A school for magic, a Tyrant’s court, a thousand temples to a thousand gods, and a thousand taverns to drink away a thousand problems. The city of Tel-Madoré is ever bustling with life. If the City of Alvaco is the golden hub of the Braniscan empire of the Pelora archipelago, and the city of Shintas is the white gem of Hintoras, the elven lands; then Tel-Madoré is the mustard stain on the shirt of Kellen.
This is not to say that Tel-Madoré is a bad place to live. In fact, many go there to make their fortune or lose it. We are telling the story of Tel-Madoré, the courtiers, the drunkards, the maids; the lechers, the pious; the young, the old; the rich, the poor; the good, the evil, and all that fall between.
Inside the City: Tyrants's Rest: The name of the castle at the north side of the Court District. Lord Vettin, the self proclaimed ruler of Tel-Madre lives currently at this beautiful estate. The dark marble shines brightly in the day, and glares menicingly at night.
Hogg's Watch: a popular pub at the edge of the Banking and Beaside Districts. It has all the best bards, and all the best drinks, for a fairly reasonable price. It is owned by a gnome named Gnora, who leases her back room out to groups of people wishing not to be heard.
M.A.G.E.S.: Magic, Alchemic, and Goetic Entrepreneurial School. A large campus is guarded with an almost unclimbable wall that sits between the Market and Squalor Districts. It pumps out new minds thinking on the cosmos and magic, as well as new management and banking opportunities. This school Vows to make sure it's students know how to market themselves and become business people once they graduate.
The Districts:The Temple District holds most of the many temples of the many religions spread through the world of Kellen The Market Districts houses most of the industry, business, and resturaunts that civilized people would go to. The Bank Disctrict is one of the nicer ones to live in, except for the accountants, lawyers, and pigeons littering your sight. But they had to put the vermin somewhere. The Squalor Disctrict is mostly a cess pit. The poorest of the Poor and the unluckiest of the luckless find their way into this stinking side of the city. do note, that this is the best place to find good beer. The Seaside District faces the sea. Most shipping goes through this port. The Court District is where all the fancy people live in their pretty mansions. It's also the best place to cut a purse, or a throat.
Outside the City:
Farmland: there are many outlaying farms and tiny homesteads outside the city walls.
Krynn's Pass: a small town to the north, known for it's sea fishing. named after Noland Krynn, who lead a group of people to found a new settlement. they built their town hall on his grave site... they didn't like him.
Nighseeker's Watch: a small watchtower to the north that is ever vigilant against the hordes that travel southward from the cold peaks of the mountains. In reality nothing ever comes out from the mountains other than the occasional yeti. They spend most of their time playing poker.
Ortamak: An orc nomadic village that moves around in the hills of the continent of Kellen. They are honestly pretty cool guys.
Semtary: A small village that has little going for it other that obsessive horse and chicken breeding. Not breeding chickens and horses together, but breeding them for competition.
Shintas: The magical elven city that sits in the center of the Fentori forest. The leaders of the elves rule it's small empire from this city. Few know the actual location of Shintas' white spires, or any elven towns or villages. Shintas is mostly buildings hewn from living trees, but the center of the city is ninteen white spires, in two circles growing taller and taller until the center spire reaches out above the tallest trees, dwarfing small mountains.
Wizard's Keep: The off-site campus of M.A.G.E.S.
Hollond: a small Swap Village where most people have webbed feet. Known for banjo music and incest.
Kalligh: an ancient dwarven watchtower and temple to a god of fire. it burned down with 300 elves, 400 dwarves, 200 humans, and 100 halflings. It is a place that is haunted by 1000 ghosts.
Temple of Taldorath: a giant temple to the micro god Taldorath. Taldorath is as small as a single cell, and he lives in every living thing, he is simultaneously the tiniest, and the largest god. it is common to say his name after you sneeze.
Alvaco: The hub of the Archipelago, it overtakes and entire island, constantly importing and exporting. The city is basically one big waterfront with a rich market and homes for the wealthy in the center of the island. you can find just about anything here. The City employs hundreds of wizards and sorcerers to keep the tides good at all times.
Breachold: Most wealthy people in all the world own a home here, just close enough to Alvaco to make a day trip visiting, but far enough away to vacation without the stress of the city.
Yvong: a tiny village that was made by dwarves. Most people that live here are dwarves, and they do a lot of mining here.
Gortilbuk: The ruins of an ancient civilization of beings called Sea Orcs. it is now a central hub of villainy and piracy. If you are in need of something that is illegal, you can find it here.
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Username: Ruggaboo Name: Jareth Uder
Nickname: Jare Race: Human Sex or Gender: Male Skills and abilities: [aligncenter]Magic missile: Spurts of magic come from his fingers after a short incantation, that hits any enemies. Business sense: Can easily sense when business is going on around him, what the business is, what kind of deals are being made, and if they are good for all parties or not. Summon Cat: Summons the nearest cat to aid him in one way or another. AMAZING Secretarial skills Occupation: student at M.A.G.E.S. and the secretary of the headmaster Hometown: Tel-Madore Biography: Jareth grew up in the Banking District, his father was a journalist, and his mother was a Fishmonger. He is the youngest of three, his older sister Georgina was a particularly good sleuth and works with her father and has tossed around the idea of working for the city guard, and his older brother Cassidie (everyone calls him Butch) is particularly good at making people buy fish from his stall. Jareth, having nothing left to inherit when it came to his parent’s professions, decided to learn magic. He is a Senior of the Advanced Enchantments and Alchemical Prestidigitation. He is currently 23. He is currently trying to find new lodgings since his dormitory at the University is getting torn down due to Magical Seepage in the pipes. Don’t ask, you don’t want to know. Description/picture:
Username: ruggaboo Name: Damien Morouge (Mo-row)
Nickname: Tyrant, Rouge, Damien Race: Half Elf Sex or Gender: Male Skills and abilities: Money Talks: Is very wealthy and knows the benefits of being so. High Charisma: Very charismatic and can easily convince people to do as he wishes them to. He is rarely disheveled, and always charming, even when he has a knife to your throat. Graduate from M.A.G.E.S.: Has a Masters in Goetic Assassination, can, and will, kill if it is required. Has been known to kill people, bring them back, and kill them again to gain information. Occupation: Current Ruler of Tel-Madore, the “tyrant” Hometown: Tel-Madore Biography: Damien is well over 100 years old, although in that time he has re-invented himself to such an extent few people know who he really is, or where he really came from. These few people are his steward, Kingsley; his doctor, Hyacinth; the head master of M.A.G.E.S.; and one young girl who he thinks has potential that currently resides in the Squalor Disctrict living under a pile of garbage. What IS known, is that he has a son that is a few months old named Timothy (Timmbly to Damien), and the mother is unknown and assumed dead. He is just and believes in poetic justice. He often plays the part of rich, snobbish noble, but in his heart he cares for the well-being of his city. Under his rule race acceptance has gone up and new legislation about races has changed the face of the city. He was born into a family of 6 siblings. Damien was the fourth born child, and the third son. His family was struck with hardship when a disease killed his mother, both of his older brothers, and his youngest sister. He worked and went to M.A.G.E.S. to keep his family afloat. When he turned 19 he got a letter telling him that he had a distant relative that would like to meet him. He went to Alvaco to meet his great uncle Theodanis, who adored the fact that he was attempting to better himself. Theodanis brought him into his care, giving him a monthly allowance and teaching him. Damien sat beside Theodanis when he died, and inherited a vast shipping empire from him. He moved back to Tel-Madore and slowly took over the entire city with a coup that had no casualties. He took over the aristocracy about 75 years ago, becoming the one and true tyrant of Tel-Madore. Timothy is actually Damien’s son, born of the only woman who knew him well. Her name was Mellania, and she died in child birth. The rest is history. Description/picture:
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2017 5:04 pm
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Mid summer two hours before dusk
Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2017 5:33 pm
Jareth Uder
Jareth sighed as he entered the Hogg’s Watch, waving to the bar maid he knew well. He sat himself at a small table against the wall. The Hogg’s Watch was a popular tavern, with good drink, and bad music. The interior wooden, all of it. The chandelier that should have been made of cast Iron was made of a dark wood, the candles burning fervently. The bar was made of wood, the stools were wood, the fireplace, wasn’t made of wood, thank goodness; but sitting in the common room you got the feeling that it would be wood if it could be. A dire hog’s head hung over the fireplace, the glass eyeballs glinting in the light, always seeming to follow you around the room. The waitress, her breasts hanging out of the top of her fluffy white shirt, approached his table. “Jare, Jare, what are you up to tonight?” She asked, little actual interest in her voice. “OH, I’m just trying to relax after a long day of M.A.G.E.S., what about you Deedee?” Jareth looked up into the woman’s eyes, and smiled warily, knowing she would tell him whether he asked or not. “Jare Jare, it has been a day. That old guy from last week, came in AGAIN, and asked if I would sit on his lap for coin. I said yes, of course, but I swears to ya, he ain’t no old man. Not even a groan of pleasure, AND HE ASKED.” Jareth hummed and oo-ed and aaah-ed at all the appropriate places, he would overhear this story at least two more times tonight. “Anyways dear, your special?” She put a hand on her hip, accentuating her feminine body. “Y-yes please Deedee, keep a tab open tonight, I’m going to drink more than normal tonight.”
Jareth sat and drank his foamy beer. He recounted how many places he’d gone looking for houses. He’d even looked in the Squalor District, a LITERAL CESS PIT, and he couldn’t find a place that would let him live there on a barter system. He was willing to do good magic for a lodging. Sure he had money, but he hated to part with it in such a manner. He dreaded the thought of moving back in with his parents. SURE they were nice people, good people even, if you disregarded the fact that his father was a journalist; that did not mean he wanted to live with them again. It was going to be a long, long, long, long, long semester.
Setting: Hogg's Watch Tavern and Inn With Whom: Hogg's Watch patrons Current Moods: Down, irritated at the school's poor magical sanitation, wanting to be inebriated OOC: LETS GET HIS PARTY STARTED!!!!
Race: Half Elf