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P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

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P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

"Yes! It must have come loose while we were stuck, thank you Jenk,"

"Ah there no need for thanks." Was Jenk's humbly bashful reply. "Jenk just doing what anyone else would."

"Alandri's is there," Ms. Pi directed as the boat came to a stop. "Though I don't believe I got you here before the sun."

"Ah. Well. You tried real good." Jenk said reassuringly. "And Jenk had fun on the way, so that earn you something extra." Jenk fished out his third and final silver and handed it to Ms. Pi. "Jenk give you Jenk's last silver. And Jenk also promise to tell everyone Jenk meet that you best water taxi around."

Shortly after parting ways with Ms. Pi, Jenk came upon his companions. Among them was a fresh face who seemed to be ranting about the race.

"Y-you're telling me that all of that...? All that mess, all the commotion and...and the running and chasing and knocking that bread guy over and the guards getting called on us, that was ALL just a stupid race for the hell of it!?"

"So...who ended up winning the race?" Another one of Jenks companions, this time a more familiar face, spoke up after seemingly not noticing the kobold's tirade.

"Jenk have no idea." Jenk said as he made it into talking distance of the party. "Jenk not even part of race."

"Apparently it was me, though I had no idea it was even going on," The kobold said.

"So, shall we head inside and see what our task is? Oh I guess we should introduce each other since we hadn't yet and before we could most of you ran off. My name is Fleur. I am a fortune teller by trade. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." Fleur introduced herself while the kobold grumbled something draconic.

"Jenk is Jenk." Jenk introduced himself in kind. "Nice meet you too."

"Apologies for the delayed introduction. I thought I should rise early and learn the layout of the city, but it was a more daunting task than I had originally anticipated," Saur added, shifting back to Common at that point. "In any case, my name is Saur and I hail from the Bloodscale clan. It is indeed a pleasure to meet you all. I hope we can become powerful allies." He finally rose back up again, returning to a more relaxed posture, although it was still noticeably stiff, his arms folding behind his back. "Feel free to rely on me when it comes to scout work, tracking and traversing the wilderness."

"Yeah, Jenk do that." Jenk said with a happy nod. "And you feel free to rely on Jenk if you need angry mob or need something reeeaaally far away stabbed with pitchfork."

Fabula Ultima: JRPG Adventures

Grandfather Trafalgar

An Interview With Grandfather Trafalgar

Who is (or was) your mentor? What is (or was) your relationship with them?
My mentor was my grandfather, Grandfather Columbus. He taught me as his grandfather taught him, I learned the history, knowledge, and secrets of the Ćororo people under his tutelage to keep the ancient wisdom alive and allow me to guide our caravan when the time came for me to do so.

Did you attend an academy or college? What kind of people did you meet there?
No wall can contain a Ćororo for long. Aside from the occasional day or two spent within a library or famous learning institution, the open sky has been the only place of study I have ever known.

There is this centuries-old mystery you’re obsessed with. What is it?
The Ćororo caravans can navigate the World Storms with an effortless ease that no other people can achieve. The secret of how we came to possess this gift has long been lost to the forgetfulness of Time. I intend to rediscover this secret.

Is it true that some things are better left buried beneath the sands of time?
I do not think this is true. If we forget the past, we will be condemned to reenact the worst of its errors.

Do you think everyone can be persuaded? Is it true that everyone has a price?
My answer to both of these questions is the same: No. While words can move many people and wealth many people more, neither of these things can hope to change the course of someone guided by their heart.

You thought someone was on your side, but they betrayed you. Who are they?
Just as my grandfather passed the history, knowledge, and secrets of the Ćororo people on to me, I passed them on to my own grandson, Luzon. I do not understand what would possess him to then divulge those secrets to the Hegemony, but I intend to find out.

How do you feel about manipulating people, even if it is for a good cause?
They say the pen is mightier than the sword. But regardless of whether that is true or not, pens and swords are alike in one respect: Both are neither inherently good or bad. It's all in the wielder. How do I feel about manipulation? So long as it is used for good, I have no trouble with it.

In the past, your words ended up putting you in trouble. What happened?
I am 87 years old. There have been MANY times in my past when my words have gotten me into trouble.

What led you to live a life of endless travels? Was it your choice? ...are you tired?
As a Ćororo, a life of endless travels was the life I was born into. As a Ćororo man, a life of endless travels was a life in which I chose to remain. And as an old Ćororo man, a life of endless travels is a life I will only tire of the day I tire of life itself.

Is there a place or person that feels like “home” to you?
My caravan was such a place and the members of that caravan were such people. After Luzon's betrayal, the Hegemony came after us in case my grandson had held back or simply not known any additional secrets. We escaped their clutches relatively unharmed. But we had to scatter to the wind to do so. I pray that one day we may all find each other again, but I fear that the caravan may not be made whole once more in what little I have left of my lifetime.

You have met many people and visited many places. Is there one you can’t forget?
The memory of a Ćororo Grandfather is one of the most robust vaults in existence. I have not forgotten anything since my mid sixties. It is my gift. It is my curse.

You lost something or someone because of your travels. What happened?
I suppose I lost them because of my travels in a roundabout manner of thinking. Like many Wayfarers, I once had a Faithful Companion. My dear departed Victoria. The finest crowned pigeon to ever live. She was my friend through many dangers. Time's kleptomaniacal tendencies took her from this world at 30 years of age, an exceptionally long life by the standards of her species. As was Ćororo tradition, I took Victoria's passing as a sign that my more adventurous days were drawing to a close. I settled down not long after and never strayed far from my caravan after that... Until recently at least.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

Jenk isn't all that good at speaking common either. I'm sure he'll appreciate having someone around who understands the struggle as he does.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

I wonder what custard genies would be called or what kind of traits custard genasi would have.

Fabula Ultima: JRPG Adventures

While waiting for the other characters to be made, I decided to answer the questions from each of my class sheets.

An Interview With Grandfather Trafalgar

Who is (or was) your mentor? What is (or was) your relationship with them?
My mentor was my grandfather, Grandfather Columbus. He taught me as his grandfather taught him, I learned the history, knowledge, and secrets of the Ćororo people under his tutelage to keep the ancient wisdom alive and allow me to guide our caravan when the time came for me to do so.

Did you attend an academy or college? What kind of people did you meet there?
No wall can contain a Ćororo for long. Aside from the occasional day or two spent within a library or famous learning institution, the open sky has been the only place of study I have ever known.

There is this centuries-old mystery you’re obsessed with. What is it?
The Ćororo caravans can navigate the World Storms with an effortless ease that no other people can achieve. The secret of how we came to possess this gift has long been lost to the forgetfulness of Time. I intend to rediscover this secret.

Is it true that some things are better left buried beneath the sands of time?
I do not think this is true. If we forget the past, we will be condemned to reenact the worst of its errors.

Do you think everyone can be persuaded? Is it true that everyone has a price?
My answer to both of these questions is the same: No. While words can move many people and wealth many people more, neither of these things can hope to change the course of someone guided by their heart.

You thought someone was on your side, but they betrayed you. Who are they?
Just as my grandfather passed the history, knowledge, and secrets of the Ćororo people on to me, I passed them on to my own grandson, Luzon. I do not understand what would possess him to then divulge those secrets to the Hegemony, but I intend to find out.

How do you feel about manipulating people, even if it is for a good cause?
They say the pen is mightier than the sword. But regardless of whether that is true or not, pens and swords are alike in one respect: Both are neither inherently good or bad. It's all in the wielder. How do I feel about manipulation? So long as it is used for good, I have no trouble with it.

In the past, your words ended up putting you in trouble. What happened?
I am 87 years old. There have been MANY times in my past when my words have gotten me into trouble.

What led you to live a life of endless travels? Was it your choice? ...are you tired?
As a Ćororo, a life of endless travels was the life I was born into. As a Ćororo man, a life of endless travels was a life in which I chose to remain. And as an old Ćororo man, a life of endless travels is a life I will only tire of the day I tire of life itself.

Is there a place or person that feels like “home” to you?
My caravan was such a place and the members of that caravan were such people. After Luzon's betrayal, the Hegemony came after us in case my grandson had held back or simply not known any additional secrets. We escaped their clutches relatively unharmed. But we had to scatter to the wind to do so. I pray that one day we may all find each other again, but I fear that the caravan may not be made whole once more in what little I have left of my lifetime.

You have met many people and visited many places. Is there one you can’t forget?
The memory of a Ćororo Grandfather is one of the most robust vaults in existence. I have not forgotten anything since my mid sixties. It is my gift. It is my curse.

You lost something or someone because of your travels. What happened?
I suppose I lost them because of my travels in a roundabout manner of thinking. Like many Wayfarers, I once had a Faithful Companion. My dear departed Victoria. The finest crowned pigeon to ever live. She was my friend through many dangers. Time's kleptomaniacal tendencies took her from this world at 30 years of age, an exceptionally long life my the standards of her species. As was Ćororo tradition, I took Victoria's passing as a sign that my more adventurous days were drawing to a close. I settled down not long after and never strayed far from my caravan after that... Until recently at least.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

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