. A subtle stench of drying blood permeates the air replacing the otherwise usual crisp scent of freshly fallen snow.

The figure stops at a pool of recently dried blood, a scuffle occurred again as the new refugees continue to try to assimilate. The first Krolvin that arrived appeared grateful and willing to change however as more refugees trickle in their old ways begin to surface and collide with those looking for a different path.

A soft wheezing followed by a snort is heard from behind, the figure turns sensing a presence. As he turns, the figure makes eye contact with a small brown cat who wheezes pathetically. He captures a glimpse of a single star disappearing from the night's sky as his gaze meets the feline, a rush of grief passes through the figure as the weight of all the recent events flood his heart.

He approaches the creature as it wheezes its way around a corner. The figure moves faster trying to keep up as it flees down the road before briefly loosing sight. His chase ends when he finds a single wilted flower where he last spotted the cat. He kneels and speaks, "I always knew this change would be difficult, the cost high. Hearts cannot change if they are not able to heal and there are those who will never heal. Loss felt will never fully heal."

He reaches out with a hand to gently raise the flower only to have it crumble in his hand. One by one the flower sheds its petals as if tears were falling. The figure quietly watches as the final tear is shed before speaking, "If we cannot heal from this loss then the darkness will come and consume us all. Unity is dead if we cannot overcome our grief to forge a brighter path forward." The figure closes his eyes, crushes the remaining flower in his hand, and stands before continuing his patrol through the empty streets.
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Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Innocence Destroyed

2026-02-28T04:18:58Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{creative-work |title = Innocence Destroyed |type = vignette |author = Randsford |author-displayed = Randsford (prime) |date = Day of the Huntress, the 30th day of Lumnea, in the year 5123. (2023-06-30) }} <blockquote> Outside the Honeybeer Inn a figure stands solemnly watching his surroundings, the streets are empty except for a half-krolvin family busy collecting their goods they were attempting to peddle for some meager coin. Suddenly a door slams open as a grou..."

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|title = Innocence Destroyed
|type = vignette
|author = Randsford
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|date = Day of the Huntress, the 30th day of Lumnea, in the year 5123. (2023-06-30)
}}
<blockquote>
Outside the Honeybeer Inn a figure stands solemnly watching his surroundings, the streets are empty except for a half-krolvin family busy collecting their goods they were attempting to peddle for some meager coin.

Suddenly a door slams open as a group of loud halflings stumbles out. The group laughs and sings a sloshed tune while one of the halflings walks over to a nearby flowerbed to relieve himself.

A familiar rumbling works its way throughout the town, the group stumbles causing a halfling to trample over the garden. The group stares to the west at the billowing clouds from the distant volcano. A halfling speaks, "Blow already and take all those good for nothing krolvin with ya!" The group cheers in agreement and begin to spout several expletives about krolvin.

Visibly upset, the half-krolvin mother hurries her children to pack quicker. Disturbed by the events the figure emerges and in a determined stride marches toward the garden knocking over one of the halflings. He stops in front of a crushed flower and kneels.

The felled halfling works to his feet and yells out, "You big dumb oaf! Watch where you are goi..", he stops mid sentence realizing whom he had just insulted. The figure remains still throughout as the halflings quietly murmur among themselves and decide it best to walk away while they still can.

The figure closes his eyes and begins to chant a small prayer to the withered flower. A pink light begins to glow around him causing the flower to twitch lightly before withering even further. The figure exhales a large sigh and just stares at the withered flower in disbelief.

Across the street an audible gasp is heard. The half-krolvin mother eyes well with tears as she packs the last few items and glances at the figure. She is uncertain which of the two atrocities she just witnessed she should be more frightened of. The family hurries around a corner out of sight trying to avoid any further confrontations, the figure quietly lingers.
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Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Voices Better Left Unheard

2026-02-28T04:17:19Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{creative-work |title = Voices Better Left Unheard |type = vignette |author = Randsford |author-displayed = Randsford (prime) |date = Restday, the 30th day of Olaesta, in the year 5123. (2023-04-30) }} <blockquote> A lone young halfling priestess wanders the Hall of Seasons temple and encounters an attired fully in white giantman. She does not recognize this individual kneeling before a sprouting rose and approaches him gingerly. The giantman's eyes are closed in..."

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|title = Voices Better Left Unheard
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<blockquote>
A lone young halfling priestess wanders the Hall of Seasons temple and encounters an attired fully in white giantman. She does not recognize this individual kneeling before a sprouting rose and approaches him gingerly.

The giantman's eyes are closed in intense concentration, his helmet is removed and sitting to his side partially obscured by his elegant white cape. His features are revealed showing he has a kind expression but his otherwise youthful face is beginning to show the signs of age. The priestess joyfully speaks, "You are the third one this week!"

The giantman opens one eye, spots a grinning halfling in front of him and quickly closes his eye again. She speaks again, "Perhaps you can try with me here? Maybe I'll be good luck!"

The giantman pauses then solemnly asks, "Dear Goddess Oleani, please bless me with your love and wisdom to see what our Mayor and Councilor have seen. Is this 'unity' we seek the path to our salvation or will it lead us to the very visions we seek to prevent? Icemule now requires a greater duty and I seek your love to do so."

Moments pass as the unsteady quiet only grows louder. The halfling cheerfully says, "Well, look at the bright side! At least we didn't summon anything...", she gulps, "unwanted!" She then flashes a quick smirk.

The giantman chuckles softly, opens his eyes, stares at the priestess and says, "Yes you are right it is probably for the best." He rises slowly and picks up his helmet before continuing, "I wouldn't want that cold soulless voice speaking to me again like last time I tried to commune with her." He flashes a wolfish grin to the priestess, offers a thankful bow and turns toward the exit.

The priestess giggles nervously to herself and faces an approaching sister who hands her a parchment. The giantman then puts on his eonake helmet as he approaches the exit, the helmet obscures his kind features and replaces them with the fearsome expression of a battle hardened wolf. The priestess begins to examine the document when something familiar appears in the corner of her eye. She turns to face the exit and recognizes a figure all clad in white, he is similar but different as if his strides carry a new found weight. The figure steps into the snow and disappears into the night.
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Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Leashed

2026-02-28T04:14:43Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{creative-work |title = Leashed |type = vignette |author = Randsford |author-displayed = Randsford (prime) |date = Leyan, the 18th day of Lormesta, in the year 5123. (2023-01-18) }} <blockquote> Smoke rises from the south as fires burn intently lighting up the dark night sky. The wind howls viciously carrying with it echoes of screams and the scent of freshly spilled blood. High atop the Glatoph, perched upon a ledge, a figure all clad in white stares intently at..."

{{creative-work
|title = Leashed
|type = vignette
|author = Randsford
|author-displayed = [[Randsford (prime)]]
|date = Leyan, the 18th day of Lormesta, in the year 5123. (2023-01-18)
}}
<blockquote>
Smoke rises from the south as fires burn intently lighting up the dark night sky. The wind howls viciously carrying with it echoes of screams and the scent of freshly spilled blood. High atop the Glatoph, perched upon a ledge, a figure all clad in white stares intently at the chaos below.

Adventurers can be seen scurrying across the battlefield, some rush towards the battle while others flee seeking shelter. Siege towers can be seen rolling through the forests on an intercept course to be met with sparse resistance. Meanwhile the Melgorehn's Reach shimmers in the distance adding an eerie beauty to the mix. Through all this, the figure remains still and silent with his gaze continuously transfixed darting across the battlefield.

A raspy gruff voice speaks, "Oiy! Whatcha starin' at?!" The figure breaks his gaze to look behind him and spots an out of breath halfling huffing with a cold sweat running down his face. The halfling wheezes, "Why ain't ya down der? You look built fer dat fight! You some sort of coward or deserter?!" The figure sighs briefly before returning his gaze to the battlefield.

Piqued with curiosity the halfling starts to move closer to the figure only to be met by a pair of deep wolfish growls. Startled, the halfling races down the glacier in a frantic flee towards Icemule. A few moments later as the first siege tower falls the figure speaks, "Goddess watch over you Landing for I cannot. My shield is not there to avoid further escalations between our towns however know that you still have allies. The time will come when we will all soon fight together again. I only pray it will be as friend and not foe."

The figure chants a brief prayer causing a vibrant red and pale pink light to coalesce around him as he stands. The light fades into the snow causing a small budding flower to spring from its place. The figure turns and wanders off in the direction of his visitor shouting after him to offer his aid for safe passage.

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Randsford (prime)/Vignette: A Feral Humiliation

2026-02-28T04:12:27Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{creative-work |title = A Feral Humiliation |type = vignette |author = Randsford |author-displayed = Randsford (prime) |date = Day of the Huntress, the 13th day of Lormesta, in the year 5123. (2023-01-13) }} <blockquote> Past the Oblin pass a pack of vicious snarls and growls can be heard. A figure all clad in white repeatedly strikes the cliffside at the foot of the Ta'Vaalorian encampment. His eonake fists strike the rock leaving feral clawlike marks, his two et..."

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|title = A Feral Humiliation
|type = vignette
|author = Randsford
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|date = Day of the Huntress, the 13th day of Lormesta, in the year 5123. (2023-01-13)
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<blockquote>
Past the Oblin pass a pack of vicious snarls and growls can be heard. A figure all clad in white repeatedly strikes the cliffside at the foot of the Ta'Vaalorian encampment. His eonake fists strike the rock leaving feral clawlike marks, his two etheral wolf companions growling with their master as they bewilerdlingly stare at an unknown opponent.

He stares upward and yells, "Cowards!", as he slams his fist a final time and turns his back to the cliff. He angerly slams his back against the cliff and allows his legs to buckle causing him to slowly slide down until he plops down. He lands to an unexpected surprise, the disturbance had caused snow on an overhanging cravase to tumble and cover him in snow, it is as if the Goddess herself decided to throw a massive snowball for his childlike behavior.

The wolves stare silently as he grumbles aloud, "I know I overstepped tonight, I let my rage get the better of me. The Vaalorians have struck two blows to Icemule and there are those that still do not see the coming escalation. The Commander oversteps and states the Regulators do not answer to Talliver which is counter everything I was told when I first took my oath."

The figure moves out of the miserable mound, dusting the caked snow. He glances up and grumbles, "I have issued my ultimatum and challenge to the Commander. The Regulators will adhere to the will of the people or they will be melt away like the fading snow. The Free North will be at the behest of the people; united and stronger or fractured and terrorized." He spits at the ground in disgust and begins his decent back towards Icemule.

His wolf companions silence turns into heckles and cackles as they laugh at the figure's misfortune before seeping back into his armaments. The figure all clad in white only grumbles louder as he realizes he is a victim of his own private humiliation.
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Randsford (prime)/Vignette: The Lazy, Cold Watch

2026-02-28T04:10:33Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{creative-work |title = The Lazy, Cold Watch |type = vignette |author = Randsford |author-displayed = Randsford (prime) |date = Restday, the 8th day of Lormesta, in the year 5123.(2023-01-03) }} <blockquote> The cold crisp chill of the Hinterwild's winds blows quietly in the night as a figure all clad in white stands stoically in the lone Watch Post staring into the distance. The winds had brought with them something new this evening; loud banging echoes through th..."

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|title = The Lazy, Cold Watch
|type = vignette
|author = Randsford
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|date = Restday, the 8th day of Lormesta, in the year 5123.(2023-01-03)
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<blockquote>
The cold crisp chill of the Hinterwild's winds blows quietly in the night as a figure all clad in white stands stoically in the lone Watch Post staring into the distance. The winds had brought with them something new this evening; loud banging echoes through the crisp, clear air, and a steady stream of smoke rising into the sky above the forest north of Cold River. The disturbances were met with a loud bang, a high-pitched grinding sound that emanated across the region followed by a rumble.

The figure paces back and forth staring in all directions from his post, frustration visible in his face. He sniffs several times as he paces trying to catch a glimpse of the strange smell from earlier once more; an acrid scent of something burning it is an old and attenuated smell. He turns his back from the distance and clutches his heart shaped pendant seeking comfort and guidance to sway his worries. He closes his eyes and chants a brief prayer causing a pale pink light to surround him along with a scent of fresh flowers. He inhales deeply and opens his eyes.

At the figure's feet lay a pair of ethereal wolves; one is fast asleep snoring softly as it rests, the other wolf yawns lazily as it looks at its master. The figures kneels to pet his companion and quietly speaks, "It must be nice to not have a care in this world and to sleep so peacefully when danger lurks from every corner. First we discover a camp containing goddess knows what and now these noises in the Hinterwilds trouble me further. This sounded mechanical but Tribia stated no other airships besides the Firebird have arrived. Perhaps the other Gigas villages she mentioned that are not reachable contain the answer or at least a clue."

The figure all clad in white gives a deep sigh of frustration before rising to his feet. He then turns once more to face the wilderness and resumes his stoic watch, sniffing occasionally for any signs of where the smoke may have originated.
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Randsford (prime)

2026-02-28T04:03:48Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{characterprofile |name= Randsford |image= Randsford (Graphic created using Stable Diffusion) |race=Giantman |culture= Maeramil Wind Runner Clan |hometown=Icemule |profession= Paladin |religion= Oleani |affiliations= Regulators of the Northern Frontier, Fenog's Regulars |flaw= Love |strength= Love |weakness= Love |loyalties= Icemule, Northwatch |friend= Roelon (prime), Itiara (prime),..."

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|image= [[File:Randsford.jpeg|thumbnail|center|Randsford (Graphic created using Stable Diffusion)]]
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|culture= Maeramil Wind Runner Clan
|hometown=[[Icemule Trace|Icemule]]
|profession= [[Paladin]]
|religion= [[Oleani]]
|affiliations= [[Regulators of the Northern Frontier]], [[Fenog's Regulars]]
|flaw= Love
|strength= Love
|weakness= Love
|loyalties= Icemule, Northwatch
|friend= [[Roelon (prime)]], [[Itiara (prime)]], [[Jastalyn (prime)]], [[Lilanna (prime)]]
|loved= [[Jaddzia (prime)]]
|children= [[Shassadee (prime)]]
|border-color= #50C878
|background-color= #DADBDD
|color= #50C878
|instance= Prime
|town=Icemule Trace
}}
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==Appearance==
You see Randsford the Paladin of Oleani of Icemule Trace.
He appears to be a Giantman of the Maeramil Clan.
He appears to have come of age. He has bright crystal green eyes and fair skin. He has short, thick dark brown hair with lighter streaks. He has a clean-shaven face and broad shoulders.
He has a circular blue tribal tattoo on his neck.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing an eonake banded knight's helm, a luminous gold Oleani pendant, an elegant white knight's cape, some spiked eonake gauntlets, a silver shield insignia, a white eonake knight's aegis bound by shimmering silver and imbedded with emeralds that form the symbol of the goddess Oleani, a white eonake-studded pack, some pure white rolaren platemail imbedded with a symbol of Oleani, an arctic blue armband with crossed ivory tusks, a gleaming white warg pelt sheath inlaid with rune-swept auroral emeralds, a silver threaded silk satchel, a woven grapevine ankle-cuff, and some slim white boots.

==Prologue==
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Deep in the secluded forests surrounding Icemule Trace lay hidden an Enchanted Glade that is only accessible by the deeply devote and sworn loyal to Oleani. The heart-shaped clearing is home to a makeshift camp consisting of a simple firepit that is surrounded by tents. Within the recess of the heart resides a frozen altar that seems unnatural compared to the rest of the environment. Upon closer inspection, the altar is flash frozen, encased in ice, and comprised of fauna that would wither in the cold; the altar is comprised of the remains of a reddish tree with a hollowed out heart-shaped opening, within the opening grows a single budding flower.

Like most evenings, the camp is alive with foot traffic from adventurers coming and going, the firepit glows faintly inviting respite. Within a tent lays a figure all clad in white resting lazily. A blackened plated dwarf warrior stands guard by the entrance and grunts as two others leave the sanctuary. A pair of gnome wizards argue amongst themselves as they weave essence at a magical barrier surrounding the glade. Lastly, a half crazed elvish priest sits in prayer before the altar.

The general stillness is interrupted as the figure stumbles out of his tent and exits the clearing offering a sharp nod to the warrior guarding the entrance. The younger of the gnomes catches a glimpse of the figure and slowly shuffles from his responsibilities and meekly approaches the priest. The gnome hiccups quietly next to the priest and asks, "Er uh, umm, sir, can I...could you, I mean if its not too much trouble..."

The priest twitches and trembles in annoyance as he glances at the gnome and sneers, "What?! You disturbed the blessing so out with it already!" The gnome stifles his hiccups and offers a low bow as he backs up slowly and takes a seat next to the fire and responds, "Your holy one! The big one be a mystery to me still, I know you shared his tale when I first took the oath but no others have since. Would you, could you, um....if it would honor..."

The remaining adventurers glance over and cringe slightly awaiting the coming scolding, they avoid making any direct eye contact with the crazed one. The elf, sensing his anger, offers a crocked look to the gnome before replying, "Very well, you have attended to your duties and I don't think he will be back anytime soon to offer his protest. Just try to control yourself this time?"

The young gnome hiccups excitedly as he gestures at the others to join him by the fire where he sits waiting not so patiently. The elf shakes his head and plops himself by the fire and is soon accompanied by the rest. He begins, "This is a tale of a fool, a fool in love, a fool willing to do anything to protect those within his care. A miraculous fool whom would be blessed in unexplainable ways. Be warned there are no happy endings here, merely lessons to be learned, interpret what you will from any of this for any judgement mean not, there is only one that can ever truly judge him."

The elf pauses and gestures at the frozen altar before continuing, "This story begins and ends with love, Her love, perhaps, and flames but not Her flames." He closes his eyes and twitches as he continues in a trembling voice, "War...an orphan of war. A lone child, a sapling, raised by the Maeramil clan. A son to parents that would preach kindness to other clans, clans that would have nothing to do with kindness." He shakes his head slowly as he speaks, "Flames, the flames, cleanse the world they can but not always the filth, flames too will burn the just for they are indiscriminate in their destruction! The non-believers raided his village, subdued any defenders, defiled...unspeakable acts. The flames would spread and consume all inhabitants except for one, the sapling, spared he was, perhaps it was Her, perhaps it was fate...", his voice trails offs.

The group sits silently staring at the slow flickering flame, the silence interrupted by a meek hiccup causing the elf to twitch and continue, "Half starved he wandered aimlessly in the snowy hinterlands seeking shelter. Spared by foul beasts, ghost wolves, surrounding the region. By a miracle he stumbled his way into Icemule not knowing what fate would bestow. It was kindness that spared him for back then the hearts of Icemule were warm and welcoming." He shakes his head sadly and continues, "Kindness such as that of the kilted one, Roelon, whom would become a life long friend and the closest thing he has to kin. Warmth would spread to his heart and lead him to his love, Jaddzia, whom he would wed; she showed him the ways of Oleani and set him on his path. Their love continued to grow and soon it bloomed into their daughter, Shassadee, and completed the family of clerics."

The young gnome pulls out a stuffed wolf and snuggles it tightly as the story continues, "This sapling though, remember, was a fool. He feared the dangers that encircled Icemule and sought power to defend. His heart and soul were blessed by Her love, the love of those around him, he thought it would be enough to spare him. You see, he walked in the light but chose to bath in the darkness..." The elves eyes dim slightly causing the gnomes to look at each other and nod slowly, the warrior stares in confusion at the others as the elf resumes, "His power would grow, he gained strength but darkness had pierced his heart. His loved ones protested but their love would overcome to form a covenant to bind his heart from darkness."

Stopping and pointing off into the distance the crazed one carries on, "Power would lead him on adventures and earn his stature within Icemule. The sapling would wield his trusted shield in defense of those around him when Icemule would need all its heroes most. It was around this time the trail to Pinefar was found and the darkness at the edge would haunt Icemule. The vvrael had come to Icemule to spread their darkness and he would be a bulwark in their way. His friends, family, and acquaintances of the time would honor him and his good deeds; his darkness seemed at bay, that is until love proved to no longer be enough."

The elf exhales a deep sigh as he continues, "Life has a way to cause the unexpected, his heart would shatter into pieces as the love of his life would set him free. It would be her sister, Itiara, that would be there to mend his heart but she too would leave him an empty void. Darkness consumed him, losing love made him hollow and he would leave a path of broken hearts in his wake. Eventually all joy left him and he vanished into the void that had produced the very threats he had feared. Nobody truly knows what happened except him; he spoke to me once of unimaginable things he had seen and experienced, he had seen himself succumb to darkness and light in a vicious cycle. Lost he was, a lifetime would pass before any would see or hear from him again."

The group remains quiet with only the young gnome offering a faint whimper as they all hang onto every word, "However, out of the darkness the light would emerge once more. The sapling was spit out by the void, no longer a cleric and now blessed by Oleani as a paladin; the sapling had grown even more formidable, his heart mended and encased in Her thorns. He wandered aimlessly in a daze trying to remember his ways until he would stumble upon his Enchanted Glade, his new home, this glade would become the center of his life where he would rebuild anew. He found all of us, showed us Her way and welcomed us into his home. All of us would be sworn into Her service and pledge our loyalty in return for the kindness he granted us. Secrecy is what keeps his heart safe, all sworn loyal strengthen the binds of the covenant from long ago. For the truth of it all is there is only one, two perhaps, the prime sisters that could ever truly set him free."

The elf lowers his head as the story concludes and offers only silence, silence that is interrupted by sobbing hiccups coming from the young gnome. The gnome begins to sob loudly as he speaks, "But but...that's soooooo sad! Why would she leave him?! What did he do?! Surely he had to do something! The binding must be sealed to save him!" The crazed one raises his head and scowls at the gnome, "Silence! You're supposed to be controlling yourself! Remember your oath! We are not to speak of any of this..." His voice stops suddenly and his eyes grow large as he stares behind the group to see the figure all clad in white staring back at him.

The figure approaches the group, snorts loudly, and wanders over to his tent where he flings himself down ignoring what had just transpired. The devout group lightly walk away in silence as they all return back to their duties in service and protection of the Enchanted Glade. The figure looks back at the group, grumbles to himself, and rolls over to resume his lazy slumber.
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==Vignettes==
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Icemule's Lost Protector Returns]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: The Lazy, Cold Watch]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: A Feral Humiliation]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Leashed]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Voices Better Left Unheard]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Innocence Destroyed]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Love Continues]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Call to Arms]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Love's Reunion]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Unintended Lesson]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: A Threat Hides in Plain Sight]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: The Flames Parlay]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Dark Mark]]
*[[Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Sins Must be Paid]]

==Treasured Items==
;a luminous gold Oleani pendant:This pendant has been carefully crafted with the utmost precision and detailing in honor of the dear Goddess. Solid gold and a single large red ruby has been carved into a heart shape and molded into one piece. In the center of the ruby you see a delicate etching of a small budding flower that is inlaid with violet sapphires for the petals and emeralds for the leaves. Engraved around the symbols edges in pure silver are the words, "Love One and All."

;an eonake banded knight's helm:Originally silver, the eonake has been tempered to the helm for added strength and resistance against any deadly blow to the head. The pure eonake is detailed to resemble a wolf's head as it coats the helm. The wolf has a malevolent glare to oppose any enemy, its ears stand up straight as if ready for an oncoming attack, while its mouth clearly shows every fang in a display of power, the sides of the helm have been made slightly rigid to show fur being blown in the heat of battle.

;an elegant white knight's cape:You see a long cape made of finely woven spidersilk that reaches down to the ground. Along the bottom of the cape are small eonake spikes that trail barely above the ground. The front the cape is fastened with an eonake symbol of Oleani. Embroidered on the front of the cape is an image of a lush green forest, a full moon can be seen in the background while in front rests a pure white wolf standing proud with its eyes shining an emerald green with intelligence and wisdom.

;a white eonake knight's aegis bound by shimmering silver and imbedded with emeralds that form the symbol of the goddess Oleani

Randsford (prime)/Vignette: Icemule's Lost Protector Returns

2026-02-28T02:38:29Z

RANDSFORD: Created page with "{{creative-work |title = Icemule's Lost Protector Returns |type = vignette |author = Randsford |author-displayed = Randsford (prime) |date = Volnes, the 12th day of Eorgaen, in the year 5122 (2022-12-12) }} <blockquote> Weary from last eve's battle a figure all clad in white makes its way towards Icemule Trace. Mid journey the figure stops to turn and stare over the glacier's horizon. He clutches a heart shaped ruby pendant with an open hand and mournfully closes his..."

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|date = Volnes, the 12th day of Eorgaen, in the year 5122 (2022-12-12)
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Weary from last eve's battle a figure all clad in white makes its way towards Icemule Trace. Mid journey the figure stops to turn and stare over the glacier's horizon. He clutches a heart shaped ruby pendant with an open hand and mournfully closes his eyes.

The figure looks visibly shaken and suddenly collapses to his knees. He barely manages to catch himself causing tiny bits of flesh clinging to his aegis to strike the snow. He clutches his shield tightly as a soup of blood drips down its surface. Rumors of the battle had already begun to spread; a dark image of a dead baby grifflet clenched by the fist of the Turamzzyrian Empire before being viciously thrown to the ground and stomped on as if it were a burning fire; a subset of Landing's populace cheering.

Regaining his composure he grabs a fistful of snow and begins to slowly clean the silvery edges of his aegis, slowly revealing the gleaming white eonake below. From within his shield, a small wolf's whimper is heard. He speaks, "Is this the ferocity of the Turamzzyrian Empire I have heard about? Is this why the Commander's rage boils over from within? Will the elves similarly show no mercy?"

He grabs another fistful of snow and wipes away the remaining blood revealing a glimmering emerald heart shaped symbol. He traces the budding flower within the heart as his expression visibly soothes. He speaks as he stands, "Icemule will not succumb to such brutality while the Goddess still gives me light!" The whimper in his shield turns to low growl followed by a triumphant howl!

Meanwhile, a pack of ghost wolves slowly crept on the hill to his side. The beasts drawn by the scent of flesh stand still seduced by the howl. The figure makes eye contact with the beasts, gives a respectful nod, and returns his steady trudge towards Icemule. The wolves stand silently until the figure all clad in white disappears into the snow before then helping themselves to a snack of griffen entrails
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